Sam's eyes widen a little in panic when Quinn asks him to dance, and he tries to laugh it off. "Uh, no, that's all right. I'd just step all over your feet and... um, I've already had a bunch of shots, I'm not really in the dancing mood right now..." He smiles tightly, throwing Puck a glance in a silent plea for help, but Puck looks like he's already made us up his mind.
He doesn't want to dance with Quinn, he doesn't want to hold her and laugh with her and look her in the eye knowing that he's fucking (sort of) her boyfriend. Sure, he loves Puck, too, but he loves Quinn like a sister, and he feels bad enough that he's sneaking behind her back like this. That they both are. But Puck's not going to save him, and Sam can't just leave Quinn hanging, so he slowly slides off the stool. "I'm not really looking to hook up with any girls here... but I guess one dance can't hurt."
He purposely steps on Puck's foot as he takes Quinn's hand and leads her onto the floor. He's always been almost as much of a lightweight as Quinn, so he's starting to feel a buzz as he lifts their hands and gives Quinn a twirl, then settles his hand on her waist as they move to a Journey song playing over the speakers. For a second he feels like he's in high school again, still trying to kid himself into liking girls.
"It's nice to be back in Lima," Sam says, lying right through his teeth. If he had his way, he'd leave and never look back, preferably taking Puck with him. "Haven't played in this place in years." He links their fingers together, and he brushes over something hard - a ring. He's seized by a moment of panic before he realizes it's on her right hand. Puck wouldn't propose to her. No way. It's just a ring, just something he must have picked up for her on the road. His can't contain his curiosity. "So, is that, like, a promise ring from Puck? Remember when I tried to give you one of those?" he teases gently, but his throat feels tight, and he just wants another shot.
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Date: 2011-07-24 02:19 am (UTC)He doesn't want to dance with Quinn, he doesn't want to hold her and laugh with her and look her in the eye knowing that he's fucking (sort of) her boyfriend. Sure, he loves Puck, too, but he loves Quinn like a sister, and he feels bad enough that he's sneaking behind her back like this. That they both are. But Puck's not going to save him, and Sam can't just leave Quinn hanging, so he slowly slides off the stool. "I'm not really looking to hook up with any girls here... but I guess one dance can't hurt."
He purposely steps on Puck's foot as he takes Quinn's hand and leads her onto the floor. He's always been almost as much of a lightweight as Quinn, so he's starting to feel a buzz as he lifts their hands and gives Quinn a twirl, then settles his hand on her waist as they move to a Journey song playing over the speakers. For a second he feels like he's in high school again, still trying to kid himself into liking girls.
"It's nice to be back in Lima," Sam says, lying right through his teeth. If he had his way, he'd leave and never look back, preferably taking Puck with him. "Haven't played in this place in years." He links their fingers together, and he brushes over something hard - a ring. He's seized by a moment of panic before he realizes it's on her right hand. Puck wouldn't propose to her. No way. It's just a ring, just something he must have picked up for her on the road. His can't contain his curiosity. "So, is that, like, a promise ring from Puck? Remember when I tried to give you one of those?" he teases gently, but his throat feels tight, and he just wants another shot.