Chapter One – Audition

"So Sam, tell us about yourself."

"Well…my name's Sam Evans. I like sports, comic books. I'm dyslexic so my grades aren't that great, but I'm working on it," I said, addressing the four boys seated in front of me.

There was Finn, the quarterback. He was really tall, almost abnormally so and he was really handsome, but don't tell him I said that. Then there were three others that were all in the Glee club with Finn. The one on the end is also tall and tan and pretty buff. He's pretty easy on the eyes too but he looks kinda dumb. Between this guy and Finn is a rail-thin Asian boy. And on Finn's other side was a preppy looking boy in a wheelchair that I met yesterday named Artie.

"Dude, your mouth is huge! How many tennis balls can you fit in there?" said the tall, tan and buff dude. Um…is he serious? What kind of stupid question is that!

"I dunno. I've never had any balls in my mouth. Have you?" That'll teach you to ask stupid questions. The boy smiled but didn't reply. Well, that's one point for Team Sam. Finn looked pretty shocked…I guess it isn't common for people to insult that other guy. He whispered something to the wheelchair kid and I caught something about that evil dwarf Bieber but I couldn't hear the rest.

"So can you sing with that big mouth?"

"Um…I dunno. I've never actually sung in front of anybody before." Ok, I admit it. I'd love to join the Glee club here, but I'm still pretty nervous around all these new people and I don't have my guitar with me. I used to be in the choir at my old school but we just did small performances for parents at Christmas time and Easter and that type of deal. I love to sing, but this is still all so new to me. But anyways, let me tell you how I met Finn and what first made me want to join the Glee club here at McKinley.

...

So, I sat down at lunch with the same people I've been sitting with for the last week since I transferred here. It was Monday, my least favorite day of the week…mainly because it means I have five days worth of dyslexic moments ahead of me before I get a break.

Honestly, I don't even know these people that I'm sitting with. There was an empty seat on the first day when I came out here into the courtyard that looks creepily like a prison rec yard and asked them if I could sit there. They all nodded and didn't say much and went about doing whatever it was they were doing. My seat was on the end so I mainly just watched all the other people around me and noticed a few attractive ones and some that definitely weren't. You know, I was just minding my own business.

But this particular day, a few tables over, a really short brunette girl sets down a boombox that looks like she dug it out of an 80s garage sale. It starts playing a beat and she and some other kids all start adding a pretty kickass harmony with their voices. They're all dressed alike, but that's not weird in high school. I think. It's not weird, right?

To make a long story short…and since there's no way I could remember who sang what lines of the song (dyslexic, remember?)…they all sang. They danced too which was pretty awesome. I couldn't help but tap my foot with the beat of the song. I probably looked pretty stupid sitting there staring at them since no one else was. They finished their song and not a single person clapped or even gave them a passing glance. So rude. They were pretty good I thought. They got up and collected their boombox and went back inside, but one tall guy with a dark faux-hawk caught my eye and gave me a nod hello. He was kinda cute, so I nodded back and flashed him a smile. And then he walked off with the rest of his friends.

After school, we had our first football meeting before tryouts. And guess who should show up but that tall guy with the fauxhawk. There was another guy that I think I saw dancing with Fauxhawk at lunch but I can't recall. All the guys show up and start laughing and talking about summer and girls. I just felt really out of place in there.

Then this huge boar of a lady showed up wearing a fanny pack. Weren't those outlawed years ago for being totally ridiculous? All the guys looked confused and sat down. Before she said anything, she pulled this army-looking sign-up sheet for Glee club off the wall and holds it up. Fauxhawk raises his hand…and he's right in front of me. So I can't see a darn thing going on.

"We're just trying to recruit some new members for Glee club," he says. He's got a semi-deep voice – not too high, not too low. It definitely suits him.

"The Panther isn't cool with anything except doing exactly what she says. That's how you win."

Damn, this lady is scary. 'Nuff said. Then she really got everyone riled up.

"Now, first things first. You're all cut. Everyone starts fresh with me. Tryouts begin…(she looks at her watch)…right now. Any questions?"

Um…did I hear that right? Well, that will make it easier getting that quarterback spot easier. These other guys are pretty pissed though. I guess their old coach wasn't quite as tough on them. Everyone looked ready to riot when the door opened and a scrawny looking guy comes in carrying a buttload of pizzas.

"I got twenty-five everything pies for a Coach…Beiste?"

"I didn't order any pizzas."

All I can really say is that everyone just looked…well, confused. Bieste included. She turned and glared at us. Oh crap, don't smile when she looks at you! Dammit Sam! I said DON'T SMILE! Quick, look down. I just keep looking at the floor until Bieste told us all to start stuffing our faces and then put on the pads. Fauxawk hands me a slice and smiled. He must recognize me from earlier. We didn't talk or anything, I just accepted the pizza and shoveled it down.

The next day, Fauxhawk and a kid in a wheelchair stop at my locker and introduce themselves.

"Hi there, uh, Sam. My name's Finn and this here's Artie," he says, gesturing to the wheelchair boy. How the heck did he know my name? He holds out his hand with a big doofy, hillbilly smile on his face. I could definitely get used to that face.

"I know who you are…you're the quarterback."

...! I blushed. Why do I always have to do that around cute guys? He probably thinks I'm a creep now.

"We'd like to talk to you about Glee club."

And that's how I met Finn.

...

Wow, that was a little longer than I thought. Sorry if my story bored you. Come back to reality, Sam. You know, that place where real things are happening right now? You still have to sing for these four guys.

"Let me tell you dude, chicks dig singers," said the buff guy. He walked over to a closet and got out two guitars and handed one to Finn, who then brought it to me.

"We'll back you up, I promise. What song you got in your back pocket?" Finn asked.

