My first shot at a Glee fanfic. I'm shipping Sugary and Sory at the same time, just so you know. That's this fic. It's Valentine's time!
It was Valentine's Day at William McKinley High School. Love buzz was in the air. Girls were swoon over boys. Boys were swoon over girls. Kurt was swoon over Blaine. Santana was swoon over Brittany. Lucky David Karofsky wasn't around to harrass Kurt or Blaine, so the romance went short, everyone was in on the love fest. Everyone except Sam Evans. After his failed attempt at reattaining Mercedes Jones's love, he hadn't felt his normal self. He only felt like a piece of him was ripped out and everytime he saw Mercedes with that bruiser Shane, he felt like crap.
"Hey, Sam!" Rory said, happily. Sam hadn't even noticed him walk up. He was too depressed to think about anything but the stupid little decorations that were everywhere.
"Hi, Rory." He said, with a sigh. Rory didn't know what to think. He saw his best friend sigh but he wasn't sure what it was about. And then, his Valentine's high wore off and he remembered why Sam would be so depressed.
"It's okay, Sam. Mercedes just isn't the one, sponsor." Rory said, subtly reminding his blonde American friend of his promise. Sam then, realized his promise. He had totally forgotten about it.
"Rory, I'm so sorry. I forgot about me helping you get a girlfriend by Valentine's Day." Sam explained, shook that he forgot. Rory laughed at the fact he said girlfriend instead of Rory's actual words of snog. It was cute. No, what am I saying? I'm not that way. But he's.. No, I can't. I like girls. Maybe I like boys too. NO! This isn't a negotiation. You like girls! Rory internally argued as Sam waved a hand in front of his face.
"Hello, earth to Rory?" Sam said to him. Rory shook his head.
"Sorry, Sam. I was just thinking." Rory said as Sam put his arm around his young Irish friend.
"I think I know who you can get with." Sam said, leading Rory away. iHe's got his arm around me? Is he? No, he can't be./i Rory thought to himself as Sam lead him near the choir room. Sugar Motta was practicing arpeggio's poorly.
"Sugar? She's snog worthy but..." Rory said, not actually being able to find a reason not to see if she'd go on a date with him.
"But? Get in there! Put on the Irish charm." Sam said, pushing Rory into the choir room. Sugar heard him come in.
"Oh, Rory. I heard you with my ninja ears!" Sugar said cutely. Sugar thought about starting on the arpeggio's again but she knew she couldn't sing. She didn't want to upset Rory. She just felt so inadequate about her vocal talents but she loved it so.
"Hey, Sugar. Um... Could I help you with your singing?" Rory said but then, he thought he struck a low blow. She was probably sensitive about her voice.
"Sure, but I don't see why I'd need help." She said, trying to remain confident. Rory walked unsteadily into the room. He sat down at the piano and played a note to see if she could sing it. She held her finger to her ear and belted out the note but it was scratchy and off by maybe three steps.
"Sugar, you can't cover your good ear while singing. That helps with pitch recognition." Rory said to her and she quickly removed her finger.
"Well, I'm great and I can sing if I want to, you Lucky Charm! Sorry, Aspergers." Sugar said, but Rory didn't take offense. He knew that she had "self-diagnosed Aspergers syndrome." iMaybe I can get her to realize the Asperger's thing isn't funny sometimes. Small steps, Rory. Small steps./i Rory thought as he hit the ivory key again. Sugar belted out the sound and it wasn't as off but it was still scratchy.
"Ease into it. Don't force it." Rory advised and she went on another spout of explanation.
"But I have to belt it. I'm just like Adele or at least I will be." Sugar said, and Rory laughed. "Why are you laughing at me?"
"Because Sugar, you don't need to belt it. Real strength is in holding back. Trust me, I know. Now, let's try that again." Rory said, hitting the key again and Sugar actually sang the note instead of trying to yell it.
"Oh my God! I did it!" Sugar said, as Rory clapped for her. "I'll be just like Adele in no time!" She yelled, cheering her self on.
"Listen, Sugar. Would you like to join me at Breadstix for dinner tonight?" Rory said, nervously. Sugar smiled at him, gleefully.
"Holy mother of Jesus Mary infant holy silent night! Sorry, Aspergers. Of course I will!" Sugar said. Rory smiled at her.
"You're that excited?" Rory asked her. Sugar wagged her finger.
"I told you. It's the Aspergers." Sugar said and handed her number on a piece of paper to Rory. Rory smiled and was happy that he would have a date on Valentine's Day.