Hello Gleeks!
So you guys won't believe this, but I have been planning this entire fanfic for the past week. Like every episode from "Duets" to "Dreams come true!" The complete Hevans rewrite! Right now, I'm on "Opening Night" in Season 5! I'm so excited for you guys ro read what's to come! I can tell you, it's very wholesome! I hope it'll be worth your while!
Also, yes! I changed the name of this book to "Our song" because I think it fits better! Because in this story, I made Sam a swiftie, which was actually supposed to be Sam's guilty pleasure in the episode but they changed it! Later in this book, they make a reference to Taylor's song "Our song," so I tnink it suits them!
Enjoy!
Sam Evans may not be the brightest guy around, but he has always been good at seeing the truth in people. He knows when someone has something up their sleeve. When he first met Quinn Fabray, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Now, he can't help but question her trust.
He's not blind. He's been seeing the way she looks at Finn. Gossip spreads like wildfire around this school. Much more than his last school. He knows Finn and Quinn used to be a thing. He can see it in both of their eyes.
His thoughts were interrupted by the bells going off. Signifying the end of Glee club.
A kissing booth?
Finn is setting up a kissing booth?
It took all of Sam's might not to face palm at this. What kind of fool does Finn take him for? Lucky for Sam, this is the perfect opportunity to test Quinn's trust.
Sam is back at being the Golden retriever at this school. He has the looks, the friends, the popularity, the status, now he just needs to keep the girl. He's sick of always wanting what he can't have.
He felt his grip tighten on Quinn's hand. Making her look towards him. He stood as tall as possible, trying to regain the confidence he once had.
It's okay though. He has it all!
Does he?
"Blaine, I have an exam to study for!" Kurt whined as he was pulled in the Warbler room. He was surprised to see them all gather around. Taller in the back, shorter in the front. "I know! I know! But I have something for you!" Blaine smirked and he looked back to see a familiar Warbler approaching with a bouquet of flowers. Roses. Kurt's favorite.
Kurt smiled, gracefully as he took the bouquet. His heart fluttered but something deep inside stopped his insides from going full force. He mouthed a "thank you," but Blaine already began singing.
Kurt sat in the nearest chair, watching the performance in peace, His eyes started to tear for some odd reason. He could only dream of a moment like this. He always dreamed of finding this perfect prince who would serenade him with roses, but now, it doesn't feel as satisfying. Is it him? Is it Blaine? Why doesn't this feel like his fairytale?
As the Warblers took their final stance, they stood there. Kurt snapped out of his thoughts, forgetting they were expecting him to react somehow.
Kurt smiled brightly and clapped his hands though the bouquet.
Blaine smiled and faltered a bit. What Kurt didn't know was that Blaine noticed Kurt's mood change. Very rapidly too. What's more romantic than singing him a love song? Nothing.
The boy let the other Warblers know they were free to go, and he went over by Kurt.
"Did you like the performance?" He asked. Kurt smiled and held his hand on his own. "It's better than I would have expected."
So what was Kurt expecting, Blaine thought.
Blaine didn't forget about the other night. About what he said to Kurt. The sentence that has three words.
I love you.
Blaine still hasn't gotten those words said back to him. Was it too soon? His brother always told him, communication is key. Why can't Blaine say how he feels? He wonders if Kurt even heard him. It was very loud, but Blaine has noticed a shift in behavior since that night. Maybe he crossed a line.
Or maybe it wasn't him at all.
"Are you excited about tonight?" Blaine asked. Completely dropping the fact that he just sung his heart out to a boy he loves.
They had a performance at "Breadsticks'' tonight for Valentine's Day. They've been practicing for weeks. "Very. I'm excited to see everyone."
It's always someone else.
"Was I pitchy?" Blaine just straight out asked. Kurt looked over at him in confusion.
"Excuse me?" He asked, unsurely.
"My voice. Was it off key? Cause I know you didn't like it."
Kurt got up slowly from his chair and looked Blaine in the eyes. Eyebrows furrowed.
"Blaine, tell me what's wrong." Kurt asked in a gentle voice as Blaine rose to his feet too.
