Here we go with the disclaimer!
I don't own Glee, any of the characters, or any of the lines. It all belongs to RIB I believe.
I also don't own the song "Baby", or any of the various video games and television shows that have been mentioned in the chapter.

Story: Nobody Else Will Do

Chapter 1: What Is This Feeling?

"Dude your mouth is huge, how many tennis balls can you fit in there?" Puck asked, an amazed look on his face as he eyed the blonde boy in front of him.

"I don't…know. I've never had any balls in my mouth. Have you?" The young man named Sam Evans responded instantly. Something about the expression on his face, perhaps the unease that replaced the confidence that he had exhibited just before Puck's ridiculous inquiry, sparked interest in Mike Chang Jr. He knew from that moment on: he had to get to know Samuel Evans better.

The next few months came and went, Mike and Sam growing inevitably closer thanks to their mutual love of all things nerd. Dr. Who marathons, all night Gears of War sessions, and Sam tutoring Mike in the imaginary Na'vi language occurred nearly constantly on the weekends when Mike wasn't with Tina and Sam wasn't with his girlfriend Quinn. Glee club practices and even some shared classes brought the two even closer, despite Sam's refusal to discuss things like recent updates to the Minecraft beta, because he "wanted to protect his rep".

Though Sam's obsession with how other people viewed him annoyed Mike to no end, he could be charming; a quality that Mike could really fall for.

Yes, he was dating Tina, but the relationship was lukewarm from the very beginning. Mike couldn't help but feel that he was dating Tina because the world expected him too, not at all because he loved her. Sure he absolutely loved having her as a friend, but as far as her being his girlfriend went, he couldn't really see her as more than an opportunity to get his father off of his back for once. Truth be told, Mike had always been open to the idea of being with another man, but could that guy be Sam?

No. Absolutely not. He was not about to ruin a friendship because of his puppy crush. Not again. Mike knew what he wanted when it came to a relationship, and after the whole "Matt" disaster, he knew to just suck it up and let the feelings pass.

But then Sam walked in with that purple jacket, the Justin Bieber side-cut, and those skin tight black jeans. His lips were looking particularly puffy, kissable even, on that day to boot.

Damn those lips.

"I know you love me, I know you care. Just should whenever, and I'll be there"

Oh now what was this about? Sam strung his guitar melodically, his voice matching the pitch perfectly as he stared into Quinn's eyes. He couldn't help but notice how the contrast between his unnaturally blonde hair and the deep violet jacket really brought attention to the well defined features on his face. As his green eyes continued to focus on a befuddled Quinn, Mike couldn't help but be thankful that Sam had captured everyone else's attention, and nobody had noticed Mike gazing a little too intently at his best friend.

"This is actually a really good song" were the last words that Mike had heard before becoming entirely enamored with Sam Evans' performance. The slow rhythm almost instantaneously became rapid, and Sam wowed everyone with the dance moves that he had clearly been practicing for hours on end. Sam was a terrible dancer when he first joined the club, but it seemed as though Mike's constant free-form movement was finally rubbing off on him. Sure the moves were a little corny, and they earned more than a few snickers, especially from a certain Latina Cheerio, but they were dorky in a charming type of way. Even resident badass Lauren Zizes was in to it.

Mike fought back the urge to join Rachel in mouthing the words to the song, and barely allowed himself to join Brittany in clapping. He felt a weird combination of ashamedness for being so wrapped up in a Justin Bieber cover, and relief because the girls were reacting to Sam on the outside the exact way that he had been feeling deep down.

Mike couldn't take it anymore. He had to get in on this action. It just wasn't in his nature to lie to himself about his feelings. But it also wasn't his nature to be vocal to others about how he felt, which is why decided to talk to Sam privately about performing with him. Though his feelings for Sam may not be reciprocated at any point in the near future, it couldn't hurt to at least make a conscious effort. Right?

To his surprise, Puck and Artie had been planning to talk to Sam about joining as well, though they obviously had different intentions.

