Because I have become a huge Sory-shipper, I decided to write a story on my own, cause there are too less stories about them ;)
I hope you like it :) Please review and tell me what you think!
"That was a great performance, Rory! You are a good addition to our glee club," Mr Schuester said and clapped enthusiastically. Rory grinned broadly and felt his cheeks warming up. He was starting to turn red now that everyone clapped along and Rachel even stood up and hugged him. As Rory sat down again, he got a few pats on his shoulder. He was rather proud of himself and smiled unintentionally. He was glad that everyone liked his performance – but he wanted to impress especially one certain person.
He turned his head around and tried to look at Sam as unobtrusively as possible. He had absolutely no idea why he was so anxious about making and seeing this boy smile.
All along his performance, he let his gaze wander from one person to another. That's when he noticed that Sam was smiling – sadly, not at him. Instead Sam was whispering something into Quinn's ear, making her laugh.
Shivers ran down his spine when Sam turned away from Quinn and looked at the front - directly at him. Rory had to look away to not forget the lyrics and turn his performance into a failure. Anyways, he managed to do well and was glad when the last beat of the drums and the strum sound of the guitar tuned out.
Now that he was sitting on his chair again – on his right side sat Kurt and two chairs away on his left side sat Puck – he felt himself calming down and relaxing again. He wasn't used to all this. Standing in the spotlight was something he still had to do more often, but he liked the feeling of standing in front of people, making them smile (and maybe cry). He remembered the times he sang a song at christmas at home in front of his parents and his brother. And his mom did burst out into tears when the song was over. His heart immediately made him realize that he missed his family...
"So, I think that's it for today," Mr Schuester finally said as he stood up and walked in front of his glee kids. "We've seen a great performance today-" He stopped and made a gesture towards Rory before he went on, "and I can't wait for next time."
Everyone stood up and made his way out of the room. "Hey, great performance, dude!" Finn again patted Rory's shoulder. "You should sing more often!" Rory nodded thankfully. "Yeah, I know. Have to find the perfect song though." He didn't want to make a fool out of himself by singing a song that doesn't fit his voice. "That's great!" Finn said and smiled as he turned around and went to Rachel.
When Rory walked out on the hallways, he saw Brittany standing at her locker, at her side Santana. Before he could walk to them, he was interrupted by someone who put his hand on his shoulder and turned him around. Rory stared into green eyes.
"That was awesome, dude," Sam said and grinned. Rory couldn't help but look at his mouth and back into his eyes. "Thanks, Sam." Although didn't know why, his voice was shaking and he started to turn red. Sam just winked and walked away. As if he was hypnotized, Rory turned around and looked at him as he walked around the corner, out of his sight. He took a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, making him even more confused.
"There you are, leprechaun!" He heard Brittany's voice as if she was far away. "Ready to go?"
"Yes," Rory whispered, still looking at the corner where Sam had disappeared. Brittany noticed his absence of mind and lowered her head to get into his sight. Rory blinked and shook his head to get back to reality. "Yeah, let's go," he mumbled. Why was his heart beating so fast?
"Everything alright with you?" Brittany asked concerned and carefully put a hand on Rory's shoulder. Rory just nodded and took a deep breath as they left the building and walked to the parking lot.
When they arrived at Brittany's home, they walked upstairs to her room. It was 5pm by then, so one hour was left until dinner. Rory put his rucksack on the floor and kneeled down in front of the couch where Lord Tubbington was lying.
"Hello, Tubby." Rory reached his hand out to pet the cat. An appreciative purr was the response. "Did you miss us?" Brittany asked as she lifted him up, burying her nose in the fluffy fur. As if he had understood her, he raised his paw and slightly touched her face. "I knew that, but why didn't you text me so I could've been back earlier?"
Rory had to smile. Brittany was such a funny girl, but she didn't knew it because she was serious about everything she said.
"Hey, leprechaun?" Brittany layed down on her bed, lazily stroking Lord Tubbington's back.
"Yes, Brittany?" Rory placed himself on the pink-colored couch.
"You like trouty mouth, don't you?"
Rory raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Trouty mouth? Um, we don't really eat fish that much in Ireland, you know, and when we do, we don't eat their mouths..."
"Oh leprechaun, you naive little thing," Brittany laughed and shook her head in disbelief. "Trouty mouth! Isn't it obvious?" Rory raised an eyebrow and shrugged. He still had no clue what she was talking about. "It's a nickname, and Santana invented it."
"For whom?"
Brittany looked at him as if he was an alien. "Are you kidding me?" Was he? "You don't know who trouty mouth is?" Rory felt bad because for the first time Brittany seemed to be smarter than him. He shook his head.
"Sam, who else?" Brittany laughed at his cluelessness. "Honestly, his mouth is HUGE! I'm sure he is a good kisser."
Rory couldn't help but smile about this. Why didn't that come into his mind? Just earlier he had stared at Sam's mouth and had indeed noticed it.
"So, Lord Tubbington and I want to know if you like him." Only then Rory finally understood what she was talking about. Wait...what? "Um, I don't know."
"Please, as if I didn't see how you stared at him the entire time!" Brittany didn't look at him, she was busy combing Lord Tubbington's fur. Apparently, he didn't like it. He jumped up and went over to Rory, lying down in his lap.
