Chapter One: Dating a Freshman
Long ago, in the mysterious town of Lima, Ohio; Sam Evans was dating a freshman.
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"Sam Evans is dating a freshman."
Hellerman poked his head out of his locker and looked at his two bandmates. His eyes were wide with curiosity, "Seriously? Is she hot? Is he hot? Come on man," he reached out and grabbed the blue t-shirt of his best friend since middle school, and shook him. "Tell me, Evans!"
"How old are you now, Sam? Like twenty-four?" asked the female drummer of their band. Her slender arms were folded over her leather jacket clad chest and the dark ruby red highlights in her chocolate brown hair hit her shoulders. She had been the one to declare that Sam was dating the freshman.
Pushing the natural blonde boy off of him, the (obvious) bleach blonded one turned to his friend. "I'm eighteen, Rox. And its totally not illegal."
Sam Evans
18 years old
Rating: Pretty Cool
Fun fact #1: Can speak Na'vi
Fun Fact #2: Sings in glee club
"Whatever," she scoffed. She opened her locker and grabbed her Spanish book, before turning to the two boys. "I'm off to Spanish. See you losers at practice."
"Um," Sam began earning looks from both his bandmates, "I have glee club practice after school today. And Rachel would kill me if I was late. Just saying."
"Glee?" Hellerman asked with shock. There was an obvious question mark over his head and Roxie had a look on her face. In bold text it read: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
"Yeah."
"Well," Hellerman responded and clapped his hands. "We'll come see you perform. I mean, it can't be that hard. When does it start?"
"We have a meeting today at lunch. You wanna come then?" Sam asked.
"Sure."
Roxie rolled her shoulders and walked off with a wave. Hellerman rushed after her, since they had classes in the same hallway. Although Sam had noticed how Hellerman was looking at Roxie like she was everything he wanted in a woman. He doubted it. Roxie wasn't interested in guys at the moment. She wasn't a lesbian or bisexual—she just didn't want someone tying her down when she got to college. If he remembered correctly, she wanted to go to UC Berkley in California. Sam shook his head and walked to class.
"Sam, I'd like to speak to about the duet for Regionals. Do you think Finn and I should sing a love song or a song about heartache?" Sam looked up from the bass guitar he had in his hands and into the doe brown eyes of his fellow club member.
Rachel Berry
17 years old
Rating: 2/5
Fact: She's crazy
Silence. Sam opened his mouth to speak when someone else stopped him. "EVIE BABY!"
The entire glee club and blushing Sam turned to see Hellerman and Roxie standing there. Hellerman had a super huge grin on his face and he rushed over, pushing past Rachel. He crushed his lips against Sam's, moaning as his tongue dipped into the other blonde's mouth.
Sam pushed him away. "Hellerman!"
Brandon Hellerman
18 years old
Times he's made out/slept with Sam: 18/3
Times he's made out/slept with Roxie: 31/10 (including half an hour ago)
Fun Fact 1: He's a bisexual man-whore and damn proud of it
Fun Fact 2: Everyone calls him Hellerman
Brandon grinned, his baby blue eyes twinkling before he blew a kiss towards Sam and mouthed out 'I love you'. Behind him, Roxie was shaking her head. She stepped up to the two and smacked Hellerman across the back of the head.
"You're such a whore,"
"You weren't complaining a while ago." He pointed out. Roxie shot him another look and made a gun with her two fingers and thumb. She placed it to her temple and imitated a gun clicking and shooting. BANG!The natural blonde pouted and peppered her face with kisses. "Why don't love me, Roxie? Unless—" he shot a glare at Sam before looking back at the black girl. "You're still in love with Sam? WHY?"
Roxanne "Roxie" Rhodes
17 1/2 years old
Status: Single (at the moment)
Fun Fact 1: Can kill at the drums
Fun Fact 2: Dated Sam from 6th to 8th grade
"No, but you do." Roxie retorted. Hellerman frowned and than shrugged before nuzzling his face against Sam's.
"I can't tell a lie. I wuv my Evie Baby."
"I'm dating someone, Hellerman!" Sam snapped. "And aren't you two here and check out the club?"
"Alright guys!" cried Mr. Shuester. "Today, instead of glee club, we're going to listen to a few songs by Sam's band."
