𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 • Sam Evans

𝟑𝒙𝟎𝟖: 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

*NARRATOR'S POV*

The Sectionals week had finally arrived and for both the New Directions and the Troubletones the nerves were starting to show. However, while Shelby's team was rehearsing a million times a day trying to perfect their numbers, the glee club was still struggling choosing the songs for their setlist.

Mr Schue and Finn were passing music sheets like maniacs, desperately trying to find the perfect song that, despite making them win, could help improve everyone's mood.

But it wasn't working. And Finn was exhausted.

"Sectionals is in our auditorium for the first time since 1963" he said frustrated, trying to channel his anger into words.

"Too much talking, not enough looking for songs for Sectionals" the teacher sighed. "We need to do something upbeat".

"Mr Schue, maybe we need to concentrate on our performer problem before we set our setlist" the quarterback suggested, walking up and down the room. "I mean, at least the Cheerios can dance. We need star power".

He went silent for a moment. A brilliant idea quickly came to his mind. He knew exactly what they needed.

"We need Sam Evans".

"Sam transferred" Mr Schue reminded him. "His whole family moved. We don't even know where he is".

"He's in Kentucky" Finn explained excited. "It's just across the border from Cincinnati, about a four hours from here. Even homeless people have Facebook"

Mr Schue, still skeptical and with doubts, was starting to look more convinced about it.

"What's your plan?" he asked, giving up and succumbing to Finn's crazy ideas.

"Leave it all to me, I know what to do" he stated. "Just make sure nobody knows, especially Roxy".

"What?" Me Schuester asked confused. "Why?"

"Just don't let her know, okay?" he asked again and, when his teacher nodded agreeing, he breathed calmly. Now he only needed a plan to convince the boy who broke his kiddo's heart to come back and help save his beloved glee club.

...

*ROXY'S POV*

Where was Santana? I had been looking for her for what seemed like a year. I needed to ask her for some help in a part of the choreography and a little vocal coaching that, in any case, I would have asked Mercedes for, but she was busy trying to make Sugar understand that we couldn't go on stage with dresses made of money.

I was actually happy with the results of the numbers. It was nice for once to be organized and not to procrastinate everything. For once I was feeling a hundred percent calm. Well... Let's leave it at eighty-five percent. No worries about figuring things out at the very last minute was really good and, for the two songs we were performing, Brittany, Santana, Mercedes and me had equal solo moments. Everything was kind of nice because, even though I missed my friends, I felt like I had a professional teacher for once.

Where the hell was she? Come on, I'd looked everywhere. I walked a little more through one of the last hallways I had left and heard her voice coming out of the... choir room? Huh? But she was the one who didn't want any of the Troubletones to be or even talk with the New Directions! I panted and directed my steps to the choir room.

"Santana I-" I started, but what I saw shut me up. He was there. Sam was here. At the choir room. At McKinley High, not in Kentucky. Here, seven steps away from me. My hands suddenly lost all their strength and the music sheets I had been holding ended up on the floor as a million memories and thoughts run through my mind at the speed of light. The first kiss, the first date, the laughs, the tears, the heartbreak... How handsome he looked at that moment and, despite all the suffering, I just wanted to run to his arms again. But, above all that, how amazing and ridiculous it was that we first met in the choir room and now we were there again, in the same old music room watching each other for the first time in... six months?