A Trip to Mars: A The Glee Project FanFic Chapter 5: Learning with Sam, a glee fanfic

Damian grabbed the mic, singing with his Irish accent.

"Nice legs, Daisy Dukes,
Makes a man," Cameron whistled.
That's the way they all come through like," whistle,
"Low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya," whistle,
"That's the way she come through like," Cameron whistled then took over singing.

"'Cause I
Just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight."

Damian, in the background said lowly, "Then down." Then Cameron went back to singing.

"'Cause I
Just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight,
Then down"

Then they both sang,

"I think I should know
How to make love to something innocent
Without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce
How do I say I'm sorry
'Cause the word is just never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce"

Everyone stood up and danced. Even Samuel clapped to the music with me.

Cameron took the mic and began singing. Damian, me, and everyone else whistled accordingly.

"Tight jeans, double d's makin' me go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles),
Iced out, lit-up make the kids go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles)," he sang, bobbing his head to the music.

"'Cause I
Just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight (then down),
'Cause I
Just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight,
then down."

We all sang the chorus but Damian and Cameron were the prominent voices.

We sat down, still dancing in our seats. Damian and Cameron took over the song from there and finished it.

"Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know,

Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know

I think I should know
How to make love to something innocent
Without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce."

We gave them a standing ovation. Mr. Schue smiled and began assessing them. "Great job you two! Cameron, you really came out of your shell today. You usually stick to more jazzy and saultry numbers but nonetheless, you did fantastic!

"And you, Damian," he said, turning to my Irish friend, "We need to get you rapping more," he said. We all laughed. "Damian, that Irish accent is your strong suit. That paired with your very deep voice is sure to get us first place in Sectionals. Which by the way, is next month and I think you're getting a solo!" He finished in a sing-song voice.

Damian grinned and sat down next to me. I smiled at him and patted him on the back. "Good job, Damo," I said softly.

"Thanks, Mars," he said, giving me a side hug.

"Next up," Mr. Schue said, "Hannah and Samuel with Who Knew."

They stood up and walked to the front of the room. The music started. Hannah sung first.

"You took my hand, you showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh, that's right," she sang to him.

Samuel sang, his eyes full of pain, "I took your words and I believed
In everything you said to me
Yeah huh, that's right."

They sang together. They both were full of emotion. Hannah held her hand over her heart, her eyes closed. Samuel ran his hand through his dreads.

"If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew."

Samuel stared into Hannah's eyes, as if pleading with her.

"Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything"

His eyes sparkled, filling with tears. He choked them back.

Hannah let the tears flown down her freckled face. She sang with all her might, pouring her soul into the words.

"When someone said count your blessings now
'fore they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew"

Before I knew it, I was crying too. The other six of us sang under them with a soft, harmonizing "O" sound.

Samuel and Hannah sang together in perfect harmony,

"Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew
Who knew?"

Samuel looked upset as he stared at the ground. In a quick second, he grabbed his black leather bag and stormed out of the choir room. Everyone looked on in shock.

"Maybe one of you should go after him?" Mr. Schue said, looking at us expectantly. I wondered why he didn't go himself.

For some reason I spoke up. "I'll go," I volunteered, standing up, "Good job by the way Hannah!" I called as I left the room. She nodded and watched me leave.

I ran down the hall and saw a flash of black hair. "Sam!" I cried. He kept running until he got outside. We made it out into the fall air. It was beautiful, contrasting greatly with Samuel's dark form.

"Sam!" I said from about five yards away from him, "Sam, what are you running from?"

He turned around slowly. A tear was running down his face. I walked up to him and held eye contact. "What's wrong Sam?" I asked.

"C'mon," he said, leading me inside the school again. We passed the trophy case and stopped he pointed at a picture. In it was a girl. She was beautiful with flowing blonde hair and a brilliant smile. She was looking up at a boy who was looking down at her adoringly. I recognized him as Samuel. His dreads were much shorter and they were adorned with a crown. The girl had a tiara on. Beneath the picture was a plaque that had written on it, "Samuel Larsen and Carissa Jenkins, Junior Prom King and Queen 2011."

I looked up at him, my eyes asking him what it meant. He responded, not looking at me. "Last year, Carissa and I were voted Prom King and Queen. We were in love. I know it sounds stupid but it was true. That morning when I took her home, I parked in front of her house. She didn't get out. We just sat there and talked. We talked about getting married, having kids, living somewhere in the country where I could write my music. It was just talk. During the summer we grew apart. She started seeing someone else behind my back. When I found out I fell into a terrible state. I was just starting to get over it but then Hannah and I sung that song. Back there in the Glee Club…" he started but couldn't finish.

"It brought back memories of Carissa," I finished for him. "I'm sorry, Sam." I had tears splashing silently down my face. I pulled Sam into a hug and putted his back consolingly. He wrapped his arms around me and cried into my shoulder.

"Marissa, I need to tell you something," he said, "Whenever I see you and Damian together, it reminds me of Carissa and I. We were best friends too, but that all changed. Don't let him hurt you and don't hurt him. You two are really good together, don't let that change."

"Sam," I said, confused, "Damian and I aren't-"

"You aren't like that," Sam finished, "Neither were Carissa and I. Then something changed." Sam grabbed his bag and started to leave. "Don't tell anyone, I trust you. Thanks for everything, Marissa," he said, leaving.

I stood and frowned, watching him leave the school. I heard the purr of his motorcycle starting. It was what he drove most of the time.

After a minute I went back to the choir room just in time to hear Alex belt out the last note of his and Matheus' song.

I sat down, not taking in anything Mr. Schue or the other's said.