Hello, Lovelies. I'm glad to see that you've decided to give me a chance with this one. I look forward to hearing what you think in the reviews. And thanks for reading this even though the main character's an original. I've kind of fallen in love with this one, it feels really promising. I hope to see you in the next chapter, ya? I'm sure that as it goes on, it'll get better. This is a sort of snarky main character, which is always fun, right? Thank you in advance for the review, it really means a lot to me to hear from you. I like to know if you've enjoyed my chapter. It has never and will never fail to put a smile on my face. And that's what's important, isn't it? A smile. So if this makes you smile, even a little, review. A smile for a smile. That's what makes us beautiful, isn't it? The ability to make each other beautiful. Because it's true beauty, a smile, it's true because smiles are real. Reality is beautiful, really. Raw and beautiful.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee but Ami and the plotline are mine.

Potential typo warning!

DFTBA and Best Wishes,

KelseyDockry

"Hey, you that new kid?" A harsh and annoying voice cut through the bustling hallway.

"Yeah, I guess. My name's Sam, Sam Evans," the blond boy said to Karofsky, a friendly smile pulling at his full lips. I lounged back against the locker next to mine, staring at him and praying to God that he wouldn't notice my lingering eyes. There was something about him, something special. Maybe it was because he'd taken my title, 'New Kid', after I'd been plagued with it for the last month. It was worse than my middle school transfers, it was. The blond boy, Sam, flipped his hair again.

"You joined Glee club?" Azimio asked.

"Yeah, Glee and Foo-" I saw Karofsky raise a plastic cup. This wouldn't end well. I pushed away from the locker and slammed mine shut, half running and half being trampled by the overcrowded hallway. "t ball."

I was about one point eight seconds too late. By the time I'd gotten there, just across the hall from my locker, next to the Choir Room, Dave was already lowering the cup and the boy's hair was dripping red. His white t-shirt was stained beyond recognition, thank God he'd put his football jacket in his still-open locker.

"Karofsky," I called, grabbing the wrist attached to the cup-wielding culprit, "what the hell, man?" All of the color drained from his face.

"What's wrong, Davis? Don't like Karofsky pickin' on your little Lady-lips?" Azimio said, stepping closer and towering over my five foot four nothingness.

"I've never talked to him," I looked back at Karofsky, "and you haven't either. Why are you such a dick, Karofsky?"

He wrenched his arm back and I gave it up the second I felt it tug, glad to stop touching him. "Whatever," he muttered before grabbing his big-bad henchman by the bicep and pulled him through the crowd, knocking some freshman out of their dazes on the way. I heard Azimio try to assure Karofsky that it didn't matter what I said, it shouldn't affect him.

I huffed before turning to the still-shocked blond and gave him a smile. "Hey, sorry about them, they can be real jerks sometimes."

"Yeah, I caught that," he said, returning the smile and rubbing at his eyes that were no-doubt burning like hell.

Sympathy caught in my throat and I suppressed a sigh. "It's the dye, you'll be fine in a second. Follow me," I said, looking at him for one more second before turning through the choir room. I walked past the drum set and the tall trophy into the room that doubled as a bathroom and a changing room for whatever Glee had to do next. I lead him in and closed the door behind me, sitting him down on the bench. I went over and picked through the cubbies.

"The Glee club keeps extra clothes in here for cases such as this," I said to him, pulling out a gray Property of McKinley High Phys Ed Department shirt and tossing it to him. "That's an extra, belongs to nobody, and seems to be just your size. Lucky you."

He looked up at me, eyes a shade of ocean blue. "Thanks," he said.

"I'm Ami, by the way. Ami with an 'I', not a 'y', full name's Amiabelle. Yeah I know, stupid name, my mother is freaking crazy. But I figured Ami was better than Bella, what with that name being tainted by hordes of fangirls." He didn't look away or move during all of that, blue eyes glued to me. "I kind of talk a lot when I'm intimidated by silence so feel free to jump in any damn time here."

"Sam," he said, still not moving.

