a/n: A brief moment shared between Sam and Quinn, a recount of Duets after Sam gets slushied. For all those Fabrevans fans out there, because I don't know how long this pairing is going to last.

-ivory-colored wine-
"See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
that I might touch that cheek!"

- Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare

He thinks the red facecloth brings out the pale ivory tone in her skin.

Red and white, like different coloured roses in a bouquet.

She pats the soft fabric against the side of his face, wiping off the slush that drips like wet, slimy tears down his cheeks.

She notices him staring.

Quinn Fabray narrows her eyes and steps back. She places her hands on her waist, bringing attention to the flimsy short skirt that swings around her hips, accentuating her slim thighs.

"What?" She asks him, lips pressed firmly together in a tight line. Quinn twists the cloth in between her hands, strangling the water out of it.

Red slush disappears down the drain, the color of watery blood.

He shrugs, not knowing exactly what to say. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me."

Her brown eyes are deeply piercing, as if she can see right through him. There's something strangely intense about them, though he can't seem to put his finger on it.

"Oh," she replies, after a slight pause.

"It's not a big deal, really," she adds on coolly. She presses the cloth against his cheek, brushing the wet fringe away from his eyes with her fingers. "We all help each other around here in glee club."

"I guess I just didn't expect you to be a part of it." He grins slightly at her, but her face remains impassive. "Head cheerleader and all that, yeah?"

"It doesn't matter," Quinn answers shortly, her tone defensive. She brings the cloth away from his face, and drops it besides the tap of the porcelain sink. "Last year, when I wasn't on top, it wasn't my popularity that helped me. It was the glee club. They understood and accepted me."

She looks into the mirror, palms heavy against the cool, reflective surface. "When I didn't know who I was."

"It'll take more than a slushie to scare me away," he jokes.

She rolls her eyes. But the corner of her lips twitch, indicating otherwise. She reaches out to cast off the remaining drops of slush. He imagines her fingertips are white feathers, lightly dusting over his skin.

"You have pretty eyes," he tells her, the words slipping easily out of his mouth.

He chuckles and she stares at him, her long dark eyelashes brushing over her eyes like fans. She opens her mouth, inhaling a deep breath as if to say something in response, but seems to decide to think better of it and frowns. A slight wine-colored blush paints itself across her cheeks.

Quinn turns, hovering around the door.

"I'll see you at glee," she says hesitantly over her shoulder.

He decides he likes it when she blushes.

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