He can't remember the last time he was somewhere without Quinn or Sam; he can't remember the last time he slept alone, without Quinn wrapped in his arms or himself wrapped in Sam's. [He totally doesn't take the chick role when it comes to their bromance, but he honestly does like when Sam holds him.] He orders a few more shots from the bartender, just tequila because he intends to get drunk tonight and now's a great time to get a head start on that shit, watching his boyfriend and his girlfriend dance together to some slow stupid Journey song. [He feels like Mr. Schue must have requested it.] His foot doesn't even throb from the pressure of Sam's foot.
With a smile in Quinn's direction as she glances at him, he tips his shot glass at her before tossing it back, well on his way to being drunk.
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Date: 2011-07-24 03:25 am (UTC)He can't remember the last time he was somewhere without Quinn or Sam; he can't remember the last time he slept alone, without Quinn wrapped in his arms or himself wrapped in Sam's. [He totally doesn't take the chick role when it comes to their bromance, but he honestly does like when Sam holds him.] He orders a few more shots from the bartender, just tequila because he intends to get drunk tonight and now's a great time to get a head start on that shit, watching his boyfriend and his girlfriend dance together to some slow stupid Journey song. [He feels like Mr. Schue must have requested it.] His foot doesn't even throb from the pressure of Sam's foot.
With a smile in Quinn's direction as she glances at him, he tips his shot glass at her before tossing it back, well on his way to being drunk.