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PLEASE VOTE FOR MY ESSAY SO I CAN WIN MONEY FOR COLLEGE.
I love Samchel. I hate the Glee writers for not furthering their relationship.
I look up at the ceiling tiles. A faded constellation is all I see in the blackness of the room.
"Fireflies." he whispers in my ear after noticing my distraction.
"Fireflies?" I ask.
He nods.
"I like to think they're fireflies in the sky."
His heart beats beneath my ear. I curl deeper into his chest.
"Fireflies." I whisper.
Everyone thinks Finn is my first. And why shouldn't they? I've only had one other boyfriend and Jesse just recently came out. I made such a big deal about sleeping with him. But no one suspects a third boy, another boy.
No one suspects him.
No one suspects me of doing anything with him.
We were drunk and single. We began fumbling around in the back of a car. I don't remeber who's, but it wasn't mine or his. I think we just turned doors until we found one unlocked. I watched as his golden hair sparkled in the moonlight.
"Sam." I whispered.
He smiled when I said his name.
"Rachel." he replied back.
My heart gave a pang and he kept kissing me, anywhere, everywhere.
It started raining and we made love.
We never mentioned it, even when I woke up in his room the next day. Even when I asked him to prom. Even when he started dating Mercedes. Even when he left. We never said anything to anyone.
But then senior year ends. I break up with Finn, Mercedes leaves him.
We meet again in New York. He's playing in a club. It's better than finding him in a strip joint.
I sing along. Sam spots me and brings me on stage. We get drunk and spend the whole night talking on a street corner. We don't sleep together.
Yet.
He takes me to all the sights; I take him to Broadway. Wicked is playing. He holds my hand the entire time.
We dance at night. It's on one of those nights he puts his arms around me and leans in. Our lips press together.
Everything is perfect.
We take it slow. He buys me flowers and candy.
I don't look much at the star Finn gave me anymore. Not even when he comes visit me. I'm happy that he's doing well in the garage and community college. He kisses me and I feel... Nothing.
Sam gets upset, but forgives me.
I whisper that I love him. He looks surprised, but tells me he loves me too.
I end up in his room, staring at ceiling tiles after making love with him again.
"Fireflies." I whisper. So much better than stars.