an: hey, this is pretty fun :) I hope you guys are liking them. I know this one's even shorter, but sometimes something just stops where it stops.
oh, and I obviously don't own the song, either.
Apparently, defending the gay kid and threatening the school beefhead wasn't a smart thing to do. It had been a week since the incident with the bully, and already he'd been swirlied and wedgied and thrown in a dumpster. He was already getting poor grades in Spanish, English, and Geometry, and Coach Beiste was riding the footballers hard. He felt like he needed a break.
The slushie was what undid him. It was Thursday. It was unexpected, freezing, grape-flavored humiliation. He turned around and went straight to the nearest bathroom and cried over the sink, trying to wash the sticky mess off his face and out of his hair.
What in the hell had been the point of pretending? It had done him no good. What was the point of trying to maintain a reputation in a place where doing the right thing made you an outcast. The whole reason he'd transferred schools was to avoid this exact situation.
Well, when you're going to hell, you may as go your way. He took off his shirt and started dabbing at it with a paper towel, trying to get the purple out of it, and when he was done, he went to talk to Ms. Pillsbury. He was relieved, at least, to have a person like her in this school he could talk to and be honest with.
Everyone looked a bit surprised when he showed up in the choir room for seventh period. "Is it too late to join the glee club?" he asked, looking at Mr. Schue, but really needing the approval of the other students in the room.
"Ah...sure, Sam," said Mr. Schue, looking through some papers on his music stand - presumably for the roll sheet. "Would you mind doing a quickie audition?"
"Um...no problem." He gestured toward the acoustic guitar in the corner. "Can I use this?" Mr. Schuester nodded, and he picked up the guitar and put the strap over his head. Everyone was still watching on with a sort of guarded curiosity.
"What are you gonna sing?" Mr. Schue asked.
"It's called 'Where We Went Wrong' by The Hush Sound," he said, and started playing.
My heart has lost its wind now,
broken like a dead sail
my love has drifted out to sea.
My body has been claimed,
soul has been shipped away
can't feel the sand between my toes.
His voice was soft but strong, and somehow, the song fit his mood. He couldn't exactly tell what the others' reactions meant; Rachel had perked up and was paying a lot of attention; Finn had a funny smile on his face, probably satisfied at having 'discovered' Sam; Mercedes looked like she did not exactly approve of his song choice; and Artie started singing backup.
We set the wrong course and headed due north,
that's where we went wrong
We were young and learning, steady hearts hate turning,
that's where we went wrong.
My will to fight has been flushed
seized like blank babies' faces
the waterline begins to rise
Let the tide swallow me whole
like morning light in windows
let that dark water take me home
Kurt seemed to be making a point of not looking at him. Puck was bobbing his head. Mr. Schuester looked pleased.
We set the wrong course and headed due north,
that's where we went wrong
We were young and learning, steady hearts hate turning
that's where we went wrong.
And then Quinn surprised him by joining in.
Hey, come back to me
Hey, come back to me
Hey, come back to me
Baby come back to me
(ba ba da ba ba ba)
Hey, come back to me
Hey, come back to me
Hey, come back to me
Baby come back to me
(ba ba da ba ba ba)
Hey, come back to me
Hey, come back to me
Hey, come back to me
Baby come back to me
(ba ba da ba ba ba)
Hey, come back to me
Baby come back to me
We set the wrong course and headed due north
that's where we went wrong
We were young and learning, steady hearts hate turning
that's where we went wrong.
Everyone clapped. Sam smiled. Mr. Schue clapped him on the shoulder.
"Welcome to New Directions."