A/N : … Just got bored. (Tristen = 3rd person, Sam and others = 1st person)
Pairings: Sam/OC
Disclaimer : I don't own anything but my plot and my paper covered in ideas. Oh, and my OC Tristen Violet! (Which I kinda don't own because I got it from a friend...)
***00*** Tristen's POV
Tristen got out of the cramped car and into the crisp autumn with a swift grace. He wanted to get his boxes unpacked, get his bedroom somewhat "together", and get out his best outfit for school tomorrow. He had been enrolled a week prier to the move. Everything was peachy.
He slipped her headphones in his ears, turned on his iPod and listened to some 1960's country. He wasn't a redneck or a "down-to-the-bone countrymen", but he loved the emotion and meaning behind the songs. Being adopted, as his parents say, makes you more "emotion-based" than others. You let your emotions take over and music is the only thing that calms him down.
He grabbed three of his boxes and left the other four for his dad. Two of his boxes, one full of pictures and the other full with "just-for-look" things that went around his room, he thanked God they weren't very heavy. His other five boxes were full of clothes, all newly bought as "guilt-free" passes from his parents, to make up for the stress of the move.
Putting his boxes on the floor, he looked around at his new room. Deep red carpet with 3 white walls and a mural of a weeping willow on the wall above his bed. Not that it was depressing, it was motivation. That's where he was found, by her adoptive parents. Along with a single violet that had been planted recently beside him. Their furniture had been moved a few days in advance which gave his more time to put things away and get his room situated.
His room was big. About 20 feet by 20 feet, give or take a few. He opened the closet as his dad put the boxes with the others. He grabbed the first 3 boxes of clothes and slid them closer to him. He opened the first one and saw it was full of jeans. He instantly began the folding and hanging, not stopping until all the clothes were in the closet or the dresser.
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Relaxing on his bed, he looked at his now clean room. He had already taken a shower, eaten his dinner and stripped to his boxers to go to sleep for the rough day ahead. I should probably get out my school clothes...he thought as he lazily got out of bed and went to his closet to get out a pair of jeans, his favorite black skinnies. Then, he sluggishly moved towards the dresser and opened the second drawer. He grabbed his favorite shirt, probably not the best shirt to wear on the first day but it showed his true colors! Putting his clothes on the chest in front of his bed, he slipped beneath the comforter and began to fall into a deep sleep.
"Honey, are you wearing that shirt," asked his mom, pointing to the shirt when she poked her head in," tomorrow at school?" She was as cheery as ever.
"Yes ma'am. I want people to know I'm gay right off the bat. A shirt that says, "I'M GAY. DEAL WITH IT!" ought to get their attention. Night mom, love you." He replied, slurring his words slightly.
"Love you, too." she whispered as she went her separate way and he finally fell asleep.
***00*** Sam's POV
"OMG! Look at him, he must be the new kid." I could hear a group of girls saying. I followed their stares and saw him. His shirt was suicide. I ran to him and gently tapped him to get his attention.
"I'm Sam, can you come with me?" I asked him as kindly as I could while watching for bullies.
"Why?" I could tell he is genuinely confused.
"Because, this shirt," I pointed to it. "is social suicide. Come with me." I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him all the was to the bathroom. I pulled him into the closest stall and gave him the jacket I was wearing.
"Wear this for the rest of the day. There are a lot of people in this school that don't take to kindly to gays like us." OMG! Did I just come out to him?
"You know, I won't tell anyone. You are really the best person in the world to do this for me. If your friends are anything like you, I'll love this school. I'm Tristen by the way." He held out his hand to shake mine. "Sure am glad to have knight in shining armor like you. I have Spanish, you know where it is?"
"Yeah, let me see your schedule." He gave it to me with a smile. As I looked over it, he had all my classes, even glee club!
"You have all my classes. You do realize that being in glee is more social suicide than your shirt? Even being in glee and football doesn't help..."
"You're in glee, too! Football? That means you've got muscles." He gave me a wink and I couldn't help but blush. "Let's head to Spanish then? Since I'm new, you think you could be my escort for, lets say, the rest of the week?"
"I kinda have a girlfriend..."
"But your gay, why play with her emotions?"
"I suppose I could tell her, maybe we could still be friends. Hey, you seem pretty cool, you wanna hang out today after school?"
"Sure. Give me your phone." I hesitated but gave it to him. He put himself in my contacts. "Text me your address and I'll be there. Now, lets get to Spanish!" Gosh he was hyper...
***00*** Tristen's POV
Tristen was laughing so hard when they left Spanish! Sam was supposed to be doing his essay for extra credit and instead he was passing notes to Tristen. Ones that were just getting him out of work. They were on their way to English when Sam asked him a question.
"Where are you from?" asked Sam with that pretty boy smile.
"Uh... I'm from North Carolina. Came out to the entire school and I was expelled because it caused a riot... There were people celebrating and people saying it was disgusting and they had an all out brawl... Had to leave all my friends and come here. But, meeting you is worth it Sam. I really am glad to have you as a friend."
I want something more. Why can't he see that?, thought Sam with a blush.
"Well, it's my pleasure. Your awesome to me. You're the only one that knows my secret. And," he whispered this, "your cute, too." he finished earning a fiery blush from Tristen.
"Well, your sexy so you beat me." said Tristen, turning on the heel of his Converse and walking away with a smile.
"Hey! Wait up!" said Sam, chasing after him.
"Your on the football team. Come get me!" said Tristen, running now.
"Football season's over ya know!" said Sam, smirking and speeding up.
