AN: this fic was inspired by this post http:/ glee-is-taking-over. tumblr .com/post/4754970729/what-if-april-rhodes-is-sams-mom

"Helloooo New Directions!"

"April!" Ten delighted voices cried out as the Glee club stampeded toward their once member. Rachel remained in her seat, looking with disdain at the woman who'd tried to take her place.

"Cedes. Tina. Have you been using what I taught you?" the blonde drawled as she squeezed Puck's arm muscles suggestively."Oh and Kurt, I have some new eye candy for ya."

No one noticed Sam sitting in the back row, fists steadily clenching as he studied the new arrival until Rachel looked around, probably seeking someone to share in her disgust. She looked at his angry face, almost in fright then opened her mouth. Before she could ask if he was alright, Sam stood up and stalked down the risers.

"What the hell are you doing here?" April did a double take.

"Sammy!" She cried out suddenly, reaching as if to pull him into a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Well mother," He replied, voice cold as ice. "When a parent walks out on her family and the other parent loses his job, the children can't exactly stay in boarding school can they." The glee club looked at him in shock. April was Sam's mom?

"Sweetie you know I didn't want to leave." She oozed, trying to win him over as she did with everyone else.

"Why'd you do it then Mom?" Sam challenged, eyes flashing. "Don't bother to answer, it'll only be lame excuses. Have you quit drinking yet?" She just looked at him. "Didn't think so." With that he turned on his heel and walked away, disappearing through the door of the choir room.

The glee club looked after Sam, stunned. That was the angriest they'd ever seen him. After an awkward minute Rachel stood up, pushing through the throng by the door to follow him. At the door she paused and looked back, opening her mouth as if to reprimand the lack of response before closing it and hurrying in the direction Sam had taken.

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"Sam?" Rachel asked quietly, sitting beside the boy on the steps. He lifted his head to glance at her before lowering it again in utter defeat. She sighed as she caught sight of the tear tracks on his face. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked slowly, setting a hand gently on his shoulder.

"There's nothing to talk about. She's my mother. She's an alcoholic. She left three years ago and I haven't seen her since. I wouldn't care if she was alive or dead if my little brother and sister didn't ask every day when Mommy's coming home." He glared at Rachel as if daring her to judge his story.

"I'm so sorry Sam. A mother leaving you is the worst feeling in the entire world."

"How would you know?" He snapped; a few seconds later he sighed. "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that."

"Its okay. And actually, I would know. I have two gay dads Sam but two men obviously can't reproduce so there has to be a biological mother somewhere right?" He laughed humorlessly and nodded. "Last year my mother decided to find me. Well she did. It didn't end well."

"Oh. Moms suck." Sam said flatly. Rachel shrugged.

"Yeah, they do.I'll tell you a secret I learned after many many sessions with the therapist my dads moved into our spare room last year. You can't let her define you or your life in any way, shape, or form. If she won't be part of your life it's her loss."

"Thanks Rachel." He said gruffly. "I suppose the whole glee club's going to think I'm pansy-assed now."

"Why would they? You're certainly entitled to leave a room."

"Yes but not the whole sobbing my eyes out thing."

"I won't tell anyone." She smiled at him. "Come on, these stairs are uncomfortable." She reached for his hand as she stood up and he took it slowly; gently squeezing in gratitude.

AN: So this turned out a bit angstier than I planned but *shrugs*

I don't know if this is just a one-shot or if I'll keep going but I hope y'all like it

Theres a lonely little button down there V that would love if you'd talk to it