Well, here's my first effort at a fanfic story. I've been reading so many great stories around here I thought I'd try my hand. I picked two lesser used characters, both on the show and around here. And the usual disclaimer applies. I don't own Mike, Sam or anyone else from Glee. Hope springs eternal, though.
Sam walked into the choir room after his last class of the day and swung between Tina and Brittany to take a chair in the back. He'd arrived later than he planned, glancing around to see if he was the last to show up. He realized immediately someone was missing. It took him a minute to figure out it was Mike.
He leaned up to Tina and asked, "Mike running late?"
"He's in the auditorium. He wanted to work though some choreography for us so Mr. Shuester excused him."
"Choreography?" Sam asked, "For nationals?"
"Yeah." Tina answered, "He's getting nervous about it and this is the best way for him to burn off that energy."
"I know how he feels." Sam said, "That's gonna be a big deal. I've never performed in front of that major an audience."
"We'll be great." Tina said, "New Directions are winners. Actually we've won everything since you got here. Maybe you're our good luck charm."
"Me or Zizes." Sam said, a big smile on his face, "We can pretend it's me, though. You gonna go meet Mike after rehersal?"
"Nah," she answered, "He gets really particular when he's working out a routine. He doesn't want anyone around. I'll see him when he's done."
"He doesn't even want you around?" Sam said, a little surprised.
"No one." Tina answered, shrugging, "I let him have that space. He danced alone for so long it's one of the things he still gets sensitive about."
"That makes sense." Sam said, leaning back, a thoughtful expression on his face.
This might be his chance, he thought. He'd been wanting to watch Mike dance. He wanted to see the other boy when he wasn't scaling things down for the glee club to perform. Ever since sectionals when Mike and Brittany danced together...Sam knew that Mike was one of the most talented guys he'd ever seen, and Sam wanted to see what he was really capable of.
Plus, there was more. In the last few weeks, his feelings had been changing. He and Mike had hung out a few times, and he began to see the young dancer in a different light. Sam wasn't sure what was going on, and he was starting to get a little scared and confused, but it also excited him. He had to figure out what was going on in his head and in his heart.
After rehersal was over, Sam grabbed his books and ran to the auditorium. He stopped at the entrance and put his ear to the door. Of course the door was too heavy to hear anything, but he figured what the hell.
He pulled the door open slightly and peeked in. No one was onstage, but Sam could see some of Mike's stuff so he figured Mike was still here. Maybe he was backstage somewhere. He pulled the door open completely, darted in, and jumped into a seat. He crouched way down so he couldn't be seen over the back of the seat in front of him, but he could still see the stage.
Mike walked out onto the stage a few minutes later, oblivious to his new audience. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a wifebeater. He walked over to the duffel bag he'd left onstage and pulled a towel out, wrapping it around his neck. He held both ends of the towel taut in his hands as he walked to the front of the stage, looking very deep in thought.
He threw the towel back onto the bag and moved to the center of the stage. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he jumped up and did a flawless pirouette. He landed flat on his feet, his legs bending slightly to absorb the shock of the landing. He made a run toward the left side of the stage, spinning just as he would have disappeared backstage and began a run to the other side of the stage. He jumped into the air and made a leap that caused Sam to suck in his breath. The leap was amazing. His upper body was straight as a board and his legs were spread, but each of them was a straight line all the way down to his pointed feet. He landed like a cat, continuing to run, and made another leap. The second was as graceful as the first. Then a third. That leap took him to the other end of the stage. He stopped for a minute then turned.
Sam couldn't control himself and just said, "Oh wow."
Mike turned toward the seats, peering out into the auditorium. "Is someone out there?"
Sam sighed, realizing his cover had been blown and silently cursed himself for opening his mouth. He stood up and stepped out into the aisle. He walked slowly down the aisle, meekly looking down at the ground.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" Mike asked, annoyance obvious in his voice. He strode to the middle of the stage and stepped to the edge. He crouched down, waiting for Sam
Sam kept walking til he reached the pit and looked up at Mike, embarrassed about having been caught. "I just wanted to see you dance. You're amazing man. I'm always impressed by what you do for us and what you teach us, but I just wanted to see what you're capable of when it's just you dancing for you." When he finished speaking, he looked down again.
Mike looked down at the blond boy and shook his head. "If it was anybody else I'd be pissed." He just laughed causing Sam to look back up at him.
"You're not mad?" Sam asked, hopeful.
Mike sat down at the edge of the stage, his legs dangling off, and looked down at the blond boy in front of him. "Nah, it's cool. Plus you said such great things, how could I be mad?"
