Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters or anything associated with Glee. I just love to write.

Rachel Berry slowly inserted her books in to her locker, trying her best to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes. So many questions were floating around in her mind, how could he forgive Quinn and not her? Why did Quinn always win? Why did nobody ever want her? She guessed it was just how it was supposed to be, Quinn was the pretty blonde popular girl who was a dead cert for Prom Queen whilst Rachel was the loud mouthed, opinionated freak from the glee club. As she thought about it some more she realized that there was no way Finn would want her if he could have Quinn, what the hell was she thinking? She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when she felt someone close her locker quickly.

"Hey Man Hands." Quinn said in her sickly sweet voice.

"What do you want Quinn?"

"Just wanted to make sure that you're voting me for Prom Queen." She smiled innocently.

"Yeah sure, whatever." Rachel shrugged as she turned to walk away, a hand on her shoulder pulling her back. Rachel wriggled from Quinn's tight grip and raised her eyebrow at the taller blonde.

"Anything else?" she asked, desperate to get away from the girl.

"Yeah, just wanted to remind you of that little talk we had in the auditorium the other day, Finn is mine therefore I want you to stay away from him."

"Er Quinn, we're in the same glee club I can't exactly stay away from him can I."

"Don't get smart with me okay Berry? You knew what I meant, Finn loves me and I love him, nothing is EVER going to change that, get it? So you need to get it through your dumb head that Finn doesn't want you, he never did want you! You were just his silly little rebound to get over me and when he realized he could never get over me he came crawling back. Just remember, Finn is mine and always will be so just back the hell off you little slut."

"Oh so I'm the slut now? I'm not the one who let my boyfriend's best friend get me pregnant! You need to look at yourself before you go around thinking you're better than everyone! Well, I've got news for you Quinn, you're not better than any of us here. So do me a favour please and stay the hell away from me."

Quinn stepped forward so that she was inches away from Rachel's face.

"Make me." she growled.

The next thing Rachel knew she was flung to the ground by a strong force, she looked up to find Santana grabbing Quinn by the hair and pushing her in to the lockers.

"Nobody messes with my girl okay Fabray." she heard Santana growl and she couldn't help but giggle at her best friend's bad were starting to gather yet nobody seemed to be stopping them, they all encouraged them by chanting 'Fight'. Mr Schuester fought his way through the crowd and pulled the two girls apart, just like he'd done at the beginning of the school year. Rachel got up to thank Santana, only to be punched square in the face by Quinn.

"Maybe that'll fix your big ass nose, freak."

She felt the hot red liquid low out of her nose and she ran to the nearest bathroom, the tears pouring out of her eyes as she filled the basin with water. The only thing she saw in the mirror was her own face covered in black mascara marks and blood. She continued to clean her face, before locking herself in one of the cubicles, not wanting to go out and face the rest of the school.

"Rachel?" she heard a familiar voice coming from the bathroom.

"Sam?" she questioned. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw what Quinn did to you and I wanted to know if you were okay."

"I'm fine." she muttered.

"No offence, but you don't sound fine to me. Can you let me in?"

"No, I look disgusting, well, more disgusting than usual."

Sam sighed, how could she think she was disgusting when she was, in his eyes, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He'd never told anybody but he was in the auditorium when she sang 'What I Did For Love', to be honest he didn't have an idea who she was but she looked so beautiful and her voice was incredible. He thought to himself, he was going to get that girl. But then, he learned that she was dating Finn and then somehow he found himself caught in the Quinn Fabray trap. That didn't stop him from staring at her though, the way she sang in glee club made him want to grab her and kiss her so hard, her voice was something you'd expect to come out of an angel. How could somebody so perfect think so low of herself?

"I don't think it's possible for you to ever look disgusting Rach, please let me in?" He sighed, hoping that she would believe him.

Rachel didn't know whether to believe him or not, was her genuinely telling the truth? Or was this just another one of Quinn's ploys to hurt her. She slowly dabbed her face with a tissue and got up but quickly sat back down again.

"I'm sorry Sam, I don't think I can."

"Okay, then I'm going to sit on the floor until you come out." Sam said as her sat on the floor, resting his back against the door.

She let out a little giggle. "Sam, don't be silly! You have class and this is the girl's bathroom."

"I, Sam Evans, do not care. I shall not be moved." he said firmly causing Rachel to laugh again.

"Oh, do I make you laugh Ms. Berry?" he asked.

"Maybe." she said coyly.

"Ahh, well then, I guess we're off to a great start. Tell me more about yourself."

"Why?" Rachel asked.

"Because, you're interesting to me Rachel and I want to know more about you and your life so tell me, and maybe I'll tell you."

"Well, I like singing obviously, musicals are my drug, my heroes are Barbra Streisand and Pattie LuPone. I have two gay dads both of which are amazing. I honestly don't have any idea what else to say."

Sam smiled as she described her love of music, he could tell it was such a big part of her life by the way she talked about it with such passion.

"Okay, I like to play football, I'm a bit of a nerd, I have quite a large family and my favourite movie of all time is Avatar, I can even speak Na'vi."

"Oh, I have an audition for Avatar on ice coming up! Say something in Na'vi for me, please?"

"Nga lor Rachel Berry."

"What does that mean?" Rachel asked a little confused.

"I'm not telling, you'll have to figure it out for yourself."

"Sam!" Rachel pouted, knowing full well that he couldn't see her.

"Pouting will get you no where Rachel." Sam laughed.

"Wait..how do you know I'm pouting?"

"I guess I know you better than you think I do."