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Author's Note: So, this is my first time posting in SAMCHEL. I'm not so much a GLEE fan as I once was, but I am completely in LOVE with Samchel. And I've been dabbling with a few ideas, and this one seemed to flow much easier than the other ideas. Since it's only the first chapter, there's really not much on any other character besides Sam (and the story is written in third person, with Sam as the centric character). Since this is AU, there will be a certain level of OOC, but I'll do my best to stay with-in the realms of the characters in the show. The story has nothing to do with the 1934 movie, It Happened One Night, in which the title of this story comes from. I just liked it and thought it sounded familiar, and low and behold, it's a movie. The story will pick up probably by chapter 3, that way there's room to introduce everyone into the story and touch up on the AU world that I've thrown them into :):) There will be cursing and eventually more mature themes. Couples will include, but not limited too: St. Berry, Fuinn, Puck/Santana, Klaine, Merc/Shane, Tike (is that their shipping name?), Bartie, Britana, Wemma... And, Of course, Samchel
PS: If you have a story that is similar, my apologies. I don't think I've seen a story like this, but I am a bit of a ditz. I do apologize and I promise I did not intend to "steal" any kinds of plot.
Thank you & Happy Readings!
Sam Evans was Montero High School's Golden Boy... Right up until his father got the job transfer to a small town in Ohio and life never seemed so unfair. Now, coming off the high of being the most popular boy in school, Sam is willing to do anything to gain back his title and make a name for himself at McKinley High School. And, ok, the football team sucks, and it's a little more difficult to spring to the top when no one knows your name. But he had always liked a challenge. However, it may be more of a challenge than he realizes when he learns the key to being popular at McKinley high school, has a little more to do with your voice then your throwing arm. And, honestly, when did Singing make you popular and Football make you, well, not? He'll be able to turn the tables in his favor... Or he's going to have to come up with a new game plan.
And, totally Ps., he's not sure what it's going to take to win the Princess of the school's heart, but he's pretty sure her boyfriend is going to make his life suck.
Awesome.
It Happened One Night
He hated the fact that his father had moved them from Declan, Tennessee to Lima, Ohio. He especially hated the fact that his father had moved them the summer before his senior year.
It wasn't fair.
He was quarter back of the Montero Bulldogs. He had dated the head cheerleader, was head of the Community Leadership program, and was basically the All-American Boy next door. Everyone in the small town of Declan knew Sam Michael Evans.
And, honestly, he had really tried to find every possible way to stay in his hometown; various pleas to his friends to live with them; numerous Facebook statuses, ranging from asking for a home to declaring there was an angel in heaven whose one and only job was to fuck with him. He had even offered to live in Ms. Neely's attic and do all the lawn work for her. But there was no way around it; Sam Evans was no longer Declan's golden boy.
He was the new kid at McKinley High School, Lima, Ohio.
And, fine, their house was way bigger in Ohio then Tennessee. His room was at least twice the size and all the way in the basement, away from his parents and siblings. Speaking of the basement, it was completely off the hook. The previous owners had completely redone it, setting up a bedroom, a bathroom, and then a huge open layout which his parents deemed the game room.
It was like heaven city.
And his mother made sure to bring up his over-reaction as much as she possibly could, a smirk taking up her entire face as she did it.
It was the week before school by the time they had finally finished unpacking, and had even started settling in. Sam's father, Dwight, had a long talk with the high school and had found out that there were early football tryouts on the Saturday before school started. Dwight had patted Sam's shoulder and told him that the principle was very excited to have some fresh blood on the field.
As Sam sat on the bleachers, watching McKinley's football team practice, he wasn't really all that surprised that there was excitement for new blood. The football team was horrible.
"COME ON!" The Coach screamed at the boys, shaking her head. She was a stout woman, with a strong presence, but calm eyes. "Boys! How do you expect to win if you aren't handing the ball off properly!"
Sam watched as she threw her hands into the air, a ticking noise following her actions. His old coach was a drunk, who basically gave them free reign. This coach, Beiste, was a new experience on the basis of being sober alone.
Another ticking noise was heard and Beiste turned to look at Sam, who began smiling his 'dashing' southern smile.
"Sam Evans, right? Figgin's told me about you. Let me see?" She put her hand out. Sam gently gave her his transcript, a letter of recommendation from his old Assistant Coach, and his game sheet. "Impressive."
"Thank you." He smiled again.
"Quarterback? Well, we have Hudson. You want to go for that position?" She looked up at him. He noticed that she was finally taking him in.
