Babysitting
Title: Babysitting
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Stevie, Stacy and Dave. No pairings.
Rating: G
Warning: NONE!! NO SWEARING. IS THIS REAL LIFE??
Notes: Written for this prompt on the glee_fluff_meme . Not the best thing I've ever written, but I loved the prompt too much.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
Quinn had thought the noise had been Azimio slamming kids into lockers again, but then she realized that it wasn’t the same familiar sound. She wrinkled her forehead in confusion and, against her better judgment, she peered around the corner and saw Sam hitting his blonde head against his locker.
“Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.”
“Sam?” she approached him. She put a hand gently on his arm. “Sam, are you okay?”
He lifted his head. “I can’t go to Nationals,” he said.
“Okay, look, Sam.” She crossed her arms. “I know you don’t like that we’re paying for this trip, but you don’t have a choice. The Hudmels already paid for the plane ticket, and the Berrys are perfectly willing to pay for the hotel-”
“Y’know how my parents are at a job fair in Dayton? And Mrs. Lancaster from church was supposed to watch Stevie and Stacy while I was gone?” Sam asked. “Her husband filed for a divorce and kicked her out, so now she’s living with her sister and her sister’s five kids.”
“Oh god, Sam…” she bit her lip. “Is there anyone else?”
“Not on such short notice,” Sam said. “I would need…a miracle, basically.”
As if on cue, Dave Karofsky approached the blonde exes. “Sam, can I talk to you?” he asked.
“Bite me,” Sam retorted. Today was not the day to mess with him.
“Pastor Michaels told Dad what happened with the Lancasters-”
“Am I the last person in the entire church to find out?” Quinn asked.
“He has offered to take the kids for the weekend you’re at Nationals.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “I would rather drink battery acid.”
“Sam!” Quinn thumped his arm.
“I get it, okay?” Dave asked. “I don’t exactly want two kids in my house for a week. I was just told to offer.” He turned and walked away.
“You could’ve been nicer about it,” Quinn said.
“Oh, please,” Sam said. “It’s not like Dave Karofsky has fragile feelings.”
“Sam,” she said. “I’m just saying maybe you should consider it.”
“Absolutely positively no way.”
“What other choice do you have? We leave in two days. Where are you going to find someone to babysit them in two days?”
“It’s not gonna happen.”
But deep down, he knew she had a point.
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“Here are their clothes…” Sam felt oddly self-conscious as he handed a beat up duffle bag of his sibling’s clothes to Paul Karofsky. “Now, umm… Stevie’s lactose intolerant. He’ll try to trick you into giving him mac and cheese, but he’ll get really sick if you do, so avoid that… And you have to check under Stacy’s bed for Randall from Monsters Inc. at night, otherwise she can’t sleep.”
Paul nodded. “You can trust me, Sam,” he said. “We’ll call if we need to.”
I trust you enough, Sam thought to himself. Your son, however…
He shook his head a little before nodding. “Never hesitate to call,” he said. He swallowed hard before turning to his siblings and squatting down in front of them.
“You guys be very good for Mr. Karofsky,” Sam told them. “Call me if you need anything and I’ll come straight home, okay?”
“We’ll miss you, Sammy,” Stacy said, clutching her Barbie doll.
“Go kick some butt!” Stevie said.
Sam smiled, forcing back tears. “C’mere.” He bundled both children up in his arms and kissed both of their heads.
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As soon as the plane landed, Sam dug his phone out of his carry-on bag found Paul Karofsky in his contacts.
“Hello?” Stevie answered the phone. The sound of his little brother’s voice instantly made him relax.
“Hey, Stevie…” he said. “How are you and your sister doing? Are you guys okay?”
Just then he heard a shriek in the background and he instantly recognized it as Stacy’s.
“What’s going on??” Sam asked. “Stevie??”
Then he heard Dave on the other end shouting. “I’m gonna-”
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Sam looked at his phone to see “BATTERY LOW. TURNING OFF” in large letters on his screen.
“Oh no,” he muttered, starting to panic. “Crapcrapcrapcrap - SANTANA!” He ran to where the Latina stood in front of the baggage carousel, looking for her suitcase. “Let me borrow your phone.”
She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “Why?” she asked.
“I need to call Karofsky,” Sam said. “He’s with my siblings and I need to make sure they’re okay.”
“Why don’t you use your phone?” She rolled her eyes.
“Because it’s dead, now let me borrow it!” Sam said.
“Can’t help you, fishlips,” she said. “I never got Dave’s number in my phone.”
“You were dating the guy!!”
“Okay number one, desperation does not suit you well. And number two, I just didn’t see any reason to get it from him, okay?”
Sam groaned in frustration and walked off.
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“And one, two, three-and-four!” Will chanted, clapping the rhythm. “One, two, three-and-four!”
It was almost like a typical Glee club rehearsal. Mike, Rachel, Tina, and Brittany dancing flawlessly as if they’ve rehearsed this particular dance since they were five, Artie doing the best to mimic their basic movements in his wheelchair, Kurt, Santana, Quinn, Mercedes, and Puck not giving two fucks, and Finn derping it up in the way only Finn could.
