Author's Note: When Sam leaves the show, something will be missing for the members of the New Directions, and for us viewers. I wanted to sort of tribute him by writing this. Maybe I'll write a couple of more for the other characters, but I began with Chevans, because it's the best bromance. Ever. I repeat, ever.
Read and cry your eyes out.
Pairing/s: non-romantic Chevans (Mike/Sam)
Rating: K+
Genre: Friendship

I don't own Glee or any of it's characters, because if I did, this would already have happened.

Piano Keys – A Goodbye Sam Evans one-shot

"What are you doing?"

Mike looked up from the piano keys, but looked down again. "Trying to learn how to play piano" he answered. "Tina wants me to play part of the song we're doing this Thursday."

He didn't get any response, but assumed that Sam nodded. After a short while's continued, hopeless and undirected pressing of the keys, Sam sat down beside Mike. He put his hands on the keys.

"Wait" said Mike. "You can play the piano?"

He got the answer when Sam's fingers pressed down keys as if they got paid to. It produced an awful noise, and Sam leaned back slightly and smiled to Mike.

"Not if my life depended on it" he said. "I only play the guitar."

"And you sing too" mumbled Mike when he once again put his concentration to the instrument in front of him.

Sam chuckled. "Not that good" he said.

"Quit it." Mike gave him a friendly push with his elbow. "You can sing really good. Me? As good as- as-"

"As I can play the piano?" suggested Sam with a smile and the hand on his arm, where he had been pushed.

Mike jerked his head. "Sure."

He made another attempt to play, but he found it very hard to even try when Sam was watching. It was as if- as if he would make a fool out of himself, and Sam would walk away. Bad, somehow.

"Do you have any sheet music?" wondered Sam and reached to look at the papers on the top of the piano. He studied them, and then said: "Nice drawings."

"Don't even try!" laughed Mike and took them from him. "They are my math notes."

Sam smiled teasingly. "And yet I didn't see one number."

The papers were put back on the piano, and Mike stuck out his tongue to Sam.

They didn't say anything for a while, and the air between them became mildly uncomfortable. Mike still didn't dare to try playing.

"Am I distracting you?"

He looked up, and met Sam's glance. It was something deeply friendly in his heavily blue eyes, and at the same time something like worry... maybe.

"It's okay" contented Mike to say, and closed the piano lid. "I won't be able to learn how to play this damn instrument anyway, and especially not before Thursday."

Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "Try again" he said. "It'll go well. I promise."

"I honestly doubt that" said Mike, somewhat bitterly. He didn't feel like getting yelled at by Tina, or get one of her excellent puppy eyes shot at him either.

Sam opened the lid again, and put his fingers to the keys for a second time.

"We're probably equally bad at this" he said encouragingly. "Come on now. We can try until it doesn't sound completely worthless, at least."

Hesitatingly, Mike placed his hands beside Sam's.

Even if he on Thursday couldn't name one single note, nor play the song Tina had asked him to, that afternoon had been one of his favorites of all time. Furthermore, he had felt more confident than ever when he was asked to at least sing a couple of lines with his girlfriend.

The applause he received after their performance were fantastic, and sent warm rays through Mike's entire body. He met Sam's eyes and got a smile and thumbs up.

This was a friendship he wouldn't trade for anything.