Sam Evans walked into William McKinley High School for the first time. He touched his little heart pendant. Most people would mock him for wearing it, but it had a photo of his brother that he loved so much. He died, and Sam was there to witness the horrible incident. It was one of the moments where you try to forget it so much that it keeps lingering in your mind.
He walked into his classroom. "Sit next to me," a voice told him. He looked at the blonde-haired girl. She looked oddly familiar. "It's the only seat left." He nodded confusedly and sat on the chair. A couple of people were whispering to each other, looking at him.
Their dull and boring class slowly ended, and Sam was walking to his locker until a small brunette suddenly blocked his way. He turned to the right, but she stopped him. "Hey, new kid!" He glanced at her. "Yes, you." She looked very worried. "Don't make friends with Quinn. Or be her enemy. Just don't be near her, okay?"
"Quinn?" "Yes, that snarky blonde girl," she confirmed, "she's Quinn." "Why not?" Sam asked. "She seems nice." "That's because you're a boy, and you're clearly attracted to her," she said. "I'm Rachel Berry, a senior here. For the past four years, I've been observing Quinn." She then took a glance at the girl in the cheerleading outfit. "She's not like us."
"What do you mean 'not like us?'" Sam asked. "She may be a vampire or a werewolf. She's been her for fifty years and she's still fifteen years old. I have old photos to prove it." She then took one from her folder and gave it to him. "Don't be like all the other foolish boys who've been victimized by Quinn Fabray and never came back."
"You must be reading too much Twilight," he replied, giving back the picture. "Quinn's just like us, okay?"
A/N: I don't really like Twilight, I just made a reference. This story is inspired by lots of other different stories, and I just wrote this for fun and for the love of Fabrevans.