However, Sam was distracted with the mental pictures his brain was giving him of the sadistic things Karofsky was doing to his little siblings.
What if he was torturing them? What if he was treating them like his slaves? What if he wasn’t letting them eat? What if he ignored Stacy when she started missing their parents and started crying? Or what if he convinced her that they were never coming back. Or-
“OW!”
Sam quickly realized he had stepped on Kurt’s foot and turned. “Crap, man, I’m sorry!”
Kurt looked at Mr. Schue with a very annoyed look. “How much longer until we can get him home?” he asked.
“C’mon, Sam, focus,” Schue called. “Let’s start from the top! And one, two, three-and-four!”
Two more days, Sam chanted to himself. Two more days.
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“Thanks for the ride!” Sam said. He didn’t even wait for a response from Mike before he scrambled out of the car and to the Karofsky’s front door. He knocked quickly, debating whether or not to just bust in the door, but before he could, it opened. Suddenly all murderous urges faded at the sight before him, and it took him a moment to process.
Dave Karofsky was a large, intimidating guy. (Now, Sam thought he was far more intimidating when his fist was in your eye but that was another story.) But he looked more like a teddy bear now, with glitter in his hair, fingerpaint on his arms, a Lisa Frank sticker on his nose and eyes red and puffy.
“Uh… do I have the right house…?” Sam asked. “I was kind of expecting… ancient torture devices and blood.”
“SAMMY!!” Stacy shrieked, running past Dave and clinging to Sam’s leg.
“SAM!” Stevie was right behind her.
“We missed you!” Stacy said.
“I missed you guys too,” Sam said. “What happened?”
“Dave was watching Lion King with us!” Stacy said. “He started crying!”
“Okay!” Dave said quickly. “No need to tell him everything. You guys go pack up your toys, okay?”
“Awwww,” Stevie whined, but they both let go and raced to the back room.
The two teenagers stood there in awkward silence for a moment.
“Look,” Dave said. “Can you just… not tell anyone about this? I don’t want everyone to know I was…crying at a kid’s movie.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” Sam said. “I do the same thing. Mufasa gets me every time.”
Dave smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
“And… I’m sorry for thinking you were torturing my siblings,” Sam said.
“It’s cool,” Dave said.
It took about half an hour, but after Stevie and Stacy gathered their things and Sam finally convinced them to come home with him, he turned to Dave.
“Thanks again for watching them,” he said. “I owe you.”
“No problem,” Dave said. “They were actually fun to hang out with.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll see you around school,” he said, before walking out with the kids.
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Stevie, Stacy and Dave. No pairings.
Rating: G
Warning: NONE!! NO SWEARING. IS THIS REAL LIFE??
Notes: Written for this prompt on the glee_fluff_meme . Not the best thing I've ever written, but I loved the prompt too much.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
Quinn had thought the noise had been Azimio slamming kids into lockers again, but then she realized that it wasn’t the same familiar sound. She wrinkled her forehead in confusion and, against her better judgment, she peered around the corner and saw Sam hitting his blonde head against his locker.
“Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.”
“Sam?” she approached him. She put a hand gently on his arm. “Sam, are you okay?”
He lifted his head. “I can’t go to Nationals,” he said.
“Okay, look, Sam.” She crossed her arms. “I know you don’t like that we’re paying for this trip, but you don’t have a choice. The Hudmels already paid for the plane ticket, and the Berrys are perfectly willing to pay for the hotel-”
“Y’know how my parents are at a job fair in Dayton? And Mrs. Lancaster from church was supposed to watch Stevie and Stacy while I was gone?” Sam asked. “Her husband filed for a divorce and kicked her out, so now she’s living with her sister and her sister’s five kids.”
“Oh god, Sam…” she bit her lip. “Is there anyone else?”
“Not on such short notice,” Sam said. “I would need…a miracle, basically.”
As if on cue, Dave Karofsky approached the blonde exes. “Sam, can I talk to you?” he asked.
“Bite me,” Sam retorted. Today was not the day to mess with him.
“Pastor Michaels told Dad what happened with the Lancasters-”
“Am I the last person in the entire church to find out?” Quinn asked.
“He has offered to take the kids for the weekend you’re at Nationals.”
Sam raised his eyebrows. “I would rather drink battery acid.”
“Sam!” Quinn thumped his arm.
“I get it, okay?” Dave asked. “I don’t exactly want two kids in my house for a week. I was just told to offer.” He turned and walked away.
“You could’ve been nicer about it,” Quinn said.
“Oh, please,” Sam said. “It’s not like Dave Karofsky has fragile feelings.”
“Sam,” she said. “I’m just saying maybe you should consider it.”
“Absolutely positively no way.”
“What other choice do you have? We leave in two days. Where are you going to find someone to babysit them in two days?”
“It’s not gonna happen.”
But deep down, he knew she had a point.
------
“Here are their clothes…” Sam felt oddly self-conscious as he handed a beat up duffle bag of his sibling’s clothes to Paul Karofsky. “Now, umm… Stevie’s lactose intolerant. He’ll try to trick you into giving him mac and cheese, but he’ll get really sick if you do, so avoid that… And you have to check under Stacy’s bed for Randall from Monsters Inc. at night, otherwise she can’t sleep.”
