i sat with sam on the steps eating lunch.

"are you taking anyone to prom?" i asked, breaking part of my cookie in half and handing it to him.

he shook his head no,"not so far. i'm not even sure i could afford it. and my siblings need to be taken care of...i just don't think i can."

i frowned. he had recently told me about his financial situation, so quinn and i had been over helping.

"i get it. but we'd all really love to see you there." i half smiled placing an arm on his shoulder.

"yeah, we'll just have to see. but hey, for nationals, do you wanna do a song together for nationals?" he suggested.

i smiled, getting excited by the idea,"obviously i do. ever since we sang i heard your voice in a dream, i'm convinced we're like musical soulmates or something."

he laughed,"our voices go together, huh?"

"i think so." i nodded.

"well alright then, after prom?"

"after prom." i confirmed the plans. he held out his pinky, really solidifying our commitment. i linked my pinky with his and he grinned.

i remembered something i meant to talk to him about something,"oh! yeah, also can i just say, kurt coming back immediately after he lost regionals? is that suspicious to anyone else?"

sam knit his brows together,"huh. yeah, that is weird."

"i mean, i know kurt wouldn't do that...the timeline is just a little convenient if you ask me."

•

i stood with sam at his locker,"so you can come over tonight, right?"

i nodded,"course i can. it'll give us a nice opportunity for me to run a song by you."

sam grinned,"really? i'm excited. how'd you write it so fast?"

"i've had it for awhile," i admitted, watching as rachel walked in our direction,"i wrote it for regionals, but didn't show it cause we did a five person thing."

"oh, awesome. yeah, we can look at it tonight."

i nodded and smiled,"i'll bring over my keyboard."

rachel arrived and leaned against the lockers to watch the interaction.

"hey." she smiled.

"why are you talking to me?" sam questioned, shutting his locker.

i'll admit, even i was a little confused.

"can't i say hello?"

"i guess. i just- santana told me never to speak alone with you, because you would try to steal all my gold."

i furrowed my eyebrows wondering what that even meant.

rachel looked a little offended, but brushed past it,"um, okay. anyways, i got you this," she held a three pack of chapstick,"i know everyone's always making fun of your lips, but i think they're cute and worth weather-proofing."

"thanks..." sam trailed off taking the chapstick in his hands.

"so considering we're both single, and i think your lips are cute...i was wondering if you would go to prom with me."

i raised my eyebrows looking at sam to see what he was going to say.

"as in your date?"

"yeah."

"no." he said bluntly.

i laughed causing both of them to turn in my direction.

"sorry," i gave an awkward look,"continue."

"sorry, rachel. you're not my type. thanks for the lip chap."

rachel looked a little embarrassed, but walked away with her pride.

sam turned to me,"do you want some chapstick?"

i laughed,"actually, yes."

•

i sat with mike in glee club, waiting for it to start. i had my sheet music out for the song i was gonna show sam today.

"i like the harmony here." he pointed to a line.

"oh, thank you! i'm really-"

"what the hell is this, dude?" finn stormed into glee and immediately went for sam's throat.

we all turned our attention to watch to show.

"what blondie former cheerleader is having a secret moonlight motel rendezvous with another big lipped blondie?" sam read from the muckraker.

"what? where does it say that?!"

santana then walked in, yelling at brittany for telling everyone she played for the other team.

"what a good day this is." i commented causing mike to laugh.

"so much drama. the muckraker is doing its job well."

"yes it is." i nodded, trying to figure out who to watch santana or finn.

finn ended up storming out.

"i mean, he didn't kick over a chair guys. not sure he's actually that mad, i wouldn't worry." i said to the room causing a few of them to laugh.

but some of them were too caught up in their own drama to understand a perfectly good joke.

•

i sat in the motel with kurt, sam, and sam's siblings. we were looking at my sheet music.

"okay, full disclosure," i started, feeling the need to tell the room,"i wrote more than one song."

sam laughed,"covering your bases?"

"exactly," i winked,"but yeah, so perfect harmony is more of a slow cutesy romantic little thing. but me and you against the world is like fast paced and dance-y so that if he wanted to put in mike and brittany again, i've given him to opportunity to do so. it's more of a rock type song."

"well, let's hear these songs!" kurt hit my arm.

"yeah, stevie! sing us a song." sam's little sister, stacey, begged.

i looked down at her,"anything for you. sam?" i looked at him expectantly.

sam nodded. i handed him the sheet music and grabbed my keyboard.

"okay, so we're gonna do perfect harmony because i'm not one hundred percent done with me and you against the world."

"sounds good."

i started to play the keyboard diving right into the song. (song above)

(italics- stevie, underline- sam, italics and underline- both)

when i first saw you, didn't know what to think
but something about you is so interesting
i could see me and you being best friends
the kind of friends that finish each other's sentences

when i cant think of the right words to say
i just sing oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
come on and harmonize with my melody
and we'll sing oh, oh, oh
ain't it a perfect harmony?

i would've never thought i'd be here with you
to start a friendship that is so brand new
it's so amazing, i have to say
never met someone that had so much in common with me
now i can look into your eyes all day
and just say

oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh

i wanna harmonize with your melody
and we'll say

oh, oh, oh
ain't it a perfect harmony?

sometimes in your lifetime,
you look and you search for someone just to care

look around and it was there
and we didn't need to go nowhere
when i can't think of the right words to say
the right words to say
i just say oh, oh, oh
oh, oh, oh
come on and harmonize with my melody
and we'll sing oh, oh, oh
ain't it a perfect harmony?

you got me,

i got you

i got you,

you got me

yeah, you got me,

i got you

a perfect harmony

"i love it." kurt clapped.