Will Shuester
Status: Divorced and Hopelessly in love with Emma
Clueless Meter: 100
Fun Fact: He uses way too much hair gel
Sam was about ask how he knew when a young Asian girl rushed up to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Attack hug!"
"Attack hug, yeah." Sam said with disbelief before smiling down at the young girl. "Hey there Val."
The young Asian girl smiled and kissed his cheek, "Hi Sam."
Valerie Kwan
15 years old
Dating: Sam Evans
Fun Fact 1: She's Mike's cousin
Fun Fact 2: Can't read or speak Chinese
Roxie raised an eyebrow towards the two. "Wow," she stated. "You are so going jail, Sam. You're dating a fifteen year old."
Sam looked over at her, "How did you know that, Roxie?"
"The information grid."
"What?" Sam looked puzzled but shook his head.
"Alright, let's hear the amazing sounds of...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your band's name." Mr. Shue asked, noticing that the trio had their instruments now. Roxie was positioned behind the drum set in of her, the two boys in front, her drumsticks in hand and Sam had his bass ready, pic just an inch away from the strings. Hellerman had the microphone in front of him and Will wondered where it came from. But he shook his head and guided Valerie to a seat next to Artie who smiled friendly towards her. She waved before staring at the band.
"Well," Hellerman began and readied his friends, "We're going to playing the song Contagious by Boys Like Girls. Actually, we named our band after their album because it's so—"
"WE ARE LOVE DRUNK! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!" Roxie shouted, hitting her sticks with every count, the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 appearing in bright red coloring as she counted. She and Sam began the intro and Hellerman began to sing.
"I'm flying down the fast lane
Doing 95, 90 things on my brain
Dunno where the hell I'm goin', but I'm going after you
I'm jumping on the last train
Got this crazy kind of feeling that I can't explain
Dunno know where the hell I'm goin', but I'm going after you."
His voice was a velvety baritone. Sam was nodding his head as he played. Roxie looked so into her part, her drum sticks hitting on every note, her face relaxed, completely different from her everyday 'I don't care/Shut up' expression. Valerie's eyes slowly changed as she watched. They went from eyes to stars.
"And I know you think I'm crazy
And I dress up like I'm poor
I don't do dinner and movies
But if I showed up at your door"
"Would you give me one more minute
The story's far from finished
We could fill in all the pages
I'm feeling sick, girl you're so contagious
Just wanna say I miss you, I caught it when I kissed you
And I've been through all the stages
I'm feeling sick, girl you're so contagious"
Sam leaned in as Hellerman sang and took the ending of the chorus, "I'm feeling sick girl, you're so contagious"
By the end of the song, the entire glee club had mixed expressions. It in the following order.
Rachel is expression was simple: :(
Finn and Brittany: O_O
Puck's was...Puck's.
Mike, Artie, Mercedes and Tina: :D
Mr. Shue: :)
Santana's: Bitch please. (There couldn't possibly be a symbol for it)
A round of applause caught everyone's attention and they all turned to see Emma and Coach Bieste smiling towards the two. "Bravo!"
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Information grids will be added later. We currently are facing technical difficulties.
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AT ROXIE'S HOUSE
"Dude, you're girlfriend seems nice," Hellerman stated running his fingers along the patterns on Roxie's wall. Sam sat next to him, a can of Wild Cherry Pepsi in his hand (+3 Sugar Rush). Roxie was on the edge of her bed, her head hanging as she stared up at her ceiling. Across the room, sitting at her laptop, was her sixteen year old half brother. He was charging his PSP and surfing the net for any codes and game information.
"Yeah she does," Sam smiled.
"Have you guys, like, done it yet?" asked Roxie's half brother.
"We have done many things. I walk her down the hallway, we kinda hold hands and we talk about how her classes are gong." Sam smiled towards the other boy. Roxie shook her head and sat up, the left strap of her black tank top falling off her shoulder as she did.
"Sam, if your life had a face, I would so punch it."
"Why?" Sam asked.
Roxie raised an eyebrow, "Do you hear yourself? She's freaking fifteen. And if I remember correctly, you told me you were staying away from girls. So why are you dating one now? For whatever population rep you have left after quitting football?"
"No, I'm dating her because..."
"You know what. I don't wanna now." Roxie clarified and fell back on the bed, her head hitting Hellerman's thigh. "I don't like her anyway. She's too...girly for my taste."
