I don't own Glee and I don't know where I'm going with this.
Man in Motion
Growin' up - you don't see the writing on the wall.
Passin' by
Movin' straight ahead you knew it all.
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain
You'll find you're all alone
Everything has changed.
Sam felt like he was drowning. Mercedes was his lifeline, his whole world. After Valentine's Day it had seemed simple enough: she needed time, so he would give her time. In the meantime, he started making plans. Once he graduated, he'd get a job and go to community college and save up money so that he could move to wherever she ended up. They'd be apart for awhile, but it would be worth it. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, so he'd do anything for her. Follow her anywhere. All he had to do was be patient.
Then at graduation she'd shattered his world. She was going to UCLA. He was staying in Lima. There was no way they could make things work. She still loved him, but they were over. None of his arguments moved her.
"Sam, please…stop." Mercedes turned her head and blinked tears out of her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" Sam grabbed her hand, as he tried to hold back his own tears.
"I'm moving clear across the country, Sam. How is this going to work? We wouldn't be able to see each other. I'd rather end this now than have it slowly die." Her breath was still hitching and she refused to look back at him.
"Don't you love me Mercedes? We can make this work. I just need some time, then I'll be there with you," Sam grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently.
"Yes, I love you. You don't know how much." Mercedes finally looked him in the eyes. "Sam, how much time are we talking? A year? Two years? We couldn't even last a month when you moved four hours away. How will this be any different? I need this to end now while we can still have those happy memories and no hard feelings. I don't want to try to make it work. I want to stop it now."
"Don't you care that you're breaking my heart?" His voice broke and the tears that he had been holding back overflowed.
"I care Sam! I don't want to do this, but I think it's best. Better now than later. I…I have to go." Her body shook with sobs that she wasn't bothering to hold back anymore. She broke from his grasp and ran to her car. He stood and watched her drive away, realizing that it was really over this time.
His lifeline was cut and he felt adrift and lost. He had no idea what to do. His plans for the future were down the drain. So, now here he was, sitting in the Hudson-Hummel living room trying to keep his mind on the video game that he was playing and failing miserably. He'd just died for the tenth time, so he gave up and dropped out of the board.
His friends paused the game and looked over at him, but kept silent. He knew that they were worried about him, but he couldn't find the words to reassure them. Finally, Kurt cleared his throat and opened his mouth only to close it again. Sam knew it was a huge testament to their friendship that the boy was forgoing a girl's day and time with Blaine to hang around the house and play Halo with him, Finn and Mike. Sam appreciated the sentiment, but he felt like it was a wasted effort. He didn't want to hang out with his friends; he just wanted to be alone.
Whatever Kurt had started to say, he obviously changed his mind and decided to stick to trivialities. "Are you and Puck going to check out apartments today?"
Sam shrugged and mumbled, "That's the plan." The original plan had been to get a job, go to Lima Community College, and share an apartment with Puck. Then once he had his associates, he'd transfer to somewhere close to Mercedes. When Mercedes ended things, his parents had urged him to move back with them, but Puck negated that idea.
"Dude, just because you got your heart stomped on doesn't mean that you should go crawling off like you're some loser or something. Are you going to feel any better in Kentucky? Uh, no. So you're staying here, and moving in with me. Some Puckasaurus fun is exactly what the doctor ordered to get over Hot Mamma." Puck folded his arms over his chest and dared Sam to disagree.
"Well, that's…good." Kurt bit his lip and glared at Finn ad Mike, who just shrugged helplessly.
"Ummm…" He could see Kurt searching for another conversational gambit, but before the boy could come up with anything Sam's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw 'Home'.
"Sorry guys. It's my parents." Sam stood up started to walk towards the door. He was relieved to be rescued from the awkward conversation, but he figured that he was about to be trapped in another. His family had driven up from Kentucky to watch him get his diploma, so they knew exactly what had happened with Mercedes. They had been checking in regularly ever since. He sighed as his accepted the call.
"Hello."
"Sam?" A vaguely familiar voice questioned hesitantly.
"Yeah?" Sam brows knit together and he frowned. He knew he had heard the feminine voice before, but it wasn't his mom and it certainly wasn't Stacy.
"It's… it's Kim. Stacey and Stevie's babysitter?" The voice continued.
"Oh. Kim. Sure. What's up?" He'd met Kim a few times when he'd gone home for his monthly weekends.
"I'm so sorry to call like this," she stopped for a second and Sam heard her choke back what sounded like a sob.
His heart sped up. Was something wrong with one of the kids? "What's wrong?" He asked tensely.
"Your parents got me to stay with the kids so that they could go out tonight. There was an accident." The voice broke and she stopped again.
"Are the kids alright" Sam gripped the phone and waited for the answer
"Stacey and Stevie are fine. It's not them. It's your parents." Sam tried to speak, but his voice wouldn't seem to come out.
"Oh, God. Sam, I'm so sorry." Kim's voice broke again and she let out a sob.
"What….are they in the hospital?" Sam managed to choke out.
"No. They're gone."
