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misled_dreamer (misled_dreamer) wrote in forbiddengame,
@ 2012-02-25 04:03:00

Entry tags:

quinn fabray, sam evans

Who: Quinn and Sam
Where: his Room
What: Cookies and something.
When: Early Afternoon.
Open: No.
Rating: TBD.

Quinn hadn't seen Sam since the whole debacle with the woman who looked like her getting ripped apart thing- which had been horrible but now felt like a distant nightmare. She'd talked to Kurt who said Sam might've liked playing her knight in shining armor- which was a nice thought of course. Who wouldn't want Sam Evans galloping into battle to protect them? Even if it was from her own over reaction. Quinn had, Quinn did.

She also wanted to say thank you. Quinn Fabray didn't cook often- cook as in bake; if she baked for you it was a sign- cause she put effort and love and all the other good stuff into whatever it was she baked. She made his favorite cookies from scratch that morning and once they'd cooled a little she'd wrapped them up and made her way up to his room hoping to at least be able to thank him, with maybe a little small talk. Truth be told she wanted to make sure he was okay, but she didn't want to make him feel demasculated- people had been dropping left right and center, and Quinn didn't want him to die, she didn't even want him to get a paper cut.

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hottestgleek
2012-02-25 08:09 am UTC (link)

Sam was still trying to figure this place out. It was beyond crazy, and he hated being trapped. He hated that all his friends were trapped too. Mostly, he hated knowing someone as sweet as Quinn was stuck here and in danger everyday. The ordeal with the person who'd looked identical to her had been the last time they had really talked, and it made him feel guilty. Of course Sam had been keeping tabs to make sure she was alright, but he hadn't done more. Part of it was because he was confused. Seeing her again, so vulnerable and obviously receptive to him, was something he wasn't prepared for. It was a nice change, but it wasn't the Quinn he remembered. Truth be told, he rather liked this one.

The morning had been spent talking with his roommates, then just trying to find a door that didn't lead into a nightmare. By the time he returned to his room, Sam was hungry, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to eat. Hearing a knock at his door as he was mulling it over, he got up and moved to answer it; cautiously, of course. This place had taught him that he could never be too careful. Upon opening it and seeing Quinn, the wariness transformed into that crooked smile without a second thought. He was surprise, of course, but it was a good kind of surprise.

"Hey Quinn. Nice to see you here," he greeted, watching her to see if she'd make an indication of whether she wanted to stay or was in hurry to leave.

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misled_dreamer
2012-02-25 11:41 am UTC (link)

She'd given up on making sense of this place and simply accepted she was here; she had to protect those who meant something to her. that was all that she had concluded- she couldn't explain how vampires, werewolves, shifters, aliens... and everything in between existed, she couldn't explain how she was in a dolls house.. but she was alright and so were those important to her- at least she wasn't alone.

She couldn't help but smile he was sweet with his greeting, "I, um, brought you your favorite cookies in gratitude of you helping me when I was being stupid" she stated, holding up the plate- "And, um" It was obvious she didn't know what to say and she was a little nervous- which was also a sign she was being herself without any masks. "I thought maybe we could spend some time together if you're not busy, or wouldn't find it awkward hanging out with me when I'm not hysterical?" She gave him a nervous smile and then started to laugh at herself, "sorry! No but seriously, that's why I came here."

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