A Sory Fanfic. I sadly do not own Glee or any of these characters.
A/N: I've basically moved everything that happened in the show a month earlier than it is supposed to, so Rory comes to the new directions the second week of school, and Sam comes for Sectionals in October.
Sam teaches Rory how to play "Gay Chicken"... Scandalous : ).
So heres what you missed on Glee: Sam and Rory are friends now. Rory may even think they're best friends. The glee club starts looking for Regionals performers, so theres gonna be a big competition. Sugar has an obvious crush on Rory, but Rory thinks shes really annoying. And that's what you missed on Glee!
S1, E2: Gay Chicken
Hurry Up! Lunch is almost over! :/
Rory smiled at the text from Sam as he walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. He wasn't feeling so good after taking a World History test he knew he bombed, but after getting such a loving text from his best friend he was finally able to smile.
It had been a month since Sam and Rory became friends. Since then, they'd grown incredibly close. They spent just about every waking moment together. Everyday Sam sat with Rory at lunch. In Glee club, Sam would save Rory a seat, right next to him. After school Sam would drop Rory off at the Pierce's house, or Rory would go to the gym with him, sometimes hang out at the Hudson-Hummel house. No matter what they did, they both grinned the entire time. They were the best of friends.
He walked faster through the hallway, anxious to meet up with Sam. Rory rounded the corner leading to the cafeteria, running right into a tall rigid body. The body shoved him back with an angry grunt. A crowd of students in red jerseys surrounded him.
"Well well well, if it isn't Scottish." One of the guys said. Rory knew him. He was Rick "The Stick", captain of the hockey team, and the biggest pain in Rory's ass. His friends stood behind him, snickering. Rory sighed.
"Actually, I'm Irish." he clarified. Rick pushed him hard against a locker, sending his bag to the middle of the hallway.. The bottom of Rory's shirt ripped as it caught on the locker door handle. He slid down to the floor in pain. His friends laughed, pointing at him on the ground. "As if I care, Faggot." Rick sneered. "Go back to Irishland." His friends laughed even harder. Rick walked away, his gang of jocks following him. Rory huffed. His messenger bag had landed in the middle of the hallway, the contents spilling out.
Why the jocks hated him, he had no idea. He also had no idea why they couldn't remember he was Irish and not Scottish. And Irishland? Seriously? Then, they called him a "faggot." Rory didn't have a problem with gay people, unlike the rest of the catholic church, but he didn't like being called n offending name. Although Rory never considered what dating a guy would be like. Probably because he never dated a girl. He picked up his notebooks and put them back in his bag.
He walked into the loud cafeteria, searching for Sam. There was probably only about twenty minutes before lunch ended, so he didn't bother to go through the crowded lunch line. He made his way to the back of the cafeteria where the glee club sat. Sam, Artie, and Blaine were laughing, finishing their lunch. Sam, eyed him suspiciously when he approached their table.
"Rory, what happened?" Sam asked as Rory took a seat next to him. Rory's clothes were covered in dust, and his hair was tousled. Rory remained silent as his three friends stared at him waiting.
"It was nothing guys, just...the hockey team." He said taking a sip of Sam's soda. Sam was getting angry.
"The hockey team? What'd they do?" He said in a calm reserved voice. Rory kept an indifferent look. Sam snatched his soda back, waiting for another answer.
Rory reached for the drink again. "C'mon, all they did was push me, thats it. Nothing serious."
"Yes it is serious," Blaine said shaking his head. "You're here on foreign exchange, and they're giving you a bad experience of America." Sam gave Rory back the soda, to which he smiled and drained the rest of the can.
"Maybe I should have a talk with those dumb jockstraps." He growled with an angry expression, standing up. Rory pulled him back down to the table. "Don't get yer panties in a bunch Sam, it's just a little bullying." Rory huffed. Blaine and Artie sat and watched them bicker back and forth.
"It's not just the bullying, they shouldn't be allowed to hurt people and get away with it." Sam fumed. Rory was starting to giggle. Before they started arguing again, Artie decided to change the subject. "So have you two chosen a song for Mr. Schue's competition yet?"
Mr. Schue had devised a new method to choose the soloists for Regionals. He matched up everyone in Glee Club to someone they had never sung a duet with before. Sam and Rory were paired up, Blaine and Artie were paired as well. The competition began next Friday a week from today, and they had no idea what they were gonna do. Rory had completely forgotten until Artie brought it up.
