Sam was walking down the empty halls on his way to the choir room. Football practice was over and he remembered that he left his history notebook after glee. Not that he was going to study or anything; he just liked to have it with him, just in case he ever had the sudden urge to sniff a textbook or something.
When he got to the door, he instantly heard noises from the inside. Not the usual sounds of someone rehearsing or shoes scuffing the floor from dancing. It sounded more like, weeping.
Always the curious one, Sam hesitantly opened the door, and made sure it shut quietly behind him. First, he looked at the piano, but no one was sitting there. Then his eyes immediately went to the back of the room, where Rachel was sitting in the back row, face in hands, crying.
Sam honestly didn't know what to do. He was really bad when it came to other people's emotions, and that was on a good day. Before he could move his feet to make a stealthy escape, Rachel looked up and saw him standing there, hands in his pockets, as awkward as ever.
Sam didn't say anything and neither did Rachel, they both simply stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak. The air was so tense it could have been but with a knife and Sam was sure he heard a cricket just for emphasis.
"Uh, hey Rachel," the blonde boy said, breaking the silence. "Are you okay?" Sam internally kicked himself. Of course she wasn't okay. She was clearly upset about something and now she probably thought he was being an ass.
Rachel didn't answer quickly. She looked down into her tear soaked hands and nodded. "I'm fine."
Normally Sam would have accepted the answer, got what he needed, and left without another word, but he picked up an immensely sad sound in the brunette's tone. Something in his gut told him that he couldn't just leave her there, alone.
"No, you're not," Sam said, walking up the few platforms to sit next to her. "I may not be good with helping people with their feelings, but I can tell that you're not fine."
Rachel sighed, wiping her hands on her skirt as a sorry attempt to dry them.
"Tell me what's wrong."
Rachel took a good look at Sam. She liked Sam. He, as well as Lauren, was the only ones that didn't make fun of or laugh at her; mainly because they haven't been in glee club as long as everyone else and didn't really have a reason to.
Nevertheless, he was a good guy.
"It's just…I always thought that Finn and I would stay together. We were perfect for each other. How could he go back to Quinn? She cheated on him and got pregnant. How could he not be done with her after that?"
Sam cringed at the thought of Quinn being pregnant. It was honestly something he just couldn't vision about his ex-girlfriend. He especially hated the thought of Finn and Quinn together, mostly Finn.
"Rachel, you and Finn were not perfect," he said.
Rachel wiped a tear from her cheek, "I'll have you know-"
Sam cut off the elaborate defense he knew she was about to give, "Finn brought out the worst in you Rachel. You know it just as well as everyone else."
Rachel, drained and upset, didn't have the energy to argue. Sam was right, her and Finn weren't perfect. If they were, she'd still be with him.
"I guess I was so committed to thought of us being together that I was blinded to what our relationship really was," Rachel confessed. "Forced and broken."
By this time, Rachel was done crying, her tears dry on her puffy face. Sam nodded, feeling good about getting through to someone as stubborn as Rachel. The whole drama with Finn and Quinn had been starting to make his head hurt. Luckily, he had the perfect way to make himself, and hopefully Rachel, feel better.
Sam stood from his seat and walked over to the piano. Sitting on the bench he started to play around with the keys. Rachel looked at him with a hint of curiosity. As far as she knew, Sam could only play the guitar.
"I didn't know you played the piano," Rachel said, walking to the front row and sitting in the center seat.
Sam continued to play, "I never really had the chance to play yet. Ya'll can't really handle all of this swag I be possessing."
Rachel laughed, finding Sam's twist in dialogue hilarious. She slowly swayed back and forth the soothing song. It didn't take until she realized that she recognized the song he was playing. It sounded a lot like-
"Are you playing Beauty and the Beast?"
Sam immediately stopped playing and removed his hands from the keyboard. "Uh, no."
Rachel stood and walked over to him. "Yes you were. I'd know that song anywhere."
Sighing, Sam focused on the keys, upset that he had let himself get so absorbed in playing that he absentmindedly started playing one of his favorite songs.
He looked back to an interested Rachel, "Can I tell you something, that you won't, like, tell anyone?"
"Of course Samuel. I was never one to go about telling others personal matters. If you wish to confide in me then please, make no hesitation in doing so."
Sam nodded before taking a breath, "I love Disney classics. When I was a kid, I would watch them with my mom all the time."
"That's nothing to be ashamed of."
Sam disagreed, "Yeah it is. If people around here knew I was still into Disney, my life would be hell."
Rachel traced her fingers over the keys. "That may be. I won't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me, Samuel."
Sam smiled at her. He didn't understand why everyone was so mean to her. Sure she was bossy and self-centered and acted like a diva on her good days, but that didn't mean she deserved to be treated the way she did. If anything she should be praised for all of the ambition she displayed.
"Mind if I join you?"
Sam patted the open spot on the piano bench next to him, which Rachel thankfully accepted. He allowed his fingers to play, starting the song over. Rachel took the opportunity to include her vocals.
Tale as old as time, true as it can be.
Barely even friends, then somebody bends.
Sam smiled at the sound of her voice. Any sense of tension that was once in the room melted away.
Just a little change. Small, to say the least.
Both a little scared, neither one prepared.
Beauty and the Beast.
Rachel nudged Sam in the arm. He continued to play but knew what she meant by the gesture. He joined in.
Ever just the same, ever a surprise.
Ever as before, ever just as sure.
As the sun will rise
Rachel placed her head on Sam's broad shoulder. His eyes shot open at the contact, not expecting that from the girl at all.
Tale as old as time, tune as old as song.
Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change.
Learning you were wrong.
Sam closed his eyes and enjoyed the interaction. When he turned his head, his nose caught a hint of the brunette's hair. It was Vanilla.
Certain as the sun, rising in the east.
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme.
Beauty and the beast.
Rachel lifted her head and looked at Sam, who still had his eyes closed. He opened them to see a huge smile plastered on her face. He had to admit, her smile was beautiful.
"Our voices go well together," Rachel commented.
"Yeah, they do."
Rachel looked at the clock and frowned. It was later than she thought it was. "I should go home. It's getting late."
Sam nodded, "Do you need a ride home?"
Rachel already had her bag on her shoulder and was calling her dads to pick her up. She canceled the call and answered, "Sure."
Sam gave a goofy smile and gathered his things, including his history notebook. "Okay, let's go. I have a history test I need to study for."
The two walked down the halls side by side. Rachel's books were tightly held over her chest while Sam lazily had his book bag strap hanging over his shoulder, jiggling his keys with his unoccupied hand.
"Hey Sam?" Rachel said, breaking the silence, "What happened with you and Santana?"
Sam looked down at the floor, "You know how Santana is. Once she gets what she wants, she'll dump a guy with the drop of a hat." Sam wasn't actually sad about the Latina breaking up with him mere days after asking him out. She was like that with anyone she 'dated.'
"No offense, but I didn't think you two would go anywhere anyway."
Sam chuckled, "Yeah. She only asked me out to get Quinn jealous."
When they got outside, Rachel was surprised to see her dad's car already parked in front of the 'Visitors Only' sign. She looked at Sam. "It looks like I won't be needing that ride after all."
Rachel's dad honked the car horn, letting his daughter know where he was. "Is that your dad?" Sam asked, though he already had a pretty good idea on who it was.
"Yes. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
The shorter girl turned, but before walking away, she turned back to Sam.
"Thank you, for raising my spirits, Samuel."
Sam smiled, "Anytime."
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