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Title: Perfect
Fandom: Glee
Main Character: Sam
Chapter: Five
Warnings: I think most everyone's figured out where this is going now, so it doesn't spoil anymore: Eating Disorder
Summary: He's going to be the perfect student, the perfect football player, the perfect singer, the perfect brother, the perfect boyfriend and he will have the perfect body. He will be the perfect teenager. The perfect son.
He's fairly certain that he's the only guy on the team who woke up this morning thinking 'Thank goodness this is the last day of this.'. It's only four thirty in the morning and he honestly has no idea how he's going to make it through the day. Yesterday was a miracle, today is going to have to be an even bigger one. He quickly gets himself ready before focusing on finishing the mound of homework he was given the day before. He thinks that if he wasn't so tired, he likely could have managed to get more done last night. However, there was nothing that could have been done then, so he focuses on the fact that after today he will actually have more time to sleep and to work on his homework and he manages to finish with a little time to spare.
Sam loves it when he makes scrambled eggs for breakfast. Not only does it generally make the kids happy, but it's just about the easiest meal to pretend he's eaten a lot more of when Jessica comes into the kitchen. He spends about five minutes weighing the pros and cons in his head before deciding allow himself a cup of coffee. He's going to need all the help he can get today to stay awake. He's at the table with his coffee and what he has carefully arranged to look like the last few bites of a big breakfast when his foster mother walks him.
"Sam, I've told you that you really don't have to do this every morning." she tells him.
"I don't mind, really. I like cooking." he says.
It's not exactly the truth, but not a lie either. Cooking isn't his favorite thing in the world, but he doesn't really mind doing it either. He eats a piece of toast and the eggs left on his plate while Jessica drinks her first cup of coffee before going to wake up the children. He quickly rinses off his dishes before putting them in the dishwasher and heading to put the clothes he'd washed earlier into dryer. Aiden stumbles out of his bedroom behind Seth as their foster mother goes to wake the girls and Sam hurries into the kitchen to make a plate for Aiden to avoid the mess that would result if the sleepy six year old tried to do it by himself.
The rest of the morning continues in the normal chaotic way that it always seems too. Luckily, Seth actually knows where his shoes are for once and they are able to avoid searching the house before they leave. Sam is dropped off first and he nearly winces when he realizes that if he doesn't want anyone else to hear what he tells Quinn, he's going to have to skip his morning workout and find her before school starts. He promises himself that he'll make up for it this weekend. He'll work it in somewhere.
It doesn't take long to find her, she's exactly where he thinks she will be, in the gym with the other Cheerio's listening to Sue give some rather frightening instructions. He waits by the door for a few minutes before Sue releases the girls and then he walks over to Quinn, forcing a smile.
"Good morning." he says.
"Good morning to you too. Are you actually breaking your schedule for once?" she says with a bit of a smirk.
He hadn't realized he was that obvious. Though, he supposed anyone who spent much time with him would end up noticing. Well, anyone that wasn't Finn.
"I um ... I need to talk to you." he manages to say as he motions towards an empty corner of the gym.
She looks worried as she follows him and he feels guilty even though he can't think of a better way to do this.
"Sam?" she questions once he stops walking.
"I ... I didn't tell you the truth when we first meet." he says.
He realizes that was a bad sentence to start with when he sees her face.
"I mean about the boarding school!" he quickly adds.
"Why?" she says, looking confused.
He decides to just get it over with.
"Because I didn't want anybody to know that I'm a foster kid." he tells his girlfriend.
There's a moment of silence before she looks at him and gives him a half smile.
"I don't care about that. You're still Sam. You're still my boyfriend." she says before she kisses him.
He closes his eyes in relief. That went about ten thousand times better then he had thought it would. It still doesn't quite compute that she doesn't care.
"Really? I was - I mean, I thought you'd be mad at me." he admits.
"I'm not mad. I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about. But I understand having something you don't want everyone to know. I know that if I was in a new school, I wouldn't want everyone to know that I had a baby last year." she says with a bit of a blush.
"Hey! Anybody who would give you a hard time about that is just a jerk. Nobody does right?" he asks.
"You know, I could you the same thing." she counters.
"Quinn..." he prompts.