"Artie and I decided on doing The Backstreet Boys. We're definitely going to win this." He gave Artie a high five, both of them grinning smugly. "What about you guys, make a decision yet?"
Sam had calmed down, but he was still a little pissed at the hockey team, so Rory answered for them. "We haven't really thought of it before now. Ye wanna get together sometime and look at some music." Sam nodded with a sad look, his arms crossed against his chest. "Wanna start tonight?" Sam nodded again. Blaine and Artie laughed at Sam's disgruntled face.
Slowly, Sam began to return to normal. Rory watched his facial features morph from it's once angry state to cheerful again. He hadn't realized how long he was staring at Sam. As he tried to tune back into the conversation, he noticed Artie eyeing him a little.
"So Kurt wants me to go shopping with him tomorrow and I'm really not up to it." Blaine whined. Sam nodded.
"I thought you would enjoy shopping with him, you love buying clothes." Artie said. Rory had stopped paying attention again. His attention was drawn back to Sam. Sam was listening to Blaine's story, putting chips on his cheeseburger. Rory watched, almost unable to look away, as Sam brought the burger to his mouth, opening wide. He never noticed how large Sam's lips were. How large, full and rosy they were. And Sam's hair, a bright blonde but not too bright. Just the perfect shade. His hair contrasted perfectly with his eyes, green as grass. Rory never realized just how perfect Sam's features were.
"Rory...Rory?" Artie asked waving a hand in front if his face. "We kinda lost you there, what's up?
Rory's face turned a deep red. His lip started shaking, he'd been caught. "Uhh, Sam's... burger...?" He . "He puts chips on it. Thats kind of weird."
"Don't knock it till you try it man, here have a bite." Sam handed the burger Rory. Sam held the burger, urging Rory to take a bite. Rory didn't know what to do at first, but he knew this was his only cover for staring at Sam. He slowly took a bite, watching for a reaction from the others. " It's good, isn't it?" Sam asked.
Rory chewed the burger slowly, "Yeah, it's crunchy, I like it." Sam laughed in triumph, causing Rory to chuckle with his mouth full. Blaine and Artie laughed at Rory, who was splattering food across the table. In his head, Rory was breathed a big sigh of relief. He never noticed how captivating Sam was to look at. It was no wonder he was the topic of every teenage girls fantasies. But why was he invading Rory's head now all of a sudden. Sam was kind of like the elder brother Rory always wanted, or more like he didn't know he wanted until he met him and they became close friends. Rory even introduced Sam to his parents over the phone, they were as close as brothers even though they'd been friends for a short time. Now, Rory was drawn to Sam in a physical way.
*There's no way...I'm not attracted to...Sam?* Rory thought to himself, while the other teens chatted. *Well, he is gorgeous. No! Not gorgeous! What am I thinking, I don't have a crush on Sam. Besides, he is definitely straight, he dated that Quinn Fabray...Plus he's a guy, and I'm a guy, so I can only call him handsome...Well he sure is bloody handsome.* Rory shook his head, getting out of his thoughts.
"I almost forgot to ask you," Sam said to Rory, "What were you planning on doing tomorrow?"
"I don' know, I usually sleep in on Saturdays." Rory shrugged. "Why?"
"We're going to the mall. I'm going to pick you out some American clothes...anything but the color green, it's a little stereotypical." He laughed. Rory nodded. He did wear a lot of green clothing.
"Soun's great Sam." They boys chatted idly, until the bell rang, ending lunch. Sam chose to walk with Rory to his next class. "So, what did ye want to sing for the competition?"
"Hmm, how about some Frank Sinatra or Don Mclean, something fun." Sam asked. Rory thought a little,
"Oh! How about U2!" Rory exclaimed. Sam shook his head, acting disappointed. "So stereotypical Rors."
"Aw, shut up, they're really good. Ye'd like them. How bout we both choose songs, and then well roshambo for it. Deal?"
"Sure, Rors," Sam smiled. They reached Rory's English class. "I'll see you at glee club rehearsal." Rory waved goodbye as the blonde boy walked down the hall towards the gym. Rory watched as the tall teen disappeared into the crowd of students. He smiled, but he didn't know why he was smiling.
