~I recently fell in love with Sory! It's just too adorable to pass up! The best Glee couple if you ask me. I'm sorry I haven't been updating. I guess I got in trouble for writing my 1D story. It got deleted. So I've been suspended from uploading anything.~

Disclaimer: I own no one of Glee or any songs.

Warnings: Language? Just a little. Slash!

Sam and Rory were walking to Sam's old pick up truck. Sam had offered to give Rory a ride home after Glee club. Ever since Sam came back to school he and the little Irish boy had become the best of friends. They were inseparable. The two boys did everything together. You barely saw one without the other.

On the drive home they talked about the events that had happened in the club that evening.

"I can't believe Puckerman got so angry at Kurt for giving Finn a hug. I mean they're brothers."

Sam laughed, "Puck is. . .possessive of Finn. He means well. He's just. . .he gets so jealous of anyone who even comes near Finn."

Rory shook his head, "That must be very tiring on Finn's part."

"Yeah, he complains about it sometimes, but he loves Puck."

The truck fell into silence until Sam pulled up in front of Brittany's house.

"Well um, here we are." The blonde said.

"Yeah," Rory said softly looking down at his lap.

"You alright?"

Rory looked up at him, and smiled that smile that always left Sam breathless.

"I'm fine. It's just been a long day. Mr. Shue is really working us hard don't ya say?" He leaned his elbow on his door and rested his head in his hand.

"Yeah, yeah. He is."

Neither of them said anything after that. Sam looked over at Rory; he stared at him for a while. Ever since day one the blonde had been in love the Irish boy. He got a strange feeling when they met. It was different from when he was with Quin or Mercedes and when he looked into those beautiful eyes Sam's heart would stop. He had never in his life seen anything more amazing. Sam could look into them forever.

Rory looked over and caught Sam staring at him, he laughed and tried to hide his face in his hand.

"What?"

Sam wanted to look away, but he just couldn't. Instead he moved over a little closer to Rory.

"Sam? What. . ."

Sam pressed his lips on to Rory's.

'What is that? Electricity?' Sam thought. It's just like if they ever touch. When they hug or slap one another on the back.

Rory's eyes were wide. And when Sam pulled away he got a very good view of Rory's eyes.

"Sam," He whispered, "What? I - I. . ."

"Rory, I - lo. . .I like you a lot." He wanted to tell him that he loved the foreign boy, but Sam didn't want to put too much on him, although he already did with the kiss.

"Sam," Rory's voice broke and he looked away, "I - I'm sorry. I have to go." He opened his door and got out. Sam watched as he walked up the walkway, wiping his eyes with that back of his hands.

Sam let his forehead fall on to the steering wheel, hard, between his hands. He had scared Rory away, he had made him cry. That hurt most of all.

He had ruined their friendship. With blurry vision he drove to Hummel-Hudson home where he immediately went to his room and cried on his bed for hours. He even sent Carol a text message saying he wasn't feeling well so he wouldn't be having dinner. No, he just wanted to be alone. He kept replaying the whole ride to Brittany's house over and over again.

Sam couldn't help but wonder what Rory was doing. Was he still crying? Oh no, Sam hoped to everything he wasn't. Was he angry? Maybe punching something to take his anger out. What was Rory Flanagan doing? What was he thinking?

At the Pierce home Rory had entered the house and was instantly met with Brittany's voice, "Leprechaun? Is that you? Rory Leprechaun," She skipped into the room but her smile fell when she saw him leaning against the front door, tears streaming down his face.

She walked up to him, "Leprechaun? Your face is wet." She ran gentle fingers over his left cheek.

"What wrong? Why are you sad?"

Rory would have smiled, he loved Brittany like a sister. She seemed like a six year old trapped in a sixteen year old's body.

"Br - Brittany." He whimpered and she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight.

They sat down against the wall with her hugging Rory and him crying into her shoulder.

"It . . .S - Sam. . .h - he kiss. . .kissed me."

"Our Sam? In glee club?"

Rory nodded.

"What did he say? What did you do?"

"He said liked me. . .a - a lot. And I. . .I just didn't know what to do. I told I had to leave. I love him Brittany."

"Then why don't you be with him? I don't understand."

"It's so hard and complicated Brittany."

"Tell me."

Rory and Brittany talked until Mr. and Mrs. Pierce came home and they went up to Brittany's room where they layed in her bed talking and cuddling more.

She did her best to make him laugh, but she only managed to get a small smile out of him. He fell asleep in her arms that night.

The next morning he awoke with a terrible headache from all of the crying he had done the night before. He quickly changed his clothes and fixed his hair. Brittany was in the bathroom, dressed in her Cheerios uniform, she was brushing her hair and putting it into a ponytail.

"Oh hey," Her face brightened up when she saw his reflection in the mirror, "Leprechaun! Good morning! Are ready?"

