New fan fiction guys! And it's a Glee one this time, so yaaay! I hope you guys enjoy this! I'm not even going to tell you who it's going to be all about. You guys get to discover it all on your own! Let me know some constructive criticism guys! :)


Sammy Sawyer walked into William McKinley High School for her first day at her new school. She wasn't really looking forward to it either, to be completely honest. This was her first time ever transferring schools, and she was rather nervous about the whole experience.

Sammy couldn't be sure if anyone here would like her. Or if she really wanted anyone to like her. Knowing her luck, everyone here would think she was odd or crazy or something like that. Or even worse, they would find about what happened at home, and they would laugh at her for it. That had never happened before, but she didn't want to risk it.

As she walked down the halls, Sammy pulled her headphones over her ears, cranking up her iPhone. Perhaps if she kept her head down, and stayed immersed in her music, then no one would bother annoying her.

She took a look at her schedule, and let out a sigh. According to her schedule, she had locker number 531, but she had no idea where that would be located. She tried remembering from the tour she'd received earlier in the week, but the entire place was so much more confusing when it was full of students.

Sammy had just accepted the fact that she was going to be late for her first hour class when a pale-skinned boy wearing what looked like a very expensive outfit approached her, and tapped his ears. Sammy raised her eyebrows, but nevertheless, took her headphones, and slipped them around her neck.

"Hello there," the boy said, smiling. "You look lost." His voice was a little high for a boy, which made her question her first assessment that he was indeed a guy. However, he did have a bit of a rough patch in his voice that made her sure that he was in fact, a he.

"I am," Sammy admitted. At least this guy didn't seem rude at all. Perhaps he would be nice enough to help her with finding her locker. "I'm new here, and I can't remember where my locker's located."

"What's your number?" the boy asked.

"Five-three-one," Sammy responded.

"That's only a few down from mine," the boy said, smiling even more. "The name is Kurt Hummel."

"Sammy Sawyer," Sammy said, taking Kurt's hand. They shook hands, and the seventeen-year-old girl couldn't help but feeling relieved

"Nice to meet you, Sammy. So, what do you have first hour?"

Sammy looked down at her schedule, and back at Kurt. "Apparently I have first hour Spanish IV with Mr. Schuester."

Kurt's face lit up at that. "Great! I do too! Here, let me show you the way to your locker, Miss Sawyer." Sammy couldn't help but laughing at him as he linked their elbows together, and lead her through the school, until they reached locker number 531.

"Here ya go," Kurt replied, smiling. "If you wait for me, I'll be kind to show you where Mr. Schue's class is." He bumped his shoulder playfully against Sammy's, and she laughed.

She opened her locker up, hung her backpack up, and took off her coat, hanging that up as well. Then she turned to Kurt, who was fixing a picture in his locker of a boy with dark hair that was gelled up. Below the picture was the word 'courage' which was written with magazine letters. The brown-haired boy then grabbed a couple different textbooks, and closed his locker. He then turned back to Sammy, and grinned.

"Let's go," he said, and once again, they linked arms together. Kurt dragged Sammy throughout the school, going to what seemed like the complete opposite side of the building. On the way, she had time to think about what was going on.

She liked Kurt, he seemed like a cool guy. She had a nagging suspicion that he might be gay, but didn't want to say anything incase she was wrong. She knew how annoying it could be, having something assumed of you, just because you dressed a certain way or acted a certain way. She couldn't count on both hands how many times someone assumed she was a lesbian, just because she happened to dress in graphic t-shirts, hoodies, and loose-fitting sweat pants, shorts, or jeans. Apparently you had to wear clothes out of your gender-appropriate section in order to be straight, which was absurd.

But even if Kurt was gay, Sammy wouldn't mind. She was a huge supporter of the LGBT community, so it wouldn't particularly bug her.

"Where'd you go before McKinley?" Kurt asked, breaking Sammy out of her thoughts.

"Just a small town in Wisconsin," she responded, grimacing when she thought of the place. It wasn't really the best place to of gone to school. All the kids there had been jerks to her, and she'd had no friends at all. The only thing she had was her music, and of course her Disney. Disney had been her life since she'd been little. Most of the songs on her iPhone were from Disney movies such as Tangled, Hercules, and Treasure Planet.

"Mmmm," Kurt replied. "Well, this is Mr. Schue's classroom."

"Why do you call him that?" Sammy asked, curious.

"What, Mr. Schue?" Kurt inquired. "Not everyone does, it's mainly the ones of us who're in Glee Club, which he coaches."

"Glee Club?" She'd never heard that phrase before, although that could've been because she'd never been in a club before.

