This is such a perfect song, it is called Anywhere by Evanescence. I have a link for it on youtube below, it's so beautiful. Please read and review!
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Sam twitched nervously in his seat during Glee, feelings of anxiety and anticipation battling inside himself. Mr Schue was talking raptly about some mash up or something, but he didn't really care. It was all he could do to remain seated and not run out the room vomiting. The only thing keeping him remotely grounded was the one hand clawed to underneath his chair, and the other digging its nails into Puck's palm. Puck was wincing slightly, but seemed to endure the pain.
"Relax, dude," Puck soothed, thumbing circles on Sam's fist. "It's gonna be fine."
Deep down of course Sam knew that. This room's population had to be the most caring people outside of his immediate family. There was no doubt the friendships made would not falter, and impressions would not decline, simply due to their relationship becoming public. It just helped for someone else to tell him that it would, to try and silence the quiet but persistent voice in his head dreaming up all the near impossible scenarios that could happen.
They could retch, and then he would be banned from glee.
Puck yells "PSYCHE" halfway through his part of the song and high fives Finn, throwing him in the dumpster.
Miss Sylvester announces on the PA his new sexuality, and a particular brand of free-range eggs to ditch at him.
"Ow!" Puck whispered hoarsely, trying not to distract Mr Schue. "Stop digging into my hand, you're nearly drawing blood."
"Sorry."
At that moment there was a timid knock on the door, and Miss Pillsbury entered. Mr Schue blushed, smiling bright. "Hello, Miss Pillsbury. Uh, is it time already?"
She nodded, shrinking in on herself.
"Wonderful!" He clapped his hands together and looked and Sam and Puck. Sam quickly snaked his hand out of Puck's. "Miss Pillsbury informed me that instead of your regular session today, you'd prefer just to vent through a song?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah. And Puck's gonna help me, too."
"Well," he smiled encouragingly, "The stage is yours."
Sam rose, trying to ignore his jelly legs, and stood in the middle of the room with Puck. "Well, um, I-I-" He glanced at the faces sitting in stands. Mr Schue and Miss Pillsbury were sitting up, highly attentive, and clearly promotive. Everyone else was leaning back on their chairs and fairly nonchalant. He tried to calm his stomach, gulping air and clenching his hands into tight fists.
"Hopefully, this song can tell everyone everything they need to know." It seemed that Sam had spent a minute or two in silence, fixated on the audience. Puck intervened, and turned on the stereo. Sam was glad that Puck's part was first, because he didn't feel like opening his mouth just yet.
Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Puck's voice was mellow, distinct from the backing track on the stereo. Sam watched him, and he watched back. The two didn't break eye contact the whole verse, sincerity shining through Puck's vocals.
Take my hand
Puck extended his hand towards Sam. He looked down, the soft expression on his face radiating comfort, even so that Sam could momentarily forget his troubles and sing with his love. Sam took the hand, and was grabbed into a close embrace where he sang the chorus.
We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name
The couple was too entranced to notice that their audience was quickly piecing the puzzle together. They weren't doing so with any sort of criticism, just awe of the odd pairing. And perhaps empathy as well, because the song was just too cute.
I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one knows who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there
It was apparent in Puck's voice that he had been dying to do this reveal. Each word, each syllable was powerful, yet soft, fitting in perfectly with the soothing vibe of the song. His earnestness and sober expression remained a solid anchor for Sam throughout the performance.
We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where no one needs a reason
Puck's next lines were so filled with emotion that it was euphonious, and the tears started to prickle in the back of Sam's eyes. He was reassured of Puck's love, the confirmation of it was the most blissful feeling he could ever imagine. To know that someone could know of his past, and still help him to make a better future, was something that he had only dreamed of. His prior worries had all by disappeared, and he let himself be lost in the song.
Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you
Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you now
Sam grinned from ear to ear, allowing himself to finish the song and jump into Puck's waiting arms for an extended, romantic hug.
We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name
Puck pulled away, holding Sam's head so they were nose to nose. Sam exhaled with a smile, gazing deeply into Puck's eyes. They were interrupted by the applause of their audience, which brought them back to this world. Sam immediately, and somewhat painfully, remembered that he was performing, and turned around with great apprehension, only to be faced with admiration. He took a step back and soaked it all in – there was not one ounce of negativity in that room. His classmates, his friends, were just accepting. Plain and simple. Caring and genuinely accepting.
Flushing and elated, Sam blinked back tears again. He was too overcome with emotion to string a coherent sentence together, so he just breathed in the silence.
"That was incredibly brave, you too," Mr Schue smiled.
"I am so proud of you Sam," Miss Pillsbury said, fanning herself with her hand. "You too, Puck. That was beautiful."
"I don't think it makes sense," Rachel commented, causing the room to stare angrily at her. "What? I'm not against this at all – it's just that Puck's the biggest womaniser at this school."