I stared at him for a moment. "Well, I'm going to-Oh, your hair," I said, wetting a clump of paper towels that I'd ripped off of the roll. I bent over him and placed two fingers under his chin to bring his face into the light. "The syrup is too sticky, it mats hair like some sort of intense professional hair spray. Frankly, I'm shocked that Herbal Essences hasn't thought of it," I said, dabbing the wad of paper towels at his forehead, focusing on one clump near his temple.

He laughed and I looked down at those eyes and seeing the humor in them. I gasped when I realized how close I was to his face, I hadn't noticed while I was focusing on his syrup-clumped hair.

"What's wrong?" He asked when he'd heard my surprised inhale.

"N-no, nothing's wrong," I pulled back. "Sorry, hadn't realized that I'd gotten dangerously close to those full lips of yours. I'll go so you can change and whatever you men do when you're alone."

I turned back, sending one last look at him through the mirror. I was about grasp the handle of the door when a tanned hand touched my wrist. His hands were alarmingly warm, sending little, almost ignorable shocks of heat through my spine.

"Thanks," Same said, his big lips pulling back over his teeth in a sweet smile, "Ami with an 'i'."

I smiled back. "And don't you forget, Sam."

"Are you in Glee?"

"Not in this life-time. I can't sing in front of anyone in this school."

His smile faltered for a moment. "Well I'll see you around, then?"

"You can count on it."

His hand scraped through his hair and he removed his hand from my wrist, I felt the loss of the heat instantly. When I walked out of the bathroom, nobody but the Spanish teacher was there, Mr. Scheuster.

"Hello," he greeted cheerily. He must have thought I was there for Glee.

I paused for a moment. "Hi."

He spoke before I could get out of there. "Can I help you with something?"

"Not… really. I'm just going to go."

"Are you sure? If you're interested, we have a spot open for another Glee member. We really need another member and, you know, if you feel any kind of calling." Oh for the love of all that is Marvel comics, turning down these pleas was like shooting a puppy.

"I was just helping Sam out," I said, stealing out the door without eye contact.

The halls were emptied, only a few strays scurrying about on the squeaky floors. I went to my locker to straighten out all of the books on the shelf. My copy of the script for the play I was working on fell out of my locker, spilling open on the floor. I was about to reach down to grab it when a pair of black sneakers stepped in front of it. I followed the sneakers up to the boy attached, McKinley's own Finn Hudson. He bent down and picked up the script.

"Is this yours?"He asked.

"Yeah, thanks," I said awkwardly.

"I saw what you did for Sam. That was really cool of you… sorry, I don't know your name."

"Ami."

"Ami." He looked at the books stacked in my locker and down at my script, flipping it open to reveal one of my monologues. He looked back up. "Are you in the theatre club?"

"No, reading plays is a passion, not a skill."

"Is that why the main character's lines are all highlighted and underlined?"

I paused. "Pretty much."

"If you say so," he said. "Thanks for sticking up for Sam."

"Any time, bro. Any time."

Finn walked off then and I gathered everything into my backpack. Slinging it over my shoulder, I walked off to the auditorium. Nobody was there at this time, it was a Thursday. Glee, auditions, and assemblies were the only use for the whole room and all three of those happen on Fridays. My phone rang in my pocket. I took it out and checked the caller ID.

Pressing connect, I said, "I'm here."

"I've been waiting for you!" I heard from the other side of the room before hearing it echo through my speakers. I saw Blaine walk out on the stage and made my way down one passageway. "What took you so long?" He'd asked when I got up to the stage.

"Saving the world, one new kid at a time."

"Are you up for practice then, Wonder Woman?"

I responded by walking to the other side of the stage.

o.O.o.O.o

Rehearsal had gone pretty well, it was just us two there. Blaine left when he got a Warbler Warning from Reed back at Dalton. They called Warbler Warnings when their Glee club had gigs or problems. It's kind of the most important text message I've ever seen on that hunk of plastic. He left an hour before I got the chance to go. The last bell rang and I was looking for someone in the hall to talk to or catch a ride from. Nobody looked. Nobody looked but an arm did plant itself onto the locker next to me. I followed that arm up into blue eyes, half covered with blond hair.