Sam walked down the crowded hallway, his backpack slung over one shoulder. A list of music running through his head.
*I wonder if Rory can sing Dean Martin,*He thought *Ooh or maybe Usher!*
~~~later~~~
Sam stared at his chest in the mirror. He pinched the skin of his abdomen, frowning in disappointment. He needed to kick up his workout, and get rid of all the flab.
"What are you doing?" Sam looked at the mirror, spotting Puck in the background.
"Oh, sup." Puck continued to eye him, questioningly. "I thought you got over your body issues man."
Sam sighed. "I swear, I wasn't doing anything." He lied. "Just, watching my figure a little, no real harm." Puck sighed.
"Oh God, you're going to make me do this." Puck said putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You're, uh ...Perfect just the way you are, man...no homo?" They both got really quiet. Then, Sam burst out into laughter.
"You did not just do that." He said sliding Puck's hand off his shoulder. Puck walked to the other side of the workout room to the elliptical machines.
"Just making sure you weren't going anorexic on me." Puck laughed, pushing the bars on the machine to make the legs move. Sam walked over to the weight bench grabbing a barbell.
"I just haven't had that much time to work out, thats all." Sam sai between reps.
"Well you've been spending so much time with Irish the last few weeks. i'm surprised you have time to sleep." Puck said. Sam ignored him and kept working out. He had been spending a lot of time with Rory though. Rory reminded him a lot of his little brother Stevie, and being around him made him feel like he still had a piece of his old life with him. Sam and Puck were silent for a while in their respective workouts.
"So, I've got a good one." Puck said, breaking the silence.
"Aw, c'mon dude, not another 'Would You Rather'."
"This ones good! Okay, would you rather date blonde twins who are horrible in bed, or a ginger who knows exactly what shes doing?" Sam just looked at him in disbelief. Puck grinned running his hand over his mohawk. "You know you wanna answer."
"Fine," Sam sighed. "I guess the ginger."
"Saw that one coming, not everyone knows the power of a paper bag over the head." Sam shook his head. "Thats mean dude. It's my turn now." Puck nodded, waiting for Sam's hypothetical. "Okay, would you rather...die to save your parent's lives or kill an endangered animal to save your own life?" Puck sighed.
"Sam, how many times have I told you to knock it off with all the deep and philosophical questions, they make my head hurt." Puck stopped running and rested his head on the machine. Sam chuckled at him. "Pass." Sam shook his head. Puck started running again.
"Would you rather...get shot in the leg with a shotgun or make out with a guy, open mouth?" Sam put the barbell down to think.
"Am I in love with said guy?"
"I can't believe you're thinking about it." Puck said staring at Sam. "Well, if i'm in love then why can't I make out with a guy instead of becoming handicapped?" Puck stared at him in silence.
"Because it's gay. Duh. Don't get me wrong, I'm cool with Kurt and Blaine, but my best friend kissing another dude is one of those red flag things. "
"Well, heres a heads up, if you fell in love with a guy and started dating him, I wouldn't bat an eye. You'd still be my bud." Sam said picking up a heavier barbell. Puck started pushing the bars of the elliptical again, turning his head away from Sam. "God forbid that ever happens." he mumbled.
~~~later~~~
Rory sat on the lab stool at his work table mixing two solutions. Sugar sat next to him with their chemistry chart and a pencil ready to write down the reaction. She stared at the adorable brunette concentrating. Sugar was so madly in love with Rory. She'd been secretly fawning over the Irish boy for weeks now, but it seemed like Rory never looked twice at her. Sugar stared at his smooth electric blue eyes as they darted across the lab table looking for material. Rory was just so perfect, from his perfect untidy yet tidy hair, right down to his cute little nose...
"Did ye get that, Sugar?" Sugar broke out of her daze . Rory was staring at her, holding a slip of litmus paper with a red end. "The third solution is acidic."
"Your accent is so cute, say acidic again." Sugar cooed.
"Acidic...?" Sugar twisted her hair, absentmindedly writing the results down on the chart. Rory awkwardly returned to his work. "So, Rory...I was wondering if you had any plans after glee club rehearsal? I was thinking we could go catch a movie or...something?"
