And once again this story becomes far more Klaine centered than I intended. Ah well. I tried. Hope you enjoy anyway. I don't own the songs or the characters and also italics is Sam, bold is Rachel. Please review!
"Mom, could you get off my back," Sam cried, "Just this once!" Mrs. Evans narrowed her eyes at her son before raising her eyebrow daringly. Sam looked down at his shoes, before muttering an apology. Mrs. Evans softened and put Sam's test on the table,
"You are a better student than this, Samuel." The red D on the paper glared at him and he sighed heavily, plopping in the chair.
"I know mom, I just, I've been busy, and I have a lot on my plate. Mr. Shu has us doing an assignment plus booty camp, and football practice is full force, Coach Beiste is a beast, and plus it's senior years so all my classes are harder and I-" he buried his face in his hands. Mrs. Evans sat down next to him and pushed his blonde hair out of his eyes,
"Maybe that is the hint sweetheart that you are taking on too much. Maybe you should…"
"No!" Sam replied quickly, "I love glee club, it's the best part of my day, I'll do better, I promise." Mrs. Evans sighed softly and kissed her son's hair,
"I love you, Sammy." Sam exhaled heavily when Mrs. Evans left the room, groaning softly and hitting his forehead on the table top. Only ten minutes passed before demanding knocking came from the front door and Sam groaned louder, he had completely forgotten Rachel was coming over and wasn't sure he could put up with the diva for long.
"Ok I have everything planned out already." Rachel said as she pushed her way in, without being asked. "I am going to sing Practically Perfect from Broadway's Mary Poppins, my two favorite…" Suddenly she saw Sam and froze, "Are you ok?" Sam smiled slightly, almost forgetting that Rachel was actually a good person.
"Bad day, but continue," he offered, Rachel hesitated but nodded.
"So as I was saying Practically Perfect is the perfect song for me and it has some back up singing, so I figure you can sing that and…"
"Actually Rachel, I know what I wanna sing, and it will work great as a mash-up to that song." Rachel looked at him surprised,
"You know Practically Perfect?"
"Yeah, my sister loves Mary Poppins and when she found out they were doing a play she downloaded that soundtrack as well. It's her favorite song on there," Sam claimed, pulling up the lyrics for the song he would be singing. Rachel looked at it, before looking at him slightly confused but nodded,
"I can make this work," she agreed. Sam smiled, Rachel may be overbearing at times, but she was generally a good person.
-glee club-
Rachel reached out and took Sam's hand, smiling softly at him,
"You are a good singer, and let's have some fun, shall we?" Sam smiled. Rachel wasn't the type to want to have 'fun' for a performance, but when she was told why Sam was singing the song, she decided it wasn't about being the best for once. Rachel grabbed her umbrella and got into position, standing with her legs crossed at her ankles, her hands folding gracefully onto of the umbrella handle.
By the time the wind has blown
The weather vane around
I'll show you, if I can
No matter what the circumstance
For one thing I'm renown
My character is spit-spot spic and span
Sam looked down at the piece of paper he'd pulled out of his notebook, the D, and inhaled deeply.
Proud of your boy
I'll make you proud of your boy
Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma
You're in for a pleasant surprise
Rachel raised her nose snobbishly, though she had a warm smile,
I'm practically perfect
In every way
[Kurt]
Practically perfect?
Kurt asked with a look of disbelief, Blaine played along and rolled his eyes.
[Rachel]
So people say
Each virtue virtually knows no bound
Each trait is great and patently sound
Blaine let out a 'ha' though Rachel had planned this and didn't take it personally. Sam took his football in one hand and tossed it in the air.
I've wasted time
I've wasted me
So say I'm slow for my age
A late bloomer, Okay, I agree
Rachel motioned to her body from head to toe, grinning pridefully.
I'm practically perfect from head to toe
If I had a fault it would never dare to show
I'm so practically perfect
In every way
Sam pretended like he was going to start singing again, but then Rachel burst in front of him and continued.
Both prim and proper and never too stern
Well-educated yet willing to learn
I'm clean and honest, my manner refined
And I wear shoes of the sensible kind
She wiggled her shoes which were indeed sensible, and fashionable, but only because Kurt had taken her to get them. Sam moved her to the side and let his arms fall heavy to his side.
That I've been one rotten kid
Some son, some pride and some joy
But I'll get over these lousin' up
Messin' up, screwin' up times
Rachel took his hand, not at all in character, but she could see that Sam was hurting.
I suffer no nonsense and whilst I remain
There's nothing else I feel I need explain
I'm practically perfect in every way
Practically perfect, that's my forte
Uncanny singers are hard to find
Unique, yet meek, unspeakably kind
Sam put his free hand over his chest and puffed it out in determination.
You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part
Someone's gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you
Proud of your boy
I'm practically perfect, not slightly soiled
Running like an engine that's just been freshly oiled
I'm so practically perfect
In every way
Well, those are my credentials. Perhaps you have a few questions?
Kurt thoughtfully put his hand on his chin,
[Kurt]
Not temperamental?
[Rachel]
Never.
Blaine crossed his arms looking at her skeptically,
[Blaine]
Not grouchy or gruff?
[Rachel]
Oh, the very thought.
Rachel dramatically put her hand on her forehead,
[Kurt]
Will you stay tender
When the going gets tough?
[Rachel]
Quite the contrary.
Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer
You won't get a fight here, no ma'am
Say I'm a goldbrick, a goof-off, no good
But that couldn't be all that I am
It was then that both Rachel and Sam noticed Blaine flinching slightly and Kurt grabbing his hand. His boyfriend's hand seemed to be the only thing keeping Blaine from bursting into tears.
Some minor improvements may not go amiss
But at all times you must remember this
Water flows under the bridge
Let it pass, let it go
There's no good reason that you should believe me
Not yet, I know, but
[Kurt and Blaine]
You're practically perfect
In every way
Rachel knew without a doubt that neither boy was singing that to her, but rather to each other.
[Rachel]
I guarantee
[Kurt and Blaine]
Practically perfect
We hope you'll stay
They turned to Rachel, but only because it was planned that way, their hands remained tightly linked.
Someday and soon
I'll make you proud of your boy
Though I can't make myself taller
Or smarter or handsome or wise
Rachel looked at Blaine and considered stopping the song and telling Kurt to get him out, something was very wrong.
Each virtue virtually knows no bound
Each trait is great
[Kurt and Blaine]
And patently sound
[Rachel]
Patently sound
I'll do my best, what else can I do ?
Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you
Mom, I will try to
Try hard to make you
Proud of your boy
No one needed to tell Kurt to get Blaine out, he did it on his own, grabbing his boyfriend's hand and pulling him straight through Rachel and Sam and out the door. Neither singer minded, they all knew something had been bothering Blaine for a while and it seemed to only be getting worse.
I'm practically perfect, and here's my aim
By the time I leave here you both will be the same
You'll be practically perfect.
[Rachel and Sam]
You (We) will be practically perfect
In every way
Once it was over everyone applauded, smiling happily, though everyone knew their mind was on the couple that had run out of the room.
"Should we-?" Finn began, knowing that as much time as Blaine had spent at the Hudmel's before, it seemed there wasn't a day he wasn't there recently.
"No," Santana said softly, "Leave them alone." She intertwined hers and Brittany's fingers, knowing not every gay kid was as lucky as she was to have their parents accept their partners. Santana just had a hard time understanding how someone could hate Kurt as much as she knew Mr. Anderson did. She had the feeling something bad was going to happen soon.
Next chapter will be the last. FINALLY! I wrote the last chapter first, so it shouldn't be too long until it's up. Thanks for sticking with me. *heart*