"Hey," he said, pressing his weight into the arm that rested against the tacky blue metal.

"We meet again."

"I kind of wanted to talk to you," he said nervously.

"I can talk." I closed my locker and leaned up against it.

"I'm not as much of a shy and quiet freak as I seemed today."

"You didn't seem like a freak. I was the one who seemed like a freak."

"And why was that?"

"I didn't exactly give you a chance to speak what with my Mel Gibson-esque fail to shut up."

He laughed. "It wasn't that bad, you just don't like quiet, I don't much like it either."

"Well, as long as I didn't embarrass myself too much."

"You know, Mr. Scheu asked me about you when I came out of the bathroom." I swung my backpack over my shoulder and pushed off of the locker.

"Really?" I asked, taking one step back to convince him to walk with me down the hall.

"He seems to think that you coming into the room is some kind of sign from the gods," he said, watching his feet and curling his hands into his pocket.

"I hate disappointing him, have you seen his hopeful face? It's sad, like a limping kitten."

He laughed. "Or a penguin with one of those radios in its back."

"Exactly," I agreed with a giggle.

Everybody was running around outside with their jackets pulled over their heads, the girls squealing and grabbing onto their boyfriends. "It's raining," he said.

"You're incredibly perceptive."

"Where's your car?" He asked, noticing that every bus had left.

"Other side of the parking lot," I said, gesturing loosely to the end of the row.

"Mine's the light green sedan over there," he said, pointing. I looked up at his with a smirk. "It was my mom's."

"If you say so," I laughed. "Oh, I forgot something in Spanish. I'll see you later."

"Okay, later then." He walked away and I went back inside the school, lingering by the door while I watched him drive away. I sighed when he'd driven through the light and pushed the door back open, starting my walk home.

o.O.o.O.o

Trig was never my favorite class but I'd never had as much trouble focusing as I had today. I'd always been good at math, in fact. It'd never been my serious strong point but it'd also never been my downfall. It was even fun sometimes but seriously, I couldn't stand one more second of it today. I glanced at the clock, four minutes left, oh hell. I planted my face in my hands and closed my eyes.

"Miss Davis, what is the answer to question number eight?" My Trig teacher called to me. She gestured for me to come up and write the answer on the board. I dragged myself up to the front and grabbed the marker on the way up. I was in a haze for the whole thing, when I'd looked back at the board I saw, in my handwriting, the correct answer: sin(x/2)=|AC|/|AB|=t/sqrt(1+t^2) cos(x/2)=|CB|/|AB|=1/sqrt(1+t^2).

"Very good," she said, taking the marker back when I'd walked past her. I ran my hand through my hair and looked up. In the very back of the room and to the far right sat Mister Distraction himself: Sam. When did he start my trig class, scratch that, how did I not notice him in trig before? I flicked my eyes off of him before anyone noticed it.

That torturous bell rang after the next few minutes. Lunch time, I got up to gather my stuff when I saw a hand go down to grab the pencil that'd rolled off the desk.

"Thanks," I said, taking it from Sam's hand.

"Yeah," he said awkwardly, lounging against the desk when I grabbed the rest of my things. I looked up at him, noticing his shirt.

"Green Lantern?" He looked down and then back up at me in curiosity. "Well," I said, "at least it's not Aqua man. Aqua man sucks."

"You recognized the Green Lantern's sign?"

"Is there anyone on Earth that doesn't? If there is, I don't think that I can go on if they don't."

"I think you'd be surprised, Ami with an 'i'."

"You're not very creative with your nicknames there, Sammy."

"Sammy? You sound like my sister."

"You have a sister?" I asked, dodging some taller juniors.

"Yeah, Stacy. I have a little brother too, Stevie."

I laughed. "Sammy, Stacy, and Stevie? Cute."

"Yeah, your parents aren't the only crazy ones. My dad's name is Stan, too." He laughed once and looked down at me.

"And Mommy is Sandy, Sheila, or Shelly?"

"Lucy, actually. She's the odd one out," he said. He lazed on the locker next to mine while I loaded everything in.