"Well, yes, I led my team in Tennessee to many victories. And after watching this team practice, no offence, but—"
"Oh, no, this is not me." Beiste began shaking her head. "Like you, this is my first year at McKinley. I didn't abuse these dogs; it's just how I found them." She gave him a small smile, turning to look at the team.
Sam looked over her shoulder. He noted that the kicker was just standing in the middle of the field, doing something with his hands. Was he filing his nails? He shook his head, his dirty blonde hair mussing slightly.
"BOYS! I have a new student here, looking to try out. I run a tight ship and I do early try-outs! Reds and Blues split up! Sam Evans here is playing quarterback for the blues!" Sam watched as the team simply stared at her. "You know," she stated, so only he could hear, "I've been with them for about two weeks now and I think that they must be of the hard hearing breeds." She cleared her throat. "BOYS, HEADS ON STRAIGHT! LET'S GO!"
Sam smirked; he knew he was going to like Coach Beiste, a lot. He placed on a helmet and ran over to the blues.
He was ready to bring this pack of dogs from the allies, into the sunlit streets of victory.
Sam walked into the locker room, a huge smile on his face. He felt like he had won the lottery. He took a deep breath (appreciating that there hadn't been enough time for the locker rooms to start smelling) and debated about running around or acting dignified as the new Quarterback.
"Great game dude." Sam looked over to see one of the reds walk in, tossing his helmet next to a set of lockers. "Def didn't see that play coming."
"I tried. You guys really did a good job trying to under mind some of the moves I had my team doing, but, thanks." The kid smirked, leaning over.
"Puck."
"Hi." Sam shook his hand. "Was, um, Finn I think, ok?"
"Oh, he's fine." Both boys turned as the kicker walked in, looking at his nails. Following behind him was the rest of the football team. "He knew the sand in his glass was running out." Sam looked at Puck, who was rolling his eyes. "Kurt Hummel. The ex-quarterback's stepbrother."
Sam nodded, that was obviously how the petite boy had gotten onto the team.
"You just had to introduce yourself like that, didn't you?" Finn stated, pressing his helmet into Kurt's shoulder. "Great game Sam. Congratulations." He threw the blonde hair boy a small smile, before moving over to the lockers near Puck.
"Looks like we might actually be making it to a few victory parties." An Asian boy joked; clamping his hand down on Kurt's back, causing him to wince.
Kurt glared, whispering a vicious 'Mike', before moving to the other side of the locker room.
After a few more compliments from a few other players, Sam began changing into his normal clothes. He was listening to the other guys, trying to get a feel of what Wednesday was going to bring with the first day of school.
It wasn't going to be like last year, where he was king of the world, moving through the halls like a celebrity. Even though he had scored the Quarterback position, there was no grantee that he would be on radar.
"So, Sammy boy, you were Quarterback at your old school." Puck commented, slipping his shirt over his head.
"Yeah, I actually made Quarterback sophomore year, first sophomore in fifteen years to get the position. I have a knack with plays and stuff I guess." Sam shrugged.
"Were you popular at your old school?" The Asian boy, Sam assumed was Mike, asked, his eyes focusing on his locker.
"Well, yeah." Sam smirked. "I was always kind of popular. You guys know how it is."
There was a scoff, which caused Sam to look up. His eyes wandered around, stopping at Kurt, who was fully changed (in an outfit that was straight out of one of Sam's mother's fashion TV shows). Sam's green eyes left that of Kurt's brown eyes and looked over to see Finn giving his step brother a warning look, Puck looking between Sam and Kurt, and Mike's eyes averted.
Kurt shook his head as his eyes met Sam's once again. He opened his mouth, "please don't tell me you joined the football team looking for popularity?"
Its official, this move *sucks*.
Sam pressed the enter key, leaning back into his desk chair. He closed his eyes, running his hand down his face.
It had been three hours since Kurt Hummel had informed him that to be popular at McKinley, you had to be a somebody. And there was enough proof during the practice that the football team was definitely not the place where somebodies were found.
Sam vividly remembered Kurt rolling his eyes before gliding out of the locker room. He had turned to the three other boys, the only other team mates whom he knew (at least their names) begging for some kind of clarification.
Personally, he wished he had gone with his gut instinct and abided by his cardinal rule of 'ignorance is bliss'.
Apparently, and this had been explained by Mike, McKinley was known for its Arts, more specifically, its GLEE club. After a quick explanation of what a GLEE club was (basically he was reminded of his church choir), Sam was privied to the long history of championships McKinley's GLEE club had won. The gist that Sam got was McKinley was, basically, being financially supported by this GLEE club.
