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Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee.
Sam felt a weight off of his shoulders as he drank his coffee in his limo. Chances are that the jock he had scared peed his pants and ran to tell the other jocks to back off and the story of the badass Secret Service Agent with dashing good looks and blond hair that looked natural.
He grinned and took another sip of the hot coffee, pressing the radio button and listening to the station. Some boring songs droned on and he tapped his foot to the beat. He was then reminded of glee and he smiled. Those kids seemed like a really close-knit family. When they were separated they were just cheerios, jocks, a goth, a boy stuck in a wheelchair or kids who would otherwise blend in with the walls. But together they could be anything they wanted to be. They could be the music artists they were inside underneath under all of their uniforms and labels.
Sam felt honored to be part of that.
He hummed absently to the tune on the radio as he waited for 2:50 to roll around. He wondered what they would do today in Glee. Kurt had told him that Mr. Schuester usually chose different ways to express themselves depending on what the club was feeling at that time. They had done duets, ballads, boys versus girls, almost anything under the sun. Sam was excited to see what his first Glee assignment would be.
"Hey, get down! Secret Service, put your hands where we can see them!"
Sam glanced over and grinned.
"Hey Karofsky."
A slightly large man walked over to the limo wearing a black suit as well. His short hair was gray and groomed, as well as the neatly trimmed circle beard under his nose and chin. He smiled at the boy, his brown eyes glistening. Sam put his coffee cup in the cup holder and got out of the limo to give the man a hug.
"I told you to call me Paul."
Sam smiled. "Right, how are you Paul?"
The man nodded, smiling back. "Very well thanks. What brings you out here, son?"
Sam glanced over to the coffee shop. "Well the Secret Service is in the police force family. Everyone knows we can't resist a good donut and coffee stop."
Paul chuckled, his hand ruffling Sam's hair affectionately. "Always the jokester." Sam chuckled. Paul had been his mentor when he first started in the Secret Service, as well as his first supervisor. The man had a reputation for being the kindest one in the force, the only human being without a mean bone in his body.
"What about you Paul?" Sam grinned. "Smell the donuts too?"
Paul chuckled softly. "Not at all. Heard about your reassignment and decided to pay you a little visit. Baby-sitting duty eh?"
"It's not as bad as they make it out to be." Sam said, watching the man nod. "It's a very respectable position Sam. You should be proud of it. You're still young and here you are protecting the president's kid." Sam smiled softly. "Thanks Mr. Ka-…Paul." Paul chuckled softly. "Let me buy you a coffee, sir. A magical reunion like this calls for caffeine."
Paul followed Sam inside, smiling. "Protecting the First Son and you're already taking me out for coffee? Must be paying you good money." Sam looked at the man seriously. "An obscene amount of money." "How obscene?" "NC-17 wouldn't cover it."
They both stared at each other with deadpanned faces before bursting with laughter.
Sam treated Paul to a coffee and they walked back out to the limo and caught up with each other. Sam learned that Paul was planning to retire soon. He had been with the Secret Service for thirty years and was looking forward to spending more time with his wife. They were both in their early fifties but being in the Secret Service had provided handsomely for them and they were no dummies. They saved up every penny for retirement and for their two sons. One was a year away from graduating from a prestigious university while their youngest was two years away from graduating high school. Their oldest had earned a full ride football scholarship and if their youngest earned the same then they would be able to live at ease.
Sam was happy to hear about the man's good fortune. He didn't know another soul who deserved it more. Paul worked hard for his family and it was paying off in a huge way. Not all people their age could even think of retiring in this kind of economy.
Finally Paul looked to the blond boy. "So what about you Sam. Doing okay?"
Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm great." He looked over and smiled. "Never better, sir." Paul raised an eyebrow.
"You ever get into any…you know, therapy?"
"I don't need therapy." Sam said softly, looking to the ground. "I'm fine." Paul didn't look convinced. "Son, there's no shame in therapy. You need to express yourself."
A small smile found its way onto Sam's lips as his green eyes looked back into Paul's brown. "I found a way. It's not exactly a shrink but it's as good as. Better maybe."
Paul smiled softly. "I'm glad, kid. You deserve to be happy."
Both stopped at a small beeping sound, and Sam looked at the clock in the car. "Speaking of happy, I'm back on duty." Paul hugged Sam again, this time catching the boy off guard but he hugged the man back.
"Take care, Paul." "You too Sam."
The two parted ways and Sam drove back to McKinley with a soft smile on his face. He hadn't realized how much he missed the man until he set eyes on his face again. That man had been like a father to him, especially after all that happened…
But that was for another time. Right now it was time for glee.
He parked and practically slithered on the floor to make sure and avoid Sue Sylvester today. When he reached the choir room he was happy to find that there were a couple other members there already. He sat away from the other teenagers who immediately looked over.
"That was an amazing audition Sam!" "Did you study singing before?" "Why are you wearing a suit?"
Sam smiled softly. "Thanks, no I haven't, and because I'm a part of the Secret Service."
The snappy Cheerio from yesterday raised an eyebrow. "What's so secret about the Secret Service if we know who you are?" Sam smiled at her. "Technically you don't know much more than my name and that I sing like a badass."
The mohawked boy who sat next to her glared at Sam. "Hey, I'm the only badass in this sissy glee club. You got me?" He growled and Sam couldn't help but smile a little. "Got it. Then what can I be?"
"You can be the hair-dying cockatoo in the back." "Gee, thanks."
Slowly the other kids filtered in and all gathered around Sam to ask him questions. The Cheerio named Brittany was bold enough to sit on his lap as he talked to them all, much to the other Cheerio Santana's chagrin.
"Hey, Sam?" "Yeah Brittany?" "Your name is Sam." "…yeah." "Do you like green eggs and ham?"
Sam chuckled. "You're probably like the fifth person to ask me that. As soon as I find some green eggs and ham I'll try it and let you know." Brittany stared at him. "I can make you some." "I don't doubt you, Brittany."
The group all looked over as Mr. Schuester clapped for their attention. "Alright guys time to buckle down and think of some numbers to run through for nationals. Remember that this is the big time, we need something that can wow the crowd."
"You mean more than regionals?"
Mr. Schue smiled softly. "Yes Mercedes, more than regionals."
Artie grinned proudly. "I don't know, we really knocked them dead with those numbers last time Mr. Schue." Brittany looked over at the boy. "Wait, does that mean the zombie apocalypse started?"
The entire club was silent as they looked to the blond girl in confusion before Mr. Schue spoke again.
"Yes, you guys were amazing at regionals but there's always room for improvement."
Santana raised her hand and spoke without waiting for Mr. Schue to call on her. "I suggest some songs from this decade." Rachel snapped her head over. "Classics are always a safe choice though. Their popularity has already been documented and since they've been out of the public eye for quite a while it'll be like new!"
Santana scowled at her. Finn looked at Mr. Schuester. "I think all we need are upbeat songs. You know like, songs that make people stand up and cheer." The teacher nodded. "I agree Finn, and we also need some dance moves that make people want to move with us. Mike, Mercedes, think you can help us out?"
Mike grinned over to Mercedes who high fived him. "You got it Mr. Schue."
The glee club started to come alive then, chatting animatedly. "We also need some costumes." Mr. Schue grinned and rubbed his hands together as he scanned over the kids.
Suddenly he realized something.
"Hey guys?"
The kids all turned to him, confused at the sudden worry in his voice.
"Where's Kurt?"
