I do not own Glee. This fic is inspired by "Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money. It is Finn's point of view. In this universe, the whole football team went through middle school as best friends.
I remember little Sammy Evans was always looking for a place to stay. He was always looking for a person to take him back to their house for games or dinner or just for a good night sleep.
"My mother would kill me if I didn't get to bed by eight." He would say. And we would all think to ourselves, 'Would his mother kill him if he didn't get to be by eight?' What we should have been thinking was 'Would his mother care at all?'
He would beg us to let him sleepover. Naturally, with his big green eyes and beautiful blonde hair all of our parents would let him sleepover. It wasn't up to the parents ever, though…it was up to us. It would always be up to us.
Nobody ever thought twice about Sam Evans's weird addiction to slumber parties. Nobody ever asked what his deal was. Nobody even asked if they could sleep over at his house. They just waited for the weekly, "Take me home tonight's" and gave him his answer.
It was by the summer before freshmen year, before he stopped asking us if he could sleepover. To clarify, it wasn't by the last few days of eighth grade, when someone asked him why.
"Why do you like coming over so much anyways?" Noah snapped at him.
"Is it because you're a fag or something?" laughed Azizio. What kind of fourteen year old even spoke like that anyway?
"I get frightened in all this darkness," he cried.
"Get a night light," said Noah with a hardy chuckle.
"I get nightmares I hate to sleep alone," Sam bit his lip looking with pleading eyes, "I need some company".
"Whatever. Loser." They highfived and walked off.
He stopped asking that day. We weren't going to stop letting him over, but he stopped asking. We were just boys. We didn't mean to hurt him, we didn't mean to let him get hurt.
I remember little Sammy Evans always looking for a place to stay. And I remember little Sammy Evans stop asking. And I even remember the summer Sammy Evans stopped coming to softball and the day he showed up at the park with a black eye. I can even dig up a memory of little Sammy Evans in the hospital. And the day he died. That's a memory I would never disregard.
That summer wasn't a summer like the other ones we had. We always used to play softball. We always used to get root beers and drink them by the lake. We used to always laugh at stupid jokes our older brothers taught us. That all changed that summer. We changed that summer.
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