Sam smiled up at him. "So, would it embarrass you if I stay and watch awhile longer? I don't want you to feel self conscious or not do your best because I was here."
"You wouldn't get bored? It's not gonna be like professional stuff. Mostly just me limbering up and stretching out. I take advantage of the stage when I can to really cut loose."
"Bored? No way man. You're amazing to watch. Even when you're just messing around you're an artist. Your body is incredible."
"You just know all the right things to say, don't you? Did you bring your guitar?"
"Yeah," Sam said, surpised by that question, "It's up there by the seat I was in."
"If I let you stay and watch, will you play and sing for me?"
Now this was definitely not what Sam was expecting to hear. It took him a moment to process what Mike had just said. At first he wasn't quite sure what to say, then he immediately said, "Yeah of course."
He turned and sprinted back up the aisle, grabbed his guitar, and sprinted back down, running up the front steps onto the stage. He moved to one of the chairs toward the back of the stage, sat down and started unpacking the guitar.
Mike watched him and suddenly all the things that had been rolling around in his head suddenly coalesced and hit him like a ton of bricks. All of the feelings he'd had since watching Sam's goofy performance of "Baby" came together. He wanted this boy more than he'd ever wanted anything else before. He wanted Sam body and soul. He didn't allow anyone to watch him dance for himself. He didn't even want Tina around. When he and Brittany choreographed the dance for sectionals, he had let her do most of the actual choreography and he just learned the dance. But now he wanted Sam here watching him more than anything else. He wanted Sam to tell him what he thought of the dancing and what he thought of Mike as a dancer. He wanted Sam's approval and wanted to make this boy smile.
Oh my God, Mike thought, I'm in love with Sam.
Sam looked up once he got everything unpacked, "So what do you want me to play?"
Mike came back to reality at the sound of his voice, "Umm...anything."
"Fast or slow?"
"Don't you write music?" Mike asked.
"Ummm...yeah...some." Sam suddenly turned beet red, "But nobody's ever really heard it before. I usually just mess around and write junk. I didn't really expect anyone to hear any of it. It's usually just for me."
Mike walked over to Sam and crouched down in front of him, bringing their faces level. "Turnabout's fair play. If you get to watch me dance my usually private dance for you then you have to play one of your usually private songs for me. Fair's fair."
Sam looked deep into Mike's eyes. Suddenly he saw something in those beautiful dark eyes. Was that what he thought it was.
As though sensing something, Mike stood up and moved quickly to the edge of the stage. "Play something slow."
Sam started strumming the guitar and a song Mike didn't recognize, but certainly appreciated, came from the instrument. A few seconds into the song, Sam started singing the lyrics.
Mike listened for a moment to the words Sam was singing. He closed his eyes and let the song wash over him. Slowly he started to move. He started creating movements to the music and lyrics Sam was giving him. A few minutes later, the song was done and so was Mike's dance. He had ended up in a prone position on the floor just as the song ended. He hadn't ever actually heard the song, but he knew almost instinctively when to end the dance.
After a few seconds, he moved into a sitting position and turned to look at Sam. Sam was just sitting, staring at him, openmouthed. Mike wasn't sure if this was a good or bad reaction. He waited a few minutes til he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Well," Mike said, "Was that okay?"
Sam couldn't speak for a minute, then he just said, "Okay? That was...it was...unbelievable."
Sam stood up, setting the guitar down and walked over to right in front of Mike. He crouched down to the same level as Mike and just looked at him for a minute. Mike started to get a little concerned. Then Sam gently put his hand under Mike's chin. He leaned in and kissed the young dancer who had so moved him a moment before.
Mike couldn't believe this was happening. He thought about pulling back, but then he gave himself and his mouth opened slightly. He reached a hand up and put it against the back of Sam's head. They stayed there for several seconds.
Then Sam pulled back, "Oh God, I'm sorry. I just...I couldn't help myself."
Mike sat there for a second, lost in the moment, and just smiled. He opened his mouth to say, "It's okay, I've been wanting that to happen for weeks," but he didn't say that. Then, the realization of what had just happened flashed across his mind. His face looked panic stricken, and he jumped up. He ran over and grabbed his duffel bag and sprinted out of the auditorium as fast as he could go.
Sam sat there in shock. Then when the whole situation really hit him, he softly said, "I'm sorry."
Hopefully you like it. This is a long story in my head, eventually involving Klaine, Brittana and some explicit Sam/Mike lovin'. If you're interested in reading more of it, review and let me know.