"Lucy, Stan, Sam, Stacy, and Stevie? All blond and blue eyed. Damn, you're the prefect American family."

"Well, what about you? What's your family like?"

"My aunt," I said, not looking at him.

"Just you two?"

"Just us two." I shut my locker and folded my arms across my chest.

"Sounds spacey, much better than my house."

"Don't say that," I said, "I've always wanted siblings."

"Would you like to take mine?" He asked. "It's not all that it's crack up to b-" His pocket started to buzz and he looked down at it, not moving his hand.

"You gonna answer that or do you just like how it feels in your pocket?"

"Ha-ha," he said, taking out the phone and sliding it to answer. "Hello?" He asked, sliding a hand through his hair. I stared at him and his eyes flicked through the hallway like he was focusing on something important. "Stacy, why aren't you calling mom?" He paused for a few moments, looking at the clock. "Okay, well did you try her cell phone?" Pause. "Stace, you're seven years old. You can't walk home by yourself." He sighed. "All right, I'll pick you up when I'm done with school. Stay there, do you hear me?" Pause. "Okay," he looked up at me and said as just a breath, "love you too." He slid his touch screen to hang up.

"Well that was adorable," I said.

"The fact that my sister just tried to convince me to let her walk two miles to get home or the fact that she thinks she's adult enough to call me in the middle of school?" He asked, laughing. We started walking towards the cafeteria.

"No, that you love your little sister. That's so cute, she sounds so sweet!"

"You can come with me to pick her up, you know."

"She won't think that that's weird?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

"She's heard of you." A slight pink tinged his cheeks.

"That's not creepy. We've only been friends for a week or so."

"She looked over my shoulder on Facebook. She read some of that chat on Tuesday, by the way." He smirked at me.

I glared at him. "She probably can't even understand what I said."

"It's not my fault that you have such a dirty mouth," he teased.

I pushed him playfully. "I didn't say anything dirty, and you know it."

He raised his hands like I had him at gun point. "If you say so."

"Shut up before I make you," I joked, though I knew that if it came down to it, he could probably throw me over his shoulder without any kind of trouble. Scratch the probably.

"I'd like to see you try, sweetheart."

"Don't tempt me, baby girl," I said, fake punching his shoulder and stepping away from him.

"Abuse," he called. "Verbal and Physical abuse!" It took him two steps to reach me and reach around my waist, making me stop.

I shrugged off his arm, though it was probably obvious on my face that I didn't want to. "What?" I asked.

"I need help on something for Glee," he said.

"As long as I'm not singing," I told him, eying him suspiciously.

"Yeah, yeah. You're too scared to sing in front of a kid in Glee club. I know I'm fantastic at singing but you shouldn't be so intimidated."

"Oh yes, you're a regular show tunes master. Maybe we should change your name to Ke$ha? You kind of look like her, don't you?"

He pushed me in the direction of the choir room that Glee used. When he sat me down on one of the chairs, he walked into the back of the room and pulled out a guitar case.

"Planning to serenade me there, hot shot?" I asked as he pulled out his acoustic and pulled a chair in front of me.

"Jealous that I play guitar and you can't?"

"I've played guitar for," I counted back, "four years, I think. Who's jealous now?"

"Five years," he said, starting to strum.

"Well what are you going to play me, Ringo?"

"Depends, are you going to help?" He asked, gesturing to the other guitar.

"No, no I'm not," I said stubbornly.

"Okay then, I guess I'll sing something else."

He started to play more fluid notes on his guitar with this concentrated face. I'm pretty sure my breath caught when he first started to sing. I never really pictured a football player being so good at singing and playing guitar, no offense to Puck or Finn. But Sam played so well. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. The way his eyes closed when he sang, the way his big hands moved expertly over the strings. I had the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him, to smooth the line between his eyebrows with my fingertips, to press my lips to his with the lightest of barely there touches. But I didn't, couldn't, do that. We were friends, how could I ruin that, what if I did ruin that, what if the thoughts I had now ruined it? Was he thinking the same things that I was? He couldn't be, there were so many girls that he'd be much better for him, so many girls that wanted to be better for him. Girls like Quinn, he should be with her. He should want to be with her, regardless of her superiority complex. But even knowing that, I couldn't push the thought of touching him, just once, out of my mind. And if he accepted that touch, maybe he'd want to touch me back. That obviously wouldn't happen, I probably have that thing for the tortured artist act that most teenage girls have. But when he stopped singing and opened his eyes slowly, the blue going straight into my green, I thought for a moment that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that he felt the same way that I did. A light pink dusted his high cheekbones as he put down the guitar. He sat forward on his chair and smiled at me. I moved to the end of mine and stared at him.