"Sorry, can't." He said, putting a pair of safety goggles on. "Sam and I are going to be at the Hudson-Hummel home choosing a duet for the competition. May take all night."
"Oh,...well how about tomorrow?"
"Still busy. Sam and I are going shopping at the mall. Gonna be busy all day." He mixed the acidic solution with another flask filled with blue liquid.
"Dang, if your gonna spend every waking minute with Sam, why don't you just marry him?" Rory jolted out of his concentration spilling the blue liquid over his hand and across the table. His face turned a deep red. "Oh my god Rory, your hand!"
Rory grabbed some paper towels from a nearby sink, wiping the liquid of his hand and the table. "I'm fine...it's a base, I'll be fine." He breathed deep breathes, in and out, hoping Sugar wouldn't notice the blood rushing to his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry, Rory, I didn't mean to break your concentration." She said grabbing more towels, and wiping his hand. "it's just...I...I really like you, and I wanted to maybe go out with you sometime."
Rory's forehead started sweating. He could see the desperation in Sugar's eyes. She really wanted a date with him. Why, he had no idea at all. despite his accent, he thought there wasn't anything appealing about him. "Um, sure, uh maybe we can catch a movie on, uh, sunday." Sugar's face lit up with excitement. She had a date with Rory!
*Oh bollocks, what the devil have I gotten myself into? I've got a date with Sugar. Sugar Motta. God help me.* He thought returning to the experiment. He tried to play it cool, and act like he wasn't in complete depression. Sugar spun and twisted in her chair like a child on Christmas morning. She'd written in her diary about wanting this very moment every night for the last week.
Thankfully, the last bell rang a few minutes later. Sugar sprung out of her seat towards her friends, almost squealing. Rory sighed. He gathered the lab material, very slowly, just to make sure Sugar would be out of the classroom and halfway to glee before he left. He grabbed his messenger bag and speed walked out the room, desperately trying to escape the emotions he felt in the lab area.
"There you are," Sugar said when he walked out the classroom. "We usually walk to rehearsals together." And just like that, Rory's depression returned. "So, what movie did you want to see Sunday?"
Rory sighed. "I don' know, how 'bout you choose."
"That is so sweet, letting me choose the movie. You are such a nice person, Rory." they walked down the hallway towards the choir room. Rory wanted so badly to escape. It's not that he hated Sugar, she was a great girl, one of the prettiest he'd ever seen. But she had one of the worst personalities he'd ever seen too. As they walked, Rory remained silent. Sugar,however, went on and on about the different movies playing at one of the nearby theaters.
"And maybe my dad can rent out the theater, so we don't have to watch with anyone else." Sugar was going to finish talking about their date, but she noticed Rory being swiftly pulled away from her side.
"Hey Sugar," Sam said, his arm around Rory. "Me and Rory gotta go, see you later." Sugar stood in a stunned daze. Sam turned Rory and began walking swiftly in the opposite direction.
"Wait, I didn't get your number!" Sugar called after them.
"Get it from Kurt, don't worry I'll make sure he calls you!" Sam said holding back a giggle. Sam lead Rory to the parking lot in front of the school. "Aren't you glad I got you out of that one?" he whispered in his ear. His breath on the side of Rory's face sent the blood rushing to his face.
"Where are we going, we have rehearsal." Rory protested. Sam just kept walking in the direction of his truck in the back of the parking lot.
"We're not going to today, I cleared it with Mr. Schue. We needed to choose a song so we're gonna 'scour' the internet all afternoon." He put air quotations up when he said "Scour." Rory just went with it. He knew by now not to argue with Sam, he'd find a way to turn the fight around into making you think it was your idea. Although, Rory couldn't help but notice Sam's arm was still around his shoulders. His warm arm, bringing him in closer to the blonde teen. He could smell his cologne with every inhale, strong almost intoxicating. He smiled to himself.
*No, stop! Stop thinking about Sam like that, hes your best friend.* He fought with himself. Sam unlocked the truck with his car keys and Rory climbed into the passenger seat.
They drove listening to the radio. Rory had grown a liking to country music over the past few weeks. His favorite by far was "Red Solo Cup"; the first song Rory ever saw Sam sing. Sam beat on the dashboard singing the verses, while Rory sang back up. Sam laughed in the middle of one of the lines, uncontrollably. Rory looked at him in confusion.