"I want to know what's wrong with you, Kurt. What do I have to do to prove my love for you?" He asked, desperately.
There's that word again. Love…
Kurt looked at him in despair. Blaine is perfect. He's done no wrong, but somehow, it's still not perfect. Kurt desperately wants to know the reason. Blaine doesn't deserve this.
"You already did, Blaine. I loved the performance. You sounded great as always. I'm just stressed with school. Nothing to be concerned about." Kurt smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. It never did. He just saw the rise and fall of Blaine's chest as he breathed deeply.
"Okay." Blaine exhaled. There's no use in auguring. Kurt took out about five flowers from the bouquet he was holding, and gave them to Blaine, as a "thank you."
Blaine blushed and held the flowers. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend with a smile.
As they were released, Kurt looked down. A smile was still on his face. Not since Blaine first sang "Teenage dream" when they first met. The song wasn't even dedicated to him, but It felt like that to Kurt.
Now, it doesn't matter.
It really didn't.
Kurt flinched at the sound of the bells. The school bells. The boy noticed Blaine biting his bottom lip. Something Kurt noticed Blaine did when he was frustrated. Kurt couldn't leave him like this. He tried his best to give him a genuine smile, but leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He guesses he just doesn't like Valentine's Day…
"Welcome back, Sam! What's going on, today?"
Another day, another therapy session.
Sam Evans always considered himself as a very confident person, but how, he's starting to question himself truly.
He doesn't understand why Mrs. Pillsbury made him see this therapist. He didn't know his issues were so bad…
She is the only one who knows his secret.
"Nothing really." He said with a small smile. Trying to be polite. He had his hands folded in his lap. His knee jerked up and down, anxiously. He never knew how to start these things off.
"Do you have any plans for Valentine's day?"
He hated that question. He didn't know how to answer it.
"I uh…" He swallowed. "I'm going to breadsticks with my girlfriend. We're watching a Glee club perform." Sam simply said. Dr. Delmira sat up more in her chair and smiled. "That seems fun. Are you excited?" She asked.
It was a reflex to say, "Yes, of course." But he knew that wasn't quite true. "No." He simply responded as he looked down at his jerking knee.
"How come?" She leaned forward in her chair to give the boy her full attention.
"It's the Warblers." He sighed.
Dr. Delmira sighed as well. She remembers hearing about that Glee club, and who was in that Glee club. No more explanation needed
"How do you feel about that?" She knew it was a basic question, but it's always a good conversation starter. From her years of counseling, she knows that it could make the patient over analyze their deeper demons. If they have any.
Sam inhaled deeply, eyelids heavy. "How do you think I feel?" he snapped. He's always been taught to respect your elders, but something came over him. He hates this feeling and he knows she's here to help, but he didn't think he needed any help.
"I'm sorry." He sighed. "I didn't mean to snap."
"You don't need to apologize, Sam." Dr. Delmira responded. Clipboard still in hand, but glasses folded away in her front shirt pocket. "It's okay to be frustrated. Is that how you feel? Frustrated?" She asked once again. Voice gentle.
Sam just scoffed at this question. "Frustrated. Annoyed. All of it." his voice was so low, it must have come out as a grumble. He didn't even know if his therapist heard him at first.
"Any particular reason?" She leaned in closer to give him her full attention, but Sam didn't know if he wanted it yet. It made him squirm in his chair.
"Kurt," Sam muttered. His eyes are getting glossy. "always Kurt".
Dr. Delmira then grabbed her glasses again and nodded. She stared at the boy across from her, biting her lips. She clicked her pen as she nodded. Her pen squeaking against the notepad.
"Are you still with Quinn?"
Sam looked up at this question, completely taken back. He didn't want to tell her, but he had to. He made an oath, but it'll make him sound like an awful person. He just knows it.
"Yes." He sighed. He's just a jerk. Thinking about someone else while dating someone. His parents raised him to be respectful. Not to be a two-timer.
"Are you happy with her?" She asked, face full of concentration. Sam bit his lips once more.
"I think so."
"You think so?" She questioned, not quite liking that answer. That's never a good answer when it comes to your feelings about someone.
