Okay hi. :D This isn't my first fanfic, but it's my first Glee fic, and it's about my OTP, Sam/Rachel.
Pairings in this are as follows: Sam/Rachel (friendship, possible relationship? :P), Santana/Artie/Brittany, Kurt/Blaine/Karofsky (because I clearly love love triangles), Mike/Tina, Finn/Quinn, Puck/Lauren, mentioned Tina/Artie, mentioned Finn/Rachel, mentioned Sam/Quinn, mentioned Puck/Quinn, mentioned Kurt/Sam (in passing), mentioned Mercedes/tots (lol,i kid). :D
This is just a silly suspicion I've had since Duets, and plus, since Sam's changed so much and tried to hide so much of his personality, maybe he tried to hide his brains? No offense to dorks who actually are dyslexic, go bitch to Rachel instead. Reviews are nice, because I want to see if this story is going okay and if I should continue; no one wants to continue a story no one reads or likes. Thanks!
And yeah, it's short. I have writing ADD. xD
-BASED ON EVERYTHING UP TO A NIGHT OF NEGLECT, WITH THE SPOILERS FOR ANoN (lol, anon) PUT IN HERE. And by that, I just wanted an excuse to use Kurt. :)
Or, more specifically, they didn't to Rachel Berry.
And this had everything to do with one Samuel Evans.
The blonde jock was a mystery to Rachel, something as confusing as Finn's willingness to forgive Quinn so easily (not that she cared anymore or anything…) He claimed he was dyslexic and had trouble with reading and his grades, but many times she's seen him with astronomy books thicker than Finn's skull (once again… not that she was still mad at Finn, he just seemed like a good example at the moment).
Sam was a pretty dorky jock as well; the whole Glee club knew that from the first time he quoted Dr. Seuss. Why doesn't he just express himself? Rachel thought, huffing in a true diva manner as she focused her thoughts on something that finally wasn't related to her ex, this time being the blonde enigma. Samuel's on the football team, after all. Wouldn't that give him a pardon from harassment?
And, another thought struck Rachel, he got a perfect score on his English test. The brunette diva sat right behind Sam in English, so once the grades were handed back and he lifted up a 100% she noted it with a surprised look. That must be why he was in such a hurry to put it away, especially with Artie looking to see what he got, she mused.
It was like an itch that wouldn't go away: annoying, but something you can live with, even though putting it to the back of your mind would drive you nuts. Her curiosity about Sam Evans's dyslexia pushed all other thoughts out of her head. Rachel was that curious.
The brunette diva was only jolted out of her thoughts when Kurt slid into the seat next to hers in the library, beaming at his friend. "Hi," the soprano sang out, looking more comfortable back at McKinley than he ever did at Dalton, even with the Karofsky issue. "Hello, Kurt. I'm very pleased to see you back at McKinley where you belong, how are you doing without Blaine?" Kurt snickered at Rachel's sentence as she gasped for breath.
"I'm fine without Blaine," he grinned at her, "unlike a certain someone who dated a certain brother of mine."
There was an awkward pause in the air, with Rachel showing no emotion, and Kurt frowning slightly, afraid he hurt her feelings, "look, Rachel, I'm sorry." "Hmmm?" she murmured, flashing him a lazy grin. "Oh, no need, Kurtie, I wasn't thinking of Finn."
Kurt shot her a weird look and she winked, jerking a thumb at Sam, who was sitting by himself at a table behind the pair, nose in one of his many astronomy books. "You're interested in Sam Evans?" Kurt whispered loudly, causing the bottle blonde to lower his book and glance around as if thinking someone was calling him.
"No, Kurt, shut up!" Rachel's face was turning bright red as the diva sunk lower in her chair to avoid attention. "It's not him I'm interested in," she whispered, "it's his dyslexia. "Oh?" "Look at the book he's reading." The blonde was still looking at them, confused, so when Kurt leaned over, he got a suspicious look, which he replied to with a single wave. Sam shrugged and hid behind his book, the title talking about constellations or some other crap like that.
"That book is thicker than Blaine's souvenir yearbook," Kurt mused. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "What?" she asked. He giggled. "Blaine combines each of his yearbooks so the product ends up thicker than a normal kid's textbook. I don't know why a kid with dyslexia is reading that."
Giggles were heard from the bookshelf next to their table and Santana showed herself with a wink. "Porcelain, Berry," she said casually, "was that Trouty Mouth I heard you two talking about?" She smirked at Kurt's deer-in-the-headlights look and continued. "Sorry, Porcelain, but I'm afraid that, even though him and I broke up, you two won't be 'kumming' anytime soon."
"Santana!" Kurt hissed. "I'm dating Blaine! Blaine!" She laughed, and after catching Rachel's bewildered expression, the ex-cheerleader nearly doubled over. "So anyways, Berry," Santana mused, grinning for the first time that they had seen in ages, "what about Lady Lips has your panties in a knot?"
Rachel glanced at the blonde boy, who was watching Finn and Quinn flirting. The Glee club was supposed to be looking for songs popularized on the internet, but most of them spent the time chatting with friends… or in Mike and Tina's case, making out like there was no tomorrow. "His dyslexia," the diva admitted.
Kurt blinked as Santana snorted. "Why are you even talking to us?" he asked her. "You hate the both of us." "A. Shut the hell up, Porcelain, I don't hate you, I hate losing my rep. And since my rep can't plummet when the club is the only population here, I'm sort of nice. B. Berry, what the hell's with that? He doesn't have dyslexia!"
Both teens in front of the Latina wore obvious surprise as she smirked once again. "What?" Santana asked. "Have you seen that kid's grades? They're better than mine, and I'm a fucking genius!" She grinned at the two of them as Mr. Schue walked in.
"Haven't any of you teenagers been looking for a song?" he asked exasperatedly, snapping his phone shut (most likely just got off the phone with Miss Holliday, Rachel noted.) Brittany grinned at him from her place on Artie's lap.
"I call Friday!" she told the confused teacher, looking at her boyfriend who patted her hand. "It totally helped me learn some of the days of the week!" "Mr. Schue," Mercedes called, one of the few people actually looking things up online, "most songs were popularized online. Haven't you ever heard of YouTube?"
Mr. Schue scoffed and ran a hand through his (very curly) hair. "Fine, Mercedes," he sighed, "I'll change it. You have to pick a song popularized by a movie. Better?" The whole club nodded as Rachel looked back at Sam curiously. What is up with this kid? she thought curiously. "Santana," she whispered, "do you mind if I actually get to know Sam and ask him about this?"
The Latina grinned. "I'm cool, bitches. Putting all my time trying to get Britt away from Wheels, but," she leaned close and glared at Rachel and Kurt, "you tell anyone that and I'll kill you. My dad's a doctor, I have the supplies." They both gulped and nodded.
"I know," Kurt grinned at Rachel. "Sing a song from that movie, Avatar. That'll get him talking." Santana winked. "Or better yet, do it in crazy midget fashion and storm up to him demanding answers. That works too."