He nodded, "Yes."

Her smile got bigger, "Alright then. Let's go!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him downstairs and to her car. Fear swept over Rory as the school came into view. What if he ran into Sam? He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the head rest.

When Sam awoke the next morning his eyes burned. He walked to the bathroom and splashed water on them, it didn't take away the pain. He threw on some clothes and drove himself and Finn to school. Kurt had driven his car over to Blaine's to pick him up.

Finn noticed how tired and worn out Sam looked. Sam rested arm on his door with his arm bent up and his head leaned heavily on his hand.

"Hey, Sam? Buddy you alright?"

"I did it." Sam stared straight ahead.

"Did what?"

"I kissed him. I kissed Rory yesturday when I drove him home." He pulled into the school parking lot and parked his truck.

"You did? How did he take it?" Finn feared to hear the answer."

"He um, he cried Finn! I made him cry! He said he had to go and left. He was crying! How could I . . .I mean. . . I can't believe I did that to him." He closed his eyes and a stray tear fell down Sam's cheek.

Finn layed a hand on Sam's shoulder, "No Sam. Don't blame yourself. Rory is just probably confused right now. Just talk to him today, alright?"

Sam couldn't help but smile, leave it to Finn to try and find the best in everyone. He was always so happy and loved everybody.

"Okay," Sam whispered, "I'll try."

The whole day Sam tried to find Rory. They had one class together, P.E. He looked in the locker room to find Rory had already dressed out and his backpack was leaning against his locker. They had to run track today. Sam tried to keep up Rory, but Dammit he just couldn't.

When did Rory get so fast?

"Rory!" Sam called.

Rory didn't turn around or even give the slightest movement that he knew Sam was calling his name. So Sam pushed himself and ran faster.

Rory couldn't talk to Sam now. He just physically and emotionally couldn't. Memories from the day before haunted him and hot tears sprang to his eyes. It blurred his vision and he tripped over his own feet. He hit the ground.

"Oh my God Rory! Are you okay?" Sam ran over to him and helped him up. The palm of his left hand was skinned and so was his leg; all the way from his knee to the middle of his shin. Blood ran down his injured leg.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He winced when he put his weight onto his leg.

"Here let me help you." Sam put his hands on Rory, but Rory shrugged them off.

"I'm fine Sam. It's okay. Thank you. I'm going to um, I'm going to go the infirmary. I'll see you later."

Sam watched as Rory limped across the track to Coach Beiste. He wanted to break down and cry right there on the track. He wished he never kissed Rory yesterday. He wanted his friend back.

"EVANS! MOVE YOUR ASS! NOW!" Beiste bellowed.

Sam started running again.

Sam and Rory bumped into one another trying to enter the Glee club.

"Sorry." They both mumbled.

Sam noticed Rory's bandaged hand, "Um, how is your um. . ." He pointed to Rory's hand and leg.

"I'm fine. The nurse patched me up."

Sam grinned, "Good. That's good. Listen Rory I. . ." Sam was interrupted by Mr. Shue.

"Sam, Rory come on." He smiled as he stood in the doorway.

The two boys walked into the room and instead of sitting next each other like they always did Rory sat down next to Brittany who gave him a small smile and hugged him and Sam sat down next Finn.

"What happened to Rory? He's limping." Finn whispered to Sam.

"I was trying to catch up with him on the track and he fell. He hurt his leg and hand," Sam sighed, "This isn't working out."

"Don't give up. You know as Gleeks, we sing." Finn said in a suggestive way.

"Are you trying to tell me that I should sing to Rory tomorrow?"

Finn leaned back in chair, "Maybe. I've sang so many songs to Noah and he sang for me too."

Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "What do I sing?"

"That my friend, is up to you."

This was going to be a very long night for Sam. When he got home he immediately grabbed his guitar and his Ipod. He looked through each and every song until he found the perfect one. He stayed up half the night learning each note and chord.

Rory was laying on his bed reading, trying to get his mind off Sam when Brittany knocked on the door and came in. She was smiling like there was no tomorrow. She ran and jumped on his bed.

"Britt! What are you doing?" He laughed.

She giggled and sat criss cross, "I got something for you!"

He sat up, "What? Why?"

"Because you're my best friend Leprechaun Rory. Hold out hand and close your eyes!" She practically squealed.

He laughed and did as he was told. He felt something cold press around his wrsit.

"Okay open them."

He did so and looked down at his wrist. There was a thin metal chain. It was connected to a flat rectangle and in the middle was a four leaf clover.

He smiled, "I love it Brittany!"

She held up her wrist as well, she had the same bracelet but in hers was bright pink heart, "It reminds me of unicorns."

He burst into laughter and pulled her into his arms as they layed down.

"Thank you Brittany. I will always wear it."