"Your accent." He breathed. "I have no idea what you just said. I know what you meant to say, but it sounded like you were gargling mouthwash." He laughed. Rory blushed.
"Shut it, you" He punched him in the shoulder, playfully. Sam laughed.
"It's cute though, you sound like a kid who hasn't learned the words yet." They kept singing, Rory being sure to articulate every word while he sang, making Sam laugh harder at how robotic he sounded. they finally got to the Hudson-Hummel home after restarting the song twice, so Rory could try speaking the words again.
"I'm telling you, my accent is not that strong." Rory said getting out of Sam's truck. Sam insisted his accent sounded weird when he sang. Sam unlocked the front door of the house.
Rory walked in and plopped down on the long couch like he usually did when he went home with Sam. The blonde teen collapsed on the loveseat, grabbing the remote.
"So, what did ye wanna watch?"
"I don't know, wanna watch Avatar again?" Rory rolled his eyes. Avatar was without a doubt Sam's favorite movie of all time. He'd already made Rory watch it six times. Although, Rory never complained. He loved hanging out with Sam, and he loved watching Avatar...just not everyday.
"On secon' thought, maybe we should get to choosing a song first."
"Nope too late," Sam smiled, throwing a pillow at the brunette. " pressed the play button on the DVD player; the Avatar DVD never left the player. "Don't act like you don't love it!"
Sam walked off to the kitchen after making sure the movie had started. Rory kicked his shoes off and sprawled out on the couch.
"So what did Sugar want from you earlier?" Sam asked from the kitchen, pouring them some tea.
"Ugh," Rory grunted, being reminded of his Sunday movie with Sugar. "I've got a date." Sam stopped pouring. He didn't understand why, but he felt hurt. "She really likes me, and I couldn't bring myself to turn her down. She is really nice...at times...to the right people."
"Oh, thats...nice." Sam faked a smile. He would never tell Rory, but he didn't like him going on a date with Sugar. He felt like Rory was his, not in a romantic way, but more like Rory was his best friend. The best thing that had happened since he moved back and now something was trying to step in on their perfect friendship. Sam thought about how this would probably end up just like Finn and Rachel. Once they started dating his sophomore year, Finn never had time to hang. He didn't want that to happen with Rory too. Rory was his.
He brought Rory his drink. The brunette boy thanked him, noticing the sad look on his face. "I don' think I like her as much as she likes me." He added. Sam nodded sympathetically. Rory desperately wanted to believe that Sam was saddened by his date with Sugar. Somewhere deep inside him, he knew he had feelings for Sam. There was no fighting it, but he didn't want to believe it. These feelings would never be reciprocated and Rory would just have to get over it. He just wanted Sam to tell him not to go.
"I'm proud of you. Scoring dates with American girls, my man Rory!" He lied. That moment hurt them both.
Sam and Rory watched the movie in an awkward silence. Neither laughing at any of the jokes or pointing out the actors who shouldn't have been chosen, like they usually did. It wasn't until the doorbell rang that they finally stirred from their positions. Sam got up and walked to the front door, taking his wallet out his back pocket. Rory watched Sam open the door, unable to see the person on the other side. The blonde returned with a large square box, which the Irish boy was very familiar with.
"Luciano's!" Rory shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "My favorite!" Rory jumped from his seat, snatching the box from the blonde's hands. Sam laughed as the boy threw the top of the box, revealing their large pepperoni pizza. Rory grabbed the largest slice, scarfing it down. Luciano's was the best pizza shop in Lima. Sam took Rory there one day after school when Rory was feeling homesick, and he fell in love with their pizza. Sam reached into the box, grabbing a slice of pizza as well.
Ten minutes later, they were both full, staring at the last slice in the box with both want and determination.
"I want it." Sam croaked, straining his arm out to reach it from his armchair. "I want it more," Rory said doing the same.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors for it?" Rory shook his head.
"Too easy, how 'bout something that requires skill." Sam thought a while.
"Gay Chicken for it?" Rory sat up in his seat. "The devil is that?" He asked with a confused look on his face. Sam huffed.
"It's when two people move in for a kiss. The first person to get scared and back away is the loser. " Rory blushed. He turned his head away so Sam couldn't see. "If they actually kiss, it's the first person to break the kiss who loses. So, how badly do you want that last slice of delicious pizza."
