A/N: Thank you to all the followers.

The title of the fic is inspired by the wonderful Alanis Morrisette.

Head Over Feet – Chapter 4 – by GleeRanger

Sam and I made plans on Monday to hang out on Friday night and go to a local club. He was sure he could find a man perfect for me. I let him know my hesitance again, but he wouldn't hear of it.

The rest of the work week was crazy busy for me, so I didn't get a chance to see Sam at all. Which was okay. I didn't want to see him every day because then I might let that feeling of wanting to be with him come back, which was a bit of torture for me, just like when I liked Kurt. No, Sam was just a friend, and it had to remain that way. He was seeing someone, and hopefully, soon I would too.

Then Friday came. I woke up, and it felt like I was swimming. I couldn't stand up without wanting to fall over. My throat felt like Satan himself was sticking a fire-lit poker down it. I called in sick, went back to bed, and passed out.

I woke to a banging on my door. I was ready to just lay in bed and let whoever the fuck it was go away. It wasn't like I had any friends around here, so it was probably just some door-to-door salesman. But they never went away, so I got up, steadied myself, and shuffled to the door.

"What the hell do you want?" I said, not looking at who was on the other side of the door as I opened it.

"Wow, that's nice," Sam scoffed.

"Oh geez, Sam," I said, gathering my senses. "What are you doing here?"

"It's Friday. We're supposed to go out, although it looks like you've already had a rough time of it."

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot. I woke up this morning sick as a dog. I am still woozy. Don't really think I should go out."

"Yeah, no doubt. Well get back in bed and I'll make you some soup."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to. It isn't like I have other plans. Cleared my whole night to hang out with you, so we'll just hang out here instead."

"I won't be much company."

"I know. Just go lay down. I'll be there in a few."

I gave up fighting and shuffled my way back to my bed, while Sam shut the door and went to work in my kitchen. Luckily, I loved chicken noodle soup, so I had a ton. Sam made fun of me for it from the kitchen, but I was too tired to care. Pretty soon he was bringing me a bowl, and some crackers.

"Here ya go. If I had known you were sick, I would've stopped off at the store to get ingredients for my mom's chicken soup, but this will have to do."

He got me situated with a tray, and then climbed onto the bed next to me, and grabbed the TV remote.

"Sam, you really don't have to stay."

"Hush. Now eat."

I complied with his orders, and had to admit the soup felt good going down. Hopefully it wouldn't come back up. Sam found Sleepless in Seattle on the TV.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah, I like the movie."

"Me too. One of my faves. I always wanted to find love like that."

"What? With a random stranger?"

Sam laughed. "No. Like… star crossed lovers kind of thing."

"You don't have that with…?"

"Tony? No. Well I mean I love him. I just expected something different from love."

"What do you mean?"

Sam went silent for a moment while Tom saw Meg for the first time at the airport. Sam shrugged. "I just expected more. That's all." He barely whispered. I stared at him, and finally he noticed that I wasn't eating. "Finish your soup."

I complied again. We finished the movie, and then he rifled through my DVD collection to find another.

"Seriously? Steel Magnolias?"

I blushed. "It's a good movie! You can't tell me you've never watched it."

"Yeah I've watched it. I just… don't own it. Man you really are gay."

We both laughed. He finally picked out X-Men and we sat back to watch it. I actually was feeling better, and we just made comfortable small talk during the movie.

The next thing I knew, the sun had risen, and I didn't feel like I was swimming anymore. I turned over in my bed, and saw Sam asleep on top of the covers. He looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake him, but he stirred and looked over at me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"Wow, sorry I dozed off."

"You did more than doze off."

"What?"

"It's 9 in the morning."

Sam looked around frantically. "You can't be serious."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh my God, Tony is going to kill me."

"Just tell him you dozed off. Nothing happened."

"Yeah I know that, but…" Sam jumped off the bed and headed towards the door. "Do you need anything before I leave?"

"No," I said quietly. "I'm feeling better."

"I'm glad." Sam smiled briefly. "Um… just… this has nothing to do with you okay? Don't take it personal."

I scrunched up my face. "I'm not…"

"Good. I'll… talk to you later."

And he was gone.