Author's Note: I, for one, like this pairing a lot. I've always believed Brittany was bisexual and her friendship with Sam was adorable so I was glad when they started dating. I hope they get back together in season 5, or at least Sam finds happiness. He always seems to get the short end of the stick when it comes to relationship (ie. Quinn, Mercedes). Please let me know what you think!
Sam Evans had a broken childhood. His parents hadn't divorced, but when you moved around so much you forgot what town you were born in, or you called a teacher by the name of one who didn't even live in the same state, that's what he called broken. He spared that for his little brother and sister as best he could, but he knew at some point they figured out what was going on. He guessed it was living in that hotel that tipped them off.
Because of his shattered sense of security, he found it easy to spot brokenness in others. With Santana, he knew her harsh words were a cover for the deeper issue of her sexuality, not that he saw it as an issue. Quinn was an easy mark too. Although they dated and he knew of her child, he never had the chance to fully figure out what was going on. He thought of asking Finn once, but the guy had enough problems without being asked about his ex.
So Sam's life was mostly spent moving from place to place until he found his home in Lima, Ohio. Even then it didn't really feel like a place he could see himself staying forever, but that was okay. For now, his goal was to finish high school there. And he did. But he did it without the one person who he saw as the most amazing person in the universe: Brittany S. Pierce.
This wasn't by choice. Sam would have liked to toss his graduation cap up with her by his side. He wanted to spend his summer with her then decide what they would do come fall. He just wanted her. Simple, or so he thought. But MIT came calling and took her from him. He graduated, barely, and spent the summer in New York sleeping on Puck's couch while watching musicals with Kurt and Rachel. He felt like staying on that couch forever. Puck didn't seem to mind. He gave the dude his appropriate space. Santana didn't make the situation any better of course. She was smug about their break-up and he often heard her talking on the phone with Brittany. He didn't have the energy to care though. He wanted to sleep forever, until Kurt gave him a swift kick at least.
"Samuel, what are you going to do for the rest of your life?"
"Sleep on this couch?"
"Not if I have anything to say about it. Here, I found some schools you would be interested in."
Sam read the brochures but none of them made him want to get off the couch. Finally, he woke up one morning in late August and packed his bags. He left his key on the counter and hoped a plane for Massachusetts that same day.
It wasn't easy finding Brittany, but when he did, everything fell into place just like he hoped it would. Things were good, for a while. He rented an apartment and they lived together happily. But then he started to notice the cracks. He saw how tired she was when she came home and how easily irritable. They fought daily, if not hourly sometimes, and it got to the point where he ran out on her multiple times. He came back though, he always did. His dad gave him that tip. But Brittany didn't have the same lessons. She was used to people leaving. She created a world when she was little that kept her safe from the monsters, where unicorns protected her and everything was filled with colour. And it worked, sort of. Sam didn't see how upset she was with how her life had turned out until one day she threw his stuff on the lawn and told him to leave for good.
Normally, Sam would have listened. But he thought about his friends. If Puck left every time Rachel through a fit, they would never had made it this far. So, Sam picked up his stuff and moved into an apartment down the hall from her. He got two extra jobs and introduced himself to Brittany as her "neighbor". They started over. For two years they stayed just friends. They went to the movies and everyone who met them asked if they were dating but Sam always said no. He waited.
He waited through another Santana episode, for her to quit MIT and start dancing full time. He waited till she was finished "So You Think You Can Dance" and he waited until she started her own dance company that had studios across the country. He waited until she was no longer broken, then he got down on bended knee and asked her to go on a date with him. She said yes.
Sam imagined telling his kids about this someday. He hoped he had a daughter who would appreciate her dad's romance.
Suddenly, the young man felt something hit him in the back of the head. "Earth to Sam!" Puck said. The blonde blinked and grinned at his old friend.
"Sorry dude, what'd I miss?"
The bald boy snorted. "Only the best pass in basketball history! Where's your mind at bro?"
The green eyes barista shrugged. "Out to pasture I guess," he chuckled. He looked around the loft. "Where is everyone?"