Sam crawled out of the armchair moving closer to the Irish boy. Rory's heart started beating fast. He watched Sam slowly approach him with a soft look in his eyes. If he didn't know better, he'd think Sam actually...wanted to kiss him. Without thinking, he moved in closer to Sam, letting his hidden emotions surface. He couldn't fight it anymore; no more reasoning with himself. It wasn't just admiration.
Sam cocked his head, slowly closing his eyes. Rory lifted off the couch to get closer. He could feel Sam's breath on his lips, slowly getting closer to his. Thank god Sam was closing his eyes; He would've seen the lust all over Rory's face. Sam placed his hand on Rory's knee, shocking him out of his daze.
"Oh God!" He blurted out, his face turning red. Sam rolled on the floor laughing.
"The pizza is MINE!" He screamed victoriously.
*Oh god," Rory thought. *oh god, oh god, I almost kissed Sam. I wanted to kiss Sam. Oh God. What the hell was I thinking! How could I just let my guard down like that. Why does it have to be him, my only friend.*
"Hey man," Sam said noticing the brunettes confused look. "We can split the last slice. It was your first time playing. But next time, the loser gets nothing. " He said with a smile. He ripped the pizza in half, giving the bigger half to Rory. He smiled back stuffing the pizza in his mouth.
They watched the movie, back to their usual selves. Sam kept cursing the name of Colonel Quaritch, sending Rory into a fit of giggles. The Irish teen had laid out across the couch, rubbing his stomach absent-mindedly as he watched the screen with a blank stare. Sam couldn't help but watch his blue eyes dart across the screen at the various parts of the movie; his deep beautiful blue eyes.
Rory still couldn't shake the image of Sam almost kissing him out of his head. He desperately wanted it to happen again, just so he could feel Sam's lips touch his. Eventually Kurt and Finn came walking through the front door.
"I'm just saying it's a good idea to mix things up a bit. You and Rachel singing at Regionals is to be expected by the Warblers." Kurt protested, coming in and plopping on the couch next to Rory. He waved to the two boys and crossed his arms, fixing his eyes back on Finn.
"We've done great with us singing our duets so far, why fix something thats not broken?" Finn argued. Kurt gave him a death glare, one of those 'this conversation is over for me' kind of looks. "Okay, fine," He said to avoid an unwinnable fight with Kurt. Finn walked down the back hallway to his room..
"Avatar, again Sam?" Kurt asked, massaging his temples. Sam laughed. Kurt hated this movie. "You're gonna make him think all Americans watch loud, cliché action films with ripped off plots. Don't worry Rory, I'll make sure you watch some good American movies, ooh, like Waiting for forever, you have to see that one." Rory nodded. Sam made a choking sound with his hands around his neck. "Oh shut up. So have you guys even rehearsed a song yet?"
Rory and Sam exchanged looks of worry. "Maybe." Rory mumbled. Kurt gave them both menacing looks. "Okay Sam, he's not gonna stop glaring until we start rehearsing, let's go to your room." Kurt smiled, smugly. They both stood up and made their way to Sam's room at the far end of the hallway.
When they got to the guest room, which was now occupied by the blonde teenager, Sam jumped on his bed, sprawling out across the large red comforter upon it. Rory jumped on top of him, giggling. They wrestled for a while, each trying to gain dominance of the fight, until Sam pinned him down by his wrists. He stared into Rory's deep blue eyes. He had stared into them millions of times before, but now, so close, they were so much more beautiful. Rory began to blush and Sam realized how long he had him pinned to the bed. He rolled off the bed, and walked to his closet; his eyes wide in shock.
Rory grabbed Sam's laptop from his nightstand, trying not to acknowledge the awkward moment that just happened. He turned on the laptop, and stared at Sam as he wiped his hand through his hair, back facing him.
"So,umm, how bout we do a Celtic Thunder song for our duet?" He asked as Sam came back out of the closet with his guitar. He sat at the end of the bed, far from Rory, with the guitar in his arms.
"What the heck is Celtic Thunder?" Rory stared in disbelief. "What?" Sam asked with a puzzled expression.
"Ye've never heard of them? I've never told ye about them?!" Rory's fingers flew across the keyboard. He swung the laptop around letting Sam see the webpage for the Irish band. "They're this big band from Ireland! I love them, their concerts are amazing. They're all over my iPod!" Sam looked through the web page, scrolling over the members of the band.
