Sam & Quinn

Sir. Evans and Lady Quinn

“It wont come off.” Sam whined helplessly.

Quinn smiled as she watched the frustrated teen struggle to free himself from the costume. “Uh, yeah, I kind of figured that when I over heard Du and Mr. Pacman, here, having a good altmodisch wrestling match. Von the looks of things, I'd say he won,” placing a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder. Quinn placed both her hands on either side of the costume, and pulled, hard. “You had quite the struggle, huh?”

“I wasn't struggling.” Sam protested, while lifting both his arms up into the air.

“Right,”Quinn scoffed,...

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 Home 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 sagte floppy haired cutie. There he was dressed up in what can only be considered the Sekunde most nerdiest costumes she had seen all day. Sekunde only to those ridicules World of War Craft costumes he convinced her to try on earlier. Seriously, she's freaking Quinn Fabray,...