Hello everyone, I shouldn't be doing this but this will be something that I'm going to work on when I have inspiration for it.

This story will have fifty parts, you can choose to read one part and skip the next one and so on. It will be fifty times that Rachel and Sam meet each other for the first time.

I would love to know what you think of this, so let me know and please prompt me, and you will get credit for the idea if I use your prompt.

Rating will probably change with every chapter, but I'll let you know before the chapter if it's higher that T/PG13.

Fifty First's Times

Welcome to McKinley Sam Evans

Sam had just transferred from a boarding school, his family had moved to Lima, Ohio, after his dad had gotten the chance to a new and better job, so now he was going to be attending William McKinley High School, he hadn't been going to a public school in years.

He had been given a map and his schedule by Ms. Pillsbury, a redheaded guidance counselor, who seemed like she had some kind of OCD, but Sam just shook his head to himself as he tried to find his way to his fist class, if he was late well, he could just blame the fact that the map didn't really help and anyone that he had asked for help had just ignored him.

The blonde haired boy saw someone standing alone at her locker and Sam put on his best smile as he was walking up to her, "excuse me," Sam said as he reached her and he tapped her lightly on her shoulder waiting for her to turn around and just as she did, Sam felt like he had been hit with a cold shower, and before he had could open his eyes, he heard a gasp from the girl that he had been about to talk to.

"Welcome, McKinley, Loser," Sam used his both hands to move a way the ice from his eyes, and he looked at the girl, who had a shocked look on her face.

"I'm so sorry about," that she said and she looked at him, Sam tried his best to muster up the best smile he could, "It wasn't for you."

"I think they meant to hit me," Sam said as he smiled at her, "they did after all welcome me to the school." Sam laughed a little when he saw that the girl began to smile.

"You know," She said and helped him move away some of the ice from his face and hair, "I'm kind of an expert in slushie removal."

"Does that mean…" Sam said and took some of the ice from his shirt, his shirt had been blue before the slushie had hit him, and now it was more like purple, he took the ice and tasted it, "cherry," Sam said as he had forgotten about what he had been about to say, "they could have at least chosen one that is good."

"My favorite is grape," the girl said and Sam nodded his head, he kind of liked the grape ones too, but his favorite had always been Strawberry, "So I can help you if you want?"

"Just point me to the nearest bathroom, and I think I can fiure it out," Sam said and looked around, "and I'll be late for my next class too," he said as he shook his head a little, "you shouldn't be late."

"That's not a problem," the girl said, and Sam felt how she took his hand in his as she pulled him to the nearest bathroom, "It's my fault that you got hit in the first place," she said as she pushed him down on a chair, "and don't worry about being later."

"Okay," he replied as he looked at her he was a bit confused why she was doing this for him.

"You need to take off your shirt."

Sam looked at her like she was crazy, "You can't just tell me to strip here right in front of you, and I don't even know your name." Sam laughed when he looked over at her, "you know," he said as he played a little with the bottom of his shirt and he was looking at her, "if you tell me your name, I'll take my shirt of for you."

He watched how the girl spun around and looked at him, he could see how her face began to break into a bigger smile, and he was pretty sure that he could see a small blush creeping up over her neck and face, "and I can even throw in my name if you want."

"I'm Rachel," the girl said and smiled at him, "Rachel Berry."

Sam smiled at her, Rachel, Rachel Berry, Sam thought to himself, you don't know it yet but you will be swept of your feet by yours truly. "I'm Sam. Sam I am…" he said as he looked at her waiting for her to catch on with what he had tried to say.

"Let me guess," she said as Sam watched her, he licked his lips a little; "you don't like green eggs and ham."

Sam nodded his head as he looked at Rachel, "you did really good," he said and he stood up and he pulled off his shirt, and handed it over to her, he could see the blush on her face, "you said you wanted me to take of my shirt," he said and winked at her, "so that's what I did." He could see how she was blushing, as Sam stood in the bathroom, dressed in just his pants, he looked down on his stomach, and "I don't look that bad right?"

"No," Rachel said, and Sam smiled at her, she had been really fast to answer that, "I mean, no, you don't look that bad."

"Thanks," Sam and smiled at her, "so how does this work? I mean when am I supposed to ask you out?"

"What?" Rachel asked, and Sam could tell that he had taken her by surprise.

"Rachel, go out on a date with me," Sam said and he laid his shirt on the sink, and grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, "go out on a date with me, please."

"You don't know me," he could hear her say but Sam just smiled at her.

"But that's what dates are for, getting to know the other person," Sam said and he winked at her again, "so go out with me."

"Finem I'll go out with you."

"Awesome, you won't regret it," Sam said and took his shirt from the sink, "I'll see you around.