Okay, okay. I should focus on the Blamchel story, I KNOW. And I promise it will continue soon. But tonight my inner Sam stan came out and wanted to write this story. I needed it. I hope someone out there will see what I did here. It's a Sam story, not as usual Blam. I'm not saying there won't be any Blam at all (or that there will be, I'm not saying anything! Ha!) but I'm also not saying that Sam won't have other boy- and girlfriends.

Pairing warning. I won't put up a pairing warning for this story since I actually start with canon Fabrevans (and Hevans) hints and whoever gets through this won't mind any other pairings including Sam, am I right? (Well, that's the thing with me, anyway.) So okay, here's my warning: I'm putting up with canon Sam-parings. Some I'll let play out, some I will let fade away in favor of non-canon pairings that seem fit.

(I took the title from a great YT video about Sam Evans.)

This One's A Fighter
(or How Glee Would Have Been If Sam Was Gay)

Prologue

"A fresh start, a new life!" Sam's dad Dwight said daily now as they were packing their bags.

After a week of hearing it Sam started to believe it himself. It was the day before the move, most of their stuff was already on its way to Lima. He just had said goodbye to all of his roommates from Kennedy Academy and the last good advice Edward had given him was "Loose it up, man, or you will never get a girl, maaaan! Know what I mean?"

"I'm gonna losen it up! I'm gonna get a girlfriend the minute I arrive at McKinley", Sam said to his mirror image. A fresh start, right?

His gaze fell on a beauty magazine. Sam threw a look over his shoulder and then browsed the magazine until he came to the hair section. He had already seen the tips in here a few times (his mum and Stacy were doing a girly session every now and then, and somehow the magazine was always present in the bathroom) and he wondered whether it was true that natural blonde hair got even lighter when you put lemon juice in it. It couldn't be true, right?

But if it was he so had to do it. A new life was awaiting him, so he definitely needed new hair, too.

Sam went to the kitchen, got all available lemons and the juice squeezer and went back to the bathroom.

Chapter 1

Duets

Actually, the first thing Sam did on McKinley wasn't getting a girlfriend. It was joining the football team which was just as good. Because being the quarterback (and that's what he aimed for) would put him at a good position for getting girls. For the beginning a cheerleader would do anyway.

"I want to talk to you about Glee club", one of his team mates said. And went on about how it would make Sam cool if he joined mentioned club. But he wasn't so sure about that. He was already the new kid, and most of his other team mates didn't think very high of the Glee club.

But Sam didn't even need to justify himself for not joining because the boy who had tried to persuade him, Finn, was kicked off the team soon after that. Plus Sam got the quarterback position, he didn't need more stuff going on. His new dyslexia counsellor demanded check-ins twice the week so Sam had enough on his mind.

One week later Finn was back but luckily he didn't talk about Glee club anymore. He and Artie, the wheelchair football player (yeah… Sam didn't dare to ask questions there), hang out all the time. Sometimes Sam listened in on their conversations in the locker room when they thought everybody was wrapped up in their own minds.

They seemed to get along very well, and not the usual 'let's stick together because it makes us stronger' stuff. It came across as if they really liked each other. The fact that Finn got kicked out because he wanted to help Artie just added to that theory. And they were together in Glee club, along with Puck. When the three of them were together it made a different impression as to when the other team mates were together. There was no bickering or making jokes, it almost came across like… family.

Sam watched them walk out, puckering his lips. He wanted to have friendships like that, too. To feel at home in school – well, he knew that wouldn't always be possible but if he at least could find one or two friends he could always rely on, that'd be great.

And he wasn't in a boarding school anymore. There were no roommates forced upon him, not the same structure in every class. He could choose his friends on his own now.

Maybe he should actually join the Glee club.

One week later (after having pondered about it thoroughly while he was home sick with a dislocated shoulder) he walked into the choir room at Mr. Shue's catchword and that was when things started to turn really chaotic.

And it was all Kurt's fault.

On Tuesday night Sam sat in front of his Computer, checking his Emails. Kurt had sent him about sixty mp3 (honestly!) of himself singing and Sam listened to all of them, trying to recognize the boy from school in it.