"She's beautiful." Is all he says. That's all he could think to say. What's more to it? She's a cheerleader, and she's beautiful. That's all that matters, right?
"I'm sure she is." Dr Delmira replied. Not knowing how else to respond. "Do you guys get along?"
"Yeah," Sam said. "We sang a song in Glee and a song at a competition and people said we had great chemistry." He smiled at the memory. The first time he went up on stage. It was exhilarating. He couldn't even dream of something like that to happen, and it did.
"There is a difference between Musical chemistry and romantic chemistry."
There was another long pause. Sam didn't know how to continue his thoughts. His hands were shaking and his chest was beating. He doesn't have a clue what could be wrong with him.
"Should I be medicated?"
If Dr. Delmira was drinking something, she would have spit it out then, but Sam looked dead serious. She fixed the glasses on her face. "What?" She asked.
"Should I be medicated?" He asked again, slower. Not understanding that she wanted clarification, not for him to repeat it. "Why do you think you need to be medicated?" She asked. Generally curious as to why this boy thinks this.
"You get medicated when there's something wrong with you, right?" He asked, his leg still bouncing up and down from nerves. "Obviously something had to be wrong with me. For not liking the girl that people would kill to be with. For not feeling the way I should feel—"
"There's nothing wrong with liking a boy, Sam."
There was silence in the air, and the atmosphere was stiff. Sam inhaled as quietly as possible. Dr. Delmira's hands started shaking now too.
"I'm sorry, Sam." She sighed quietly. "I shouldn't have said that–"
"I have to leave now." Sam began to politely dismiss himself. He inhaled, and rose from his seat. He grabbed his bag and went for the door.
"Sam." She spoke, quietly but firmly. Sam was already holding the door handle but now, he stopped. He froze and didn't look back. Just stopped to listen.
"Will you give me five more minutes?" Her voice was mainly a whisper now. Sam bit his lip for the billionth time this evening, and very hesitantly, walked back over to the sofa, and sat down. She is being paid for the whole hour.
Dr. Delmira smiled as he sat back down. "I've noticed a lot from previous sessions how you talk about Kurt." was all she said.
She could see the anger and fear behind his eyes. He hated this. He hated this struggle. He wants it to be over.
Sam flinched as Dr. Delmira touched his hand gently. He never felt physical contact with one another. He thought they were not allowed to touch their patients. He looked up at her and saw the sincerity in her eyes.
"You don't have to come out tomorrow, or even a year from now…" She began "But you know Kurt won't judge you for it."
He knew what she said had to be true, but his eyes told a different story. Doubt. What if Kurt will judge him? Especially since he's been with girls?
"What better time to tell him how you feel than on Valentine's day?" The tough therapist smiled as Sam finally looked up. He gave her a crooked smile.
He's always thought of himself as confident but this is making him weak.
Valentines day.
What a perfect day to perform a love song!
Sam was now sitting in the Glee room, conspiring as to why Quinn looked so relieved and… happy when she kissed Finn at that kissing booth.
Sure, it wasn't cheating. He allowed her to do it, but he knows she didn't cheat on him. She wouldn't. That doesn't mean she doesn't still have feelings for him. He knows what it's like to be hung up on an ex, but he can't compete with someone like Finn.
But does he want to? Maybe this is his sign to leave Quinn, but she's so beautiful. Who in their right mind would leave her?
He noticed Quinn sitting by his side. She looked like crap. Her hair was matted to her forehead in sweat, and she was shaking. Her body curled up in herself, trying to conserve her body heat. Her face was pale as well.
"You okay?" He asked Quinn, as she sniffed slightly and barely looked in his direction.
"Yeah." Her voice was low and raspy but she still didn't look in his direction. He placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort and felt her burning up.
He was going to ask for her confirmation, until he heard someone else in the glee room sneeze. It was loud and obnoxious. Nothing like Quinn.
He noticed the quarterback himself in the front row. He was farther away, but Sam could notice his stance as well. Sweat, bags under his eyes, greasy hair from the heat of his burning forehead.. He couldn't even keep his eyes open.