"When I was twelve I auditioned to join them."
"Really? What happened?" Sam continued scrolling through the page, making it to the videos.
"They chose this McGinty lad over me." Rory said, disappointed. Sam clicked the play button on a video.
"Damian McGinty?" Sam asked. The music played on his laptop. "This is him singing 'Like A Bird Without Wings'" Rory listened to the music with a frown on his face. "He's pretty good, but you're better." Sam added. A smile grew on the Irish boys face.
"Thanks, Sam. Maybe, one day I can audition again. I've always wanted to join them. I'd do anything to go on tour with them."
"You really like them don't you?" He asked, pausing the video.
"They're my Idols. But, seeing as my father never wanted me to be a singer, I could never audition again. Guess it'll always just be a pipe dream." He shrugged.
Sam started searching a site on his laptop. He pulled up the guitar chords to the song that was just playing on the Celtic Thunder page. "Well, start singing."
"What?"
"You heard me man," He said with a grin, " We need to find some options for our duet. I can play the chords as you go. If you love them so much, you should know all the lyrics. Start singing. " He ordered him.
"Just sing? No," Rory said, his face going red. "Why not, you've done it before."Sam argued.
"That was mindless fun, now you're going to be...judging me." Rory said hiding his face with his hands. Sam smiled as he watched Rory's ears turn scarlet.
*He's really adorable. And he blushes a lot too. Almost like a child.* Sam thought to himself. 'Fine, what do you want me to sing?" He asked. Rory thought about it for a moment. The blonde boy waited, mindlessly strumming the strings of his guitar. He hit a few particular notes that brought a smile to his face. Rory stroked his chin in thought. Sam kept strumming his guitar, humming along with the melody.
"I know you love me,
I know you care"
"Really Sam?" Rory protested. Sam giggled. The brunette shook his head in defiance.
"Just shout whenever,
and I'll be there"
"I'm serious Sam, don't do this to me."
"You are my love,
you are my heart
and we will never
ever ever be apart"
"Samuel Evans. I will kill you and I swear it'll look like a bloo'y accident." Sam sprawled across the bed, clutching his guitar to his chest. "Fine, fine, I sang for you though, now it's your turn." The Irish boy whined. "And I get to choose your song too." He whined scrolled through the songs on the Celtic Thunder webpage. Rory waited in silent anxiety.
"Okay, we can make a duet out of this song easy." He showed Rory the web page. Rory lips stretched into a broad smile. He sang that song for his Celtic Thunder Audition; I Want To Know What Love Is. "Wait," Sam said, standing up and moving to the side of the bed next to Rory. "We should record this so we can listen to it later." Sam adjusted the webcam, hitting the record button. He grabbed his guitar and sat putting in arm around Rory.
"Hey, I'm Sam and this is my best friend Rory Flanagan, and this is...take one of our duet."
"Take one? Aw, you're gonna make me do more?" Rory hid his face with his hands. He slid to the other side of the bed, avoiding the webcam.
"C'mon" Sam whined, pulling Rory back in view of the camera. "Fine, how about, take one of Rory's second Celtic Thunder audition?" Rory sprang back up. Sam laughed, returning his gaze to the laptop. "Good, Rory will be singing 'I Want To Know What Love Is' and i'll be backing him up with some guitar. Ready Rors?" The brunette boy stared awkwardly into the camera. "What's wrong?" He whispered to him.
"I can't do it with all of them looking at me." He whispered back. "Rory, it's just a webcam vid, no one's ever going to see it." Sam argued, "It's just me and you, here, I'll lead you in." Rory rocked nervously.
Sam began strumming the chords to the song. Rory watched his fingers dance across the slick wood of his guitar. Sam began singing and Rory's eyes were immediately drawn to his face where his entire expression had changed. Rory thought this must be what hes like when he is seriously singing.
He stared at the blonde's lips as he sang the chorus of the song. his soft voice singing a melody that cast a dreamy gaze upon the boy. Sam noticed him watching him in the laptop camera. He turned his head to the irish boy who was still staring at him blissfully. A broad smile stretched across his face as he kept singing. He elbowed Rory, signaling him to come into the song. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth, waiting for sound to come out.
