Author's Note: The formatting for this story did not work the way I had hoped it would. Oh well. Please read and review!
Written for the Quartie ficathon.
The Dreams
The dreams had been assailing him for nights, waking him at two, only to wake him again hours later, once he had finally fallen back to sleep. They weren't bad
but they did make things awkward.
As he sat in glee club next to Brittany, his girlfriend, eyes on the one who kept him up at night.
The intensity, the feeling, the depth…the realness of the dreams, flashing over him as he waited
hoped?
for their eyes to meet.
Sometimes she did glance his way, that smile that he swore was only for him, shining on her face. The girl he was dating seemed completely oblivious but he wondered how much longer he could pretend that the sentiment for her wasn't genuine.
He was curious as to whether or not she really saw him
yet somehow realized she was the only who did really see him. Understand him.
Love him?
Maybe one day.
The constant reminder to himself was that he already had someone
and so did she.
Sam.
He couldn't help but
know
that it was completely wrong to be with others, know they belonged together but
…they weren't.
Colliding physically made him stumble and bumble, the dreams resurfacing. He recalled her touch, one that he had never really felt, and longed to kiss her, reenacting that which was only fantasy.
Of course, they didn't kiss. Of course, he rolled away.
Watching him leave, she placed slim fingers to her lips, the dream from the previous night fresh in her mind.
The dreams
of him
had been assailing her for nights…