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The final chords of the music reverberated through the auditorium as Sam allowed himself to finally open his eyes. He had finally done it; he'd serenaded Brittany to prove that he loved her using one epic mega ballad. Blaine had helped him pick out which song to use, one that captured everything he was feeling. As his eyes focused on the lovely blonde sitting there before him, he knew that she surely felt the same way. He smiled with his large, trout-like lips and grasped the guitar awkwardly in his hands.

"Brit, my song… liked it did you?" he asked, using a goofy Yoda accent to try to hide how nervous he was.

The look on Brittany's face was not what he imagined.

Blue eyes narrowed at him, appearing less than pleased. "Really? You sang Come to My Window?"

Sam's eyebrows lifted. He swallowed loudly, the wet gulp echoing on the stage.

"…Y-y-yeah," he stammered, unsure of what she was getting at. "I thought you liked that song?"

Brittany crossed her arms. "Sam… you sang a song by a lesbian singer to me, one that I'd told you several times now that I equated with Santana… in order to show me that you… what? Care about me?"

Sam's face suddenly felt hotter.

"I thought if I could sing it better than she could… than Santana… that I could show you that I love you," he explained, unsure of what the problem was. "I love you, Brit."

Brittany just sort of sadly shook her head. "Sam, I think we need to talk."

He gulped again.

"I like you, Sam, I do. You made me laugh when I was sad. But I will always love Santana the most. She will always love me the most back. When this school year ends and we graduate, I'm going to move to New York to be with her. You're sweet and nice and everything… but I could never love you like I love her," Brittany told him, crossing the stage to pat his hand softly. "You singing that song to me didn't make me want to love you. It made me want to stop you halfway through and tell you to stop hurting my ears and Melissa Etheridge's good name by ruining that song." She smiled softly as he felt himself start to weep, realizing too late how wrong he'd been with his assumptions about how she felt. "Don't cry," she placated him, laying an awkward hand on his shoulder. "I should have told you sooner that this was just a means to take my mind off of how much I miss Santana. That was selfish of me. I'm sorry. But now you're free to do other things."

"…Like what?" He sobbed. Brittany shifted awkwardly, her Cheerios uniform swaying with her movements.

"Like… date Blaine," she said simply with a smile. She leaned over and kissed his cheek chastely. "He's in love with you and I'm not. Besides, dating you was like dating my brother… if I had one. And that weirded me and Lord Tubbington out. This is for the best."

"So we're over? That's it?" Sam asked again, hoping it wasn't so. Brittany nodded and tightened her ponytail with a shrug.

"This is an official break up," she told him nonchalantly. "See you in Glee club."

Sam watched her leave the stage and sighed to himself, wiping away his tears. He supposed, looking back now, that he'd ignored the signs that Brittany was still in love with Santana. He wasn't quite sure how he didn't notice it when she called him by her name mid-orgasm one time. And she always wanted to be the big spoon when cuddling. He scratched his head and thought about what she'd told him regarding Blaine.

He was a single guy now… and a blow job was a blow job, right?