Sam's POV

Dalton pushed me into one of the overstuffed armchairs and then sat down on the coach. His face was set in a hard glare and I let my fingers fiddle with the locks on my guitar case before looking up at him.

"Sam, right," he asked as he leaned forward a little.

"Uh, yeah," I said, fingers still ghosting over the locks.

"I'm Dalton." He leaned forward a little more and brought his arm forward for me to shake his hand. I did so then let my hands rest back on the case. "You like my sister?" He was blunt and my head shot up and I just stared at him for a few minutes. "Yeah, I thought so."

"Huh? What?" He laughed and shook his head a little, black hair slightly falling into his face. He pushed it back and just smirked at me.

"You look at her like I look at Alissa. Even if you don't realize it, you do. It's that look that people can tell you'd do anything for her. The one that everyone is jealous of. Don't forget that, alright?" I just stared at him again before finally letting myself nod at him. "Alright, now, no hurting my baby sis. I'll hear about it right away and I'm not afraid to leave school to come kick your ass." He chuckled before clapping a hand over my shoulder and then leaving the room. I sat there for a few more minutes before finally letting myself go up to Emmy's room.

"What'd Dalton want," Emmy asked as soon as I walked into her room.

"Just wanted to officially introduce himself," I said letting myself think abut what Dalton had said. Thought about how he could see that I liked Emmy. Hell, he compared me to himself. That's not hard to live up to or anything… His relationship with Alissa was pretty legendary. They had been together since his senior year and her sophomore year. "Want to start?" She nodded and I sat down at her desk to try to find the chords for the song. It was pretty and would match her vocal range perfectly.

"You think you could sing the back up vocals for me?" She was sitting on the floor, lyrics to the song lay in front of her.

"Of course." She smiled and looked back at the lyrics, mouthing along to the words. I found the chords easily enough and practiced them silently for a moment before grabbing my guitar to try it out. I figured it would be simple enough to figure out with a couple more days of practice on my part. I sat down beside her and she pushed the pieced of paper towards me and I looked over the lyrics, noting where I needed to come in at. I started playing the introduction and soon she was singing and I just couldn't help but stare are her. I came in at the places she had highlighted for the back up vocals and she looked up at me as we both sang.

During the fourth time through the song, Dalton was standing in the doorway, bottles of water in his hand. "Really good, Lulu," he said while crouching down and handing us the bottles once we were done. She smiled at him, thanked him, and then he left the room.

"One more time," I asked her after taking a drink of water.

"Yeah," she said after setting her half empty bottle of water down. We ran through it again and when finished she smiled at me. "Thanks, Sam."

"No problem. I've got to go though, my dad's outside. Practice again Sunday evening?" My phone had gone off during the last run through of the chorus and I had just checked it. She nodded and after I put my guitar away, I hugged her, whispering a soft 'bye' in her ear.

Dalton slightly waved to me, a tight lipped smile on his lips. I waved back a little before leaving the house. I needed to remind myself to get his number before he left for Maine again. He could end up being helpful with everything.

"Hey, dad," I said as I got into the car after putting my guitar case in the trunk in front of Stevie's duffle bag full of his soccer things.

"Things go good," he asked as we pulled away from Emmy's house.

"Uh, yeah. Dad, just don't, please." He nodded and I sighed as I looked out the window, wishing I hadn't came home late a few weekends ago. If I had just came home on time, I wouldn't be put in this misery.

When we were back at our house, I skipped past my family, ignoring my mom telling me that dinner was read, and up to my room. I paced for a little while before I lifted weights to think things through.

If Dalton could see through me and notice my feelings for Emmy, then it was only a matter of time before she finally realized it herself. Right? I mean, if he could, then so could she? What was I going to do? I mean, what if she didn't like me? What if she, like, like Puck or hell, even Finn? What do they have that I don't? I mean, sure, Puck has that whole badass thing going for him. And Finn, what did he have? He had Rachel and that's nothing to really, truly be proud of.

My inner thoughts had taken me to a different universe so I never heard my bedroom door open. "Sammy," my little sister, Stacy, said as she climbed onto my lap.

"Yeah, Stace," I said as I sat the weights down so I could wrap my arms around her.

"Mommy said she wants you to eat something."

"I'll be down in a few, okay?" She nodded and left my lap after hugging me, her little arms sliding around my neck. She left the room and I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, reluctantly going downstairs.

Utensils and bowls were clattering from the dining room and the sounds of my nine year old siblings talking over themselves met my ears as I walked downstairs. I sat down at my chair once I was in the dining room and started eating the chicken and vegetables that were on my plate.

"What," I asked when I had finished eating a bite of food and noticing that both of my parents kept looking at each other and then back at me.

"We're thinking of giving you your car back," my dad finally said after my mom nodded at him. I looked up hopefully and just stared at him. "Your still grounded, we can't relying on Emmy to drive you, Stacy, and Stevie places. So football practice, Glee practice, and possibly hanging out with your friends if we know about it in advance. That means more than just a few minutes before hand."

"Yeah, sure, of course." He handed over my license and car keys and I smiled while pocketing both. "Um, is it cool if I go see Emmy on Sunday? We're suppose to work on her audition again."

"Yeah, that's fine," my mom said. I finished my dinner and asked to be excused before leaving the room to text Emmy.

Your free from taking me places. :] - Sam

No way? Since when? - Ems

Just now. Dad gave my keys back. - Sam

Awesome. Are you still grounded? - Ems

Yeah. Football, glee, and hanging out with friends if they know a couple of hours in advance. - Sam

But still, at least you can drive again. Ah, Dalton want's to talk to me. Later. - Ems

I didn't bother texting back, knowing she wouldn't even read it while Dalton wanted to talk to her. I sighed and flopped onto my bed, lying back and twirling my keys around my finger. I fell asleep like that, keys held tight in my hand, slightly afraid that they might disappear from me.

Hiya. So yeah, this is from Sam's POV. I'm usually not fond of changing the point of view mid story, but this seemed like the natural thing to do. I didn't even plan it, I was just writing and all of a sudden I realized I was writing as Sam. Probably not my greatest, but I like parts of it.

But anyways, that was Sam and Emmy practicing her audition. :]

khfan12: I'm glad you love it. This was obviously chapter 4 already. Haha.