Chapter ten – Silly love songs

Noah Puckerman felt miserable. The day had finally come when all his harshness and dumping girls heartlessly was biting him in the ass. Now, he was the one with the broken heart and the screwed over emotions.

But now that he had finally seen Sam, his feelings were taking a turn. Anger. Pure, dark, vicious furiousness. Sam was an idiot for dumping him and Puck was done feeling bad for himself. It was because of this change of heart that Puck had decided to quit the Football team. He knew what he was one of the best players they had, but he couldn't be on the same team as Sam was anymore. He didn't want to act nice to him and he certainly didn't want to ran into him at the showers.

But even though Puck's plan was to try to avoid the blond boy as often as possible, he refused to also quit Glee Club. The New Directions were his family and he was with them way before Sam was, so he felt like he had the most right to stay. He just had to made Sam leave in some way.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine," Puck answered, rolling his eyes. He knew Quinn's kindness came from the right place, but he just didn't want her sympathy. He just wanted to get over his best friend.

It seemed like the blond girl could read his mind, because she quickly turned to Santana, quietly whispering. Puck tried to overhear what they were saying, so that he wouldn't focus on Sam walking into the choir room. He did gave him a quick gaze, though, and instantly read that boy looked kind of shocked. Luckily for him, Mr. Schuester interrupted his thinking.

"Guys," he began, "I wanted to introduce to you our newest member… Rory Flanagan."

He pointed the brown haired boy that walked into the room, nervously showing a quick wave.

"Can he sing?" Rachel immediately asked.

Mr. Schuester rolled his eyes.

"Of course he can, Rachel," he responded, "let them hear something, Rory, don't be shy."

Puck was taken off guard when the deep, Irish voice of the new guy filled the room. Chills ran up his spine and he smiled, forgetting about Sam for a moment. Music always had that kind of effect on him, it was like his mind eased and got distracted from all recent events.

When Rory finished his song, everybody started clapping and complementing him. The boy's cheeks colored a little and Puck noticed how cute he looked in that moment. He sat down in the free seat in front of Puck, as Mr. Schuester continued his lesson.

"Hey, you wanna go work on our assignment in the auditorium?" Quinn asked as they walked down the hallway. Puck thought for a while, but soon figured he hadn't anything else planned. It would be nice to sing a couple of hours.

"Yeah, sure," he answered smiling, turning into the right direction.

"Great! I'll meet you there in five, okay?" Quinn winked, walking into the girls' bathroom.

Puck stepped on the stage, gazing over the seats and taking in the whole ambiance. He always did the first seconds, so that his body would let go of all of his tensions. He inhaled deeply when he heard one of the doors opening and closing again.

"So, which song do you want to do?" he asked, assuming it was Quinn.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the voice apologized, "I didn't knew you guys were going to practice here."

Puck turned around as he noticed Sam's voice. He felt his heart drop and cursed himself silently for it.

"It's okay," he said softly.

Sam tried to walk out again, but couldn't open the door. That moment, the intercom in the auditorium made a cranking sound and the boys heard two voices giggling.

"We will let you out in an hour or so," a familiar voice explained.

"Yeah, in the meantime, just… Talk or something," Quinn added.

"See you soon!" Santana greeted them, turning off the microphone.

"Open the door, right now!" Sam shouted.

"Why are you so eager to leave, Sammy?" Puck asked scornfully, "getting uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, dude!" Sam uttered, spreading his arms while walking towards the stage, "just like you!"

"What are you talking about?" Puck sounded confused.

"About you quitting the Football team," Sam answered, "I mean, how could you drop us that easily, without announcing or explaining it yourself. You're our best player!"

"Just like you were my best friend," Sam felt like a knife went through his chest when he heard Puck say that, "but you could throw that away, so why can't I do the same with Football?"

"I-I… Uhm…" Sam stuttered.

"No, wait," Puck continued, "tell me something else, Sam. Tell me why you told me you had feelings for me three months ago. Tell me why it seemed like you were happy with being with me. And tell me how you could flush it down the toilet, that easily."

Puck had jumped off the stage while yelling at him, now, his face only was inches away from Sam's. Sam started biting his bottom lip nervously.

"Tell me, Sammy," Puck now whispered at him. He saw a couple of Sam's blond hair waving because of his breath that went through it.

"I just wanted to be loved by my family again," Sam answered after a while.

"Seriously? You're pulling that crappy reason again?" Puck fired back, "they don't love you, Sam!"

Now it was Sam's turn to get angry.

"And how would you know that?" he raged, "you don't know shit about the band I have with my family."

"That's true, I don't," Puck admitted, "but can you look me in the eye, right in this moment, and tell me that you feel loved by them?"

Sam shocked and gazed away, sucking in his bottom lip again.

"After I went to camp, they will," he softly said after a few moments of silence.

"Camp? What camp?" the Mohawked boy asked confused.

"The camp that will help me get over my mixed up feelings… About you," the blond explained.

Puck took a moment to take that new information in. Sam was going to one of those Christian summer schools that will 'help' you overcoming your sexual preferences? Has the kid gone insane or something?

"Whose idea is that?" he asked.

"My dad's," Puck could barely hear him.

"Of course it is," the hazel-eyed boy smiled, "you know what, I'm done."

Puck turned on his heels, needing some air, away from his ex. He put his hand in his pocket, trying to grab his cell phone to call Quinn to force her to open the damn door.

"Don't you understand?" he suddenly heard behind him.

Tears were running down Sam's eyes. He tried to keep himself from sobbing, so that he could speak clearly.

"Can you even begin to imagine how it feels? To be resented by the people who are supposed to love you the most?"

Puck shook his head slowly, too ashamed to look at the crying boy in front of him.

"I don't want that anymore," Sam continued, "and, let's be real for a moment here… What we had… Was nothing. We weren't in love, not even close. It was just some stupid…"

"What was it?" Puck asked, clenching his fists at Sam's words.

The blond shrugged and looked at the lights above the stage, which were changing colors every somewhat seconds.

"You know, for what's it worth," Puck said after a while, "I truly liked you."

A clicking-sound was heard from the doors and the boys figured their hour was up. The Mohawked boy started walking up the ramp, but turned around at the door.

"Have fun on your camp."

Sam wiped the tears off his face when Puck left. He let out a deep breath and tried to pull himself together. Which was difficult, because he know realized that he had truly hurt Puck. He was wrong, his best friend did had feelings for him after all. Now there really was no turning back. He had established his own fate when he had chosen to leave Puck and now he had to live up to it. Christmas break was next week and then he would go to camp, trying to redeem himself against his parents. From this moment on, Sam assembled, his goal was to do anything to make things go back like they were, before he had fallen for his best friend. He rubbed his shirt when he felt the occasional stabbing pain going through his rib cage.

This was it.