Big thanks to itsnevergettingbetterthanthis for betaing this story. I owe you lots.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and I don't own any of the characters either.
"What!?"
Sam couldn't believe what his parents had just told him. Sitting on the living room couch, he stared incredulously at both his parents. His parents had just told him that they had arranged a marriage between him and some guy named Blaine Anderson, the son of a wealthy and well know business man.
Arranged Marriage.
Did people even do that anymore?
"Please tell me this is just a cruel joke you guys are pulling on me."
Mary pursed her lips as she turned to Dwight who was doing anything he could to avoid eye contact with his son. The smile that had spread across Sam's face now slowly faded away when he realized that his parents weren't kidding around.
They were serious.
His cheeks flushed as blind fury consumed him.
"No!" Sam snapped, rising from his seat and glowering down at his parents who were clearly surprised by his actions. "I'm not doing it. You can't make me."
Like hell was he going to marry someone he didn't know and who the fuck gave his parents' permission to make that kind of decision for him anyways?
Feeling utterly annoyed with his son, Dwight opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Mary rested her hand on his shoulder. Signaling, that she would handle the issue already knowing how the situation would turn out if Dwight were to say anything to their son.
Huffing, Dwight leaned back in his couch and Mary turned to Sam.
"Sammie please understand," Mary began. "You might not remember this but the Anderson family had been very helpful to us when were going through financial problems not so long ago. In fact they even gave us a huge sum of money so that we could get back on our feet."
"But that doesn't mean you have to give me away like I'm some kind of fucking reimbursement!" Sam shouted, causing his father to rise from his seat also.
Sam winced as his father took a few steps towards him but he was grateful Mary stopped him in his tracks, seemingly trying to calm him down.
"Dwight, no, you're just going to make things worse," Mary said, caressing Dwight's arm. "I said let me handle this; okay honey?"
Feeling his breathing return to normal, Dwight positioned his hands upwards as a way of surrendering and left the room so that Mary could talk some sense into their son.
Sighing, she sat back down on the couch.
"Take a seat," Mary said, patting a spot on the couch next to her. "Let's talk."
Removing a strand of blonde hair from his face, he took a seat next to his mother. "I'm sorry mom but I just can't marry someone I don't know."
Knowing that his parents had arranged someone for him to marry was shocking enough but the fact that it was a guy, well that had taken him completely by surprise. He knew he had come out to his parents as a bisexual when he began having a crush on a male classmate in high school but that was the only time he ever was attracted to a guy. After that he was only attracted to women. What if he marries this Blaine guy and he finds out that he wasn't actually bi? That maybe the crush thing was just a phase.
Frankly, that's not what was really worrying Sam. Sam knew that if he does get married he would probably have to break up with Mercedes, his current girlfriend. He had met her at Spotlight Diner, where he was working as a waiter. Santana introduced her to him and they had been dating for almost six months which was longer than any of his previous relationships.
"What about Mercedes mom?" Sam asked, reminding his mother that he had a girlfriend "Remember her? You like her." And his mother really did like her. She remembered the first time Sam introduced Mercedes to her, Mercedes had made the best pie ever and she loved it.
"I know Sammie but what did I tell you about getting too attached?"
That's right his mother had told him that.
Sam's eyes widened.
They knew!
They knew all along and they never told him.
He couldn't break up with Mercedes. She was the only girl Sam can actually see himself with years from now married with kids. He couldn't destroy that possible future.
"I'm not breaking up with her, "Sam said, standing by his decision.
Mary frowned. "I'm sorry Sammie but your marriage to Blaine has already been planned. You two will be married two days from now, we have already sent out a few wedding invitations and we will be visiting the Anderson family tomorrow to settle on other wedding arrangements."
Sam gaped.
Two days!
That's too soon.
"It's enough time so that you can end things nicely with Mercedes," Mary added, rising from her seat.
