A/N

Yeah, I am a samchel fan. I wanted to do this story, and I'm not sure how long(or short), it will be. This takes place after Silly Love Songs.

Every other chapter will rather be from Sam's or Rachel's point of veiw, it will be stated in the chapter title. Its very short now because its just a teaser opening.

-At the dock-

Sam Evans was sitting on a dock, his feet hanging over the side, his converse almost touching the water. It was past midnight, it was freezing cold, and he couldn't bring himself to care. He had on a gray and black Colombia fleece jacket, and he didn't want anything else to keep him warm. In fact, the piercing cold was what was taking his mind off of the past month. He welcomed the cold so much he suddenly had a feeling to just jump into the lake, maybe get hypothermia and die.

Alright, maybe I am being a tad morbid, Sam told himself, then cursed out loud. He never used the word 'tad' or said 'a tad'. There was a lot of things he didn't say until he started talking to her.

It started when Rachel sang that stupid song.

And now, he was in a mess so deep he couldn't climb out of it. No one was to blame, yet everyone was. The Glee club was such a tangled mess of history and dating, it made things even more confusing.

Quinn shouldn't have cheated on him, Finn should have forgiven Rachel and stayed with her, and Sam and Quinn should be together still. Sam wanted things to be back to normal, without Rachel Berry in the picture.

Sam sighed, because that wasn't true. He didn't care for Quinn, the very thought of Finn and Rachel being together made Sam turn blindly green, and his life without Rachel Berry in it... His life wouldn't have color.

His conflicting feelings waged a war inside of him, only confusing the blonde boy more. He pretended he wanted this, but he actually wanted that. Things would be easier if they had just stayed the same, but that didn't mean he would be happier.

So, you're happier now, then?, a voice in his head asked.

Was he? No, not at that very moment. If he had to choose old life with Quinn not cheating him or the life he chose after, well they both sucked. It was the same as asking if he wanted to go back to Rachel and him not even knowing each other, or Rachel hating him after recent events.

Sam needed to go back to the beginning, to when Rachel sang that stupid song and think.

"Cause baby you're a firework!"

With great interest, Sam watched Rachel sing her heart out. He watched, mesmerized, as her dark curls bounced while Mercedes and Tina jumped up to join her. Then the other girls jumped out of their seats to join them.

He never noticed her before then, why now all of the sudden? It was as if she popped up, and Sam had been looking for her without knowing it.

Sam sat motionless, just watching her smile and sing, never looking so damn happy. He knew she had some self image issues, he hadn't paid much attention to her before this but he always thought she was pretty. One time Finn told Sam Rachel had a cute... backside, and now, without his girlfriend around, he looked and he would have to agree.

She was becoming less pretty to him, and more beau-.. Yeah. Can't think stuff like that, man, he told himself. He had a girlfriend, even though Santana put all of these thoughts of infidelity into his head.

Sam hadn't noticed her before really, but now she was singing with so much confidence, shining so bright that Sam couldn't not notice. Rachel Berry was shining to him.

He knew what happened with her and Finn, about her kissing Puck, which Sam had at the time shrugged. But now he couldn't really imagine a sweet girl like her doing it, but Rachel seldom thought before she did something.

That didn't stop him for feeling bad for her, when Finn just left her. Now he thought about it, and it made him feel sick, and sorry for her.

As the song drew to a close, Sam's lips twitched slightly into a smile. He was smiling at Rachel, and their eyes locked, and in that moment she had him.

-At the dock-

Sam picked up a rock and threw it into the water, still debating whether or not to jump in. He remembered how on that day he had felt bad for Rachel, even though she was the one who cheated, and Finn wouldn't forgive that. Kissing another guy was unacceptable, but apparently Finn was very forgiving if his girlfriend slept with another guy, told him it was his baby even though it obviously wasn't, that was apparently something Lurch could get over.

He shouldn't excuse what she did, but she was sorry. She described it all to Sam, before the situation turned into a giant mess, and it hurt his heart to see her sad.

When their eyes had locked, Rachel didn't know that at that moment she had him wrapped around her finger. All he could think about was just getting to know her, he needed to talk to her. But he wasn't going to, he shouldn't bother.

And if Santana hadn't ambushed him after that, he probably never would have talked to Rachel, thus leading into this web of confusion.

"Evans." Same heard the Latino call after him as he left the music room. He debated to keep walking, Santana scared him, but he sighed and turned around. "Hold up there, Guppy."

