The Super Bowl episode completely pissed me off and that's definitely going to reflect in this chapter.
You'll know what I'm talking about. When I get in a bad mood my writing starts to show it. Usually I kill characters and stuff. Needless to say I didn't actually take that route with this story. It's 2:15 here so this may not even make any actual sense. I'll read over it later and fix errors and stuff. =P
Also, can I just say that I officially hate Finn now? Such a hypocrite. If any of you guys like him-I'm sorry for bashing.
"So, do I need to drop you off at your house?" Sam glanced up from his lunch tray and groaned. He hadn't exactly explained to his girlfriend that he was living with Rachel Berry. He was pretty positive that even though Quinn wasn't the same head bitch he had heard about that she would still be pretty pissed. He shook his head before paying rapt attention to the salad in front of him. "Where do I need to take you?" She questioned in confusion.
"Let's go talk." Quinn nodded before grabbing his wheelchair and pushing him lightly, careful to avoid the buzz of the cafeteria. "Let's go to the choir room." Quinn nodded and began wheeling him down the hall to the familiar room. She eased herself into one of the maroon chairs and waited for Sam to say something. "Don't be mad at me," he pleaded while reaching out to grab her hands.
"Why would I be mad at you?" She questioned, a bit suspicious. Sam sighed before dropping her hand and running his through his hair. "Sam, what did you do?" She questioned with a shaky breath. He groaned before looking her in the eyes and huffing out a breath of air.
"I'm staying with Rachel." He waited with baited breath for the girl to say something. Instead she chose that moment to be completely void of emotion. He had known she would react badly simply for the sheer fact of the problems they had in the beginning of their relationship. She had always thought he had been interested in the smaller girl as more than friends. "It's just that her dad is a doctor and until I can get that surgery I can't really stay with my grandparents."
"So you just leave them without help?"
"No," he yelled before attempting to jump out of the chair. Quinn gently pushed him back down. "Rachel said she would take me over there and stuff. Look, it'll work, Quinn. It has to." She sighed before getting out of the chair and looking incredulously at the boy.
"Come stay with me then," she replied. "We have a spare room. My mom wouldn't mind," she added. Sam attempted to wheel the chair around to face her, but his lack of experience with the wheelchair was proving to be problematic. "I can take care of you," she whispered.
"It isn't about that, Quinn. You know that I'd love to stay with you, but what would you tell your mom, huh? That I have to stay there because what? I'm some poor white trash kid." Quinn swallowed thickly, ready to argue with the blond boy until a thought struck her.
"What did you tell Rachel's fathers then?" Sam rubbed his temples before finally spinning the chair around. "Why can you trust their family so much more than mine, Sam? It's been this way all along. I don't understand you at all."
"Because maybe her family is more open than yours. They don't judge, Quinn. Her dad is a doctor who went above and beyond to help me. If you have this much a problem with this then I'd advise you to steer clear of me. I've lost everything," he cried, "and you're standing here, yelling at me for something I can't help."
"No Sam," Quinn yelled, "I'm standing here yelling at you because once again you couldn't be honest with me. I need a break from this," she added before turning around in one swift motion and running out of the choir room.
"Damn it," Sam shouted. He intended to follow the blonde but that proved to be too hard of a task. It was probably for the best anyway. He wasn't sure if Quinn had just broken up with him or stated that she needed some space in that moment.
Twenty minutes. He had been stuck in the same spot for twenty minutes. He glanced up upon hearing the door slam open. He watched in confusion as Rachel crumbled to the floor in tears. He assumed Quinn had probably gotten Santana to threaten to beat her up or something. He wheeled himself over to the petite girl. "What's wrong?" he whispered.
"I'm going home," she replied in between sobs. "Do you want to stay or come with me?" He considered staying but glee had rehearsed earlier in the day. He wouldn't be seeing Quinn again unless she planned on seeking him out. He realized that wouldn't be the case simply because of the fact that she had had plenty of time to come back to him since their falling out.
"Let's go," he whispered before attempting to follow after the girl. "Rachel, what's wrong?" He questioned. Rachel scoffed before turning around and walking towards him. "Tell me," he stated while rubbing her arm soothingly. He noticed her gaze fixated behind him. He turned his head to the side to see Finn and Quinn starring at them both, wide eyes and pale faces.
"Let's go, Sam," Rachel sneered before stepping behind him, grabbing the handles of his wheelchair and pushing him towards the exit. He didn't want to question Rachel Berry when she was being slightly insane but a part of him worried that maybe the giant cookie that was his life, was about to crumble.
The brunette had hardly spoken to him on the drive to her house. Upon arriving at her home, she jumped out of her car, slammed the door shut, and left Sam to tend to himself-only to realize that Sam was in fact unable to do much of anything. He frowned upon seeing the fresh wave of tears wrack her body every time she would look at him.
Getting up to the second floor of the Berry household had proven to be a hard task but once it was accomplished he felt untouchable. He then proceeded to remember his affairs with Quinn earlier and was brought down from any high he was feeling.
Sam sprawled out across the diva's bed and watched with sad eyes as she the girl paced back and forth while waving her arms dramatically around. "Rachel," he stated. The girl either ignored him or simply didn't hear him-he couldn't tell. "Rachel," he repeated more loudly. The brunette stopped walking and moved towards the bed-opting to sit at the foot of it. "What's wrong?"