"It sounds like Faith Hill", he mumbled to himself, not sure if Kurt was trying to mess with him. But he had sounded really sincere about wanting to sing a duet together.

Sam didn't know what to do. Duets were supposed to be between a girl and a boy, right? He had side eyed all the girls in the Glee club today and wondered whether he had chances with one of the Cheerleaders. He needed a girlfriend, only then he would get truly happy (according to all of his former roommates).

But Kurt had asked him now, not any of the girls.

Edward would totally tease the hell out of him if he knew about that. He'd say how gay Sam was and how he would never get a girl. And though Edward wasn't here Sam wanted to proof him wrong after all those hackneyed sayings.

On the other hand – nobody in Glee club seemed to care if anyone was gay or not (of course Sam totally wasn't). Plus Kurt's voice sounded really good.

Sam sighed, then tipped 'ok' into his answer email and sent it.

"Being in Glee club is like… it's like walking down the doubled yellow lines of a Highway. If you get just a little off course you're gonna get crashed", Finn said.

Sam took his shirt out of his locker. That didn't sound at all like the stuff Finn had talked about until now.

"I gotta be honest, you're kind of confusing my head right now", Sam said. "Do you remember what you said when you talked me into joining Glee club?"

Finn gazed to the side and didn't say anything for a few seconds, maybe trying to remember what he had sad a few weeks ago. Sam quickly changed into his pants and kept on talking.

"I joined Glee club because I'm new here and you said it would make me popular and now you're telling me it's gonna get me killed."

"Well, eventually you will get popular, believe me. But until then… you gotta lay low a little. And singing a duet with another dude isn't laying low."

Ah, that's what it was about! Finn had a problem with gay dudes. And Sam had really thought things were different in Glee club! Not that he cared for himself (he didn't need to, after all he was straight) but for Kurt. And all other gay dudes on this school. World. Whatever.

Finn tried to talk his way out of it but Sam said he would stay true to his word. Then he left the locker room – and got hit by an ice cold, pasty stuff right into his face. Some got into his eye but the shock of being bullied for the first time at McKinley – and worse, by some of his team mates – made him stand still.

"The blueberry ones are the worst", one of the Cheerio girls in Glee club said. Sam didn't know where she had come from and right now he didn't care. He let her guide him to the bathroom where he put his head under cold water.

So apparently Finn had lied. He had said they would be like Gods. Now Sam was being treated like the worst outcast. Just what he had wanted to avoid in this new school!

When he could pay attention to his environment again he saw how cute Quinn was. Blonde, pretty face, a Cheerio… everything what a boy could ever want from a girl! (Edward would be totally jealous if Sam would start to date her.)

But maybe he should first start listening to her.

"…it's worth it. It will get better, too. You won't quit Glee club now, will you?"

"Naah. I've experienced worse", he said, smiling to her. She looked seriously at him, though, and Sam changed the topic. Going into bullying experiences wasn't exactly the best way to impress a girl.

No. For that he used his poor but nonetheless existing Navi-skills.

"Lor Menari."

Quinn only glared at him.

"It means: you have pretty eyes. It's Navi, the Avatar language", Sam said. Bingo! Now she'd totally fancy him, right? Girls liked intelligent boys who could speak a foreign language.

But to his surprise Quinn remained unexpressed and even walked away. Clearly she was playing hard to get.

Girls liked to be serenaded with music, Sam knew that from several movies. (Actually, everything he knew about girls was from movies but who cared.) So the next day he took his guitar out of the choir room and started going down the hallway to where Quinn's locker was. Sooner or later she'd come there and he would ask her to go with him to the astrology room and sing a bit.

As friends, of course. He couldn't move too fast. Or… was this just what girls wanted? He could totally give her a fake engagement ring. Girls digged getting married! Sam didn't really but if he started with a fake ring nothing could go wrong, right? She'd be his girlfriend in no time.

Sam leaned against the lockers and played some chords. What would he do when he had a girlfriend? Make out with her, yes, but in the greater sense? Update his facebook status so Edward would know, alright. But what then? Did he have to buy her things weekly? He didn't really have much money.