She walked up to him, a determined look on her face. "What do you want?"

She stopped in front of him, hands on her hips, attitude showing all over her. "Are you going to go see Lucy Caboosey?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "You mean Quinn, my girlfriend? Yeah, I'm about to go over to her house to see if she is okay."

Santana laughed sarcastically. "Surprised you still want to be with her. You know, after she cheated on you and all."

Sam felt a wave of nausea, but shook his head, in a fierce denial. "She didn't cheat, she saved Finns life-"

"-After she sucked a gumball out of his throat, yeah, I heard her story. Listen Goldfish, don't tell me you are that stupid to believe that. Finn kissed every girl in school, yet Quinn is the only one who got mono. She was sucking his tonsils out, not a gumball."

She is just trying to get to you, Sam tried to assure himself, but it was working. Doubt spread over him. He didn't want to believe it, Quinn wouldn't cheat on him... Sure, she slept with another guy when she was with Finn, but she was drunk. Totally different. "You don't know anything."

She smirked, seeing the doubt play on his face. "Don't let her use you Guppy, she was totally messin' around on you."

"Stop calling me names."

"Shut up Frog Lips I'm not done talking." she commanded. "Look, I know you aren't that stupid and you just want to believe her. But really, just think about it." the Latino walked around him and was gone, leaving Sam glued to his spot. He was paralyzed outside of the choir room, the fear and doubt running through him.

He leaned against the doorframe, but soon felt something tiny run into his back. "Sorry."

He turned around and Rachel was already around him, about to leave with her head ducked down. "Its okay!" he called, making her stop and face him. "I liked your song..." he mumbled awkwardly.

She smiled sadly. "Thanks Sam."

That's it? No notorious Rachel Berry rant? He took a few steps toward her, a confused look fluttering across her face. He was confused to, the two hardly talked. The only time she talked to him that he could remember, even though it was more of a comment directed toward him and Quinn, was when she referred to him as Ken. "I'm Sam." Please don't think I'm weird I just want to talk to you.

She raised an eyebrow. "This I know."

He swallowed. "I don't ever talk to you, I feel kind of bad. You're the only one in Glee I don't talk to so... I'm Sam and I would like to be friends." Oh God what the hell was he doing? If Quinn found out...

Well that didn't matter to him anymore.

She smiled. "I'm Rachel and would also like to be friends."

"As a friend, can you tell me the truth?" she cocked her head, giving him permission to go on. "Do you think Quinn got mono from doing CPR on Finn?"

She frowned, looking slightly wounded suddenly. "I don't think I should say..."

"Please? We're friends now?"

"If you're asking, do you really believe it?"

-At the dock-

God, he wanted to talk to her so bad, all because of that song. Why? Maybe it was because of the second doubts about Quinn, or maybe it was because Rachel was in the same boat as him, and he needed someone to relate to. The person she thought she loved wanted someone other then her, and he got cheated on.

He remembered trying to think of a non lame way of getting her number, without looking like a freak, but it didn't happen. His courage left him, and they split ways.

Sam laid down on the dock now, feet still hanging over the edge, as he remembered the drive to Quinn's house. He had the feeling of dread, as if he knew things were about to end. He didn't even know he had the courage to do it, but apparently he did.

It was that courage that screwed him over earlier that day.

While he stared at the stars, he checked his phone once again. No calls or texts, and he briefly debated on whether to call her again.

"I can't believe you Samuel Evans! You're a... you're a... You're a jerk!" Yeah, she didn't answer the first ten calls, he doubted she would answer them now, and thats assuming she was still awake.

Her words stung still, it was a misunderstanding, he knew how it looked and sounded, but if she only let him explain... He should have just left it alone in the first place, but that 'courage'... He just screwed himself over once again.

If this, if that went through his mind. If he had kept his temper down, if he had not gone to talk to Finn or talk to Quinn, if he just would have gone and found Rachel first...

He wondered what she did when she got home. Dear God, he prayed, prayed, that she didn't breakdown and cry. He hoped she hung his picture on the wall and threw darts at it, or made a voodoo doll of him, or anything other then cry. He would offer to let her take a bat to him if it stopped him from crying...

See, Sam never thought like this. This emotional stuff until he started talking to Rachel. Why couldn't he bring himself to be upset at that? It forced him to deal with his feelings, and that was so hard, especially now.

He regretted many things, but driving to Quinn's house after that was not one of them.