Pairings: Sam/Rory with implied Samcedes.
I own not a single thing except for this fic.
"Ya know, I haven't been slushied," Rory says as he runs the lukewarm water through your bangs, "yet." There's a bit of fear in his voice and his jaw tenses but the glimmer in his eyes as he stares down at you doesn't change.
You give off a nervous laugh, because slushies are a pain in the ass but you don't want him to know that. If you're a target then so is he and any day now he'll be getting an icy facial because it's a wonder he hasn't already but what if you're not there to clean him up like he is for you now? Why are you thinking about this when you were just on your way to talk to Mercedes, who you love? "Think of it this way: it's really just sugar, water and food coloring."
He gives a small laugh at that before taking the towel so he can dab at your face. "Well I'm sure you'd do the same for me if I were slushied, right, sponser?"
You avoid his gaze as you reply, "Yeah, of course, man. We're friends, that's what friends do."
Rory looks a little crest fallen at the word 'friends' before nodding to himself. "You must really love this girl, then. Taking slushies for her and what not." He shakes his head as to rid himself of whatever he was thinking about. "I hope I find that kind of love one day."
"Yeah, of course you will. We'll find you a great girl," you tell him, before slapping him on the arm playfully.
There's an awkward silence before Rory looks at you with a lost expression on his face.
"Sam, I don't want to find a great ghurl."
The way he's looking at you, like you're some sort of hero or perfection personified takes you aback.
Before you can even ask who he wants, his lips are on yours in a deep kiss. He pulls away quickly, too quickly, with shock written all over his face. He can't believe he just did that and neither can you. "Sam, I- I'm sorry."
"No, don't worry about it. It's okay, really," you hear yourself tell him when you can't even think straight enough to talk.
If you had to guess who Rory liked you'd have gone with Brittany or maybe even Finn.
You never would've guessed that it'd be you.
You never thought he'd like you enough to kiss you at school in the boys bathroom where anyone could have walked in at any second. You never thought you'd like how his body pressed against yours and why the hell didn't he mention any of this when he'd stayed over for the holidays?
He lets out a sigh of relief and nods, stepping back towards the door. "I'll see you around then, Sam?"
You never would've guessed that while you were chasing after Mercedes, Rory had been chasing after you-not Brittany, not Finn- but you, and maybe you do like Rory that way and would let him kiss you again, even if it meant dozens of cherry slushies in the face just so he could clean you off and taste it on your lips, because he's really great and laughs at all your jokes and that corny Princess Peach impression you did on New Years eve, and lately you haven't thought of Mercedes as much, if at all, because of Rory and his naivety, his baby blue eyes and thick accent that has yet to master the language of Na'vi that he's still so eager to learn.
With the urge to grab and kiss him settling in your gut, you give him a small wave as he walks out, your lips still tingling. "Yeah, of course."
AN: This is such crap, what even. I ship Samcedes but this happened and I'm okay with it.