"Fine. Sometimes. But it's nothing I can't handle." she says with a sigh.
"You shouldn't have to handle it. I'm really sick of all the idiots in this place." he declares.
"Aren't we all." she comments.
"I just wish there was something we could do." he says.
"I know, Sam. We all do. So, was there any reason that you decided to tell me this morning?" she asks, changing the subject.
"Yeah. My littlest foster brother - Aiden - let it slip that they were planning on surprising me by showing up to the game tonight." he tells her.
"Really? Can I meet them?" she asks.
Well, he knew that was coming. He just hopes it won't draw too much attention to them.
"Sure." Sam says.
"So, you said Aiden is your youngest foster brother? You have others? Can you tell me about them?" she asks.
Sam spends the last few minutes before heading to class telling his girlfriend all about his foster siblings. By the time he's done, he's almost excited for her to meet them.
Sam took excessive notes in all his classes, he knew there wasn't a chance he would remember anything otherwise. He's relieved that Quinn seems to understand and avoids the topic of his foster family at lunch. They keep the conversation to the game and their date that night. Sam enjoys the break from his classes as he lapses into his usual routine of listening to his girlfriend while he pushes his food around his plate.
By the time he makes it to Glee, Sam feels like he's already running on fumes. He' forcing a smile and running through more old routines with as much energy as he can manage. He figures that his acting skills are getting extra practice. Mike quickly shows him the old dance moves and he picks up the songs fairly quickly. Mr. Shoue has them stop early and asks them what they fell they could improve on. He writes down the many suggestions (most areom Rachel) before he tells them that he wants them to narrow their song suggestions down to one song each. Rachel is horrified.
"The reason I'm saying this is because I want you each to perform your suggestion for the class." he says.
Surprisingly, Tina's the first one to comment on that.
"What if our suggestion is for a group number?" she asks.
"You can either tell the class that you would like the song to be performed as group number, or you can see if you can get some of the others to sing it with you." he answers.
Finn was beaming excitedly and looking around at all the other boys as Tina simply nodded.
The first thing Sam notices when he shows up for their final practice is that Coach Beiste has ordered pizza for the whole team. Approximately half a second after that, Finn happily runs past him towards the boxes. Sam bites back a groan. There's no way he's going to get out of this one.
"Come on, Sam! It's good! It's still hot!" Finn says, waving a piece of pizza at Sam.
"I'm going out to dinner with Quinn after the game." Sam tells his friend. He's not going to lose this battle without putting up some kind of fight.
"Yeah, but that's forever away. You should eat before the game. Come on!" his friend insists.
"I'm really ok ... I'll eat a big dinner with Quinn." Sam says before he realizes that he's getting some rather odd looks from his other teammates. "Oh, fine." he says with a sigh as he grabs a piece. He had wanted to actually have some free time Sunday but that was out of the question now. At this rate he'd be spending every spare moment making up for today.
He does his best to keep an eye on Artie, who's looking a little bit too excited for it to only be about the game. Sam is fairly certain that he's figured out where Artie's going with this and while it could be worse, it's still not likely to go over well. At all. Though Sam has managed to get away with only eating one slice of pizza, all of it is gone in an alarmingly short amount of time. Coach Beiste begins to give a pre-game speach and Sam tries his best to listen while reminding himself that if he can just make it though the game and the date, he can actually sleep in tomorrow.
The game had been going surprisingly well when Coach called them back to her after the second quarter. Sam saw it coming before it happened. Artie glanced at Karofsky and then headed towards him faster then Sam would have thought possible. If Karofsky's yelp didn't draw the crowds attention, the solid minute he spent hopping around the field did. Sam had been right. Artie had decided to go for public embarrassment - and if the look on Karofsky's face was any indication, they were definitely going to have to put Puck's "secret service" plan into action after this.
Sam decided that it was a very good think Karofsky took football seriously, because if looks could kill he was certain that Artie would have been killed at least twenty times during the rest of the game. The rest of the boys in Glee were looking rather nervous as well. Most people would have assumed that with most of the team being that distracted it all would have gone downhill, so when they actually managed to win Sam decided that it was apparently a day for miracles.
Author's Note: The end feels rather ... choppy to me but I litterally know nothing at all about football. I hope you guys liked the rest of it!