Paul nodded. “You can trust me, Sam,” he said. “We’ll call if we need to.”
I trust you enough, Sam thought to himself. Your son, however…
He shook his head a little before nodding. “Never hesitate to call,” he said. He swallowed hard before turning to his siblings and squatting down in front of them.
“You guys be very good for Mr. Karofsky,” Sam told them. “Call me if you need anything and I’ll come straight home, okay?”
“We’ll miss you, Sammy,” Stacy said, clutching her Barbie doll.
“Go kick some butt!” Stevie said.
Sam smiled, forcing back tears. “C’mere.” He bundled both children up in his arms and kissed both of their heads.
------
As soon as the plane landed, Sam dug his phone out of his carry-on bag found Paul Karofsky in his contacts.
“Hello?” Stevie answered the phone. The sound of his little brother’s voice instantly made him relax.
“Hey, Stevie…” he said. “How are you and your sister doing? Are you guys okay?”
Just then he heard a shriek in the background and he instantly recognized it as Stacy’s.
“What’s going on??” Sam asked. “Stevie??”
Then he heard Dave on the other end shouting. “I’m gonna-”
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Sam looked at his phone to see “BATTERY LOW. TURNING OFF” in large letters on his screen.
“Oh no,” he muttered, starting to panic. “Crapcrapcrapcrap - SANTANA!” He ran to where the Latina stood in front of the baggage carousel, looking for her suitcase. “Let me borrow your phone.”
She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “Why?” she asked.
“I need to call Karofsky,” Sam said. “He’s with my siblings and I need to make sure they’re okay.”
“Why don’t you use your phone?” She rolled her eyes.
“Because it’s dead, now let me borrow it!” Sam said.
“Can’t help you, fishlips,” she said. “I never got Dave’s number in my phone.”
“You were dating the guy!!”
“Okay number one, desperation does not suit you well. And number two, I just didn’t see any reason to get it from him, okay?”
Sam groaned in frustration and walked off.
------
“And one, two, three-and-four!” Will chanted, clapping the rhythm. “One, two, three-and-four!”
It was almost like a typical Glee club rehearsal. Mike, Rachel, Tina, and Brittany dancing flawlessly as if they’ve rehearsed this particular dance since they were five, Artie doing the best to mimic their basic movements in his wheelchair, Kurt, Santana, Quinn, Mercedes, and Puck not giving two fucks, and Finn derping it up in the way only Finn could.
However, Sam was distracted with the mental pictures his brain was giving him of the sadistic things Karofsky was doing to his little siblings.
What if he was torturing them? What if he was treating them like his slaves? What if he wasn’t letting them eat? What if he ignored Stacy when she started missing their parents and started crying? Or what if he convinced her that they were never coming back. Or-
“OW!”
Sam quickly realized he had stepped on Kurt’s foot and turned. “Crap, man, I’m sorry!”
Kurt looked at Mr. Schue with a very annoyed look. “How much longer until we can get him home?” he asked.
“C’mon, Sam, focus,” Schue called. “Let’s start from the top! And one, two, three-and-four!”
Two more days, Sam chanted to himself. Two more days.
------
“Thanks for the ride!” Sam said. He didn’t even wait for a response from Mike before he scrambled out of the car and to the Karofsky’s front door. He knocked quickly, debating whether or not to just bust in the door, but before he could, it opened. Suddenly all murderous urges faded at the sight before him, and it took him a moment to process.
Dave Karofsky was a large, intimidating guy. (Now, Sam thought he was far more intimidating when his fist was in your eye but that was another story.) But he looked more like a teddy bear now, with glitter in his hair, fingerpaint on his arms, a Lisa Frank sticker on his nose and eyes red and puffy.
“Uh… do I have the right house…?” Sam asked. “I was kind of expecting… ancient torture devices and blood.”
“SAMMY!!” Stacy shrieked, running past Dave and clinging to Sam’s leg.
“SAM!” Stevie was right behind her.
“We missed you!” Stacy said.
“I missed you guys too,” Sam said. “What happened?”
“Dave was watching Lion King with us!” Stacy said. “He started crying!”
“Okay!” Dave said quickly. “No need to tell him everything. You guys go pack up your toys, okay?”
“Awwww,” Stevie whined, but they both let go and raced to the back room.
The two teenagers stood there in awkward silence for a moment.
“Look,” Dave said. “Can you just… not tell anyone about this? I don’t want everyone to know I was…crying at a kid’s movie.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” Sam said. “I do the same thing. Mufasa gets me every time.”
Dave smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
“And… I’m sorry for thinking you were torturing my siblings,” Sam said.
“It’s cool,” Dave said.
It took about half an hour, but after Stevie and Stacy gathered their things and Sam finally convinced them to come home with him, he turned to Dave.
“Thanks again for watching them,” he said. “I owe you.”
“No problem,” Dave said. “They were actually fun to hang out with.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll see you around school,” he said, before walking out with the kids.