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Chapter 4

It was the end of the day and I was making my way to the choir room to perform 'hey there Delilah'. I wasn't as nervous as I expected I would be, but it wasn't like I was completely comfortable with it either. After the incident this morning I had actually tried to avoid seeing or talking to Rachel. I was afraid she was going to ask what I wanted to tell her. And I didn't think it was a good time. I didn't want to screw up her life.

As I entered the auditorium with my guitar in hand I saw almost the entire glee club there already. Santana, Brittany and Quinn were sitting in the back together in their cheerleading uniforms gossiping. Artie, Tina, Mercedes and Kurt were in the corner laughing with each other. Lauren, Puck and Mike were hanging out in the front beside Finn and Rachel, who were snuggling. Lovely.

"Hey Sam!" Rachel called. I gave her a small wave and sat down beside Mercedes.

"Everything ok?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah, just nervous to sing for everyone." I lied.

"Don't worry, you'll do great." She said squeezing my hand.

Mr. Schue came in and everyone quieted down for him, eager to her my singing performance. Which I was getting more and more nervous about.

"Alright everyone. Good afternoon. Sam, are you ready to perform?" Mr. Schuester asked me. I nodded and stood up, putting the guitar strap around me.

"Hi everyone. I'm going to be singing 'Hey there Delilah.'" I said. I started strumming my guitar and felt much more calm and relaxed once I began.

"Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me."

At the end of the song I was filled with something I had never felt before. It felt good. Performing that song fulfilled me. It's like I was in a whole other world and nothing else mattered. Everyone applauded loudly for me, except for Finn. I'm guessing because I was probably staring at Rachel the whole time. Well it was all about her anyways so I didn't really care what he thought.

"Great job, Sam. Welcome to Glee!" Mr. Schuester exclaimed. I gave him a smile and sat back down besides Mercedes.

"See? You had nothing to worry about." Mercedes whispered to me.

"Thanks. It felt better once I got up there." I whispered back.

"You know what? Mr. Schue was stunned by your voice. I bet you'll even get a solo for sectionals. Maybe even a lead. You have a gift, Sam. That was amazing." She complimented.

"Thank you, that means a lot from you." I replied. I liked Mercedes, she was probably who I liked most. Other then Rachel of course.

Before I knew it Glee was done and Mr. Schue dismissed us all. I headed to my locker, grabbed my bag and jogged to my truck through the rain. Then I heard a knock at the passenger side window. It was Rachel. I unlocked the door and she hopped in, soaking wet.

"Hey Rachel. What's up?" I asked. She looked a little upset.

"Hey Sam. I was wondering if you could give me a ride home. Finn picked me up today but he left already with Quinn. I guess they're working on their project tonight." She said. Their project? That was his brilliant excuse? Wow, I couldn't believe she fell for that. It literally broke my heart. This wasn't even fair.

"Of course I can." I said. She smiled at me and we made small talk on the way to her house. Once we arrived she thanked me and ran to the front door. I watched to make sure she got in safely but she was fidgeting with the door handle. I got out of my truck and jogged to her front door to make sure everything was all right.

"Are you having trouble getting in?" I asked her.

"My mom locked the door and I don't have my key. She wont be home 'til 9 tonight." She told me anxiously. I smiled at her.

"Don't worry. You can come to my house." I replied. She smiled back at me and I took her hand and led her back to my truck.

We drove to my house and I opened the front door for her and we were met by Stacy and Stevie running to greet us.

"Hi Sammy!" Stacy yelled. I laughed at her and so did Rachel. "Who's this?" she asked.

"I'm Rachel. And you must be Stacy and Stevie. Sam was talking about you guys a lot yesterday." Rachel replied smiling at them. Both my brother and sister were really outgoing kids so they just took her hand and I heard their footsteps going upstairs. Poor Rachel, she was in for quite the night. I doubted they would leave her alone as long as she was here.

"Sam?" I heard my mom call. She was in the kitchen washing dishes with her blonde hair put up in a messy bun and her eyes tired and sad. I knew this move was hard from her. My father was always working and she was lonely. All of her family was back home. And now she had to start over. It also didn't help that my dad worked 7 days a week.

"Hey mom." I said. She looked up from her cleaning and gave me a small smile. She looked older and frailer then usual. It was if she was being run down. And the depression wasn't helping. "Here, let me finish the dishes. Go to sleep. I have a friend over and she's playing with the little kids so don't worry. Go rest."

"Thank you, Sam. Goodnight." She said giving me a kiss on the cheek and I noticed a small tear in her eye. It honestly broke my heart. She looked like she was dying inside. I hated my father for not caring and not helping her. She needed him and he was to busy doing whatever. To be honest I wasn't exactly sure what he did for a living. And when I thought about it I couldn't remember the last time he was home. Or even the last time my mother smiled. Probably because she couldn't handle it. She was being swallowed alive by the sadness, pain and no control. I don't know why my parents were even together still. He obviously didn't care about her family. I dream about taking my mom, Stevie and Stacy and running away back home. Even if it brought just a twitch of the lip to my moms face, it would be worth it. She wasn't happy and I felt bad about not being home with her a lot but I knew I wouldn't be able to do a thing here because I would become like her. We were a lot like each other. Both emotional, in the way Rachel was.

I continued with the dishes and it was silent through out the house. Which was odd. After I finished the dishes I went upstairs and there was Rachel sitting in between the Stevie and Stacy's beds. She smiled with satisfaction and turned her head towards me while holding a figure up to silence me. I took her hand and we went downstairs and sat on my couch.

"How did you do that, Rachel Berry?" I asked stunned.

"I sang to them and they fell asleep in seconds." She answered proudly.

"Oh, you bored them to sleep?" I teased. She mocked her anger and slapped my arm. She looked so beautiful when she laughed and it made me happy to. But it would break my heart to see her sad. And Finn was going to cause this on Rachel. I was still debating on telling her and she noticed my face fall. Crap. I probably reminded her

"Sam, you were trying to tell me something today. " she started. Yeah, good one Sam.

"Yes I was. It's about Finn, Rachel. And this isn't going to make you very happy. I'm so sorry and I hate this. And I don't want to see you upset. I really like you and i want to be a good friend and I`ve been trying to decide about t- " I babbled on and she cut me off and took my hands in hers. She had a reassuring smile and it broke my heart knowing that smile wouldn't be there for long.

"Sam, don't worry. I can handle it. Please, tell me. " She said squeezing my hands.

"Okay. This morning I walked into the school a half hour early and no one was really there. I walked by the glee club room and Finn was making out with another girl in there." I told her looking at my lap. I didn't want to see her face. It was silent for a couple minutes. I knew I needed to see if she was all right so I looked at her and tears were streaming down her face one after the other. She remained silent though as the tears escaped her eyes. I brought her over to me and held her in my arms. I smelt her fruity shampoo and perfume once again. It consumed me and I wiped her long tears.

"I'm so stupid." She said in a whispered. I flinched and put my finger underneath her chin so she was staring into my eyes.

"No you aren't, Rachel. You are beautiful. You are brilliant. You are perfect." I told her. She shook her head and I felt a tear fall from my eye. I buried my head in her hair so we shouldn't see. But how could she think she was anything short of perfect.