I know it's not you. [He rolls his eyes, because - fuck. He knows Sam doesn't go out specifically to get his ass kicked. Fuck, if that's what he wants, all he has to do is say the word, and he and Puck can go to the gym and spar or something.] I still don't fucking want you out there if this keeps happening. At least I can have your back if I'm with you, you know? You're never the guy to hit first. One of these fucking days, you're gonna get really hurt, like hurt bad, and I'm not gonna be there. You know? [Yeah. Shut up. He's scared.]
That's why we're gonna get really fucking drunk first. Then she'll go for it. [At least, that's what he figures will happen. If he and Sam and Quinn are at their place, watching a movie at night, maybe doing shots, and he can get Q to loosen up and maybe get rid of her clothes and go down on her under a blanket on the couch with Sam in the room, maybe he'll get her to the point where she's begging him to fuck her, and then Sam will be "drunk" enough that he can join in, and they can have a threesome. And it'll be fucking amazing. And it needs to happen. It needs to happen. And part of him wants to watch Sam fuck Quinn, or wants Sam to be pressed against him, fucking him while he fucks his girlfriend. He doesn't even know; he shivers involuntarily at the thought.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[When he returns with the ice, a bottle of water, and the heaviest prescription painkillers they have in the house - yes, prescription, left over from an old injury - he holds them to Sam's lips, offering him the uncapped water bottle, the ice pack and Ace bandages on the bed. He'll wrap his ribs afterward, before they lie together.]
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Date: 2011-11-16 06:18 am (UTC)That's why we're gonna get really fucking drunk first. Then she'll go for it. [At least, that's what he figures will happen. If he and Sam and Quinn are at their place, watching a movie at night, maybe doing shots, and he can get Q to loosen up and maybe get rid of her clothes and go down on her under a blanket on the couch with Sam in the room, maybe he'll get her to the point where she's begging him to fuck her, and then Sam will be "drunk" enough that he can join in, and they can have a threesome. And it'll be fucking amazing. And it needs to happen. It needs to happen. And part of him wants to watch Sam fuck Quinn, or wants Sam to be pressed against him, fucking him while he fucks his girlfriend. He doesn't even know; he shivers involuntarily at the thought.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[When he returns with the ice, a bottle of water, and the heaviest prescription painkillers they have in the house - yes, prescription, left over from an old injury - he holds them to Sam's lips, offering him the uncapped water bottle, the ice pack and Ace bandages on the bed. He'll wrap his ribs afterward, before they lie together.]