So I might have to admit to Sam being one of my favourite male characters. I quite enjoy writing about him because his character is so easy to write with, especially in romantic settings. The other characters are all awkward in romance stories but I think Sam is perfect for them. Also I had to pair him with Rory because they are both kind of sweet together. Be warned, Rory does a lot of staring and not understanding, much like he actually does in Glee.

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and this is purely fictional. The right for the characters remains with the creator and I in no way suggest any sort of ownership of them. Fiction is just for fun.

Blonde and Green

Rory watched Sam, every rehearsal, usually from a chair at the back of the room. He didn't know what it was about Sam that got him going crazy but ever since they had spent Christmas break together, Rory knew he was smitten with the blonde.

"Joining us for lunch?" Rory was snapped out of his daydream by Finn's question and previously unknown to Rory, most of the glee club was waiting on his answer. A few of them had sauntered off to do their own thing, The Troubletones all seemed to stick together and then Puck often disappeared, but the rest of them were waiting on his answer.

"Sorry?" Rory had spent too long in his imagination and had forgotten the question.

"He asked if you would be gracing the school cafeteria with your presence and accompanying us for lunch?" Kurt had flare which often threw Rory more off balance. He didn't dislike him, he just didn't understand him; although he sometimes felt like he didn't understand anyone here.

"Oh, yeah, I will." The group made their way to the cafeteria, it was always safer in groups, it was harder to slushy an entire glee club. Harder but not impossible.

Rory used to have a thing for Brittany but now felt that maybe she wouldn't be able to satisfy him the way that Sam might; although he was stupid for thinking so. Sam was a jock and could get any girl he wanted in the school - he'd dated Quinn and Santana - so what gave Rory a chance? Nothing, that's what. He couldn't help but constantly have the tune to "It's Not Easy Being Green" playing over in his head. It was the first song he remembered singing when he joined the school and it portrayed exactly how he felt; alone and outcast.

"You okay Rory?" Sam asked, putting his hand on the other boys shoulder. Rory tried to fake a smile and stammered out an incomprehensible confirmation but Sam didn't seem impressed by it.

"So is everyone excited for Nationals this year?" Rachel was of course peppy and upbeat, as she always was when the talk was on glee. "I think we definitely need a big Broadway number to really display my vocal range and then we're definitely going to win. The only reason we haven't won before is because the songs that Mr Schuester has chosen for us have limited my vocal range so the judges don't hear it all. I was thinking maybe No Good Deed from Wicked?" The entire conversation flew over Rory's head, much as it did whenever anyone was speaking, but Rachel spoke so quickly and so passionately about stuff that sometimes Rory just blocked her out.

"Why don't we let Rory show his range?" The mention of his name made him pay attention, especially when it came from the blonde boy with the perfect accent.

"I'm sorry?" Rachel had heard clearly what he said but was asking more out of shock and confirmation.

"I think Rory might be hiding an amazing vocal range and if we could let him show it then we might actually stand a chance of winning."

"I don't think that his voice," She turned to Rory and put a hand on his forearm. "No matter how good it is, would be able to win us Nationals. I think we should stick to the usual routine of letting myself and Finn take lead vocals with everyone else on backing vocals." The rest of the table had grown weary of Rachel's voice. The girl could sing but she could also talk an awful lot.

"Give him a chance." Sam suggested once more. Rory was sat between Rachel and Sam and felt like he was trapped between children arguing about who the parent loves more.

"He can have a chance. Tomorrow in glee club, he can show everyone what his amazing vocal range can do." Kurt, whilst having his own unique way of saying things, was enough to win Rachel over. She finally agreed to let Rory sing a solo in the hopes that he might get more of a chance for a solo at Nationals. "Oh but please, no Celtic music, you're not going to impress anybody with that." Once again, although he didn't phrase it properly, Kurt had a point.

The lunch bell rang and everyone headed to class, dropping their trays off as they left. Rory walked with Sam to their next class. He wasn't sure why but he felt safer walking with Sam, like even if someone did throw a slushy in his face then it wouldn't be so bad.

"I can't sing in front of the glee club tomorrow." Rory said with his intriguing Irish lilt.

"Why not? It's not like you get stage fright, I've heard you sing in front of us before. This time though you'll be showing us what an awesome range you've got." Sam seemed more confident that Rory was; which wasn't surprising considering it was his idea.

"But I don't know what song to sing. I've only done ballads." Sam thought for a moment and then, like a light-bulb had been turned on, he had an idea.

"Why don't you come over to my house tonight and I can help you find some songs. I know a lot of country music and I don't think anyone would expect you to do it. Meet me in the gym after school, I've got swimming practice but we'll do it after that."

The rest of the school day flew by but in Rory's mind the only thing he could focus on was that he was going to get to spend time with Sam after school.

When the time finally rolled around, Rory waited in the gym for Sam, although after ten minutes he didn't show. Rory felt like his heart had been ripped out, he'd put a lot of his imagination into wishing it would go perfectly and then Sam just didn't show. He went to look for him, assuming he might still be in the locker room. There was no one there which felt like another crack to Rory's heart.