"So tell me about it." Brittany didn't give up. If she had set her mind on something she stuck to her guns until she was successful.
"What should I tell you?"
"Just admit it!"
Rory looked down at his hands and at the cat in his lap. Lord Tubbington looked up at him and Rory could swear that he nodded at him as if he was encouraging him. "I-I don't know what to think, to be honest."
"Well, as far as I can tell, you seem happier when he is around."
"I have barely even talked to him! I-I just CAN'T have feelings for him or something like that..."
Brittany laughed. "Apparently you do."
"What makes you think so?" Rory lifted his head up to look over at Brittany who had sat up.
"You're blushing," she answered and giggled. "At least your heart knows what to think of Sam!"
Rory widened his eyes. Brittany was right. He couldn't deny it, he really felt the connection between him and Sam. "Well, he seems to be a nice guy, and he is truly handsome and has an angel-like voice -"
"You should ask him out."
"What?" Rory gasped and shook his head. "No, I'm definitely NOT asking him out, he is...a boy!"
"So?" Brittany shrugged.
Rory struggled with himself. He really did want to spend more time with Sam.
"That pause made it clear. Now that you consider it, you just have to find the courage to ask him." Brittany walked over to him and grabbed his hand. "How do you want to ask him?"
"I will just go to him and be like 'Hey Sam, I was just curious, do you want to go out on a date with me som-" He was interrupted by Brittany's laughter. "Seriously? You can't ask that, leprechaun. Santana always asked me, if I want to drink a coffee with her, maybe you should ask him that. He will get the hint."
"You think so? Cause that's definitely not how we do it in Ireland..." Rory was still unsure. At least he now felt comfortable with the idea of going out on a date with Sam. But what would Sam say? He wouldn't be able to stand it if he says No.
"You would regret it if you don't ask him." Brittany smiled warmingly and gently squeezed his hand. "Besides, you two would make a really cute couple."
Rory blushed and laughed nervously. "Really?" Brittany just nodded. "Do you think so too, Tubby?" Rory asked and smirked as he looked down at the cat. Lord Tubbington again seemed to understand him and purred.
"He says he wants you to be happy," Brittany translated. "And that he will kill you if you don't ask him out."
Rory bursted out into laughter and hugged Brittany. He was so thankful that he had the luck to have her as a friend. "Thank you," he said and was happy as never before.
Today was the day. Rory paid special attention on his look and more than once made sure that his hair looked fine. He had especially put his favourite shirt on, a blueish one that matched his eyes. Then he drove off to school with Brittany, his heart beating so fast that he could hear it. Before the classes began, he followed Brittany to her locker and immediately spotted Sam on the other side of the hallway.
"There he is. Good luck, leprechaun," Brittany said before she leaned forwards and gave Rory a small peck on the cheek. Rory smiled at her as she walked away, turning around and waving at him before entering a classroom. Sam was now standing at his locker, putting some of his books in it.
Okay, calm down, Rory, you can DO this!, Rory said to himself. He looked over at Sam and his heart immediately raced up. God, he was so handsome when he smiled. After he had taken a deep breath and calmed himself down a bit, he finally walked over and gathered all his courage.
"Good mornin', Sam," he said as selfconfidently as possible.
"Hello, Rory," Sam replied and smiled. Rory made no attempt on going ahead, he was either too nervous to find the correct words or too distracted by Sam's huge mouth and his kissable lips. "How are you?" Sam asked as the silence started to scare him because Rory was staring at him permanently.
"Um, good, very good to be honest."
"How come? Any particular reason?" Sam laughed and closed the door of his locker before he turned around to face Rory. The way the Irish boy was looking at him made him frown. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes," Rory stuttered and cursed himself. It wasn't going as well as he planned. Sam closed his eyes a bit in confusion. "Are you sure? You look kinda sick."
"No, it's-it's nothing," Rory assured him. "Um, Sam, I want to ask you something." He paused and looked at Sam, who waited for him to continue. "Do you want to...drink a coffee with me?"
"Sure, why not?" Sam still frowned. Rory's behaviour was weird, as was his response.
"Awesome!" Rory grinned broadly and was so happy about Sam's answer. He felt his body relax and he sighed with relief.
"This afternoon? After school?" Sam raised one eyebrow and looked at his watch.
"After...school?" Rory was slowly starting to understand it. Damn it! Sam had no clue that he wanted it to be a date! Why did he even take Brittany's advice and asked him out for a coffee? Anyways, Rory decided to get the best of it and nodded. If Sam would've said No to a date, this was indeed the best he could get. "Yeah, after school."
"Great. We meet here at my locker then?" Sam pointed behind him and got ready to go. "I have to go now." Rory just nodded, maybe a tad too enthusiastically. "Okay," Sam replied and rolled his eyes. He had never noticed that Rory could act so weirdly. With one last look at Rory, he turned around and went to his class.
As soon as he was out of sight, Rory raised his fist into the air and had to suppress the urge to scream out loud. "I'm going to have a date with Sam," he whispered and cleared his throat. "I mean, I'm going to drink a coffee with him," he corrected and smirked. That was his chance to get to know Sam better and to impress him with his Irish charm. Satisfied, he smiled and went to his class.
