I do not own the characters of Glee. They rightfully belong to Ryan Murphy. I only own this idea.
"Alright Sam, do you have a song choice for today?", asked Mr. Shuester as he walked over and guided Sam to the front of the class. Sam nodded his head and shook blonde hair out of his eyes before saying, "I do, Mr. Shue. The song is Chemicals by Love and Death. Its fast, dark, has chilling tones to it.". Sam handed the music sheets to the band before turning and facing everybody in the room, trying to avoid any eye contact with the mowhawk headed teen who seemed to see through all of his lies. When the music started he relaxed his body and took slow breaths to keep himself calm and from showing too much emotion in his eyes.
The lies that you sell.
They offend me.
Your the killer.
And the kisser.
Try not to tell.
All of my secrets.
Stop the pressure.
Hear the whisper.
Watching myself fade away.
How long will I live so broken?
A fallen friend, no family.
How long will I keep failing?
Can you tell that I'm hurt?
Its critical.
All that I can smell is the burn.
Of chemicals.
And slowly lose to temptation.
Let me go.
Let me fight.
Chemicals in my mind.
Regret as I fall.
For that sweet burn.
Your the killer.
And the kisser.
Inject as I crawl.
To my master.
Stop the pressure.
Hear the whisper.
Watching myself fade away.
How long will I live so broken?
A fallen friend, no family.
How long will I keep failing?
Can you tell that I'm hurt?
Its critical.
All that I can smell is the burn.
Of chemicals.
And slowly lose to temptation.
Let me go.
Let me fight.
Chemicals in my mind.
The music faded down into the background and Sam took the risk of looking into the eyes of the other Gleeks. Finn looked confused, Rachel's mouth was part way open in a silent gasp, Santana and Quinn shared the same look of smirks, Brittany looked like she had no clue about the song he sang. Tina had tears in her eyes and Mike was holding her close to him, Mercedes and Kurt looked shocked by his song choice; when his eyes landed on Puck's the teen gave him a brief nod and held eye contact with him the longest even when Sam tried to look at the floor. The chair slid back as Mr. Shuester stood up and walked over to his student, his eyes full of concern. "Sam, if you ever need to talk to me, at any time. My office is always open.", whispered Mr. Shuester, trying to keep his student from closing in on himself.
Before Sam had the chance to say "I'm fine", the bell rang signaling the end of Glee for the day. Everybody filled out of the room except for Kurt, Mercedes, and Puck, they were all looking at a very confused blonde as of why they were still there. "I need to get to football practice or I'm going to be late, I really don't want to do 100 push ups for being late.", explained Sam as he bent down and picked up his bag. He started to head for the door to leave when Puck grabbed hold of his arm and hold him in place with a firm grip, his body started to shake as flashbacks started in his mind. "Sam, whats going on? You've changed and its not for the better. You can talk to me, man, you know I'm here for you. We're bro's.", said Puck as he tried to get the blonde to sit down in one of the empty chairs.
Sam looked at the three people surrounding him and saw the concern in their eyes, he trusted them all to no end but he didn't want to lose their trust by giving away all of his secrets. Come on. Just tell them. Your Dad raped you and kicked you out, now you're living in a subway tunnel and will be forced to work the streets. Turn tricks for a guy you barely know. "White boy number two, all we want is to help you with what is going on, you have to talk to us first.", said Mercedes as she took a seat beside Sam and placed her hand on his shoulder, drawing her hand back quickly when the boy hissed. "Samuel, please, just talk to us. We hate to see you this upset and hurt.", said Kurt as he sat down on the other side of him, with Puck kneeling in front of him to keep eye level. Sam bit his lip and covered his face with his hands, his bottom lip quivered as tears threatened to spill over.
Puck reached forward and gave his knee and gentle but comforting squeeze, telling him that he could talk when he was ready. A shallow and shaking breath was heard as Sam forced himself to regain control, knowing that it wouldn't last very long if he started to talk. "I. I got raped.", whispered Sam as his body started to shake again and his eyes fell to the floor. "Oh my god. Sam, why didn't you tell us sooner? Did you go to the Police or to the hospital?", asked Mercedes as she looked over at the vulnerable boy. "I couldn't tell anybody. I. I couldn't take the risk of everybody thinking differently of me, calling me dirty or a slut. Or start saying that I wanted it. I didn't go to the Police or to the hospital, I cant tear my family apart like that.", said Sam as he forced himself not to cry. "Jesus Christ, do you know who did it? Did you get a good look at their face?", asked Puck as he clenched his hands into fists and cracked each of his knuckles. "It. It was my Dad.", said Sam, and that's when the tears started to flow freely down his cheeks.