The reason his parents moved because his dad had lost his job and only found a new one in Lima. It wasn't paid as well as his old job so no fancy school anymore. And only five dollars pocket money per week. Sam was okay with that but he'd better not tell anyone. Being poor wasn't cool.

"Hey, Sam, I was just looking for you. What are you doing – do you want to get slushied or why are you standing here in the hallway with a guitar that has written Glee club all over it?" Kurt asked.

Sam shrugged. "They already slushied me so –"

"So what? You think they wouldn't do it twice a week? Or a day? Or an hour?"

"Really?" Sam looked up and down the hallway. He was the quarterback, would they really... again?

"Can we talk? In private?" Kurt said.

Since Sam didn't saw Quinn anywhere near he nodded and followed Kurt into a room.

Of course it had to be the astronomy room.

Sam looked at the planets hanging around. Wasn't it fascinating? In the end they all just were little creatures in an endless galaxy.

"I like being in here. Something about all that space make my problems seem so small", he said, before he realised he had talked out loud. Damn.

But instead of a snarky comment a la Edward Kurt followed his gaze and nodded.

"True."

Huh. Seemed like the Glee kids really were a bit more open-minded.

Or was it because Kurt was gay? What was the difference between Kurt and any other boy who liked girl; what strange fate decided who one turned out to like in the end?

Kurt had his own graze, not like Quinn's beauty but still elegant. If a boy could be like that. Now, Sam wasn't gay so he shouldn't think so much about it…

"About our duet. I'm setting you free", Kurt said.

"Did I do something to offend you?"

"It's not you, it's me. I've decided that –"

"Did Finn talk you out of it?" Sam interrupted him.

When Kurt only looked at him and blinked Sam cleared his throat.

"He tried to talk me out of it, too. But I don't get it. They say Glee club is all about tolerance and being friends with each other no matter the differences and now all of a sudden it's too complicated just because two guys want to sing together? What about Santana and Mercedes, they've sung together as friends! So why can't we?"

Kurt adjusted the books he was carrying.

"So you... actually want to sing with me?"

"Dude, why wouldn't I?"

Kurt bit his lip and looked to the door. Since Sam already had his guitar he started to play a few chords.

"Singing will be easy, so we just have to work on the choreography."

Kurt relaxed and even smiled a little.

Sam went closer to him and smiled, too. He danced around a little, not breaking eye contact.

"Now comes the cool part. Give me your hand."

And Kurt did it. He didn't laugh at him, he simply went with Sam's crazy idea.

"Do you know how to play?"

"No."

"It's easy. Just put your fingers there…"

Wow, Kurt was really close. Sam smelled his cologne, and it wasn't like any of the scents he had ever smelled on another dude. It was sweeter. A weird mixture of girl-smell and boy-smell, but in a good way.

The guitar playing stopped and they looked at each other. Sam couldn't help but to lean in a little, and Kurt didn't seem to mind. It was just when Sam moved even closer that Kurt backed away and Sam awoke from kind of a trance.

He had tried to kiss him.

"Are you playing with me? That's not nice, Sam, and I don't get what you get out of this, just…"

"I wasn't, I wasn't…"

"Here I am, trying to be nice to you and… you just…" Kurt looked really hurt.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried that", Sam quickly said.

Why on earth would he even want to do… this? Yes, the atmosphere had been nice but come on. Kurt was a boy. A nice smelling one, but nonetheless a boy.

"Just… I can't sing with you", Kurt said, then he left the room.

Sam sighed and leaned against a table.

He wasn't gay.

He had thought about that already and had put it behind him. Not only because he didn't want to be but because boys were not nice. Look at Edward. He was such a mean dude, no matter that he had beautiful eyes, too. Those eyes hadn't stopped him from pushing Sam's head into the toilette and flush it after he and other roommates had found out what had happened between Sam and Aidan. Well, nothing had happened but some looks and nose brushing in the quiet of a class room seemed to be gay enough for Edward to punish Sam for it.

But it was over now, they would never meet again. Sam would find a nice girlfriend and have a fresh start at McKinley.