"That was…" I trailed off when the smile left his face. He leaned forward infinitesimally and swallowed visibly. I leaned towards him, caught by the moment, and when he didn't say no, I leaned in further. He did the same and I felt the smallest touch of his fingertips on my knee. My hand moved to his blond hair, twisting just at the bottom of it. And when his face turned, the edges of our mouths just about to touch, the bell rang and the halls filled. The bell seemed to wake Sam up from this trance and knocked him back in his chair. He stared at me with bewilderment and, if I wasn't mistaken, a bit of disappointment. After a moment of neither of us saying anything, I heard conversation flood into the room. My eyes flitted to the door over Sam's shoulder. Disappointment washed over me fast when I saw Finn and Rachel walk in. Rachel hung on his arm and talked animatedly about something I didn't care to listen to. I closed my eyes and blew out a long, silent breath.

"Oh," Rachel chirped. "Hello, Ami."

"Hi," I said, getting up and starting to walk out.

"Ami," Sam called, sounding slightly strangled from behind me.

I looked back at him from over my shoulder. His eyes looked confused but they burned into mine. Mr. Scheu walked into the room and smiled at me. "Back again?" He asked cheerily, unaware of my now bad mood. "Do you have a class this hour?" I shook my head. "Why don't you stay here then? Just for today? We'll show you what Glee club is about." Not wanting to turn him down, and not having anything else to do, I walked back to the seat I'd been in before. I didn't look at Sam when he sat down next to me, though my eyes begged me to. He seemed stiff and too still to be comfortable. Tension oozed from him, and I'm sure from me too.

Rachel and Finn sat down in the row behind us and held their own conversation. Mr. Scheu rustled around with his music. Sam turned to me and I glanced up at him. "Look," he started.

"Don't, Sam. Just… don't."

He paused. "Come with me to pick up Stacy."

I looked up at him, he seemed to sincerely mean that. "Okay," I whispered, clasping and unclasping my hands. I saw his eyes go down to them, probably noting the white knuckles. Before he could say anything else, everyone else in Glee club walked in. Most of them hadn't noticed me in their love-sick puppy phases. Santana seemed to notice me, but she was staring at Puck in one of her inner-monologue moments. I was used to the not being noticed thing, I went inside my head and stayed there, what's new?

"All right, guys. Quiet down," Mr. Scheu said, waving his hands up and down, rustling the papers in them. "Time for class. Tina, Mike, cool it." I glanced back to see them dislodging their tongues from each other's throats.

"Mr. Scheu," Rachel called, raising her hand and leaning forward, "I was just wondering, with nationals in a few months, have you chosen the song that Finn and I will be singing?" A few people sighed with annoyance and rolled their eyes.

"Actually, Rachel, we haven't decided if you would be the two to sing the solos," he said, trying to keep a smile on his face.

"Mr. Scheu," she said again, "Finn and I have provably better solos. Let's be honest here, we can all agree that we have the best chance of winning nationals if we are the ones singing the solos and everyone else is swaying behind us. Swaying can be fun, I love you guys so much that I think that this is the best thing for us to do!"

"Oh, please, Rachel. Don't pretend that you're doing this for anything other than your own selfish spotlight," Santana said. "Let's be real, she's just trying to keep the lime light and she'll only end up stealing all of our gold."

