Anything could of happened when I walked into this motel. I had too much things on my mind that night. Things that a teenage boy shouldn't be feeling nor thinking about. I had my brother and sister to look after. Parents searching for jobs. Friends that could most likely care less about my family and my problems. And what can I do? Care too much about Quinn, the love of my life. But it's most likely she doesn't care about me. Just being prom queen.
"Sammy!" Stacey cries out, running towards me as I get home from school. I would do anything for Stacey and Stevie. "Hey, kiddo. How was school?" I ask, hoping I get a good answer. Just to get the pain off my back, it'd sure be nice to have her be in Glee club with me. But she needs to stay this young while she can. "It was... OK. Stevie had to stay back," Stacey says, jumping off my lap. This is the fifth time he's had to stay behind since we moved to this place. "What? Why?" I ask, grabbing my football jacket-my only jacket. "He hit Ian again," Stacey says, so sweet and innocently. Gosh, it reminds me too much of Quinn. Snap out of it, Sam. Stop!
"Ugh," I grunt. "Stacey, can I tell you something"?"
"Yeah?" Stacey asks, following me out the door.
"Please. Don't ever hit people unless they're meant to be hit. Like... Finn, for example," I say, regreting what I said. Finn Hudson. He took my part in lots of things. He took my quarterback position when I got hurt by this 300 pound idiotic 23-year-old. But most importantly: He took my role of Quinn Fabray's boyfriend. I felt like a king when we were together. I don't know why, but it's like she completes that emptiness in my heart. "Wait, you mean that one guy with the ugly haircut?" Stacey asks. She's only 6, so I don't expect much from her. But her answer sure made me crack up!
"Yep, he's the one!" I exclaim, still laughing my butt off. "Ew, he scares the living snot out of me. Ew, that's even more disgusting!" Stacey raises her voice, shaking. "You, my lady, were raised totally correctly," I say, giving her a high-five. "Uh... Sammy?" Stacey asks. I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Yeah?" I ask, staring at the clouds. Are they always shaped as apples? I wonder. "How are we getting there?" She asks, looking up at the clouds as well.
"'Uh... We'll walk. I walk you and Stevie to school all the time. It's only about ten minutes away," I say. Hey, is that the Grinch? I wonder. "What the heck, Sam?" Stacey yells. Oops... Guess I said that out loud...
When we walk into Stevie's classroom, we see him sleeping. "Oh. hello, may I-" The teacher starts, but looks at Stacey. "Oh, why, Stacey! Hello darling dear! How have you been?"
"Good. This is Sam, and he's my big brother. We're here for Stevie," Stacey says. "Well, hello Sam. I'm Miss Heavensburg. I'm afraid Stevie has detention, for one, he's been sleeping for the past hour, and secondly, he punched Ian M. today," Miss Heavensburg declares, writing a slip. "Great, last thing I need is for Stevie to have a dang enemy," I mutter, watching my language. I've tried not to swear much anymore, considering I'm home a lot more often now.
"I know that things are rough, but it's Stevie's fault he's acting this way. And if this doesn't stop, your parents will need to come in, sad enough. So, you may take Stevie, but be warned when I say he's really rough. We'll leave this as a warning," Miss H. states. I give Stevie a little shake, and he's wide awake. "Ah! That felt amazing. Sam, can I take a nap when we get home?" Stevie asks, rubbing his eyes. "After homework," I reply. "Shoot! God darn it," Stevie mutters.
"Stevie! Watch your mouth!" Stacey orders. "You're being a disgrace!"
"High-five!" I exclaim, but Miss Heavensburg gives me a look that yells, 'Sam, you better quit it!' so I put my hand down. "Nevermind." Stacey giggles, just like the way Quinn. Quinn...
Just as I was daydreaming about my last kiss with Quinn, Miss H snaps me out of it. "Well, Sam, he needs to stay tomorrow," I groan. Money. Everything costs God damn money! "Great, just the last thing I need. Money for a babysitter," I mutter. Stacey is shaking her head at me, begging. Gosh, she's so adorable. "I can take Stacey, too, Sam. I bet I have lots of fun things she can do until you pick them up," Miss H. says, combing Stacey's hair with her fingers gently. She then realizes what I was talking about.
"Oh, well I guess he'll be staying tomorrow after school, then?" She asks, going to her desk. She pulls out something very petite looking and hands it to Stacey as I nod. "Here. Always keep this with you, alright? It shall protect you against evil forces."
This day is just great. Great with a capital-sarcastic 'G'. It first started when Azimo-what a jerk- slapped my face with a cherry slushy, again! But it wasn't Quinn who helped me this time. It was Rachel Berry-the 'drama queen'. Or as Quinn would say.
"Why are you helping me?" I ask, wetting down a rag carefully. Gotta love the janitor's... Right? "No one else wou.d, with the exception of Quinn, but she wasn't around. So I felt as if it was my job to help," Rachel explains. he always speaks in paragraphs-which we all find awkward. "Oh, well uh... Thanks for helping, Rachel," I say, wiping some slushballs out of my hair. "Oh, you're absolutely welcome. Whenever I help someone, they feel as if they need to pay me back, which is a pain in the butt. Anyways, don't worry, Azimo is just a bitch and doesn't deserve to be popular. You're too cool to be slushied," Rachel smiles.
"How is a guy that lives in a motel cool?" I ask, jokingly. A few days ago, I told everyone because they assumed Quinn and Kurt were cheating on Finn and Blaine. "Well. in my opinion you are," Rachel whispers. I smile, knowing that all along, Rachel was my friend, and that she's a really caring person. "Thank-you, Rachel. You are, too. Never listen to those idiots," I say, hugging her.
Then, in Glee club, they worst of horrid town happened: Quinn got her heart broken. "Mr. Shue, I want a duet with Rachel for Nationals," Finn called out. Within the first second, everyone but Puck, Lauren, and Quinn gasped. "Excuse me? I thought I clearly stated that if you want to date me, you cannot do a duet with her!" Quinn yelled out. She hates Rachel. And when I say hate-I mean it. "You know what Quinn?" Finn got up, and took ahold of Quinn's arms. "You don't make decisions for me. I do. Rachel is a kindhearted girl, and you know what you are? You, Quinn, are a-"
"Stop! Just stop, Finn!" Quinn yells, crying. Oh no he didn't! "Quinn. We, us, are over!" Finn yells, walking out the door. As Quinn sits down, the first few tears slide down her beautiful face. Next minute, I see her covering her eyes with her hands that are all red and marked up from Finn shaking her so hard. "Oh my God. Screw you, Finn," I mutter, getting up from my seat and plopping down next to her. "Quinn," I start, trying to put all of my emotions together. Everyone is looking at us, mumbling about what had just happened. Kurt is staring at us in a lovey-dovey way. He has always been a sucker for true love. " I-I'm so sorry this happened to you. You didn't do anything wrong, and look at what he did to you! It's just upsetting."
I wrap my arm around her. What surprises me is that she doesn't pull away. "Thank-you, Sam," Quinn whispers. I can feel my shirt becoming wet, but I don't care. "Can I come over tonight?" She asks. I'm in shock. She only comes over to babysit Stacey and Stevie, or to help me with homework. "Of course. You are welcome to come over anytime you would like," I say, hugging her. Never wanting to let her go.