AN: Been a while since I've written anything. So here's a super Drabble about Sam. lol

Telescope

xox

Sam is just a boy.

He's not like Blaine, who belongs on stage, loving and loved by it. He's not like Rachel, who's had way more experience with a lot of other performers in the few years he's known her, or had the capability to strive until he breaks himself. He's not like Mercedes, who is born to perform, who lives to struggle and win to reach her dream. Sam Evans is just a boy from a quiet town of Lima, who is known for being unsure of what he wants to do with his life and currently trying his best to survive New York City.

He doesn't understand why his life is filled with so many stars—warm like Blaine, elegant like Kurt, amazing like Rachel, beautiful like Tina, strong like Santana, and blinding like Mercedes. He's none of them—they're the stars, and Sam is merely a boy with a telescope, eyes filled with wide-eyed wonder as he learns more things his friends could do in awe.

Why shouldn't this be enough, then? The galaxy where the stars are, after all, is far out of reach.

Haven't humans contented themselves with gazing the stars, anyway?