Hello friends, this is my latest attempt at a new Samcedes story. It started out as a one shot, but somewhere along the lines, it's turned into a multi-chapter story. I don't know how long it'll be and I'm not quite sure where I'm headed with it. I'm just writing what pops into my head and praying that it makes sense.
Thank you for your continued support.
Standard disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters. But I own this story.
"You are here by sentenced to thirty hours community service. Let this be a lesson to you, Mr. Evans. Always remember to keep your temper in check and be considerate to those around you. Also, being privileged doesn't mean you automatically get to do as you like. Cherish what you were born with and never use it as a spring-board to be a spoiled brat."
Twenty-five-year-old Samuel 'Sam' Evans stood stoically in the courtroom, allowing the words of Judge Sue Sylvester to sink in, bitterly berating himself on the inside.
He was indeed privileged.
He was handsome beyond reason and wealthy beyond measure.
He attended the best schools and hung with the elite…sometimes. Other times, he hung with other, not so popular kids. It was with these he had the most fun as they were the most genuine friends he could ever hope to have.
He had a beautiful girlfriend, who he cared for and he was well on his way to becoming the head of his father's business, when he retired. He was a quick learner and it baffled those who knew he was dyslexic.
He was also kind, and generous. He honestly cared for others and would always volunteer his services at many charity events.
One of his greatest joys, is putting smiles on kids' faces.
So every December, when he took his holiday, he would volunteer himself to be a Santa, at many of the local malls, where he got to make most of the wishes for the kids come true.
He was a people person. He spoke at many business meetings and conferences alongside his father and most of the partners and colleagues who were older than him, predicted he would become one of the youngest business leaders, in the next five years.
He was the apple of his parent's eyes and a hero to his younger brother and sister.
A bar brawl, over an accusation by a former friend about his current girlfriend, Quinn Fabray, led to him being arrested, and spending a night in jail.
Although he apologized to the owner of the bar and offered to pay for the damages caused, he was still banned from going there, for the next six months.
As he left the courtroom with his father and lawyer…who incidentally is his best friend…Blaine Anderson, he was met by annoying paparazzi, who were thirsty for the latest scoop.
The trio quickly walked passed them, offering nothing and entered the town car that was waiting for them.
Inside the car, Sam released a weary sigh.
He could kick himself for bringing unwanted attention to his family and their business. He just hoped it doesn't backfire or reflect negative on any of their business dealings. He looked at his father and quietly said,
"I'm really sorry dad. I don't…"
"As you should be son, but these things happen. Thank God it's nothing worse. I just want you to focus and use this as a stepping-stone to do better in the future. For now…throw this little incident in the past and leave it there…where it belongs."
Sam felt better, after hearing his father's words, but something felt off about the whole situation.
Why would his friend…now his former friend, come out of the blue and tell him Quinn was cheating? And he had proof…at least, that was what he'd said, just before Sam slugged him.
Quinn loved him…she told him so…and he really liked her. He wasn't at the stage of love, but he could be…given time.
The look on Mike Chang's face after he'd punched him, still haunts him. Mike had no reason to lie to him. Mike is a stand-up guy…always was and that is what's bothering him.
He decided right then and there, as the car pulled up to his house, he needed to dig a little deeper and find out if any of what Mike said was true.
"Thanks dad. Tell mom I'll call her later. Blaine, I'll speak to you later, also. Thank you, buddy."
As the car drove away, Sam walked up to his gate, entered the code and headed inside.
On the inside, he was met with the sight of his girlfriend Quinn, stretched out on his sofa, completely naked, as the day she was born, sporting a naughty smile.
Any other time, he would have welcomed the sight and have his way with her…but…not today.
He gave her a smile, that didn't quite reach his eyes and headed to the kitchen.
Quinn was taken aback.
She scrambled up, picked up the robe, that was laying strategically on the ground beside the chair and hustled it on.
"Sam? What's up? Is this anyway to treat your girlfriend, who came to…?"
"Stop! What do you want Quinn?"
"Did you just…?"
"Yes I did. I cut you off...?"
"N-nothing! I just wanted to surprise you and give you a nice welcome home gift." He widened his eyes and opened his mouth in a surprised manner.
"There, I'm surprised. And I don't want any gifts."
"What? Since when?"
"Since now!"
