There are a few things that Sam Evans was never good at: Math, Reading, and how to get over girls. He has had two girlfriends in his life, and they both had left him. Walking through the hallways of McKinley high was never fun. Whether it is Jacob Ben Israel and his annoying questions, or the constant threat of a slushie facial looming over him and the rest of his teammates, if you could even call them that. Finn had betrayed him, going behind his back to see Quinn, when Finn had specifically said he wasn't in love with her anymore. Mike only really spent time with Tina, and Sam saw him only during football and Glee. He was close with Artie, but that had been when Sam was with Santana, now they really didn't have anything in common. And Puck was…well he was Puck.

He had decided to leave New Directions. But that had been before he heard the power coming though the upcoming door on his left, the very door he was now planning on entering. He could hear a girl singing. He felt his chest tighten. As he walked into the backstage of the auditorium he heard the beautiful voice finishing the chorus.

I'll show you what shoes to wear
How to fix your hair
Everything that really counts

His mouth was open wide as he was staring the small form not even twenty feet away from him. He never noticed how Rachel Berry sang. Sure he's heard her sing, but he was always preoccupied with Quinn or Santana. But now as he watched her belt out the words to some song he's never heard of, he was amazed.

"Wow," he said, before realizing he actually said it out loud.

Rachel stopped singing and turned around, instinctively flinching, thinking it was somebody from the football team, slushy in hand. She saw it was Sam, and turned off the boombox playing the instrumental soundtrack.

"Sam, what are you doing here? It's after school." Rachel said, with a hand on her hip, head cocked to the side.

"Uhh, I heard something in the hallway, I was just curious." He said, suddenly feeling warm. He pushed up the sleeves on his plaid button up shirt, then looked at Rachel, smiling sheepishly.

Rachel eyed him for a moment, "Okay…"

"Hey, what song was that?" Sam asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"It was 'Popular' from the seminal Broadway classic: Wicked" Rachel said, the words spilling out of her.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Popular?" He said with a smile.

She looked at her feet, "I was singing ironically."

Sam's smile fell, "Hey, hey, I was joking." He said walking to her and bringing her in for a hug. As his arms went around her neck, he inhaled through his nose. The smell of her perfume shocked his senses, and he felt his knees go weak.

"Did you just…smell me?" The tiny diva said, her voice muffled by his chest.

"Not…not intentionally." Sam said honestly. The first time was an accident. The second time wasn't. He needed to smell that perfume again and again. He never thought of Rachel as beautiful, until now. He felt her arms go around his waist, hugging him tightly. Good God this felt great. He felt her arms loosen, and he did the same, but not yet willing to lose the contact with her, he still kept a light hold on her shoulders. She lifted her head up and looked at his eyes. The stage lights were still on, and as Sam saw the sparkle of the light reflecting off her big brown eyes, he dipped his head down. He heard Rachel inhale sharply, but she didn't pull away. Their lips brushed together softly, and Sam felt a tingling sensation start in his toes. It traveled from there, leading up his body to his lips, making his body feel almost numb. He then felt Rachel's tongue along his bottom lip, seeking refuge. He opened his mouth slightly to allow it entrance, and moaned slightly at the sweet taste of it. He couldn't believe it, she was bombarding all five of his senses with greatness. He pulled her in close, his hands roaming down her back. He hesitated when he got to the small of her back, but when she didn't object, his hands continued their mission. As his hands rounded her perfect ass, he squeezed softly. She giggled through the kiss, and he pulled his lips off hers and kissed along her jawline and down her neck before finding her pulse point and sucking lightly.

"Sam." Rachel moaned.

Sam smiled inwardly before sucking a little harder.

"SAM!" Rachel said loudly, before smacking the back of his head.

"Ow! What the hell?" Sam said dumbfounded, he *thought* that was a moan.

"We need to talk about this. We need to see what this makes us, if it makes us anything."

"I agree, but let's do that later." Sam said, trying to reattach his lips to her neck.

"No Sam," she said pushing his head back up, "before any more funny business."

Sam sighed, "Alright, where do we start?"

"We start with you removing your hands." Rachel said.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam said innocently, squeezing a little harder.

Rachel laughed, "Stop it perv!"

Sam used the leverage to pull her in closer, his eyes clouding over, "You like it." He whispered before reconnecting his lips to hers.

Rachel felt his chest against hers and moaned, "You're right," sucking on his bottom lip.

A loud thud alerted them to a door opening at the top of the aisle, Rachel shrieked into his mouth, which when she shrieks normally it bothered him, but now oddly it didn't.

"Sam, somebody's here." Rachel said, trying to get away from him, but her detaching her lips from him only made him find her pulse point again.

"No there isn't." he said softly.

"Sue, you cannot do this!" A curly haired Spanish teacher yelled.

"Actually, William, I can. You don't tell me what to do, and I won't stop you from the birds nest on your head. I can do whatever I want, it's in my contract."

"I don't care what's in your contract, Sue. You can't erect a 25 foot bronze statue of yourself in the middle of the stage!"

"You're right, it should definitely be gold."

"That's not the point, Sue…"

Sam had panicked and picked Rachel up to carry her behind the curtains. As he peeked around the corner, he saw that the two faculty members had been too wrapped in their argument to notice anything.

He felt her head in his chest and he chuckled, "Close call, babe."

"Yes, too close actually." She said, stepping back from him, ignoring the frown I that action caused. "If we are to continue this, we need to be more careful."

Sam waited a moment, and Rachel could see the gears grinding in his blonde head. "Alright Rachel, what do you propose we do? Where do we start?"

Rachel smoothed her skirt, "We start with you coming to my house tonight at 7:30, with flowers."

A/N: Should I continue this? I think I might. There isn't enough Evanberry stories out there, and I MUST CONTRIBUTE!