"You're still here?" He'd been waiting nearly half an hour but Sam finally showed; dripping wet wearing a pair of tight red speedos. Rory's bag slipped off of his shoulder as he was too busy staring at Sam to even notice it happen. "I thought you'd have gone home by now." Rory had forgotten that Sam was half an hour late, or that he was even standing in the locker room; in Rory's mind it was just him and Sam and nothing else around. "Earth to Rory." Sam waved his hand in front of Rory's eyes which seemed to snap him out of his trance, slightly.

"Sorry? What did you say?" Sam laughed. His face always lit up when he laughed.

"I was going to say that I'm sorry I'm late. I was late to practice and had to do extra laps around the pool before I was allowed out. Let me just get dressed and then we can look at some songs." Rory turned around although immediately wished he didn't. Sam would've turned around to get to his locker and Rory could've stood and stared without drawing attention to himself, but now if he turned back around it would look like he was trying to stare. He could hear the noises Sam was making as he was getting dressed; he knew as soon as the locker opened that Sam would be getting undressed before getting dressed.

Rory felt a hand on his shoulder and almost jumped out of his skin but calmed down again when he realised it was only Sam. Sam's amusement at Rory's ability to be startled was written over his face.

"Do you wanna look at some songs now?" Rory nodded, he didn't think he was capable of actually saying words. Sam got his iPod out of his bag and started scrolling through some of the songs. "If you see something you know then just say stop."

There were a few minutes before Rory actually saw anything he knew and finally said "Stop." Sam's finger immediately stopped scrolling and he asked Rory to point out which one he knew. "Someday When I Stop Loving You by Carrie Underwood." Rory said as he read from the list.

"You know it?" Rory nodded again; every time Sam looked at him with those beautiful eyes he couldn't help but fall speechless. "How well do you know it?" This question was harder because it actually required Rory to speak.

"Uhm, okay I guess." The conviction wasn't in his voice and Sam could tell, although it was going to be hard for him to be certain whether he knew it until he practiced it.

"Do you want to practice is now? If you don't have it then I could lend you my iPod and you could learn it more at home if that's better." Rory was a bit dumbfounded. On one hand he wanted to sing in front of Sam just to tell him everything that was in the song, but on the other hand he wanted to take his iPod because there would be more of Sam inside the gadget. He hesitated for a moment and Sam sensed it. "Are you okay Rory?"

"Yeah. Fine." Rory's answers were short and sweet. Sam offered him the iPod and he took it, cramming it into his pocket and making his way out of the locker room. He only managed to get to the end of the row of lockers though before he heard Sam's voice again.

"Why didn't you look?" Sam asked. His tone wasn't accusatory; he actually seemed a bit hurt more than anything else.

"Sorry?"

"When I was getting dressed, why didn't you look? I thought you liked me."

"I do like you." Rory felt like he was the more dominant one all of a sudden, he had to reassure Sam of things. He'd never seen this side to the fair-haired boy before.

"No, I thought you liked me as more than just a friend." Rory felt his face burn with embarrassment. If Sam knew then who else knew? Had he really been that obvious about it? "But when I was getting dressed you didn't look, you turned away so you didn't have to look." Sam wasn't even looking at Rory when he said it, he felt too embarrassed to be saying it all.

"I was being polite." Rory replied. He took a seat next to Sam on the bench where they had been sitting moments ago. Neither of them looked at each other though; Sam was looking at the ground and Rory was looking at the lockers ahead of him. "Where I come from, if you like someone, you don't just stare at them, especially not when they're getting dressed." Rory's lilt was endearing and it made Sam smile even in the most difficult of moments.

"So you do like me?" Sam had regained his confidence because he'd reached the conclusion long before Rory had. Rory blushed and still didn't make eye contact although Sam's focus was now on Rory. Rory nodded; his usual response when Sam was watching him.

Sam gently took Rory's chin and turned him so the two of them were facing each other, their eyes meeting in a rare moment. Rory looked terrified, Sam just smiled.

Sam's lips were soft, softer than Rory's ever were - at least in Rory's opinion. He could still feel Sam smiling even as their lips were pressed together, he liked it when Sam smiled.

When the two boys separated they both looked happier than they ever had. Rory had an embarrassed smile plastered on his face and Sam was back to being the dominant one, he couldn't help but like seeing Rory like this. Sam had the teenage schoolgirl effect on Rory, with just one look he could make him go weak at the knees and smile completely at random. Sam liked making Rory smile.

"So…" Sam spoke, softly. They hadn't moved their heads too far away from each other. Sam could feel Rory's nervous breathing, regardless of how much he tried to calm him down.

"So…" Rory replied, not really sure where they went from here.

"Did you like it?" Rory nodded. He shouldn't have felt the way he did after Sam had just kissed him, but he still couldn't form words properly when Sam's gaze was on him. "Would you like to do it again?" Rory nodded with a slight smile now, his expressions always lit up whenever Sam was close by. "Can I call you my boyfriend?" Sam asked. Rory's expression changed to one of slight terror at the word boyfriend. Sam laughed quietly and placed another brief kiss on Rory's lips. "You can define our relationship." Rory thought for a moment and then lent in closely to Sam's ear.

"Boyfriend." He whispered before planting his own brief kiss on the blonde.