Breadstix (Sam)

Sam breathed a sigh of relief and grinned as he hugged Quinn back. He touched his lips to hers for the briefest of seconds. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked, my smile disappearing then reappearing. I closed my eyes and imagined the prom. Me and Sam sitting on thrones with crowns on our heads. I opened my eyes.

Sam smiled. "Well, by agreeing to go to prom with me, you just made prom that much less scary." He admitted. When Quinn closed her eyes, Sam brushed his fingers across her cheek and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Prom won't be scary! Just imagine looking down from the thrones that we sit on at the other students" I said, opening my eyes and smiling.

Sam smiled and gestured to the table. "Shall we?" He smiled again.

"Of course" I said smiling and walking to the table he gestured to. I sat down and waited for Sam to sit down at the opposite end of the table.

Sam laughed quietly at the waiter who stood uselessly behind Quinn. She'd sat down too quickly for him to pull out the chair. Sam took the seat opposite and the staff turned on the music and handed both of the students menus.

I skimmed the menu and then didn't have to look for long. I put the menu down and knotted my fingers together under the table.

Sam handed his menu back and nodded. He'd sorted everything, even down to the meals(because he was sure what Quinn would order) because waiting while you were in an empty restaurant sucked.

I smiled at him when he put the menu down, "Can you guess?" I asked, my smile widening.

"I can." Sam replied with a grin. "But I might be wrong." He added, his smile widening slightly.

"Guess" I said grinning. I ran my finger through my hair and picked up bits and inspected the ends. "Uh. I need a hair cut" I mumbled.

"Chicken salad?" Sam smiled again and raised one eyebrow.

I dropped my head into my hands and laughed. "Yes, Am I that predictable?" I asked, lifting my head and raising one eyebrow.

"Not at all." Sam grinned. "You surprise me. All the time." He added as the waiters took their menus and walked into the kitchen.

"And how do I do that?" I asked, my eyes watching the waiters take the menus and go back into the kitchen.

"Well, the first thing, you agreed to go out with me." Sam smiled, looking at the table in front of him.

"Your cute, charming and a nice boy. That's just the beginning as to why I agreed" I said smiling.

Sam blushed slightly and cursed the blood in his veins. He didn't speak because he was sure he'd make a fool of himself. He just smiled, still watching the table.

"Aww! You look so cute like that! I can't wait to see you in your suit" I said grinning.

Sam didn't move his head. He didn't lift it. He just lifted his eyes to Quinn. He smiled shyly. It was easy to joke about being hot in the locker room with the football guys but he wasn't sure how to take compliments from someone he loved.

"Aww... who's embarrassed!" I said reaching forward and grabbing one of his hands. I squeezed it and smiled. "I mean everything I said" I added.

Sam's eyes drifted to their hands and then he looked at Quinn's face again. "Well... Thank you..." He wasn't really sure what to say.

I smiled and looked right into his eyes. "I can't wait till prom" I said. I really couldn't, Couldn't wait to be crowned prom queen.

"Me either. Now." Sam admitted with his sweet--but dorky-- smile.