"Um….Billionaire?" I said. Finn just smiled and nodded his head ok.

...

"I know you must think I'm a total dork, but it was really cool!" I said, still giggling. It really had been fun to sing with those guys. Finn was a goofball, but I liked that about him and he was kinda cute.

"Sam, I don't think think you're a dork. You know that. Even if you were, I'd still totally adore you."

Blaine really is a great boyfriend. He's got that tall, dark and handsomely mysterious thing going on…minus the tall part. I don't really mind that he's not tall…I'm six feet so it would be kinda weird if we were both tall. We're sitting in his room at Dalton Academy watching Alien on his itty bitty beat up old television. This movie is perfect for us…its all space-y for me and full of scary stuff for him. That bastard loves to freak me out so he can cuddle me. But on the upside, he's better than my old stuffed bear back home for snuggling with late at night or during a scary movie or just when I need someone to talk to.

"You promise you don't think I'm a dork?" I ask him, pouting. I know that doing my puppy dog face melts him like butter. His eyes get all big and usually he'll kiss me right about now.

"I promise sweetie. You've only seen Star Wars a gazillion times, Avatar a few less than that…you speak the Blue Monkey language for Hevans (AN: sorry guys, couldn't resist ) sake! Why on earth would I think you're a dork?" he teases.

I hate when he does that. I may be the six foot, blond jock type…but I'm kinda sensitive when it comes to my sci-fi obsession. I swear he does it just so he can upset me and then kiss me and make me feel ten times better.

"Actually, they're called Na'vi."

"Sorry. You speak the Na'vi language. What is that funny sounding thing you're always saying to me?"

"Lor menari?"

"Yes, that. Remind me again what it means…in English?"

"It means you have pretty eyes," I remind him for the millionth time. He knows perfectly well what it means, he just wants to hear me say it…again.

"Why, Samuel, when did you become such a charmer?" He's just trying to make me blush now, and darn it, he's good at it too.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

His lips oblige. They're soft but always taste like spearmint toothpaste. I usually hate anything minty, but Blaine's lips are definitely an exception. I love kissing him. It's even better than watching Avatar…but not Empire Strikes Back. If any of you ever repeat that, I'll deny it.

"You know…you never told me what was so cool today at your new school that had you all worked up in the first place," Blaine says. We may not be making out ALL the time, but snuggling up on his bed to talk is just as good.

"Some guys from the football team want me to join their Glee club. I sang with them today and they want me to come back and audition with the entire club."

"I'd really rather you didn't do that, Sammy."

"Why not? I really liked those guys." I ask. Now I'm just a tad bit confused.

"Um…well, aren't you going out for football too? If you do both, you'll never have a free afternoon to come see me."

"Yeah, I was planning on doing football too. I'll still find time to come see you Blaine, you know I'd never let something like that get in the way."

"You'll make it out here like…once a month or something. Besides, you know singing is my thing to do with you. Why can't you be my incredibly studly quarterback boyfriend instead of a singing one?"

I sigh inwardly. I really do want to join the McKinley Glee club but Blaine has a point…doing football AND Glee is going to seriously cut into my free time and I did want to be able to still come see Blaine often.

"Okay. You win. Singing will just be our little gig and I'll be the best, most-est studliest quarterback you've ever seen. And I'm all yours," I told him before leaning in for another kiss. Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to tell Finn and the rest of those guys.

...

"Are you screwing with me?"

Uh oh. Anytime the Bieste gets that loud, it's time to run for cover…wonder who set her off this time.

"You're off the team! Cut! OUT!" Oh shit. I'm just going to finish getting stuff out of my locker as quietly as possible and slip out of the locker room before she starts yelling at me.

"Dude, you're totally overreacting!" That's definitely Finn's voice.

"DUDE! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LOCKER ROOM!" I finally turn around to leave and see Finn and wheelchair kid…Artie?...limping away with some seriously wounded pride.

"Bunch of Glee homos is what they are. Don't need no homos on this team," a big, chunky black guy said. His equally chunky white buddy laughed and high-fived him.
It's best to just not say anything Sam. Just walk away. Which is exactly what I did.

...

"Hey Sam, why didn't you show yesterday at the try-out?" Finn asked me before practice the next day. Better make up something fast.

"I wanted to. I did. But after what Coach Bieste did to you…do you know how everybody talks about you Glee guys?"

"Yea, you get used to all that."

I don't think I could ever really get used to that kind of taunting. Some people can do it, and I greatly admire that, but I don't think I could. I get upset when Blaine teases me about watching Avatar again, because I just know that deep down he thinks I'm a dork and a loser. I just have this compulsive need to get along with people. I don't necessarily have to like them, but as long as they don't tease me, we're good.

"Look Finn, I'm the new guy. That means I'm already on the outside looking in. I don't wanna start off three touchdowns behind," I said. He looked pretty hurt.

"I gotta go…Coach Bieste makes us do a hundred push-ups for every minute we're late."

"You made the team, man, that's cool! What position?" Finn asked.

"Quaterback."

The look of hurt on his face is still seared into my mind. I let him down with Glee and now I've robbed him of his position. Forget about him, Sam. You're the new kid here, you NEED this. You're the new quarterback, you're the top of the heap. I'm sorry Finn, I like you and all, but my boyfriend comes before your club and even more than that, I don't want to have the living daylights teased out of me every day.

Finn didn't say anything back. I heard the door shut just before I put my helmet on and jogged out onto the field.

AN: Well, that's Chapter One. I know it starts off with some Blam! action, but I promise it wont stay that way forever :) Let me know what you guys think!

Updated A/N: Chapter Nine is now up and the fun stuff is hot and heavy so stick with it!