Sir. Evans and Lady Quinn
She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here in the first place. Seriously, this wasn't even her sort of thing. She should be at utama watching The Shining and stuffing her face full of Halloween candy. How on God's green Earth did Sam manage to convince her to do this in the first place? Speaking of berkata floppy haired cutie. There he was dressed up in what can only be considered the saat most nerdiest costumes she had seen all day. saat only to those ridicules World of War Craft costumes he convinced her to try on earlier. Seriously, she's freaking Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader of the Cheerios, World of War Craft, what the eff?
Sam smiled warmly at her, which totally made her insides go flip-flop. But like hell, if she was ever going to admit to that out loud. Holding up a giant yellow abomination, Sam asked, “What about this one?”
Quinn rose a perfectly groomed eyebrow, and crossed her arms over her chest. fighting back the sudden urge to laugh, Quinn bite her lips. Because seriously, was he for real? “No,”
Sam pouted cutely, which almost made Quinn cave in her decision, almost.
“Aw, come on Quinn. You've berkata no to every single one of my awesome costume suggestions. Besides, I think you'd make a really cute Mrs. Pacman.” Sam tried to persuade her.
Quinn rolled her eyes, because really? Come on, did he honestly think she'd say yes to this? There was no way she was menunjukkan up to Santana's party dressed up as a giant yellow ball, with a merah jambu bow. Not only was this costume stupid beyond belief, Quinn also noted that with all stupidity aside, it looked to be really, really uncomfortable. How in the world was she supposed to even alih in that?
Squaring her shoulders straight and planting her hands on her hips, in her usual 'head jalang, perempuan jalang in charge' pose; Quinn stood her ground. She didn't care how cute Sam happen to looked dressed up as Mr. Pacman, his handsome, boyish face poking out of the costume, and his floppy pale-blond hair falling over his soft blue eyes. Sure, she was willing to break some of her own rules (he seemed worth it), but she drew the line at public humiliation.
“Well, maybe if you'd stop picking out such embarrassingly nerdy costumes I wouldn't have to veto every single one of your selections.”
Sam shook his head and smile. “Nerdy? Please Mr. and Mrs. Pacman are made up of nothing but pure win. Trust me, this is awesome!” He wiggled a little bit inside the costume, which she guess was him trying to do a little victory dance inside the tight confines of the Pacman costume. This made Quinn smile, because he looked absolutely retarded (and cute) wiggling around in that giant yellow ball.
“Okay, fine, so that's a negative to Mr. and Mrs. Pacman.” Sam walked over to the large rack of elaborate costumes and hung up the Mrs. Pacman costume he was holding then matched back into the dressing room. A few minit later Quinn heard some hectic shuffling followed a loud bang.
“Holy crap!” Sam yelled.
Quinn rushed to the dressing room door, and knocked quietly on the heavy wooden door. “Are anda okay Sam? Is everything alright in there?” She asked worriedly.
A few moments later Quinn was greeted sejak a disheveled looking Sam still partly stuck in the Pacman costume. Quinn bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing at how helpless and perfectly adorable he looked all trapped in the costume. Shaking her head in disbelief, Quinn pushed Sam back into the dressing room and followed him in. She ignored the scandalized look on one of the costume house employes as she shut the door behind her. What ever, people can think what the want.
She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing here in the first place. Seriously, this wasn't even her sort of thing. She should be at utama watching The Shining and stuffing her face full of Halloween candy. How on God's green Earth did Sam manage to convince her to do this in the first place? Speaking of berkata floppy haired cutie. There he was dressed up in what can only be considered the saat most nerdiest costumes she had seen all day. saat only to those ridicules World of War Craft costumes he convinced her to try on earlier. Seriously, she's freaking Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader of the Cheerios, World of War Craft, what the eff?
Sam smiled warmly at her, which totally made her insides go flip-flop. But like hell, if she was ever going to admit to that out loud. Holding up a giant yellow abomination, Sam asked, “What about this one?”
Quinn rose a perfectly groomed eyebrow, and crossed her arms over her chest. fighting back the sudden urge to laugh, Quinn bite her lips. Because seriously, was he for real? “No,”
Sam pouted cutely, which almost made Quinn cave in her decision, almost.
“Aw, come on Quinn. You've berkata no to every single one of my awesome costume suggestions. Besides, I think you'd make a really cute Mrs. Pacman.” Sam tried to persuade her.
Quinn rolled her eyes, because really? Come on, did he honestly think she'd say yes to this? There was no way she was menunjukkan up to Santana's party dressed up as a giant yellow ball, with a merah jambu bow. Not only was this costume stupid beyond belief, Quinn also noted that with all stupidity aside, it looked to be really, really uncomfortable. How in the world was she supposed to even alih in that?
Squaring her shoulders straight and planting her hands on her hips, in her usual 'head jalang, perempuan jalang in charge' pose; Quinn stood her ground. She didn't care how cute Sam happen to looked dressed up as Mr. Pacman, his handsome, boyish face poking out of the costume, and his floppy pale-blond hair falling over his soft blue eyes. Sure, she was willing to break some of her own rules (he seemed worth it), but she drew the line at public humiliation.
“Well, maybe if you'd stop picking out such embarrassingly nerdy costumes I wouldn't have to veto every single one of your selections.”
Sam shook his head and smile. “Nerdy? Please Mr. and Mrs. Pacman are made up of nothing but pure win. Trust me, this is awesome!” He wiggled a little bit inside the costume, which she guess was him trying to do a little victory dance inside the tight confines of the Pacman costume. This made Quinn smile, because he looked absolutely retarded (and cute) wiggling around in that giant yellow ball.
“Okay, fine, so that's a negative to Mr. and Mrs. Pacman.” Sam walked over to the large rack of elaborate costumes and hung up the Mrs. Pacman costume he was holding then matched back into the dressing room. A few minit later Quinn heard some hectic shuffling followed a loud bang.
“Holy crap!” Sam yelled.
Quinn rushed to the dressing room door, and knocked quietly on the heavy wooden door. “Are anda okay Sam? Is everything alright in there?” She asked worriedly.
A few moments later Quinn was greeted sejak a disheveled looking Sam still partly stuck in the Pacman costume. Quinn bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing at how helpless and perfectly adorable he looked all trapped in the costume. Shaking her head in disbelief, Quinn pushed Sam back into the dressing room and followed him in. She ignored the scandalized look on one of the costume house employes as she shut the door behind her. What ever, people can think what the want.