Sam Evans had always been the epitome of a true Southern Gentleman. He smiled when passing people in the hall at school, he gave up his seat on the bus for ladies, he always used correct manners and despite the vast amount of girls that would throw themselves at him on a daily basis, he was never disrespectful toward women. He'd never use them for his own sexual longings like some of the other guys at McKinley did. Of course, this rose many suspicions that Sam was gay, even if he was on the football team and a regular at the school gym, but being a proud bisexual, this really didn't bother the teen all that much.
All these qualities in mind, Sam never anticipated he'd be spending his Senior year of Highschool at a new school, spying on his Glee club's opposing team to get an advantage for Nationals. And more to the point, Sam never anticipated falling in love on the way.
Sam never wanted to go through with this in the first place, lying had always made him incredibly uncomfortable and he avoided situations that demanded deceit at all costs. But with Senior year now here and the uncertainty of his future looming above his head like a black cloud, Sam couldn't afford any failure that could cause that cloud to downpour with rain all over his life.
It was okay for the rest of his team mates in the Glee club, they all had their grades or rich parents to fall back on, both of those things being enough to get them in to college. But for Sam whose grades had always suffered because of his dyslexia, his only hope at furthering his education was an athletic or artistic scholarship, and he had to do whatever he could to try and achieve one of those, even if it did temporarily compromise his values.
Sam had absolutely no idea why Principal Sylvester had arranged this mission of sorts, it was no secret that she'd always hated the arts and been particularly vigorous in her attempts to close them down, but Sam didn't bother asking any questions, the entire plan was complicated enough without searching for reason. And in all honesty, Sam was scared of what the answer would be anyway. Opting for blissful ignorance, Sam just assumed the woman had placed a bet in New Directions' favor and was determined not to lose. Yeah. That had to be it.
For Sam, the pressure was well and truly on. The next couple of weeks would test him as a person and providing the right outcome was achieved, change his life forever. But even after convincing himself it was the right thing to do for the benefit of his life and his future, Sam couldn't help the niggling voice of guilt at the back of his mind asking him if a National Championship and a possible scholarship was worth compromising his integrity and morals.