"Did we just hear a confession?" Hellerman asked. "Is our Roxie bi-curious? Milo, quick, check her history for any porno sites!" He called to the sixteen year old. Roxie slammed her fist into his jaw and grabbed her comforter and threw it at her brother.
"Touch my history and your X-Box meet a watery demise."
Her brother nodded. Sam laughed and got up. "Later guys. See you tomorrow!"
"Bye, Sam!" cried the half brother.
"Later pedo!" Roxie yelled out.
"I love you Evie Baby!" Hellerman called.
Shaking his head, Sam walked off.
SAM'S BEDROOM
Shutting the door, Sam turned to the figure sitting in a chair, their nose in a book. "Before you find out from someone else, yes I'm dating a freshman."
"Aww, is he cute?"
"It's a girl."
"No longer interested. But just out of curiousity, does this mean we can't sleep together anymore?"
"Do you see another bed in here?" Sam asked and went to the bathroom.
"Oh yes, you're so totally my bitch forever, Sam."
"Shut up Blaine!"
"Love you too."
Sam came out the bathroom in a pair of Ravenclaw pajamas and sank into the covers of his bed. Blaine arose, his cellphone in hand, and walked into the bathroom. Sam sighed, he really was too good of a nice guy if he let Blaine live with him and his younger twin siblings. Grabbing the latest X-23 comic from his bedside table, he opened to the first page and had just gotten to the good part when his cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"A freshman? Really Sammy?" came the voice of his younger sister Cadie Evans.
"Yeah, are you, like, insane?" asked his brother Luce. "We're twelve and know that's wrong on so many levels."
Sam was beginning to wonder if his younger brother knew he was gay. The so-called "boy crush" on Blaine was the topping on the cake since had not once been interested in girls whatsoever. Well then again, there was the attraction to Quinn's eyes which all three siblings were drawn to.
"It's not."
"You guys haven't...you know...have you?" Cadie asked in shock.
"WHAT! No! I've only kissed her cheek twice. We just hold hands."
"Where did she go to middle school?" Luce questioned.
"Some Catholic School."
"With the uniforms and everything?" they chorused.
"Yea."
A pregnant pause. "You're insane." Cadie said.
"How did you two even find out about this."
Another pregnant pause. "Blaine." They chorused.
"You know me," Blaine said with a smile, the bathroom door opening.
"Blaine!" Sam yelled and it closed. "Look you guys, I'm happy."
"You're in mourning, dumbass." Luce said and the line went dead. Sam wondered why they used the house phone to call him when they were only two doors down the hallway. Their parents were in Chicago and left the house their grandmother had paid off to them. Since Blaine was the oldest (but not their relative), he worked—with Sam and Cadie helping on the side during the summer—to keep the place up. Luce never helped; he was always at summer camp.
Throwing his phone on the couch and the comic back on his nightstand, Sam turned over on his side, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
SAM'S DREAM
He was alone. Alone in the hallways of McKinley. Oh god he might as well have been in a desert. With a groan of agony, he sank to his knees, his hands clutching his hair. "I'm so alone. Am I dead? Oh dear God, why am I dead? Why now?"
"You're not dead or alone," came a voice-a familiar one at that. Where had he heard it? "You're just having some stupid dream. And you still dye your hair."
Sam shot up. "I'm not alone?" he called out.
"No."
Sam looked around, noticing a figure walk off but not before he caught sight of a messenger bag. He knew that bag. He broke into a run, turning the corner and saw the figure, their hips swings and he felt heat and want floor him. He wanted this person, badly. "Hey! If I'm not alone, does this mean we can make out?"
Oh God, he sounded like Puckerman.
The figure laughed and turned but Sam only saw those blue/green eyes. Eyes he had been even more love with than Quinn's. "Shouldn't you be waking up now?"
"What—?" Sam was pulled from his dream. His eyes shot open and he shot up from the bed. "Oh god."
"What is it, Sam?" Blaine asked, sitting up.
"I just had a strange dream."
"Did this dream involve a certain redhead?" asked another male getting up.
"We don't use the N word in this house, Mattie." Blaine said and kissed his boyfriend. "Now sleep. Sam, you have school in 45 minutes."
"Shit!"