Sam pulled in a breath as he entered the classroom, trying to pull the needed confidence in through thin air. Hanna was sitting in her usual spot, and like most days she was alone. It occurred to Sam that he might be her only actual friend in America. Somehow it gave Sam a bit more confidence, the extra push that he needed. Walking over to his desk, Sam set his back pack down, turning to face Hanna. Reaching out he lightly tapped her shoulder, a blush already burning across his face.
"Hanna?" Sam tried to smile but suddenly thought he must look like an idiot, he settled on simply hiding his face by staring at his shoes.
"Ves?" Hanna's accent was rather thick and it was clear she did not actually speak very much English.
"I was wondering if you might want to do like um private lessons together? I could help you with uh the math. There is that um test soon" Sam forced himself to stop talking before the stutter became too noticeable.
Hanna nodded and wrote her phone number on sheet of paper. Sam's hand shook slightly as he took the paper, his eyes still wide with fear. Forcing himself to sit down a thought ran across his head, he never had to work this hard, with Dean everything came naturally.
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Hanna had asked Sam to come over the next day, and he had panicked until Dean finally sat him down and gave him pointers. As Sam walked to Hanna's temporary family's house all of the panic returned full force. After all he was giving private lessons to the girl of his dreams, he couldn't afford to mess this up. Hanna answered the door and invited him inside. Her bedroom was plain and clearly served as a guest bedroom for the family.
Sam spent an hour attempting to teach Hanna how to balance equations and another half an hour trying to show her exactly show to do basic algebra. It turned out that Hanna really didn't speak any English and could only do the math she had learned in Germany. Sam was quickly becoming frustrated and finally said he wasn't sure he could do the math right either. Any excuse was better than teaching and reteaching her.
"Hanna I…" Sam closed his eyes briefly, building up his courage before leaning in to press his lips against hers. After all, they could work on her English later.
Hanna seemed to freeze before finally leaning into the kiss, her eyes slipping closed. As Sam tried to lose himself in the sensation the image of Dean kissing him flashed through his mind. Somehow with Dean things had been different, more comfortable. With Hanna it felt forced, it felt like he was pretending to be someone else. Sudden guilt filled him and Sam pulled away, his eyes wide. Sam knew he would continue to date the girl, his own confusion wasn't her fault and he didn't want to hurt her feelings. After all in a month or sooner even he would be moving away and a few weeks after that Hanna would return home. Kissing girls just wasn't the same as kissing Dean, although he would never admit that to anyone, especially Dean.