"That's kinda true," Finn admitted with a furrowed brow. "I can't remember a day you didn't want girls."
Puck's expression turned to a deadpan. "For the last couple of months all I've wanted is Sam. We've been dating for a while. Take it or leave it." Rachel and Finn looked taken aback, but no one defended them.
"Maybe Puck just got bored," Brittany questioned innocently. "He's already dated every girl in the Glee club - now he's just moving onto the men." Tina coughed indignantly.
"Well I, for one," Quinn added with a hint of disdainfulness, "Don't think that this relationship should be scrutinised. As long as Puck and Sam are happy we should support them."
"Exactly, Quinn," Santana smiled. "Extra support if they let us watch."
"Okay, okay, that's enough. Thank you for that wonderful song, you too." Mr Schue said, reclaiming authority and sending the newly revealed couple to their seats.
Sam collected his books and closed his locker. Behind the door was Santana, who he was mildly surprised to see. She tended to seek him out whenever something new happened in one of their love lives. He liked to think of them as kindred spirits, looking to each other for guidance, but he was pretty sure she was there for personal gain and personal gain alone.
"Hey Sam," she greeted. Brittany was behind her, muttering below her breath and counting on her fingers.
"Hi Sam," she said absently, flicking another finger up.
"She's trying to come up with a couple name for you and Puck," Santana laughed.
Only then were Brittany's ramblings more coherent. Sam could just make out the conjoint names. "Puckevans... Spuck... Evanman..." She looked up with a smile. "I think I like Spuck."
Sam smiled in return, his eyes crinkling. "Yeah, I like it too."
"Anyway," Santana continued, becoming incredibly interested in her nails. "I just wanted to congratulate you and Puck. It's such a great thing you did." She looked up, more sober and honest. "I'm really proud of you, Sam."
Sam was surprised by how touched he was. "Thanks, Santana," he replied. He threw his arms over her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. She feebly resisted, before squeezing him tightly. "Bye now." She walked away, Brittany at her heels. The blonde turned back and waved energetically.
Sam held up his hand and did a small wave back. He tried to bite his lips to suppress his smile, but the corners of his mouth were permanently raised.
"Hey Sam!" Sam looked over his shoulder and saw Puck. This smile was definitely not going away. Puck wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders and they walked together. Sam felt a little concious of their surroundings, imagining lingering eyes that weren't there. He slowly and gently rolled out of Puck's grip, and they continued to walk alongside each other.
Puck raised an eyebrow, trying not to feel offended. "What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing." Sam found his scanning the corridor, and found Karofsky and Azimio in his vision. "It's just you're getting a little close."
Puck blinked once, somewhat harshly, and stopped walking. "Yeah, that's because-"
The look of absolute distress painted across Sam's face made Puck stop talking. Sam looked around quickly, trying desperately to act calm and normal. Puck grabbed his arm and made a beeline for the nearest empty classroom. He locked the door and moved away from the window.
"Sam," he put a comforting hand on the boys shoulder. He felt him relax, which was a good sign. "What's wrong? Why can't I say we're dating?"
"You nearly outed us," Sam said. He tried to remain as calm as he could, but the weight of the words weighed down on his being. "I'm not ready."
A flicker of annoyance, for the slightest of seconds, lashed across Puck's face, but it was quickly hidden again. A more pacifying Puck replied. "I thought we were out now, dude?"
"Not to the whole school," Sam retorted harshly. He took a deep breath. "I couldn't come out here, Puck, please understand."
Puck nodded. "I understand, Sam. I really do. But this is different. I'm here. You have a safe haven. This isn't like last time."
"It would be worse than last time," Sam choked. The backs of his eyes started to tingle, but he tried to ignore the sensation.
"What?" Puck was clearly confused, and getting less and less patient. Sam took a step back at the expression - he was so exposed, and Puck still expected more.
"What happened last time was done by my friends, Puck!" He shouted. He hushed quickly, glancing at the door to see if anyone had heard. "The people at this school aren't my friends. They wouldn't think twice about bashing me and leaving me in a locker for the weekend!" He exhaled, shaking. "I just can't do it." He looked up, hoping for an empathetic smile.
Instead, Puck seemed to be fighting with himself. He was huffing, trying to piece words together. "But-but I don't want to keep this hidden."
Sam blinked back tears. "But you have to."
Puck's jaw tensed. "No I don't. I can do whatever I want."
"What do you mean?" he croaked, shaking his head slightly.
"I've been helping you ever since I found out what you had went through." Puck's nostrils flared emphatically. "It's always been about you, Sam. You, you, you! And the second I want something in return you take it back straight away!"
Sam just stood, staring at Puck with abject horror. Puck tried not to care, but he softened a little.
"A relationship is about sacrifice," he said firmly, trying to keep an edge to his voice. "But I can't be making all of them." He turned on his and stormed out, leaving Sam to fall into a chair and break down.