"thank you." i smiled and checked the time.

"oh, kurt we should probably go." i told him.

we got up and sam walked us out, hugging both of us before we left.

•

"you guys, i'm telling you, kurt wouldn't cheat on blaine."

we sat at the lima bean, discussing what was happening with sam. quinn and i shared a look, wondering how far their minds would wander.

"well, stevie was there too. why don't you tell us what you guys did?" rachel asked flipping the conversation on me.

everyone had their eyes on me. i looked at them like they were all stupid.

"that's none of your business. you guys just need to mind your's and stop with the theories." i rolled my eyes.

mercedes narrowed her eyes at me,"yep, she's hiding something." she concluded, sitting back in her chair.

"threesome?" puck looked at me.

my eyes went wide,"i'm with jesse!"

"yeah, and kurt is with blaine, and quinn is with finn. didn't stop them." puck shrugged.

i scoffed, not dignifying that with a response.

"it's like the rumors album," rachel interjected,"performers have this, love the one that your with mentality. i mean, look at all of us, all the different combinations we've had. finchel, puckleberry."

"tina cohen-chang chang." tina added.

"artittany."

"pizes."

"guys, we're sitting over her squabbling for what, a rumor?" finn questioned.

"finn's right. we need more information."

"i don't wanna get into it, but all i'm gonna say is: sam's not gay." quinn said simply and walked away.

•

finn and quinn sang their rumors song, but it was incredibly awkward. they looked like they hated each other, even though their voices did pair nicely together.

as they finished, they grabbed onto each other, but only because they felt like they had to.

"okay, nice job guys. might wanna try to smile a bit more the next time, though." mr. schue advised.

rachel then, of course, stuck her nose where it doesn't belong,"yeah, it was lovely, but i prefer quinn's performance of lucky with sam better. since you and sam have become closer lately, maybe you should do duets more often."

i rolled my eyes. she's so full of shit.

"where is sam? stevie, quinn, and kurt are all here so we know he's not doing the dirty."

"i know what you're doing," quinn bowed up to rachel,"you want finn and i to stop singing together so you can sing with him."

"frankly, yes," she said causing me to look at her with wide eyes,"finn and i have amazing proven harmonies-"

"okay, but you guys can't blend at all." i interjected.

"what?" finn asked me.

i gave him a 'duh' look,"soprano with a baritone, it's just- there's no blending."

rachel shot me and angry look,"well when it comes to nationals, i think it makes more sense for him to be paired with me."

"well, it's not happening. not as long as finn wants to be with me."

finn looked surprised,"wait i thought this relationship was about trust."

quinn turned to look at him,"oh i trust you. i just don't trust her." she shut daggers at rachel.

"quinn you can't mandate who gets paired up with who. vocal adrenaline doesn't need any help from us."

"my relationship comes first. i'm sorry finn, but if you wanna be with me: no more songs with her." she walked out of the room.

i smiled brightly, they just make it too easy for sam and i to get our spot.

"she said what she said. period." i said, mostly as a joke, but also as a statement of fact

•

i watched in disgust as rachel sang a love song to finn. it was go your own way, but she was still getting ready to hop on finn's dick.

i raised my hand as she finished,"yeah, hi, um don't you think it's a little uh...bitchy to sing a love song to quinn's boyfriend, when she's been extra clear about not wanting you involved with her relationship?"

quinn smiled at me,"yeah, i have to agree."

"you guys are such hypocrites! you're cheaters who cheat in cheap motels with sam!"

i scoffed,"how many times do we have to say, nothing is going on?"

"enough, guys." mr. schue held his hands up.

"you know, i blame sam for all this," santana started but then looked at rachel,"and rachel, i blame her too."

"what did i do?" she asked.

"i'm sure you did something." santana shrugged.

"why doesn't sam have anything to say about this?"

"guilt." puck answered.

i watched as sam just sat there, having to deal with all this shit being thrown at him.

"seriously dude, what you're doing is not cool. they all have boyfriends." artie condemned my bottle blonde friend.

"shut up! i'm not messing around with stevie or kurt or quinn or anyone!" sam stood up and faced everyone,"they're just helping me."

"oh is that what we're calling it now?" mercedes muttered.

"hold on," schuester silenced everyone,"what do you mean?"

"kurt was bringing me clothes. stevie and quinn were helping me babysit my brother and sister."

"why were you in that motel?"

"cause that's where i live now." sam said causing the air to suck out of the room.

i frowned, upset that it had come to this.

"my dad lost his job a couple months ago. so now we live in that motel in one room. are you happy? the truth is out." sam spat and walked out.

i rolled my eyes and stood up to go after him,"you guys suck."