SPOILERSSPOILERSSPOILERS!
okay, the hug between damian and sam was too amazing to NOT write about. you might want to go watch it again and then read this. i just saw it and felt a connection, so intense and...read it for yourself! oh yeah, and this takes place in the two minutes before its announced that damian wins too.
"Sam, you are the winner of the Glee project." My eyes suddenly felt tired, very tired. I felt myself sag towards the ground, falling. My heart pounded in my ears, in my limbs, in my brain. Especially in my brain. I felt myself flush. Physical reactions to a broken want. A broken need. But I was okay with that.
I clapped for my lover, obviously. I'm not petty. I smiled through the tears burning in my eyes. I was genuinely happy for him, for his success embedded in my failure. He got what I desperately craved for. But I was okay with that.
After his moment of chaotic happiness, he rushed to my side. Pulled me in his long, olive arms. I wrapped mine around his neck and took in his scent, the one he always carried. I buried my face in his neck and placed a slow, well hidden kiss there. He laughed, said it tickled, I was okay with that.
"We did it, baby," he whispered softly in my ear. Is this what we did, was this our goal? Leaving one heart in that godforsaken dust and giving one a dream came true? I guess that that's the way that love works. And I'm okay with that.
Sam, my Sam, took my guts and threw them around the room. My Sammy. I breathed in that scent, his scent, before he let go. I held on for just a spilt second too long. But I guess I'm okay with that.
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