"Alright, so we'll be the Justin Bieber Experience, because let's be real, the Biebs is the master of getting with the ladies". Sam spoke.

Mike just rolled his eyes at the comment, knowing full well that that was something he would never say had it been just the two of them hanging out. The comment was obviously aimed at impressing Puck.

"Sweet" responded Puck, "this is exactly the kind of thing I need to get in to Lauren's big, beautiful britches. Candy and chocolate can only get a guy so far."

"And though most people would find Brittany and Santana's inappropriate side-relationship incredibly hot, it's fairly annoying when you're actually dating her. Male sex appeal may be the only way to keep her interested at this point." Artie joined in.

That's when Mike felt the others' eyes fall on him expectantly, looking for his justification for joining a tribute group to a sixteen year old boy.

"Yeah things with Tina aren't…awesome." He said half-heartedly. Technically it wasn't a lie, but of course nobody knew the truth. "Plus someone is gonna have to do the choreography if you really want to cover another song." This statement yielded a smirk from Sam, briefly showing his pearly whites that resided behind his luscious lips.

"Cool, come over tonight and we can work on it. Puck, Artie, we'll teach it to you tomorrow and be ready to go for Friday. Just in time for some lovin' over the weekend." Sam said with a chuckle near the end, clearly please with the way he was able to impress Puck and Artie.

There it was again, that fake persona that Sam put on to impress others. "I will break through that façade Sam Evans", thought Mike. "Cool, see you at seven".

Mike knocked on the big red door that served as the entrance to the home of the Evans' family. He heard various shrieks that belonged to none other than Sam's little brother and sister, and a grin crept across his face when the door was opened, showing each child clinging to one of the blonde's legs.

"Sorry, babysitting. Come on in!" The words were familiar to Mike, who had recently noticed that Sam's parents were around less and less. He would have asked the reason for their frequent absences, but Mike hated being intrusive. He also took notice of the empty feel to the house. Surely there had been more furniture last time he was here a couple weeks ago? Mike simply shrugged to himself and decided that there was probably some kind of spring cleaning going on in the Evans' home.

"Alright Stevie, Stacie, time for bed!" Sam said excitedly, trying to get the kids upstairs into their rooms.

"But Sammyyyyyyyyyy" Stacie whined, "it's only seven o'clock!"

"Yeah!" the other twin joined in. "We're six years old! We should get to stay up until nine!"

Mike couldn't help but laugh throughout the exchange. He and his younger sister were only three years apart, so he never really had to take on babysitting responsibilities quite to the degree that Sam did. Plus their parents hardly ever left them alone at home when they were younger. Something about not being able to find a trustworthy babysitter that would also be able to tutor them in advanced algebra for a decent price. "Yeah Sammy, can't the kids stay up just a little bit longer?" Mike had decided to plead in unison with the children, garnering greeting hugs from them in the process. Mike was honestly fond of the twins, and loved coming to their side at times like this. Plus it was incredibly fun to frustrate Sam.

"Fine. Thanks to my Asian friend here, you two just got bought ONE episode of Phineas and Ferb. But after that, it's straight to bed. The last thing I need is for mom and dad to get mad at me because you two don't sleep when you're supposed to." Sam averted his eyes from the youngsters and directed his attention to Mike. "And then we get to work".

Sam's eyes appeared even greener in the white, fluorescent light of the foyer. "Is this new lighting? Must be some kind of energy saving bulb or something". Mike's thoughts of how environmentally friendly the Evans were trying to be were interrupted by the realization of just how milky Sam's skin appeared thanks to the lighting. His pure, ivory skin complimented his eyes perfectly. That brief moment of eye contact was like getting eternally lost in a beautifully lush forest for Mike. And of course, for the umpteenth time that day, Mike couldn't help but be drawn to those lips.

Those. Damn. Lips.

"Aren't you a little young to be operating heavy machinery?"

