Editor's Note:

Hello! This is my first fanfiction that I've written. It is a "eventually turn into love" love story of Sam Evans and Noah Puckerman. So I really hope you enjoy reading this, and I promise as the story goes on, it will get better! This is my first time at free writing, so please bear with me! This will also include my straight OTP, Fabrevans :) Happy Reading!

Disclaimer:

I do not own Glee, nor any of the characters associated!


"How the hell did I even get dragged into this?" Sam quietly muttered to himself as he trailed behind his girlfriend, Quinn who happened to be shopping for clothes at the mall.

He didn't know how, but somehow Quinn had managed to persuade him to come shopping with her. Something about, 'spending more time together' and 'going out on a date'. Which shopping and going out to eat sounded more like a 'girl's day out' sort of thing to him, but whatever made Quinn happy. He knew that they had been quite busy lately, him being on the football team at the beginning of the year, then basketball season, and now baseball season was starting up for him. Quinn had the Cheerios occupying her and both of them they had Glee Club. Although during Glee Club they got to sing duets and see each other, and they also saw each other in the hallways and lunch, but you can't really have a hot make-out session or sex right in the middle of class, the hallway, or the cafeteria. They were finally able to spend time together, so he couldn't really complain how they were spending time with each other. He should just stop being a jerk and just be appreciative that they were together.

Sam was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when Quinn got his attention.

"So what cardigan do you think would go best with the blue dress?" She asked as she held up a white one and a pale pink one.

"Um, I really don't know, Q. Whichever one you like." Sam told her.

"Sam, just what one do you think I'd look better in?" She asked giving him a pleading look.

"Babe, you look good in anything." He kissed her on the cheek and winked at her.

"Sam! I love you, but this is a serious matter!" She giggled and playfully punched him on the arm. "I really need your advice!" She exclaimed as she held them up again.

"Here, just buy both. You'll pull both of them off anyway." Sam smiled at her.

Quinn looked up and smiled at him, "Have I ever told you that I love you and you are the most perfect boyfriend ever?"

Sam laughed, "Have I ever told you that I love you, and you are the most perfect girlfriend ever?"

After Sam and Quinn had bought the cardigans, they decided to go out for ice cream. A new ice cream shop had opened in town so they thought they'd try it out.

"Lickity-Split…" Quinn read as they pulled up into the parking lot. "Sounds like a catchy name."

They both got out of the car and walked towards the ice cream shop. Sam grabbed Quinn's hand as they walked up to the window.

"So, what would my lady like to get?" He asked her in a corny British accent.

Quinn laughed at his dorkiness. "I think I'll take a small chocolate ice cream cone."

As they reached the outside counter, a young man in about his late teens or early twenties, slid open the window. He had tanned skin, a Mohawk, and a killer smile…

"Welcome to Lickity-Split, how may I help you?" He asked with fake enthusiasm.

He didn't seem like he was trying to be rude, you could just tell he didn't want to be here. When Sam looked at him, he had this sort of weird feeling inside of his stomach. That feeling inside of him was very familiar. It was the same feeling when he first saw Quinn…Wait, was that feeling in his stomach, butterflies?

What the hell? Why am I feeling fucking butterflies in my stomach when I look at a random stranger? And let's not forget this random stranger is a fucking DUDE.

Before Sam could get anymore confused, Quinn snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Earth to Sam! What would you like?"

"Oh, um, uh," was all he could spit out. "I'll take uh, take a um, medium chocolate ice cream cone, sure." He stuttered out as he felt his cheeks grow hot.

The guy scratched some words on his notepad and said, "That'll be $4.00."

Sam reached into his pocket, struggling to get his wallet out.

"Would you get the hell outta there?" He muttered to his walled.

After a few minutes of fighting with his pocket and wallet, he finally got it and handed the guy the money. The guy's hand slightly brushed over Sam's hand in the process of taking his money and Sam instantly felt some sort of electric feeling run through his hand and arm. Oh my god, what the hell is going on? Sam thought to himself as he snapped his hand away. The guy left the window and came back shortly with their cones.

"Have a great day." The guy told them before they left.

Before Sam walked away, he quickly stole a glance at the guy's name tag. Noah. He smiled to himself. That's a nice name…

He mentally slapped himself. What the fuck, Evans? What are you thinking? Um, that's a man you are getting all girly for!

Damn, he knew he shouldn't have agreed to go shopping. Looking for cardigans was somehow making him grow a vagina. He honestly didn't know what was going on. You fucking looked back to see what his name was, Sam.

He quickly grabbed Quinn's free hand with his, and ran toward the car. Once they reached the vehicle, he let go, got in the driver's side, slammed the door and started the engine.

"Uh, what the hell is going on with you all of a sudden?" Quinn gave him a puzzled look as she got into the car and he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Nothing dear, just forgot I had to babysit Stacey and Stevie while Mom and Dad go out to dinner." Was the best excuse he could come up with.

"Oh well would you like me to help you? Once we get them to bed, we can put in a movie and 'watch it'." She put air quotations around "watch it" and gave him a seductive look.

"As much as I'd love to Q," and boy, would he love to, "I think we should skip that tonight. I think my parents may have caught onto what we did last time…" he lied. All they did was make out on the couch, and he was sure his parents knew nothing about that.

"Oh," Quinn sort of pouted a little. "Well next time we'll go to my house," she winked.

"Sure thing, Noah." He replied, not stopping his sentence in time before he realized what he said.

"Uh, what?" Quinn gave him the weirdest look as she finished her ice cream.

Shit, why did you call her Noah? Oh, that's right because he still had that ice cream dude still stuck in his head.

"Yeah, uh, Noah's Ark. We're learning about him in History class."

Is that the best lie you could come up with? Sam asked himself as he pulled into Quinn's driveway.

"Well, here ya go, Quinn." Sam said.

"Thank you for the lovely day, Sammy. I had a great time. I'm glad we finally got to be alone." She thanked hi, as she leaned over and kissed him.

"Of course, Q. I had a great day. You'll look beautiful in those cardigans. I love you." He kissed her back again.

She exited the car and turned to wave at him. He blew her a kiss as he pulled out and headed home.

Once Sa, got home and in the house, he went passed his parents and siblings in the living room, telling them hello and ignoring his mother's pestering questions on how his day went. He ran upstairs and closed and locked his door. He kicked off his shoes and jumped on his bed.

"What the hell is going on? Sam asked himself out loud.

He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not gay." He repeated to himself. "What is happening? Why did I feel that way? He was a fucking dude for crying out loud!" He flipped himself around so he was lying on his stomach.

"But he was so handsome looking. His hair may have been dorky, but his smile and when he touched me I just…" Sam got lost in the reminiscing of earlier events that today and literally slapped himself. "Get your shit together, Evans!" He yelled at himself. "You've obviously drank or ate something that was drugged and it's messed up your thinking. You don't get butterflies, you're just so deprived of sex from Quinn, your mind is playing tricks on you." That was the only excuse he could think of. "You're in love with Quinn. Holding her hand was the reason why you were all giddy inside. She's your beautiful girlfriend, that's why."

He shook his head and flipped back to the position of lying on his back. You need sleep. He thought to himself. So he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. But the only thing he could think of as he drifted off, was Noah.


So I hope you liked the first chapter! I would really like some reviews! 5 reviews and I'll post the next chapter, sound fair? I promise, the story will get better as the chapters go on!