an: okay, this is fanfiction. I don't really think I need a disclaimer, it's pretty obvious I don't own Glee.
I never thought I'd write a Glee fic, but I just need something to happen with Kurt and Sam so, here you go. I know Sam's personality is a little flat in this first chapter. I don't know how long this'll go, but I'm sure his personality will develop more as I write. anyway, enjoy :)

Sam's mom always made tuna. She always had, too, it was sort of a family tradition, and he'd loved it as a kid. That is, until that tragic afternoon when he'd made himself a sandwich with the leftover tuna in the fridge and bit into a dead fly while eating it. He hadn't eaten tuna again since.

He sat now at a table in the cafeteria of McKinley High with Artie and Finn and Puck and a couple other kids he didn't know, but assumed they were in glee, too. He had decided not to join glee, in order to save whatever reputation he might make for himself. He knew it was a selfish choice, but what could he do? It was hard enough being the new kid. Anyway, he was sitting here because so far, the guys from glee were the only guys he really knew, and they were nice enough. He could have been sitting with the football guys, but, frankly, they were a bunch of jerks.

So far, he'd had a good second week at McKinley. Most of his teachers were decent, he hadn't had much trouble finding his classes, and Coach Beiste was almost kind of nice. He'd even managed to avoid getting 'slushied', which seemed to be a tradition here. But now he sat at this table staring with distaste at the tuna sandwich his mom had packed him this morning.

"Do you want to trade?" said a boy a little down and across the table from him, apparently picking up on his obvious dismay. "I accidentally grabbed my dad's lunch this morning," he explained, making a face. "Hot dog."

Sam's lip tugged up at the corner and he passed the sandwich across the table to this boy, whose name he thought was Kurt, and he got the hot dog in return. "Thanks," he said, and Kurt just smiled back at him. "You're, uh, in glee too?" he asked, thinking he should try to make conversation.

"Yes," said Kurt, perking up at a conversation he could actually carry with the boy. Sam. That was his name. Sam had pretty, hazel-green eyes, but in this light they looked more gray. He also had a mop of beautiful blond hair, a soft, sweet face, and lips so full and pink he almost couldn't look away. He hadn't really looked at Sam before, and now he was sort of wishing he hadn't noticed all these things. Wouldn't life be easier if he'd stop falling for the beautiful straight football-player type? "It's really a shame you didn't join, Sam," he said, moving his bangs back into place with a finger. Kurt could have been an actor. The only person who might've noticed his gaze lingering on Sam's expertly chiseled features was Mercedes, and she wasn't here right now. Thank God.

"Right, well, I'm...really busy and stuff. Sorry." Sam took a bite of his hot dog, and Finn had to nudge Puck in the ribs because he was staring at Sam's mouth again. "What?" he mouthed, and swallowed another forkful of mashed potatoes.

"Mmm." Kurt's mouth was full of sandwich. He swallowed it down and said, "This sandwich is divine. What's in it?" Sam smiled, glad at least someone liked it. "I don't really know, actually," he said, "my mom made it."

There was a laugh a ways down the table. "Your mom still packs you lunch?" Mike raised his eyebrows as he asked, and Sam knew he'd just branded himself as a momma's boy for the rest of his high school career.

"Is she hot?" Puck said, straight-faced. Sam's brow creased. Was he seriously asking this? "I don't...she's my mom," he said.

"So...she's not hot?"

"I don't know." He was feeling uncomfortable now.

"What I mean is, if she wasn't your mom, would you do her?" Puck raised an eyebrow. There was something comical about his face, how serious he looked. Sam might've found it funny if it hadn't been him undergoing the questioning.

"What, no!" He said

"Shut up, Puck," said Finn. He turned to Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ignore him," he said. Sam glanced around the table. The other guys seemed to be having a laugh at his expense, but Kurt was nibbling at his sandwich, pretending not to pay any attention to what was happening. Puck had a smirk on his face.

"Is she single?" he asked after a moment.

"Dude!" Finn said, but Puck just shrugged and said, "What?"

Sam couldn't help but find this whole exchange at least a little funny, and he was appreciative of Finn for sticking up for him, but it didn't need to turn into a whole confrontation. "No, she's not," he said simply. He glanced up again and caught Kurt's eye, before quickly looking back down at the apple in his hand. "Shame," Puck said.

The bell rang.