***00*** Sam's POV
I was just putting my shoes on for gym, which Tristen was already ready for. He had these Converse boots that looked kick-ass but I could tell they weren't made for men. Then I saw Karofsky's eyes land right upon them and started to walk.
"Hey new lady. Nice shoes, they made for girls?" he said and gave Tristen a shove. He looked at me and mouth I'm sorry before he did it. A roundhouse kick straight to the temple. Knocked him out instantly and everyone just pretended it didn't happen. Then, he shrugged and walked back over to me.
"How did you do that? That was awesome!" I asked, totally wired.
"I'm a black belt in Tang Soo Do. Being the only openly gay boy in North Carolina will do that to you... Force you to learn protection." He said it so calmly.
"You know he won't remember anything and we can't tell anyone about this. Even though it was bad-ass."
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I walked into glee with Tristen, my arm around his shoulder. We were laughing and carrying on, until I saw Quinn. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.
"Who was that?" God, she's pissed.
"Tristen Violet... A new student. He's gay and I saved him from social suicide because of his shirt."
"What's on his shirt?"
"I'M GAY. DEAL WITH IT."
"Wow... He sure does have guts..."
I mouthed 'hold on' and ran in and grabbed Tristen, pulled him outside to meet Quinn.
"I'm Quinn Fabray. Nice to meet you." She hugged him.
"I'm Tristen. I take it you're his girlfriend." he pulled me aside and whispered, "Tell her now while we're alone!"
"I'm not sure if I-" I was cut off by Quinn.
"What are you guys talking about?"
"I'll tell her... If you want me to." He told me, I thought and nodded.
"Quinn, Sam has something he wants me to tell you. He actually didn't even mean to tell me, it just slipped out. But," He whispered the rest to her.
"Sam! Thank you! I kinda always knew..." said Quinn with her trademark smile.
"What? Am I that obvious? God..."
"Well, you aren't obvious. You hide it very well. But, the fact that while we were working on a project in English you almost kissed me, if it were anyone else, they would have slapped you." At least he was being honest...
"What can I say? I was just showing what I want." I winked and then I saw Mr. Shue and grabbed both of them and dragged them in the classroom. I saw we were short on seats, so I hurried to get one. Tristen was left without one so I patted my lap. He was more than willing to sit down on it.
"Are we a couple?" he asked, taking of my jacket and went to give it to me until I answered.
"Yes." And kissed him on the cheek quickly before anyone saw.
"I'll be keeping this." Putting my jacket back on his lap.
"Only if you want to."
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"Okay. Nice Brittany. Now who will go next?"
"I will Mr. Shue! And, as the new kid, I have an announcement to make."
"Go right ahead Tristen."
"As you can tell by my t-shirt, I'm gay. Quinn, could you help me with this other announcement because it affects you, too."
I was surprised Quinn was willing to do something for him like that. I guess even though we have broken up, she still wants to be my friend. I guess that's good. While I watch Quinn go to the front, it took all the courage I had to go with her.
"Well, Quinn already know, so do Sam and I. I guess we'll just show you. Ready Sam?" I gave him a nod and went straight for his lips.
"Aw hell no! You ain't gonna steal our men!" I look over and I see Puck holding Santana back.
"He was my man. And, he will be happier with Tristen. Now sit down!" said Quinn in a surprisingly calm tone.
"Well, this song expresses what just popped into my mind." I saw him grab a guitar and toss it to me. "It's the chord of G and D and repeats, got me?" I nodded and stood beside him and began playing.
"You've come to tell me something you say I ought to know
That he don't love me anymore and I'll have to let him go
You say you're gonna take him, oh, but I don't think you can
Because you ain't woman enough to take my man"
God, his voice was amazing! He's looking straight at Santana, showing no fear. The song really did fit the situation.
"Women like you, they're a dime a dozen, you can buy 'em anywhere
For you to get to him, I'd have to move over, and I'm gonna stand right here
It'll be over my dead body, so get out while you can
Because you ain't woman enough to take my man"
I just might have to sing this with him sometime. His brown hair looks so good in this lighting, hope people don't pick on him because he has the same "beiber" haircut as me...
"Sometimes a man's caught lookin' at things that he don't need
He took a second look at you, but he's in love with me
Well, I don't know where that leaves you, oh, but I know where I stand
And you ain't woman enough to take my man"
Now he's got Brittany singing along while sitting on Artie's lap! Never knew she liked country...
"Women like you, they're a dime a dozen, you can buy 'em anywhere
For you to get to him, I'd have to move over, and I'm gonna stand right here
It'll be over my dead body, so get out while you can
Because you ain't woman enough to take my man
No, you ain't woman enough to take my man"
He gave me a look with his hazel eyes that said, 'you catch on quick.' I guess I do considering I sang the chorus with him...
"You hear that? No one touch my man!" Tristen said when the song ended and we got a standing ovation.
"You sure you're okay with Quinn?" I whispered.
"Yes. I am proud you have such a gutsy boyfriend. I hope we can remain friends."
"Of course. We will always be good, close, friends. And, you have to admit, he has a good body."
"Well, yeah. A nice butt, too." Quinn was obviously okay with their relationship. And for once with himself, he felt natural with this relationship. With Tristen. And, for all those who don't like it, they can get mine and Tristen's foot across their ass. Even though Alanis Morissette wasn't widely known, one of her songs came up in my mind. One that expressed my feeling entirely.
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A/N: Reviews are my crack! Sorry if I went a little to fast with it... Song: You Ain't Woman Enough (To Take My Man) by Loretta Lynn.