"If you ever come back..."
A guitar slung tightly over his shoulder.
A nervous chattering of his teeth, the clicking of his tongue.
His fingertips banging against his thighs inside his skinny jeans, with difficulty.
The way he'd pull his right hand awkwardly from his 'girl jeans' and fidget with his wide-rimmed glasses with the small little strip of white tape in the middle.
The way he'd walk, in an attempt to look confident, but his stride gave off the aura of anxiety and doubt.
His shaggy, dirty blonde hair, blowing everywhere but suiting him perfectly and how even the slight stubble on his chin shuddered in the wind.
He wasn't a student at McKinley High, nor was he even from Ohio. He was from Colleyville, Texas and was in search of someone, a boy if you will.
Rory beamed at his bleach-blonde friend, who smirked at him with full lips.
"What's with the smile, Rors?"
"Oh.. n-nothing."
He giggled nervously, having been caught staring at his handsome friend. He knew Sam didn't mind, especially after the decided on a borderline secret relationship, though sometimes watching Sam play guitar reminded him of another blonde. A texan boy.
His blue eyes saddened at the thought but lit up like neon lights when he felt rugged fingers loop between his more skinny ones; in public, no less!
"S-Sammy?"
A slight hum came in reply, a smile still playing on the swimmer's face.
"In public...?"
"So?"
Rory kept quiet after that, enjoying the warmth from Sam's hand, his face flushed a faint red before looking in the middle of the hall where everybody from the Glee Club seemed to be rushing, more along the lines of Rachel and Kurt with Finn following close behind. He heard them shout, his ears picking up the more rapid words of Tina and Mike, which were slowed down by Sam's spare hand grabbing Mike's shoulder.
"What's going on?" - "Someone randomly showed up at the school with a guitar and has started performing in the Auditorium."
Rory tilted his head in confusion but left himself be slowly and carefully dragged away by not only Sam, but his own feet until he could hear the sound echoing inside the Auditorium. His feet then ran, his hand suddenly let Sam go and his face dropped in fear and disbelief.
His fear was confirmed. It was Cameron. Robert Cameron Mitchell sat there on a chair he pulled on the stage singing 'If you ever come back' by The Script. One of his favourite songs.
"C-C-Cam.."
Cameron's eyes lifted up, his voice becoming more unstable to the beat when his eyes locked with the irishmans.
"If you ever come back, if you ever come back... There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat..."
Cameron was fighting back to smile that dorky smile that nobody could match but his face dropped and so did his voice, it fading out when a well-built jock with bleach blonde-hair and full lips that were a pinky red grasped his boyfriend's hand. His -ex boyfriend's hand.
'Had he really moved on...?'
Cameron just stopped plucking, stopped singing and stood up; eye to eye with Rory.
Rory choked on his own tears, not even realizing they were spilling as he watched Cameron swoop almost clumsily with shame and sorrow, and turned in hopes to grab his cardigan but his hand was almost 'frozen' in place by Sam's concerned grasp.
"Sorry Cam..."
A silence echoed.
"Well... you know where I am... if you ever want to come back..."
'I have an apartment for us... a guitar to teach you to play, I have so much that'll just waste away...'