"But-" Sam stuttered, trying to find words to fight back.
"No buts Sam. It has already been settled."
Sam sighed in relief when he went downstairs the next day and found out his parents weren't around. His father was a kindergarten teacher and worked on early schedules so Sam was grateful that he didn't bumped into his father this morning sensing the tension that was between them.
It wasn't that he didn't get along with his father.
No.
It was just that they tended to disagree on most things which would end up in some kind of heated argument between them. Most likely, when his mother wasn't around and they would cease talking to each other for a couple of days, maybe weeks until the other decides to apologize.
Taking a quick snack from the refrigerator in the kitchen and rushing out the door, Sam drove to The Spotlight Diner where he worked.
His hands on the wheel and his attention on the road, Sam thought about what his parents told him yesterday. He had yet to come up with a decision concerning the arranged marriage. Of course he couldn't break up with Mercedes. He was in love with her.
Sam bit his lip.
…But he couldn't tell his parents no either.
Why was this thing so important to them anyways?
Was this a way to pay off some kind of debt they owe?
Sam didn't have time to think things over because a driver was now beeping his car horn for him to drive faster.
Annoyed, Sam drove faster and It didn't take long for him to finally reach his destination.
"Hey Trouty," Santana said from where she was cleaning a table in the far end. "You're early."
Sam smirked.
Says the girl who came to work before him.
Ambling across the diner, he took a seat in front of the table Santana was cleaning.
"What's wrong?" Santana asked, sensing something was off with her best friend.
"You cannot believe what I found out my parents did the other day."
"Got you a plastic surgeon to fix that trouty mouth of yours?" Santana answered, smiling to show that she was only kidding around.
Sam rolled his eyes and frowned.
This wasn't the time for jokes.
"Santana this is serious," Sam said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I mean this is kind of a life changing thing that I'm talking about here."
Santana observed Sam for a moment, debating on whether Sam was really serious and that he really did had a problem or if he was making some big fuss about nothing.
"Fine!" Santana groaned, plopping down next to seat to Sam. "Tell Aunty Snixx what happened."
"Okay so yesterday I had a kind of emergency meeting with my parents and can you believe what they did!?" Sam exclaimed. "They set me up with someone."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows. "Like on a blind date?"
"No," Sam said, shaking his head. "Like with a husband."
Santana features went blank until they were taken over by complete shock when she finally understood what Sam was talking about.
"You're getting married!?"
"Who's getting married?" Puck said, joining into their conversation.
Puck was one of his co-workers, close friend. In high school, he was always the juvenile type who always got in trouble and never gave a damn about his future. It was strange that they even became friends in the first place. Not long after getting a girl pregnant, Puck had finally gotten his priorities straight and it was Sam who helped him land a job as a waiter in the Spotlight Diner.
"Our trouty boy is getting married."
Puck beamed and patted Sam on the shoulder. "That's great dude!" Puck said, congratulating him. "It's about time you and Mercedes got married. So where's my invitation?"
Feeling even more frustrated than before, Sam groaned. "It's not Mercedes. My parents set me up with someone else."
"Who?"
"His name is Blaine Anderson."
"I think I heard the name before." Santana said, leaning back in her chair. "Isn't he the son of that wealthy business man, Mr. Michael Anderson?"
Sam nodded. "Apparently, my parents and the Andersons are very close. They helped my family when we were going through a tough time when I was in high school. Something I didn't know until recently and I guess they're repaying them by letting me marry their son."
"Dude that's fucked up," Puck pointed out and Sam scoffed.
Yeah, like he didn't know that already.
"What are you going to do?" Santana asked.
Sam shrugged. He had a hard time falling asleep last night because that question kept replaying in his mind.
What was he going to do?
Sam didn't want to break up with Mercedes but he also didn't want to hurt his parents either. Even though, his parents had hurt him even more by making that kind of decision on his life without letting him know.
Sighing, Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I have no idea."
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