Quinn was curious about what Santana had to tell her that she couldn’t just tell her via a text or phone call. They’d decided to get together at a restaurant and that suited Quinn just fine, she wasn’t nearly as anxious as she’d been last month and it had been awhile since she and Santana had hung out so she was looking forward to a little face time with her friend. She’d been busy the last couple weeks helping Sam with the musical, getting out and around teenagers, it was really good for her. Coupled with the therapy sessions she’d began, and anti-anxiety medication, Quinn finally was beginning to feel more like her old self again.

She texted Sam that she’d be a little late today as the cab pulled away from their building, she gave Arthur a little pat on his head before zipping up his little traveling case, idly hoping Santana dressed for the weather because they would be dining on the patio so the little dog would be allowed to be by Q’s side. 

The cab pulled up in front of the restaurant, Quinn hopped out, Arthur in tow, paid the driver and made her way inside. She asked for a table on the patio and followed the hostess outside and took a seat to wait for her friend.

mr-sammy-m-evans:

Sam was hoping Quinn could help him with Grease rehearsals. So tonight he brought home some stuff he had been working on. He had his actors picked but he needed to make sure his arrangement worked. He was going to have Quinn sing ‘You’re the One That I Want’ with him to see if he had done a good job. He pulled out the sheet music and played it a bit on his keyboard, marking notes here and there lightly. He bit on the end of his pen as he played what he did. He thought it was great. Maybe he should have her sing ‘Hopelessly Devoted’ as well while they were working.

He left his study and headed to the living room. Sam walked in and smiled when he saw her going through old pictures. He took the sheet music and set it down on the coffee table before sitting down beside her and wrapping his arms around her. He pecked her cheek and smiled. “Baby, if you have time…want to sing with me quickly?”

Quinn had been feeling oddly nostalgic for the past couple of weeks. Maybe it was the fight and making up with Rachel, or almost losing Kurt, worrying about Blaine, Santana being pregnant by Puck, she and Sam getting secretly engaged - maybe it was a combination of all of the above, all Q knew was that in spite of how things had changed for the better as far as all of their relationships, she still missed seeing their faces in the choir room and halls of McKinley. And so, Quinn dug out her box of old photographs from high school and went through it, scanning some of her favorite shots onto her laptop so they’d be more easily accessible.

She smiled when she heard Sam’s footsteps, the separation anxiety was getting better day by day, but she still found herself longing for him even when he was locked away in his office at home. Maybe that longing would never go away, part of her really didn’t want it to either. He set the sheet music down in front of her and sat down and she leaned into him, eyes flicking between the sheet music and his eyes, smile widening. “You wanna sing with me? … really?”