"Your welcome Leprechaun. I'll always wear mine too. And this way when you go back home to Ireland you can still have a little piece of me." She layed her head on his chest.

He tightened his hold on her and her words repeated over and over in his head, 'Home, Ireland.'

He wanted to go home, because he missed his family, he missed his parents and his brother, but then he made a second family here. He would miss the new friends that he had made here, and most of all he would miss Sam.

The next school day went much like the last; awkward, so much tension was built between Sam and Rory. They each had to walk on egg shells around the other.

When it was time for Glee club to start Sam had never felt this nervous in his entire life. He got there before anyone, even Rachel, to talk to Mr. Shue.

When he walked into the room with his guitar case in hand, he saw the teacher stacking sheet music on the piano. He looked up, "Oh hey Sam. What are you doing here so early?"

"I was wondering if I could maybe sing a song today Mr. Shue. Please? It's really important."

"And would this song be for Rory?" He smiled.

"Uh How. . .?"

"I may have a butt chin Sam, but I'm not blind," He chuckled at his own joke, "I see how you two. . .look at each other."

"Rory looks at me?"

"All the time."

Sam smiled his big smile for the first time almost two days, "Can I sing the song?"

"Of course you can."

Other people started piling into the room, Rory being the last one in the room. Sam bent down and took his guitar case.

"Sam has song he would like to sing." Mr. Shue said and took the seat on the other side of Finn, the other being occupied by Puck.

"This song is for someone very special to me."

He began to strum on his guitar.

"Empty spaces fill me up with holes
Distant faces with no place left to go
Without you within me I can't find no rest
Where I'm going is anybody's guess

I tried to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete

He walked over to Rory and continued to sing.

Voices tell me I should carry on
But I am swimming in an ocean all alone
Baby, my baby
It's written on your face
You still wonder if we made a big mistake

Sam stared into Rory's beautiful blue eyes. Rory had a look of shock on his face.

I'd try to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete

I don't mean to drag it on, but I can't seem to let you go
I don't wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go (alone)

Sam stopped playing and got on his knee and took Rory's uninjured hand in his, never breaking eye contact. Sam could see the tears well up in Rory's sparkling eyes.

I'd try to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete

Incomplete

There was clapping and cheers from their friends, but Sam payed no attention. All that mattered was Rory.

"Rory," Sam began, "The other day when I kissed you, I wanted to tell you that I love you and I want to be with you. Without you in life I'm. . .well I'm incomplete," He chuckled nervously. "I love everything about you Rory. I love how smile all the time, how you're so nice and polite to everyone, and I love your eyes. They're beautiful. I love you so much. Rory Flanagan, will you do me the honors of being my boyfriend?"

"Sam," Rory whispered, "I would love to, but the reason why I left you in your truck the other day was because I'm going to leave. At the end of the year I'm going back home, to Ireland. Then we'll never see one another. I love you Sam. I want to be with you more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life, but this can't possibly work out."

"It will and can work! Dammit Rory I love you! Please? We'll work something out! I can fly up and see you or something I - I'll get two jobs if I have to in order to pay for my plane tickets. Just please be with me. I need you." With each and every word it was getting harder and harder for Sam to speak. He didn't want lose Rory. He couldn't. The blonde boy was getting choked up.

"Okay."

Sam's head shot up, "What?"

Rory smiled, "Alright. Let's try this."

It was Sam's turn to smile, "Do you mean it? You'll be my boyfriend? We can be together?"

Rory nodded. Sam stood up, pulling Rory with him. He kissed Rory's lips. They broke apart because they heard more cheering and clapping.

They smiled at each other and looked around at their friends nervously.

"What? It's not like we're going to hate you. I mean with Klaine, Pinn, Brittana, and David and Sebastian over at Dalton and me and Rachel. We're like one big gay bunch." Quinn said squeezing Rachel's hand.

Everyone laughed.

"Don't forget about Mr. Shue and that hot dentist." Santana commented.

Mr. Shue turned bright red, and he cleared his throat, "Okay guys! Let's focus now. I think that we should sing . . ." He continued to talk, but Sam and Rory didn't hear a single word. They were too busy staring at one another. Sam's hand held on tightly to Rory's uninjured one.

Sam leaned over and whispered into his boyfriend's ear, "I love you. I'm so happy."

Rory smiled and Sam's breath hitched.

"I love you too Sam. There is no words to describe how I feel right now. Although I still can't help but to think what's going to happen at the end of the year when I have to leave." He looked down sadly at their intwined hands.

Sam squeazed Rory's hand slightly, "Don't worry. We'll think of something. Let's just enjoy today, alright?"

"Sounds good to me."

Sam chuckled softly and captured Rory's lips in his own.

~Long? Next chapter will come soon! I promise! Only one left to go! Reviews?~