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Chapter 2: Drag Melody

Sam was overflowing with emotions.

He knew his purpose of going to Lima, Ohio. He prepared himself (or so he says) from all the things that he's going to see. He just wanted to see her.

He attended McKinley High, getting a good feeling that she'd be there. He didn't join the football team or any club for that matter, except for the Glee club because other than the fact that they both used to join this particular club, music has been his sanctuary ever since she left. His first day was almost unbearable. His need to see her again almost blinded him from anything. He was very close, he can feel it. He made an acquaintance. That Asian guy Mike Chang, because he seems calm and relaxed. Someone who wouldn't mind other people's business. So he tried to ask him casually.

"Small girl with a skirt? Yeah I know her." Sam could feel his own heartbeat throbbing profusely. He ignored it and allowed himself to smile fondly. If she heard that, she would've corrected him with 'petite', not small.

"Why'd you ask?" the Asian said, snapping him out of his reverie. "Do you need to borrow her homework on your class?"

He just nodded, and Mike told him she was in Spanish with him, so he could borrow it for her.

"No!" he said too fast, surprising Mike a little. He cleared his throat, allowing himself to relax and correct his error.

"I mean you don't have to bother. I'll just borrow from someone else." That wasn't his best save, but he figured that'll do.

The Asian just nodded confusedly and never bought it up again. He knew he made the right companion.

Throughout the day, he was ecstatic. His head kept on turning around whenever he saw a brunette walking, which was one too many and he's getting a whiplash. He looked for the auditorium, just in case she'd be there. He found the place empty. He sighed, knowing he's just getting his hopes up.

As the hours pass by, he was beginning to get gloomy. A lot of girls were smiling on his way and at first, he tried to smile politely (while insanely hoping that one of them might be her), but as the day pass by, he began to think that going to McKinley High was the wrong move.

Last hour was Glee, and the teacher didn't need to hear his voice, he just read his profile and began to welcome him. They left his office and went to the choir room. He didn't bother looking at each of them, not wanting to get his hope for the day crash and burn. It's a shame, he was intending to introduce himself by quoting Seuss just like he always do, but he lost interest.

Mr. Schue (that's the teacher's name) asked him to take a seat. He saw Mike Chang smiling at him on the other side, but there were no available seats next to him. So he looked for an empty one. That's when he saw the brown-eyed girl that haunted his everything for the past five months.

The moment he saw her, his first instinct was to run up there and kiss her senseless, people be damned. But he tried (really hard) to gain his composure. He couldn't comprehend the look on her face. She didn't appear to look shocked, but rather in an odd, unexplainable daze which he had never seen before.

Just by seeing that, he knows she doesn't quite remember who he is. He snapped out of his stupor and walked up to sit at the last row, never keeping his eyes off her.

Rachel. She's finally here. She looks okay, and he knows he can't blame her but he felt hurt when she looked at him as if he's a stranger. Sort of. Throughout glee, all Sam did was stare at her back. Of not that, then he would stare into space, figuring out how to approach her later.

He saw how quiet she is throughout the hour and he wasn't used to that. The Rachel he knew was talkative, and focused, and bright. That bothered him a lot than he expected.

Mr. Schue dismissed them, and he pretended to be busy with his stuff to wait for her. Thankfully, most of the students were in a hurry of leaving the room, so she was the last one left.

He called her, and she asked on how he knew her name. Crap, he forgot. So he made some excuse that he wasn't sure she'd guy. He's too concentrated on talking to her than covering up his mistake.

"H-How are you?" was the first thing that he asked. His mind was overflowing with thoughts, questions, but he figured to take one step at a time. He's trying not to freak her out. He felt himself relax when she said she's okay. She means it, not covering up anything. She's okay, he thought. She's okay.

When she asked if Tennessee was any different from Lima, he tensed up. This is what he'd been afraid of. What did they tell her

He got his answer immediately. Home - schooled? They didn't say anything about Tennessee, not even a little about him. He thinks he deserves that much. The thought of Rachel not knowing him makes him want to break down on his knees. His resolve was crumbling down, and he was becoming desperate.

"Don't I look familiar to you? At all?" he's looking at her intensely, trying to find some sort of recognition in her eyes. Please let there be, please.

She looked at him, like remembering something unfortunate. She looked scared. He felt a pang on his stomach when she stepped back, away from him. Rachel wouldn't be scared him. She's never scared of him. She knows he would never hurt her. He tried to tell himself but it's no use because she took another two steps back.

"Wait," he said, trying to get her to stay put. "Wait Rach, please."

And then she blinked, like remembering some unrecognizable thoughts. She looked so unfocused that he was tempted to shake her arms. What's going on with her? He asked himself worriedly. This is not who Rachel is. She's bubbly, loud, happy and sweet. This Rachel scares him.

Then she staggered forward, as if her body was too much. He caught her instinctively and called her out in worry.

"Sammy?" she asked before passing out. He couldn't believe it. Did she really call him that? Does she remember?

So before anyone sees, he carried her bridal style and walked out of the school. That goodness no one was around. He immediately went to his Jeep, placed her on the back carefully, then searched for her stuff to look for her phone. He found it in her bag, looked for a contact, and dialed it.

"Hello? Rachel?" a man answered.

"Leroy? This is Sam." He said to the receiver. "She's with me now. I don't know where you live so you need to tell me how to go there. You've got a lot of explaining to do."

AN:

This chapter is in Sam's point of view, so the readers can see where he's coming from, and also to understand more the situation.

The title of the chapter is from Panic! At The Disco's song, "Nearly Witches".

I apologize for the grammatical errors and misspelled words. Thank you for all those who reviewed! If you like the story, please review! :D