"Okay, Santana," Mr. Scheu said, "settle down. Rachel, let's give some other people a chance to have a solo, have auditions, maybe? But nationals are months away. This week is now, so let's focus on now." He walked off to the piano, set down his sheet music, and pulled a white board across the room. Grabbing a marker, he swiped it across the board. "And speaking of now," he said, "we have guests today. Two of them, actually," he said, looking at me for a moment. I looked up at the board and he'd written variety on it, whatever he was getting at I wasn't sure. He walked

"Who is she, anyway?" Santana asked. I looked over at her, she had her right eye brow raised and her arms crossed over his chest.

"She's Sam's girlfriend," Finn said.

"Yeah, Ami, right?" Mercedes asked.

"My name's Ami, but I'm not his girlfriend."

"Ami Davis, spelt with an 'i', not a 'y'," Mercedes said.

"There's a village in France called 'Y'," Brittany said. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy.

"That's actually true," I said.

"You're not Sam's girlfriend?" Quinn asked.

I turned around to see her in her little Cheerios uniform, hazel eyes batting at me. She smiled an eager smile, she probably thought Sam was hot. Good, I guess, I should be happy for him. That is, I would have been if we hadn't almost kissed just now. "No," I said, shaking my head slowly.

"Oh, Blondie is so playing for Team Gay," Santana laughed.

"As offensive as that is," Kurt said, "I have to agree. Look at his hair, I happen to have the gift of knowing when color's natural and when it came from a bottle. No straight boy dyes his hair to look like Twiggy."

"He doesn't look like Twiggy," Quinn said.

"Would you prefer a short haired Taylor Swift?" Kurt proposed.

"I'm not gay," Sam said. "And it's not dyed."

"And I'm Queen Elizabeth," Artie said. Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to the front. He did this just at the moment that heels started clacking on the linoleum.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my sexy little song birds," a blonde woman said. She stopped in front of everyone, folded her fingers, and smiled. She was dressed in a turtleneck and a chic skirt. She whipped her blonde hair back. "Two new members?" She looked between Sam and me a few times. "Holly Holiday," she said, looking at Sam, "who are you?"

"Sam Evans," he said, shaking her hand.

"Ami, good to see you've found somewhere to fit yourself in. Knew Glee club would be your thing," she said to me, pulling me in for a familiar hug.

I began to panic. They weren't supposed to know about this, not supposed to know about why Holly and I were acquaintances, maybe even friends. I took the hug opportunity to whisper in her ear. "Don't. Say. Anything," I said. She nodded almost imperceptibly. When she pulled back, I smiled at her. "Not a member, no laminated card today. You know singing in front of people isn't my style."

"Oh, Ami, when will you learn?" She stepped back and turned to the rest of the class. "So I see Scheuster over here took the opportunity to write on his big boy board. Well, that's not really my style, wouldn't you agree?" She launched into her lecture about how everyone is different and individuality is important.

Sam leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "What was that?"

I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the feeling of his breath washing over my face again, sure to be one of the last times. "What was what?"

"The hug and the Glee club being your thing."

I pushed my hair behind my ear, the sensitive skin over the back of my hand brushing his cheek on the way down. "I don't know, she was my sub a while back. We talked once or twice, no big deal."

"It looked like you two knew each other better than that. Looked like you've talked more than once or twice," he said. I turned my face to look at him. Wow, he was close, so close. I could just move forward a few inches and touch my lips to his. Really, that's all that I'd been thinking about for the last few days. His lips were just so big and looked so soft and inviting. Damn, he had me hooked. I was way too far into this infatuation with his lips; I needed to get out if he was going to be my friend. He should be with someone else, at the very least deserved someone else, someone who doesn't lie to him every time she sees him. But damn, if those lips didn't haunt me. I was so close to touching them today, it would have been a mistake, but it would have been a beautiful mistake. After I realized that I'd been staring at his lips for a good seven seconds, I looked up in his blue eyes. I could see Quinn staring at us through the corner of my eye but that faded when I really focused on his blue. Such a unique blue color, I'd never seen anything so beautiful. Well, other than maybe him as a whole.

"Looks can be deceiving," I whispered. And if those words weren't true, I wasn't sure what in this word was.

So I hope that that wasn't too fast moving. I would have uploaded this yesterday but something really terrible happened and I didn't get much of a chance until today. So thanks for reading and I can't wait for your review.