A/N: I got this idea after I saw Cinderella. I hope you enjoy my take. This is just a short setup. I do not own Cinderella, I don't own glee. I only own my interpretation.

Chapter One

A long time ago in a far away kingdom, there lived a young boy with his mother, father and siblings. This boy was Sam Evans and he was the apple of his mother's eye, the pride of his father and the hero of his younger siblings. His father was a store owner and a fixture in their small village. His mother sold silk and other fine wares door to door, and often traveled in order to ensure that every member of the village could receive what they sought.

Sam himself was a plucky and resourceful lad aged twelve years at the time this story begins. He could often be found with his father and his father's young apprentice behind the store counter, exploring any and all of the fine items his father sold.

"What do you suppose this is Blaine?" Sam had picked up a metal object. It looked to him like a pair of binoculars on a stick. When Sam looked through it, he saw a wonderful landscape: mountains and grassy hills, and trees as green as the emeralds all the fine ladies wore.

"You're going to break it!" Blaine snatched the object away, but not before taking a much less clumsy look himself. He shrugged. "I don't rightly know. Why not ask Master Evans."

Sam puckered his lips. If Blaine, being, what seemed to Sam, a whole gaping year older didn't even know what the strange rodded binoculars were they must have been something amazing and foreign.

He grabbed the binoculars from Blaine, nearly dropping them in the process and earning a scowl from his friend as he raced over to his father who was just finishing up with a customer.

"Pa!"

Dwight Evans glanced down as a forcible weight crashed into his stomach. "Whoa there!" He chuckled as he roughed Sam's hair tapping a spot on the counter. "What has you in such a rush lad?"

Sam grinned as he stepped on a crate and sat on the counter. "Look at this Pa!" He held up the rodded binoculars. "What is it?"

"Well," Dwight took the object in his hand. "This is a fine find m'boy. A real fine find."

Sam nodded growing impatient as his legs swung wildly. "Yes, yes I know! But what is it?"

"It's a stereoscope."

"A stith...stithioscope?" Sam screwed his face.

Dwight shook his head. "No Sammy, a stereoscope. Look here." Dwight leaned over putting the stereoscope over Sam's eyes. "This stereoscope shows you all the magnificent places around and beyond our kingdom. If you work hard, you may get to see some of these places yourself someday."

"Wow!" Sam smiled. "Do you really think so?"

Dwight nodded. "Of course. You can do anything if you want it enough."

"I want to."

Dwight tapped Sam on the nose. "That's half the trick." He grabbed his son's hand and nodded to Blaine. "Come along. Don't want to keep Mother waiting now do we?"

This was the last real bit of advice young Sam would get from his father, for just a week later he was struck with the fever. In those times, there wasn't much in the way of medicine, so the Evans children had to say their farewells early on. Little Stacie, who was only six, didn't fully comprehend what was going on and the parents didn't tell her the full story. Why ruin the last memories the sweet girl would have of her father? Sam, and Stevie, who was eight and quite sure of what was going on, were the ones that took it the hardest.

Sam didn't leave his father's bedside delivering soup and stories that left the man in stitches.

"Sammy, give me an ear won't you?" Dwight was overcome with a coughing fit, the likes of which were becoming more and more common.

Sam poured his father a glass of water, handing it to him with a shaking hand. "Here Pa."

"Thank you m'boy." Dwight's coughing fit had calmed itself. "Sam, this is the last time I'm going to be talking to you so I want you to listen well."

Sam nodded as tears filled his eyes.

"I am so very proud of you. I just want you to know that. You're going to be the man of the household. Stevie and Stacie and Mother are going to be looking to you to help them."

Sam shook his head. "Pa… I don't… I don't think I can. Not without you."

Dwight frowned cupping his son's cheek in his hand. "Listen to me Sammy. Do you remember what I told you? You can do anything…"

"If I want it enough." Sam sniffled. "I know."

"Good… good lad." Dwight exhaled as his hand went limp.

"Pa!" Sam fell forward sobbing into the quilt as his mother rubbed circles up and down his back crying her own soft tears.

A/N: Aww poor Sam. There will maybe be a few more chapters with twelve year old Sam before we jump to age 17. I took a few liberties with the age difference between him and Blaine as well as with him Stevie and Stacie. I am not entirely sure on the exact age difference between the three Evans' kids. :) Anyway, let me know what you think. Next chapter we'll get a bit of a look at how Sam's life changed.