"Why yes, yes we are"

Mike and Sam laughed in unison at the absurdity of the television show. Both Mike and Sam knew that everything on the Disney Channel was aimed at kids, but this particular show was absolutely hilarious anyway. Sam had decided to allow the kids to stay downstairs to watch the second episode at 7:30, but by 7:45 both twins were exhausted to the point of falling asleep on the single couch in the room. Sam shot Mike an apologetic look when Stacie finally rested her head on Mike's thigh and began to drift off in to a deep slumber.

"Sorry" Sam half-whispered to Mike, separated by the barrier of tiny bodies that by this time were in full on sleep mode. "Here let me grab them and take them upstairs," he said as he lifted Stevie off his lap, "then we can get to groovin'". Sam now reached down to grab Stacie with his other arm, being careful not to wake either child before proceeding upstairs.

Mike loved the way that Sam spoke when he wasn't trying to impress anybody. Groovin'? Really? Normally Mike would be able to just brush off Sam's nerd-charm, but combined with his showcase of paternal instinct, Mike couldn't help but let out a pathetic sigh when he was sure that Sam was comfortably out of earshot.

He took this opportunity to get up and wander about the house, which had a distinctly different feel due to the lack of furniture. Mike counted a table, a few chairs, and a giant china cabinet in the dining room among the missing pieces. It brought a lot of the attention to the few furnishings that remained, particularly the entertainment center that housed not only the television, but an array of family portraits that Mike had never bothered to look at before. That's when he saw it.

There, hidden behind school pictures of the twins from this year was a photo of all three Evans kids. The sepia colored photograph featured the twins, who had to have been no more than 18 months old at the time, and were seated comfortable on either of Sam's knees as he sat on some sort of haystack. This meant Sam would have been roughly 12 or 13 years old at the time. What made the picture so memorable was the fact that Sam was completely decked out in cowboy gear, sporting a 10-gallon hat, a plaid shirt with matching vest, boot cut jeans, and cowboy boots with spurs. Sam looked entirely miserable in the picture, clearly embarrassed just to be a part of the picture. His lips were pursed together, showing a sign of discontent.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at what I think you're looking at" Sam said in horror upon realizing that Mike was zoomed in on his most hated item.

"I didn't know that you went through a western phase" Mike managed to spurt out in between giggles. He turned around to meet Sam's glare. Joining said glare was a look combining embarrassment and guilt, obviously in contempt of the photograph.

Becoming frustrated with the lack of practice they'd done, as well as having the desire to change the subject from the embarrassing image, Sam demanded that he and Mike get to work on choreographing a dance to Sam's chosen Justin Bieber song of the day Somebody to Love.

"Alright well, how do you feel about gyration?" Mike said as innocently as possible, secretly thinking of just what Sam would look like twirling his hips around.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry". Was the response Mike was met with, snapping him out of his daydream.

"First of all I didn't mean food dummy. Secondly, I'm pretty sure you mean 'gyros' with a hard g. Thirdly, what I meant was…" At that moment Mike grabbed Sam's hips and began to manually rock them in an oval. He was pleased when his grip was met with little noticeable resistance. He took the opportunity to realize the firmness of Sam's hips as they lightly protruded with each motion.

Mike let go of Sam, and took a step back; fingers trembling ever so slightly as he watched Sam continue on his own. In spite of Sam's ability to do any complex dance moves, he did have a bit of natural rhythm. "That boy could be a great stripper." Mike thought silently before quickly getting the image out of his mind for fear that Sam may notice his distance from the current lesson.

The boys continued practicing for a couple more hours. Mike taught Sam some pretty basic moves, but what they lacked in complexity they made up for in sexual appeal. Mike noticed all too late that the routine would probably make Quinn fall all over Sam, commanding his attention once again, but the night had been well worth it just getting to watch.

Having spent all of Thursday afternoon teaching Artie and Puck the dance, Mike was thankful when the performance on Friday finally came. He always got bored when he had to repeat a dance too many times, so group performances that he had to choreograph tended to be on the dull side once he'd taught it for the 50th time. Ultimately he kept doing it because he did love his friends, and spending time with them was one of the best things about glee club.

