"So, Sam 'Trouty Mouth' Evans," Jacob said, shoving his microphone between Sam's face and locker, "glee club is looking for the New Rachel. Are you throwing your hat in the ring?"
Sam backed up a few inches in surprise, then grabbed his last book and slammed the locker shut. "With Brittany, Tina, Blaine, and Artie all going for it? No way." He started walking down the hall. Jacob followed. "I think I'll try to be the new Finn instead. Decent singer, athlete—"
"Rachel's love interest?"
Sam paused and faced the camera. "Maybe the new Finn without the major relationship drama."