I do not own the characters of Glee. They rightfully belong to Ryan Murphy. I only own this idea.
"Sam! Pass it! Dude, pass it!", screamed Puck as he ran up the field, only a few yards away from the blonde. The boy threw the football to his teammate only seconds before he tackled by a linebacker and slammed onto the ground, the force of the other guy hitting him like a truck. He rolled the guy off of him and struggled to stand up, only to drop back down to his knees. "Evans! You good?!", screamed Coach Beiste from the sidelines. "I'm good!", called back Sam as he forced himself up onto his feet, fixing his helmet back in the right position. Damn linebacker. He's got to be at least 200 some pounds. Puck jogged up to him and pointed to the bench, where they both saw Finn rising from it, a grin on his face. "No way, dude. This is only the second play I've ran, she can't bench me.", said Sam as he watched the teen lumber over to them both.
"She just did.", said Finn as he clapped Puck on the back, earning a glare from each of them. "You got lucky, Hudson. If it weren't for that linebacker Sam would still be playing out here.", hissed Puck as he walked away from the pair, purposefully knocking shoulders with the taller teen. Sam glared at Finn as he made his way over to the bench, looking over at Coach Beiste in deep confusion. "You benched me?", he asked her as he sat down on the bench and unclasped his helmet before taking it off, setting it at his side. "You took a brutal hit out there, it was helmet to helmet. You could have a concussion, we won't know until we get in the locker room. Hudson's taking your place for the final play.", she explained to him. Seeing the confusion in his eyes soon turn into anger, not towards her, but towards the guy who took his place.
The game was left at 14-8, no over time needed for this one. Sam got off the bench and walked over to join Puck, both of them grinning like idiots. "We did it man! That saying you used really helped get us up for it. Try something to freak out the other team next time.", said Puck as he knocked their helmets together, both of them holding onto the face masks. "Kia Kaha. It means stay strong. I already have something to freak out the other team, we'll try it out at practice in a few days.", said Sam as he smiled at the mowhawk headed teen. "What is it, dude?", asked Puck as he led the boy over to their Coach, who was beaming at them all. "Ka Mate. It's a war chant.", explained Sam as they reached their Coach. "You ran them into the ground! They're leaving with their tails between their legs! You're finally working as a team!", said Coach Beiste as she clapped the nearest guys on their shoulders.
They all made their way past the cheering crowd to the locker room, all of them full of adrenaline that was pumping through their veins. "Shower up and head home for a rest.", ordered Coach Beiste as she followed them into the locker room, walking over to her desk, laying the play book down. Sam made his way over to his locker and pulled his duffel bag out of it, almost falling back over the bench in the process. "Dude, smooth. Real smooth.", said Puck as he caught the boy, helping him regain balance. "The zipper got caught.", replied Sam as he sat the bag down and started to pull off his jersey. "You look high, man. You're pupils are blitzed out.", said Puck as he took off his jersey, too. Sam groaned as he untied his shoulder pads, seriously tempted to slam his head off of the nearest locker. Blitzed pupils meant concussion, Coach would bench him for sure, giving Finn his spot.
"Evans, join me.", said Coach Beiste as she beckoned him over. She was holding a small flashlight in her hand and the boy knew exactly what was coming. He walked over to her and let her lay her hand on his shoulder to hold him in place as she shined the light into each of his eyes. Twice. "Your pupils are dilated and not reactive. You definitely have a concussion, I have no choice but to bench you for a week. Maybe even a week and a half.", said Coach Beiste as she put the flashlight back on her desk. "Can I still practice? Work out with the rest of them?", asked Sam anxiously, he hated being benched. He couldn't sit still long enough to be benched, he had to be up and moving. "You can work out with them, but no practicing. You could still get more injured during practice. No go and get changed.", ordered Coach Beiste as she nudged the boy to the lockers.
Sam walked away from her back to his locker, where he took off his cleats and the rest of his pads, placing them in the duffel bag before he put a towel around his waist, slipping his boxers off. He took out his clothes and layed them on the bench before he made his way into one of the showers, turning the water to as hot as he could stand it. "She bench you for more?", asked Puck as he rinsed off his body, sending droplets of water in Sam's direction when he shook his mowhawk out. "She's going to bench me for a week, maybe a week in a half.", said the blonde as he soaped up his own body before rinsing all of it off. "That sucks, man. Looks like that linebacker really did you in.", added in Finn as he stepped into the shower on the other side of Puck. Sam shook out his newly clean hair, smiling at a glaring Puck, who had a face full of water droplets. "Muzzle it, Finn. You got what you want.", snapped the blonde as he reached over and turned off the water, before sliding his towel around his waist.