"You seem to have a bee in your damn bonnet Sam Evans. I don't have to stand for any of this."
She turned on her heel and marched out of the kitchen and out the door.
Sam felt awful for treating her so, but his gut was saying, it was merited. Plus, she didn't even consider for one moment, going with him to court to support him.
On instinct, he called Artie Abrams, his friend and top security maintenance person in his father's firm and asked him to change the gate and key codes to his house, as soon as possible.
He drank a tall glass of water and headed to bed. He needed to put today behind him, study his head, and make some calls.
One month later, Sam was laying in his bed, nursing a headache.
He and Quinn were through.
Mike Chang was right. She was indeed cheating on him and was three months pregnant, for her old flame, Finn Hudson.
What a fool he had been. She only wanted his money and the fame that went along with it. She even admitted to him, that she didn't love him.
Big deal! He never loved her either. He liked and cared for her, but that was it.
Like the honorable man he is, he'd called Mike right away and sincerely apologized to him. They still weren't what they used to be, but since that call, they started to talk and hang out together again.
A knock sounded on his door and he groaned. He knew that knock. Noah Puckerman! After a while, he went to the door and opened it.
"Woah! What's up Evans?" Sam stood with an un-amused look on his face.
"I see you're still pining after Barbie." That got Sam animated. He sucked his teeth, long and said,
"The hell I am. I wouldn't use my precious time to think about her. It's done and dusted between us. She made sure of that. And I don't give a flying fuck about her and what she's up to."
"There's my boy! Sam, Sammy boy, you need to get out and let the ladies know you are free and single again. In other words, you need to get laid, man."
"No, I don't. Women don't want me. They want my money and everything that comes with it….all the trappings. Normally, that wouldn't bother me…it's not something I brag about…my family's wealth, I mean, but, I'm sick and tired of being used as a bank and a piece of arm candy."
Noah wanted to laugh, he really did, but he knew Sam was serious and he was absolutely right.
But he couldn't let him give up on finding someone sincere, who might honestly love and care for him.
"Hey man, I feel you…and you're right. But don't let a few bad apples make you want to chop the tree down. There's someone out there for you…I know there is. You just need to weed out the good from the bad."
"What gives? How are you so wise on love and relationships? Giving advice you won't take yourself? Damn hypocrite!"
"Hey! You know me…I'm not the one-woman-settling-down-type. I'm a hit-it-and-quit-it guy. Don't get me wrong, I would love to find someone to stay a while with…someday, but right now, I'm just having fun. And you should be too."
"Don't forget, I will be having fun…I start community service tomorrow. Ha! Ha!"
"No need to be sarcastic, man. I told you, I feel you."
"Hmm."
"Where?"
"Outside the mall. I was told, be prepared to be on my feet for a few hours, whatever that means."
"Okay. Sounds ominous," Noah joked.
"Laugh all you want. I can't wait to get these thirty hours done. One thing I'm sure about, I'll never let myself act a fool again…especially, not over a woman, she'd have to be my wife, even then, it'll be a cold day in hell before I fight over one again."
There was a seriousness to his tone and Noah picked up on it. He decided to leave the subject alone.
"Hey, do you feel like getting out of here? We could go to a bar or something." Sam groaned. He really didn't feel like going out.
"Nah. But you go ahead though. I'm just gonna hit the sheets and have a lie-in."
"Won't be any fun if you're going to sleep alone…and it won't be any fun for me hitting up a bar alone, either."
"Tough luck, man."
"Aww…come on Evans. I'm not asking you to stay out all night, only to a decent adult hour. You never know, you might actually have fun."
Sam thought about it for a few seconds.
Maybe, Noah is right. 'I bet that cheating Barbie is having the time of her life…'
"Pretty please," Noah said, making puppy-dog eyes at him.
"That's pathetic! You're a Goddamn adult, Puck." Noah straightened up.
"I know that, jerk. But I'll do anything to get you out of this house, to have some fun. You deserve to have fun, man."
Sam was touched.
Noah was one of his genuine friends, and hearing him say that, made the decision an easy one.
"Thanks bro. I'll go. Just give me half-an-hour to get myself together, and then we can hit the streets."
"That's what I'm talking about," Noah replied, punching the air, as Sam disappeared inside to get ready.
A little short, but I'm still feeling the story out. I hope it was worth your time.