Friends With Benefits
A Glee Fan Fiction
CHapter 38

"What'd you do while I was at try outs?" Sam asked as he met up with Rachel outside of the locker room, wrapping an arm around his best friend's shoulders, his hair wet from the shower he'd just taken after his long football tryout.

"Oh, nothing really. I was just practicing some songs I might sing for Glee, you know?" She asked with a smile. If Sam had been Puck, or Santana, or Quinn-another girl, who knew all about the different types of smiles a girl could have, or somebody who knew all of Rachel's facial expressions by heart-he would have known that this smile was just a little bit too thin and a little too long. "I think I might be running out of musicals," She said, a joke that would have had Puck laughing hysterically, but only made Sam raise his eyebrows and frown in confusion.

"I love it when you sing," He told her, leading her out of the school and towards the parking lot. "You're incredible, did I ever tell you that? You're going to be famous one day, I'm sure of it," He promised her as he held open the door to his truck, helping her inside before walking around and getting in himself.

"You tell me that all the time," She rolled her eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Well, it's true," He said, starting up the truck. "Do you care if I come over today? I've been working on a song and I'd like your opinion of it," He told her.

"What song?" She asked.

"Oh, just a silly song I've been working on for this girl I've been sort of into for a while now," He said.

"Do I know her?"

"No...I don't think so," He frowned.

"Oh, so she's from Tennessee?"

"No."

"Then where's she from?"

"I just...know her, from around."

"Oh, um, alright, then-yeah, you can come over. My dads are out of town, though, so I-"

"They're not home?"

"No, they're going to be gone all week."

"So you're alone?"

"Mrs. Puckerman is going to be stopping by to check up on me. She and my dads are-"

"Puck's mom?"

"Yes, Sam," She rolled her eyes, getting a little annoyed with him cutting her off for pointless questions that were just making her repeat herself. She hated it when he did that, and she was sure that he knew she hated it. And she was positive that he knew that she knew of his knowledge of the fact. "Noah's mother is going to check in on me-it's an arrangement my fathers made with her years ago, because they're rather close, alright?"

"Oh, alright..." Sam sighed, turning onto her street. "Are you going to be home alone for dinner tonight? You could come over and eat with my family-Stevie and Stacy really miss you, you know-or, you and I could just go out and get something, if you wanted to," He offered, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

"No," She blurted out. "I mean, well, Mrs. Puckerman invited me over for dinner, when she first found out about my fathers' trip, and it would be rude of me to cancel now, even if the last place I want to be is with Noah for the night," She said quickly.

"Oh, okay, then-are you going to need a ride? Or, do you want one?" He offered.

"No, that's alright," She shook her head. "Noah's going to pick me up-his mother insisted on that, despite what either of us wanted in the matter," She shrugged. She was lying through her teeth. Her parents were out of town, and the agreement was that Mrs. Puckerman would be checking in on her, but her dinner plans hadn't been made until she and Puck had hooked back up after glee rehearsal that afternoon, as a way for them to secretly get together.

"Are you sure? I could give you a ride-it's really no big deal," He offered, pulling into her driveway. "I want to," He insisted, opening his door and climbing out of the truck, dragging his guitar with him.

"No, it's fine-Noah's much better outside of school than he is when he's actually there-especially around his mother. I'll be fine," She shrugged as she climbed from the car and walked into the house, allowing Sam to follow her as she settled on the couch in the living room with him besides her. "Can I get you a snack or anything? I know Noah used to-"

"I don't want to talk about him," Sam shook his head. "Can I just sing you the song?" He asked.

"Of course!" She nodded eagerly.

"Alright," He nodded as he took out his guitar and started strumming before starting with his perfect for country voice, the song something that was most definitely not country, but still sounded amazing coming from him.

"My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, funny/He doesn't make a dime all day/And all her girlfriends' boyfriends make money/What more can I say/It's true-he never made it through a day of school/The only thing he studied was you/He knows your body better than you do/ Maybe I'm your Mr. Right, baby/Maybe I'm the one you like/Maybe I'm a shot in the dark/And you're the morning light/Maybe this is sad but true/Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose/You could be the best of me/When I'm the worse for you," He sang, his head lowered towards the guitar with such intensity, until he reached the chorus, where the true meaning behind this song began. He looked up and locked eyes with her, causing her to gulp as he went on singing.

"My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, running/To catch the bust to meet/To meet up with the boyfriend's girlfriend who's stunning/She's such a sight to see/It's true-the moment he laid eyes on you he knew/The only wish he wanted came true, he knows he's lucky that he met someone like you," He sang on, frowning slightly as she stood up, shaking her head and sat down across from him, on the love seat. He quickly got up and followed her.

"Maybe I'm your Mr. Right/Baby, maybe I'm the one you like/Maybe I'm a shot in the dark/And you're the morning light/Maybe this is sad but true/Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose/You could be the best of me/When I'm the worst for you," He sang, shaking his head as she stood up and started to walk away, with him following her.

"You can always change your mind/And you, can't change mine/No, you can't change mine/Maybe I'm your Mr. Right/Baby, maybe I'm the one you like/Maybe I'm a shot in the dark/And you're the morning light/Maybe this is sad but true/Baby, maybe you've got nothing to lose/You could be the best of me/When I'm the worst for you/I'm the worst for you," He finished the song with his eyes locked on her own, pushing his guitar aside, swinging it from his back in the same fashion Puck had earlier that day, so that it was no longer between them. Then, he placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in, slowly and carefully, placing a slow and steady kiss on her lips, just as the front door opened and in walked a very happy-until he saw the scene inside the house-boy, who suddenly grew angry when he saw the kissing couple.