"I caught Finn," was all she mumbled before bursting into a fresh wave of tears. Sam sighed internally. He felt horrible for the tiny girl but a part of him was relieved that for once his feelings were going to be spared.
"I'm sorry, Rachel," he offered. "Finn is a jerk though. I think you deserve better," he offered with a small smile. "See, like Quinn totally deserved better and I'm kind of hoping she ended up with the better package," he chuckled. He frowned upon seeing Rachel biting her lip nervously.
"They were just all over each other," she continued before wiping furiously at the tears. "I thought I was seeing things, but they were practically mounting each other on the auditorium stage."His brows furrowed.
"Who?" Rachel looked away. "Rachel, who was Finn with?" She immediately jumped off the bed and began to search frantically around the room.
"I can't believe I skipped the last two periods of class. I'm going to be behind. I should start working immediately," she offered with a sniff. "I could help you if you need help with your work."
"Rachel," Sam pleaded, "who was he with?" The petite girl made sure to avoid eye contact but made her way back to the bed. She sat beside the boy, putting her hand on his thigh. He swallowed thickly as she took in a shaky breath.
"Quinn," she whispered.
He felt hopeless and broken in that moment. Was this what it felt like to realize you've been a fool all along? He searched his memory for signs that the blonde had been showing interest in the tall ass.
"How could she do that to me?" He yelled before the realization of everything crashed down. Finn had been the reason he was hurt. As if that weren't enough he had taken Quinn. Sam had given her up without even knowing he was pushing her away. "Are you sure, Rachel?. Maybe it was just Brittany. I mean blondes kind of all look alike," he offered with a chuckle. "That's probably it."
"No," she screeched. "I know it was Quinn. I'm not blind, Sam." He closed his eyes. A part of him knew that this was just some sick dream. None of the past few days had actually happened. He slowly opened his eyes only to find Rachel looking at him through her own bloodshot ones.
He had given that girl everything he had and this in itself was reason enough for him to never want to date again. He had always promised Quinn that he wouldn't break her heart. He was trustworthy enough to keep it safe. He laughed bitterly. Why hadn't he thought that maybe Quinn would be the one doing the breaking?
"I was wrong," he sneered. Rachel looked at him in confusion. "Once you cheat, you always cheat."
"Sam, she was probably upset over something. You don't mean that," she replied. He felt like rolling his eyes or getting Santana to punch Rachel in the face.
"Of course I mean it. That's what she did, right?" He pushed Rachel away before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He pushed himself up-despite the pain-and hobbled towards the doorway.
"Where are you going?" She yelled. He didn't know. To get drunk? To beat Finn up? To jump off the roof? He didn't care.
"The guest room," he replied glumly.
He had awoken from his nap and smiled. He leaned over to grab his cell phone to see a text message from Quinn.
We need to talk.
The words sent everything rushing back: Rachel guiding him out of the school in some sort of heartbroken display. Finding out that his girlfriend had cheated on him. He threw the phone across the room and watched with mirth as the device shattered.
"What the hell, Sam?" Rachel shouted before bursting into the room. He managed to look somewhat apologetic. She was, too, going through somewhat the same things he was. "Do you want to talk?" She climbed into the bed beside him and watched him intently.
"How could she do that to me?" He whispered, willing himself not to cry. "I thought she loved me. I know that I'm kind of naïve and stuff when it comes to love but this just hurts so bad." Rachel nodded before curling into his chest. "What about you? Do you want to talk?"
"Why wasn't I enough? I get that Quinn is beautiful. Quinn is popular. Am I that horrible?" Sam let out a breath of air.
"No, Rachel. You're kind of like my best friend." She laughed quietly before pulling away to look at him attentively. "What?"
"I'm just going to," she trailed off before slowly pressing her lips against his. His eyes widened in shock before he gently pushed her away. "I'm so sorry," she frantically exclaimed.
"It's okay," Sam mumbled. Rachel opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by a knock at the door. "Come in," Sam meekly shouted. He offered a smile (despite the fact that it came off as a grimace) to Rachel's father.
"Sam, you have a visitor downstairs. I was just wondering if you'd like me to send her up?" At once he felt his stomach began to churn. His pride was wounded, his heart was hurting.
"Who is it?" He questioned, voice low. Leroy looked between his daughter and the blond boy in confusion before shaking his head.
"Quinn Fabray."
"Daddy, I think Sam needs some rest," Rachel interrupted.
"Tell her I'm not interested in seeing her," Sam growled. Leroy took a step back and nodded.
"I'm on my way to work. I'll show her out," Leroy tried. Rachel attempted to smile. Sam didn't even try that much. He waited until he heard footsteps retreating down the stairs before opening his mouth to speak.
"Rachel, what are you doing?" He watched as the girl slowly maneuvered herself-as to not hit his injured knee-so that she straddled his waist gently.
"I'm hurting," she whispered against his cheek. "I just need to feel something," she mumbled before pressing her lips against his.
He should have pushed her away. He knew that much. But he was hurting too. His brain rationalized that he didn't have a girlfriend. He could sleep with Rachel Berry if he wanted to.