"Satan and Q are out shopping with Rach and Britt looking for her dress. Sugar's at work, Jake is covering some guy's shift at the bar, Artie is at school and Mercedes is at work."
"Her dress huh?" His cheeks started to heat up at the thought of his fiancé trying on wedding dresses.
Puck smirked and shoved the guy's shoulder. "Dude you are totally whipped."
"Says the guy who's gone vegan because of his girlfriend," Sam retorted.
Puck rolled his eyes. "I'm not vegan Biebster, it's just that if I want good food I gotta buy it myself, and you know how tiring that can be after a long day at work."
Sam thought of his job at Britt's studio plus his shifts at the karaoke bar. Rachel had been trying to convince him to apply at NYADA but it just wasn't his style. He considered taking classes like Santana, but he didn't have the money or the time.
"Yeah, true enough. So, when are you gonna propose?"
Puck eyed the younger of the two. "Are you seriously asking me?"
"Well yeah, I wouldn't say it if I wasn't serious."
Puck tilted his head back against the worn out couch and sighed. "I dunno man, after all the shit my dad pulled-"
Sam placed his hand on his best bud's shoulder and squeezed it. "You are not your father Puck."
The elder Puckerman stared at his friend and slowly nodded. "I know. Just sometimes feels like it." He suddenly chuckled. "It's funny, because Rach and I were talking last night and she asked me how many kids I wanted, and the first answer that came to mind was three. It's like, the perfect number. And then she asks if I want boys or girls and I tell her one boy and two girls. That was someone can inherit the Puckerman 'hawk, Rach's singing, and our awesome looks."
"You do realize a girl could get your 'hawk, right?"
Puck pursed his lips. "True. I hadn't thought of that. Well I had, but I think Rach would flip if our little girl wanted a Mohawk."
Sam smiled. "Your little girl," he snickered.
Puck punched Sam in the shoulder. "Shut up dude."
They got back to watching the game and a few minutes later the girls filed in. Sam almost covered his ears at how loud they were. Rachel was rambling about the reception, saying it should be here at the loft, while Santana was urging Britt to buy the first one she tried on.
"Your boobs looked amazing," she said.
Quinn nodded. "I agree. Plus it was the best shade."
Rachel shushed them. "Ladies, we can't talk about it!"
Brittany squinted her blue eyes. "Why not?"
Rachel motioned to Sam on the couch. He pretended he hadn't heard a thing. The floorboards creaked and suddenly Sam's lap was occupied by his fiancé. He grinned up at her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "How was shopping?" he asked.
"Rachel says we're not supposed to talk about it." She pretended to zip her lips shut. Sam chuckled and kissed her sweetly. He didn't notice the others come over, but eventually Rachel had squeezed between the boys with her bare legs hanging off Puck's lap. Her jean shorts cut off around the thigh and Sam noticed his friend's hand running up and down the tan skin.
Sam looked to his right and saw Santana and Quinn curled up on the small chair. Santana's head occupied the space near Quinn's collar bone and they looked content in each other's arms.
"Who the hell put on the Brooklyn Nets game?" Santana asked.
Puck rolled his eyes. "It was pretty good till you got here Satan."
Quinn shot her ex a dirty look. "Let's put on something else."
"Like what?" asked Sam.
Rachel grinned. "What about-"
"No more Funny Girl!" the group shouted, including Puck.
Rachel pouted. "Fine, then what do you suggest?"
Sam thought for a moment. "What about Avatar?"
The group was silent then everyone started to nod. Brittany kissed his cheek then went to fetch it from their bag.
"How long are you guys staying here anyway? Your cuteness level is going to make me throw up," Santana said.
Sam smirked. "Just a week. And if we're going to talk about cute, let's talk about you cuddling with my ex."
"And mine!" Puck pointed out.
Brittany came back and the movie was put in, quieting everyone down. Rachel drew the shades so the group was covered in darkness. Sam gabbed part of the blanket Puck and Rachel were using and covered Britt's legs with them. He secured a grip around her waist and started humming the opening credits loudly.
"Sam!" his friends exclaimed.
