This is my very first FanFic published and I'm excited/nervous but I'm particularly fond of it already and hope you enjoy it as well because I've got 15 chapters' worth (9 of which are completely finished)!
I've made Finn and Quinn "evil" for the first few chapters because I actually hated them during most of season 2, but they won't be evil for long! They have their reasons!
Sorry if you find any mistakes, I checked spelling/grammar/punctuation once but wouldn't be surprised if I missed something.
Also, I didn't post lyrics of songs I've chosen because many people find it annoying, but I will provide a YouTube link along with the song title/artist. Have a wonderful read!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I did Samchel would've happened a long time ago.
There is nothing worse than heartbreak, nothing.
I can feel my chest rip while I scurry to school as fast as I can, hoping to run away from my problems as easily as I'm running away from Finn's house at the moment.
Finally, I make it to McKinley, which is very close by but it feels like I've been running forever.
My heart sinks once I reach my locker and I don't feel any better. Mental images of Quinn and Finn on his bed flash in my mind over and over again, no matter how hard I try to get rid of them. I gather myself up as best I can and get books from my locker. I'm careful to avoid the mirror taped inside my locker, if I see how bad I look I will burst into tears, the ones I've been trying hard to fight back lately. Especially since Fuinn happened.
"So much for captain of the celibacy club", I say to myself.
I'm glad it's early so no one's around to see me like this. Glee club members would ask me what was going on and other students would laugh at me or throw a slushie at my face, or a combination of both.
My face finally returns into its normal colour and I walk into the choir room to work on my song writing. I take a seat at the piano and notice some sheet music was left there. I take my own music out and began to sing.
(GHOST OF YOU- SELENA GOMEZ link: /Y2RO0kksRDQ )
I can feel that familiar knot well up inside me again as I play the last few keys. I swallow back my tears and take a deep breath for control.
"Wow", rings out a random voice.
I turn around abruptly and see Sam standing by the door with hands full of sheet music.
"What are you doing here so early?" I ask him with rudeness in my tone.
"Calm down, I wasn't spying on you". He holds up his papery hands in defense. "I came early to work on some songs", he says as he points to the other music sheets on the piano I had pushed to the side.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know", I apologize as I get up, gathering my stuff.
"No, don't go. That song was great". He walks up to me.
I smile at this. I've always thought Sam hated me along with my music style, and, well, everything else about me.
"I'm trying to do that too", he says with a sigh.
"Do what?" I ask him, puzzled.
"Sort my feelings out, write them down. Express myself. That's the good thing about being dumped and forgotten." His green eyes shine beneath the room's lights. I can tell they are full of sorrow but still manage to look beautiful.
"What's that?" I ask him, a bit uneasy. I've never seen Sam like this before.
"You get a good song out of it", he answers and lets out a chuckle.
He knows I wrote that song for Finn. Well, it's pretty obvious.
"It should be illegal to feel this horrible" I choke back at him, looking down at the floor before managing to build up the confidence to look up at him. His understanding, blue eyes and my brown, equally as shimmering, eyes read each other's misery.
"Look", he says, breaking the silence, "I know we never really talk but we should. I want to be friends, if it's okay with you. I'm going through a tough time and could really, well, I could..."
"I could use someone too" I give him a supporting smile, taking another breath and fixing my favourite bright red knee socks I had worn for Finn. I had hoped he could finally say yes to a duet with me. I planned to walk to school together this morning, only to encounter the worst.
"Rachel. I don't mean to be nosy or rude but you look like you've seen a ghost ever since I walked in here, are you all right? Am I that scary?" he holds his hand out and lightly rests it on my shoulder with a forced chuckle.
"I don't think you want to hear what I've got to say. It's about Quinn and Finn"
His face quickly changes from supporting to full of worry. He thinks for a few seconds before finally nodding, ready to hear the horrible news.
"I went over to Finn's this morning, thinking he'd finally agree to do a duet with me for nationals. I knocked on the door and Kurt answered. He let me in and told me he'd heard Finn wake up over an hour ago, showered, dressed and ready to go, so I went over to his room hoping to surprise him. He was blasting music incredibly loud. I opened the door a crack and saw, I saw them doing it!"
My puffy eyes are once again ready to burst.
"Doing it?" his face is full of surprise and just as much disappointment as mine, "But she's the president of the celibacy club"
"Do you really think she'd follow the rules now if she's broken them before?"
"Good point", Sam drops his hands to his knees as he sits on the chair closest to him. He looks like he's been punched in the stomach.
"It shouldn't come as a surprise to us", I say, even though we are both still very surprised.
I take a seat next to him and put my hands on top of his. He looks up at me with a smile, and I smile back.
"I thought I loved her. She was very sweet to me when we first met. Turns out she's a heart-breaker. I even think she takes joy from it"
"Well, people aren't always who they seem at first. Finn's another good example of that. I thought I was special, that by going out with him my relationship dreams would come true. I was completely wrong", I fix my skirt, and clear my throat before continuing, "I don't even know if I will ever feel special anymore". My head sinks forward.
"You're beautiful Rachel, even though you don't think so. Anyone that doesn't see it is a moron"
"And you're smart, Samuel, even though you don't agree. Anyone that doesn't see that is delusional"
We let out a chuckle and stare at each other, more laughter following.
"What's so funny?" Mr. Shuester bursts in. He has a look of suspicion plastered all over him.
"Nothing", we both reply. We adjust ourselves on our chairs.
"Well, it's nice to see you both smiling again. It's been a while"
And he's right. It has been a while.