"It's like show choir," Kurt responded, smiling, then he grimaced a bit. "Although, we're a little short on members right now." He let out a sigh.

"What do you mean? I thought a lot of teenagers have a dream of singing?"

"Not here, apparently. Or they do, and they're just afraid of all the bullying that could happen if they join Glee Club, which isn't very popular. We're the lowest of the low. Joining Glee Club means social suicide."

"Then why don't you quit?"

He looked at her with his bluish-grey eyes, and smiled faintly. "Because performing makes me feel this euphoric feeling that I don't get doing anything else. When I'm up there, on that stage singing, I feel as though I can conquer the world. Performing is what I love, and I won't give up my lifetime dream for four years of happiness. Especially when those four years won't mean much to me ten years down the road. "

The fact that Kurt could speak about something as simple as a high school club with that much passion surprised Sammy. She almost wished she could speak about something as he had about Glee Club, but then again that would actually mean joining a club. Or finding something she was good at, which was difficult. And, with her trying to pass school, she simply didn't have enough time. And then, there was simply her mother. There was no way in hell that she'd let her daughter join a club.

"Is that's why you're so short members? I mean, because it's apparently social suicide?"

"That," Kurt responded, "and the fact that we've recently lost a lot of our members. Sam was transferred to a different school because his father got a different job. Lauren and Puck broke up, so she left. And then, more recently, Santana, Mercedes, and Brittany quit because Mr. Schue wasn't spreading solos equally amongst the group. And they've joined up with Ms. Corcoran's new Glee Club, the Troubletones."

"Wait, wait, wait," Sammy interjected. "You've hurt my brain. How many members do you need to compete?"

"Twelve." Kurt looked thoughtful for a second. "We only have ten right now."

"How hard could it be to find two more members though?" Sammy really didn't get why this was such a big deal. Couldn't they just find someone who'd be able to sing just for the competitions?

"No one joins Glee Club. As I said, it's just social suicide." He looked at Sammy with a hopeful look on his face. "Unless, you want to? I know, I may've just ruined any chances at persuading you, but in there, we're like a family. We all care for each other. And you get to sing your heart out!"

Sammy held her hands up. "Sorry, I'm not interested. It sounds cool and all, but I've never once sung in front of a crowd of people, and in all honesty, I don't plan on starting."

Kurt chuckled. "It's alright. It was worth the shot. Anyways, perhaps we should go inside the room so we aren't late." He gestured inside the class, and Sammy couldn't help but smiling. They walked inside the room, which was basically empty except for a couple of students, and who Sammy could only presume was Mr. Schuester.

He had light brownish hair that could also pass for a dark blonde, which was curled. There really wasn't much else that Sammy could make out about him, as he was writing on the whiteboard.

Kurt went to sit down by a latina girl in a cheerleading outfit, and Sammy let out a sigh. She walked up to the teacher, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hello?" she asked, making him turn on the spot.

She almost melted on the spot when she saw his liquid green eyes. His face widened into a smile, causing her heart to race fast. She mentally scolded herself.

Stop it, Sammy. He's a teacher! And you don't even know him. He's just a pretty face.

"You must be the new girl. Samantha Sawyer, right?"

"That's me. But, you can call me Sammy. I actually kind of prefer it."

He smiled even wider. "Well, welcome to William McKinley High, Sammy. How about you sit by Kurt, and I'll get you a textbook." He pointed to where Kurt and the latina girl were sitting, and Sammy nodded her head. She walked back to Kurt, and sat down next to him.

"Sammy, this is Santana," Kurt said, pointing to the latina. "She's part of the Trebletones."

"Hello," Sammy said, smiling.

Santana glared at her. "Is she joining New Directions?" She looked at Kurt at her question.

"Nope. She has no interest in singing. That doesn't mean we can't be friends, right? I mean, you may not be part of the New Directions anymore, but we don't have to let this split us up. I thought we were friends."

"Listen Hummel, I'm part of the Trebletones now. I can't be bothered to talk to you New Directions members." And with that, she turned back to her textbook.

"Sorry about that," Kurt whispered to Sammy. "Santana can be a little...harsh at points, but she normally means well. I think she's taking this Trebletones versus New Directions thing a little too seriously."

"It's alright. I feel more sorry for you," Sammy whispered back. And it was the truth. If Santana and Kurt were friends, and this was what Glee Club did to friends, then she was glad she wasn't joining Glee. It didn't matter if they had fun, because she knew that losing friends would be worse.

That, and she didn't particularly want to sing in front of anyone. Not now, not ever. And she just wasn't going to changer her mind.