What's the odds they would both be sick at the same exact time…
Before he knew it, Tina was up in front singing her song to Mike. When did she get up there?
The performance was… awkward to say the least, especially the part where she started bawling. Sam looked over and Quinn, who still looked miserable, as did Finn.
"Wow, that was powerful." Mr. Shue commented, as he went to help Tina off the ground. "Maybe a little too powerful."
Powerful? Passion?
Maybe Kurt wants to see a performance like that.
Well, without the crying.
Maybe Kurt needs to hear some passion from him. A light bulb flashed above his head as he grinned.
His thoughts were interrupted when Finn raised his hands to excuse himself, and almost immediately after, Quinn did the same thing.
Sam side- eyed Quinn, and patted her back some more.
"Let me guess, you have a sore throat, glands are swollen, and you're feverish." Santana smirked as she looked back and forth between the two sick teens. Sam stopped his back rubs and swallowed.
"It sounds like you have mono," Santana mentioned. "also known as the kissing disease."
Sam's head shot up at this, as he couldn't help but look at Quinn in shock. His breath caught in his throat.
Maybe that's why Quinn wouldn't look him in the eye.
"You know what really helps spread it? Tongue. Which is weird because it sounds like Quinn has it too." Santana looked fairly skeptical. Having a sense about what really happened.
"I was there when they kissed." Sam butted in, his mouth still dry. "It was only a peck."
"Why don't we stop talking about this and Finn and I go to the nurse." Quinn sighed as she got up from her seat, slowly.
Sam doesn't know if he liked that response. Why didn't she deny it? Why didn't she deny cheating on him with Finn?...
It was Valentine's night and Sam was finally headed to breadsticks. He's only been there a few times. The first time was with Quinn when they won their duet competition. He asked his girlfriend if it was okay if he went to breadsticks today without her and thank God she said yes…
He still doesn't know the truth from her but he knows she isn't a cheater. She can't be.
But he's also glad that she's not there so she won't hear him talk to Kurt…
Speaking of the boy, he could see him front in center, setting up the microphone.
It's crazy how all the Dalton boys are dressed the same but Kurt always manages to stand out…
"Kurt!" Sam shouted. He saw Kurt look in many directions because his eyes landed on the blonde boy. His face lit up, which pleased Sam. Atleast he was as happy to see him, as Sam is.
"Hey, Sam!" Kurt giggled as he walked over to him. He stood about two feet away, not going in for a hug this time, but still looked pleased to see him.
Kurt also noticed Sam had his infamous guitar strapped around his back. This made Kurt raise an eyebrow, but he didn't comment on it. He wasn't the one who was going to perform.
"I'm glad you could make it." Kurt smiled, gratefully.
"Me too." Sam smiled back.
He knew it was now or never. He had to break the ice. He just had to. The song he chose wasn't even a love song. He just wanted to show his passion to this boy, maybe that will open his eyes.
Here goes nothing…
"Can you stay afterwards? I want you to hear—" He was cut off by another Dalton boy. A boy that Sam did indeed recognize. His slick gelled, dark hair, his short frame, his bright smile. He felt slightly intimidated by this shorter fancy boy.
Sure, he was a good looking guy, but that doesn't mean he should be intimidated, right?
Then that private school boy left but not before giving a firm kiss on the cheek.
For the second time that day, the air was caught in his throat. What made it worse was how Kurt leaned into it. He smiled and blushed after the contact.
"Sorry. You want me to hear what?" Kurt continued but Sam had to shake his head to hear clearly. He swallowed as Kurt waited for an answer. Not seeing the issue here.
Sam tried to come up with an excuse but it was pointless and just said, "Good luck." before turning around.
He remembered Blaine asked him out during Christmas time, but this confirmed to him that they were in it for the long haul. As official boyfriends.
Was it a bitch move to not stay? Probably. But after the day he had, he had to. He didn't even stop to see Kurt's reaction after this, but the boy just stood there. Looking confused.
Wishing that Sam would stay, but atlas, he didn't. He left.
Yeah…
Valentine's day sucks…