~~~later~~~
"How was that?" He asked Sam nervously, wringing his hands. Sam was still staring at him, almost shocked, but composed enough not to frighten Rory even more than he already was. Rory waited for a response.
"That...That was beautiful, perfect. What was that, you've never sang like that before." Sam pushed Rory playfully. The brunette boy was able to smile again. "and your falsetto man, that could even put Kurt to shame.
"Well, it's all thanks to ye."
"Rory, we have to get you heard, if you auditioned for Celtic Thunder you'd make it, without a doubt." Rory blushed. "We should send this in to someone."
"What!" Sam was shocked. "No way, you said only we would see it."
"No one has to see it, but we have to make a demo, it'd kill." Rory was still sad that Sam wanted to send the video in. "Aww, c'mon man." He said play tackling Rory on the bed.
Rory fought back trying to pin down the blonde boy, but Sam was using all his strength to keep him down. Rory slid under one of his sides and broke the hold, flipping Sam and pinning him down. He struggled trying to pin down Sam's wrists, finally able to keep them from moving. Rory smiled smugly at the restrained Sam, who held a soft gaze on the Irish boy. His expression changed and his heart beating faster, as he leaned in closer to Sam.
Sam smiled, "Okay, you wi-" He was cut off by lips being pressed hard against his. Sam's eyes went wide; Rory was kissing him. Rory pulled back with a frantic look on his face, his lip quivering. Sam placed a finger on his lip, unsure if the situation was actually happening.
"Oh my god, Sam, I'm so sor-" Rory wanted to apologize, but his statement was stopped by Sam responding with a kiss of his own. "Sam!" He said shocked.
Sam forcibly pushed his lips against Rory's, getting out of the hold Rory had on him. he pushed Rory further back, gaining dominance over their earlier fight and over the kiss.
*oh god, i'm kissing Sam.* Rory thought excitedly, *Im kissing Sam! Sam is kissing me!
Sam pressed his tongue against Rory's lips. Rory was going to oblige Sam, but was startled by a knock on the bedroom door. Sam sprung back to the headboard of the bed in seconds, leaving Rory at the foot of the bed.
Finn stuck his head inside the room. '"Sorry to interrupt your practice, just wanted to know if Rory was staying for dinner tonight." He looked at Rory who was shaking uncontrollably. "Is he alright?" he asked.
"I have to go," Rory muttered, "I have to go now, now, now, now." He said clutching his chest.
"Wait, Rory, I can take you home." Sam said. They needed to talk about what happened. Rory just shook his head.
"I can take him," Finn said. "I needed to go to the store to get dessert and Brittany's is on the way." Rory nodded in Finn's direction and sped out the room. "Are you sure he's alright?" Sam slid down on his bed, smashing a pillow in his face. He screamed letting out all his frustration silently.
Sam couldn't stop replaying the kiss in his head. It. Was. Amazing. The spark in the kiss could start a forest fire. He touched his lips again, still able to feel the tingling sensation. Maybe he did like Rory, he didn't care. The heart wants what the heart wants and all that.
*Why was Rory so scared?* He thought to himself. *He kissed me first. He wanted it too. My eyes hurt now. i'm so tired, but i can't sleep. what if he comes back.* He sat in his room all night, staring at the ceiling. Kurt and Finn tried to get him to come down for dinner, but he refused to answer them. He was so afraid that he'd lost his best friend in less than ten minutes. What would he do without Rory.
~~~later~~~
He laid motionless in his bed. It was about two in the morning. He'd tried sleeping, but all he did was toss and turn in his sheets. He saw a bright blue light out of the corner of his eye. His phone had vibrated, and he hadn't even noticed. It was a text from "best friend Rory". His heart started pounding, giving him a headache. He wiped his eyes and opened the text.
Sam, I think it's best if we just forget about what happened. Sam's chest started hurting, like it was caving in. So Rory couldn't sleep either. The kiss had affected both of them. As much as it hurt Sam, he knew that forgetting it for the time being would be the only way to mend their friendship.
Okay, so are we still on for the mall tomorrow?He sent back remembering their plans. He received a reply seconds later.
Of course, why wouldn't we be :D Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Just like that, they were back to normal. But Sam knew eventually they would need to talk about that kiss; about their feelings.