"You'll be lucky if you get your spot back when the bench time is up. She'll completely forget about you.", said Finn as he rinsed the soap off of himself. "Don't mess with me, city boy. You'll get hog-tied in three split seconds if you dont watch yourself.", warned Sam as he made his way over to his locker again. "Easy, country boy.", said Puck as he wrapped an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders. "All I need is a damn piece of rope.", muttered the blonde as he dried off and slid on a clean pair of boxers, before taking his towel off of his hips and hanging it up. "I'll get the rope.", said Puck as he dried off and got dressed. Sam couldn't help but laugh a little as he put on a pair of Levi jeans and then a black t-shirt, putting everything else in the duffel bag, zipping it closed. The blonde was putting on his jeans jacket just as his cell phone began to ring, the sound of a horse neighing and nickering filling the almost empty locker room. It was Christian calling him and he knew exactly what the guy wanted, but he wasn't too sure if he wanted to do the bidding on it.
Yeah, Christian?
I'm pulling up at the school. Get your rump outside and meet me when you're done. I've got a delivery for you to make.
Dammit, man. You know I do go 'round doing that for you anymore. It's too risky now a days.
One last run. Come on. I need the money and you get half each time. You need it to.
How much is it and of what?
It's an eight ball of crystal ice. You should get at least $200 from the buyer.
Just this one last time. I'll meet you in the parking lot. We'll do the exchange there before you give me the address.
They both hung up and left the conversation to end there until they would meet in the parking lot. "Need a ride, man?", asked Puck as he picked up his own bag after putting on his leather jacket. "Naw, Puck. Thank you. Turns out I got one.", replied Sam as he picked up his duffel and shut his gym locker, following the mowhawk headed teen out of the locker room and around the side of the school to the parking lot. Puck clapped Sam on the back before he made his way to his beat up truck, tossing the duffel bag into the bed of it, before climbing in himself. The blonde leaned against one of the light pole as he watched another truck pull into the parking lot and drive over to him. The window rolled down and Christian beckoned him over to him with a curl of his hand. "'Bout time you decide to do this again. You're the only one the authorities won't think of tracking.", said Christian as he rolled the window down completely.
"This is the last time, Christian. I can't risk getting too deep into this again. My family and my life are at risk when I do this.", said Sam as he jumped up onto the side-runners of the truck. He had no idea that he was being watched from Puck on the other side of the parking lot. "This is the last run and then I'm out for a few days. Take it easy and get it done clean, you'll get half the profit.", said Christian as he handed the blonde the clear bag, watching as he slipped it inside his jacket pocket. "I'll get it done. Same as always.", replied Sam as he jumped back down onto the gravel. "Bring the cut to me tomorrow morning in full or I'll have your ass.", warned Christian before he left the boy in the smoke of the truck. The blonde flipped him the bird before taking out the piece of paper attached to the bag, where the address was written down for him. Let's get this over with.
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Sam continued walking down the middle of the road, glancing down at the slip of paper in his hands. It was safer to walk in the middle of the road in this part of town. The blonde was miles away from his home and even miles away from anything that looked familiar to him. Just keep going, the meeting place isn't too far off. In the distance the sound of Police sirens were being heard as the boy reached the meeting place, seeing a man that looked to be in his near 20's. "You Jackson?", asked Sam as he stopped a few feet away from the man, knowing to never get too close. "That'd be me. I don't need to know your name, I just need to know if you've got what I want or not.", said Jackson as he stepped forward, watching the blonde step back again. "I've got it right here. You got what I want?", asked Sam as he took out the bag of crystal.
"I sure do, kid.", said Jackson as he took out a roll of cash from his pocket. "Toss it off.", said Sam as he locked eyes with the guy. Something here just didn't feel right to him. Jackson tossed the roll of cash at Sam as he tossed the bag to the man, both of them catching it easily. The second the blonde put the cash in his pocket, a Police cruiser pulled up behind the man, who merely looked over his shoulder before grinning at him. "Shit.", whispered Sam as he turned and took off running, jumping up onto the side of the hood of a second Police cruiser when it came out of the alley in front of him. The closest Police Officer got out of the cruiser and had Sam pinned to it in minutes, pulling his arms behind his back in the process. I'm going to kill, Christian.