"Hey dude, have you been alright lately?" Sam inquired, wearing the same, incredibly well-fitting outfit that he had worn two days before. Mike of course was now sporting the same black skinny jeans, as well as the same jacket but in charcoal. He detested having his hair pushed to side just like the teen idol, but it gave him an excuse to let Sam run his slender fingers through his hair, which was totally fine with him.

"Uh yeah, why?" Mike responded.

"I don't know. You've seemed kind of off in your own world for the past few days. Like you're distracted by something. Are things ok with Tina?" said Sam.

Tina. Did everything he did have to revolve around Tina? "Yeah, everything's ok. I've just had a lot of things on my mind lately."

Sam's eyebrows heightened at Mike's words. His voice became low. "Oh…yeah? Like what kind of things? Is BC Calc too hard or something? Because I'm barely passing geometry so I can't really help with that."

"Struggle in math? Right. I'm just developing feelings for my best friend. No big deal or anything." Mike put his thoughts to rest quickly. "Yeah" he said with a slight laugh, trying not to get caught up in too deep of a lie. "Math is brutal right now. I guess I need to really get the brain juices flowing again."

"Maybe you could try eating sushi then. It'll buff up your Asian smarts; get you more in tune with your roots." Sam said.

"Uhhh, I'm Chinese" Mike retorted awkwardly, being met with a blank stare from Sam, who had never really been the best with any kind of cultural history.

"Right well let's get out there dude!" Sam responded, still entirely unaware about the faux-pas he'd just made.

The performance went off without a hitch, and save for some chalk dust that Mike had thrown around that had gotten stuck in some really uncomfortable places, Mike was feeling good. Luckily most of the stage had been dim except for a few spotlights that darkened his face anyway, so nobody would notice the nearly constant leering that Mike had been doing at Sam's body for nearly the entirety of the performance. Every now and then he would make an effort to make eye contact with Tina, who was practically going insane watching him up there. In fact, all of the girls were incredibly captivated with the boy group. Finn, of course, wasn't impressed at all, and kept making ridiculous faces that would only amuse Mike when he caught glimpses of him.

Quinn made sure to catch up with Sam afterwards, clearly getting ready to make some kind of plans with him. Lauren and Brittany's sprints in the directions of their respective boyfriends was only further indication that their plans had worked, and the girls were all over their-post Valentine's day slump. Fortunately, Tina had tutoring right after the song, so she couldn't attack Mike with affection any time soon. She was beginning to stress him out even more-so than usual the past couple days, and he had a strong feeling why. He jumped in shock when he heard a different female voice, one that's rough and demanding, shouting his name instead.

"Chang!" yelled Santana, greeting Mike's eyes with a degree of skepticism that he immediately recognized. They may not have acted like the best of friends this year with Santana becoming more reliant on Brittany than ever, but their friendship actually went way back. They were close enough that Santana and Brittany had successfully convinced Matt and Mike to join New Directions last year, and without the two of them there he wasn't even sure that he would have come back this year. He was incredibly glad he did though, and he felt as though he had more friends than ever, despite the two closest to him growing more distant.

"Alright what's up with you and puffer lips up there? Don't think I didn't see that gaze." She said with determination.

"What? Santana, what are you talking about?" Mike said, trying not to sound defensive. "If I wasn't looking at Tina, I was looking at my feet to remember the moves."

"Alright, I've been pitying your pathetic acting for this entire year, but don't think for a second that I haven't noticed that team 'chitty chitty Chang Chang' hasn't been on the rocks since the very beginning. And now that after 6 months I finally know the reason why, I'm ready to help you move past it." She said. Mike had to give it Santana; even when they were young her powers of perception were beyond that of every other person he had ever known. He wasn't ready to have this conversation though. There was only one way she was going to get this out of him after practically abandoning him for the year. "That is, if you help me out."

And there it was.

Well there it is! I hope you all liked it! I've got a lot of high hopes for this story, and I've got things planned out for quite awhile. It's shaping out to be a fairly long fic at this rate, so I hope you'll all stick with it!

Reviews are always appreciated! I take them to heart and it helps me get better every time.