Declan was all about Football. And why not? They had been winning the Tennessee playoffs for years. If you were part of the football team, you were a valued player, no matter what position or how much time you actually spent on the field,
McKinley based your value on how well you sang.
Which was perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
Sam opened his eyes as he heard the door to his room open. He nodded slightly as his father walked in, a smile resting on his lips.
"Mom told me about football tryouts. Congratulations."
"New Quarterback at a school that only acknowledges the Arts." Sam gave his father a sarcastic smile and a thumbs up. "Yay team Sam!" He sighed, getting up to flop on his bed.
"Yeah, she may have mentioned that as well." Dwight stated, taking a seat at his son's desk. "You're an amazing football player Sam. You'll easily bring some glory to McKinley."
"The GLEE club has apparently been winning this huge competition for the past fifteen years." Sam gestured towards his computer. Dwight swiveled in the chair, rolling his eyes at the Facebook status his son had posted and then switching tabs. He read the article quickly.
"Wow, that's really something, isn't it?" He winced slightly, but smiled none the less as he turned back to face his son. "Sam, all you need to focus on is winning some games so you can bring the recruiters in. Once you get to college, none of this popularity stuff is going to matter. You're the new kid anyway."
"Wow dad. Inspirational speaking is not a good fallback plan for you. You need to plan accordingly from now on."
Dwight smirked. "All I'm saying is that this year is going to fly by and when the time comes around, being popular isn't going to mean anything."
Sam stared at his father, before letting out a huff and nodding his head. At least he could still tell people he was a Quarterback on a football team.
Wednesday came all too soon. Sam had bonded slightly with Finn, Puck, and Mike and felt better that he would at least know a few people on his first day. He even felt a little better that he knew Kurt and Mike's girlfriend Tina, even if it was really only by name (and it Kurt's case, a detail meaning of what a Michael Kors jacket was).
He had never realized how big McKinley was, but as he walked through the main hall, he instantly knew he was no longer in Tennessee. The school itself was massive, at least twice as big as Montero, his old high school. And all around the halls, well, absolute chaos.
Students were piling on each other, talking, laughing, passing notes; the hottest gossip of the summer was spreading through the air. The cheerleaders were sashaying down the halls; shooting looks to those who dared to cross their paths. Various varsity jackets could be seen peaking in, out, and between the rest of the student body.
It was a little overwhelming.
He looked down at his schedule, turning left towards his locker. He was thankful that Beiste had brought him into the school to meet the guidance counselor, Mrs. Schuester, the day prior. The lady was a little off, but really nice. And she was more than willing to show him where all his classes were and to even write down some key directions on the back of his schedule. He ignored the fact that she put on a pair of latex gloves to shake his hand (he had just been practicing and had yet to take a shower!).
Locker 345 was smack dab in the middle of the West hall way. There weren't too many students, only about a handful. He held on to the strap of his book bag, quickly spinning in his combination.
At least the inside of the locker was exactly the same as the one back in Montero.
Before he could give the metal box a full inspection, a glimmer of reflected light caught his eye. He looked over to his left, past the door to his locker.
Coming from the other end of the hall was, in no exaggeration, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He strained to keep his jaw from falling to the ground.
She was petite. Her legs were extended by the shortness of her plaid skirt. Her upper body was defined and complimented by a black turtleneck shirt, with short sleeves. She was gliding in tall black boots down the hall, oblivious to the rest of the world. Brown hair, which was pulled up into a pony tail, had big curls at the end, complimenting her chocolate eyes. He noticed another glimmer of reflected light and quickly noticed it was the light bouncing off her silver hoop earrings.
She paused at a locker a few down from his. He watched as she pulled out a notebook, a text book, and a pen, which she shoved into her ponytail. Unlike his locker, hers must have been magically filled with all her books and supplies for the year.
He took a step towards her; a need to know her name filled his whole body, running through his veins like blood.
Before he could do anything, however, a cocky looking boy seemed to materialize next to her locker. He slung his arm around her, leaning (too close for comfort in Sam's opinion) into her.
"There you are, baby. I thought we agreed to meet in the quad?" He watched as the cocky boy went to capture her lips. This simple action filled his whole body with unjustifiable anger.
The anger somewhat subsided as the girl quickly turned her head so that the boy's lips landed on her cheek.
"I assumed you were going to meet up with Caroline." Her voice, which was musical and sing-song, was filled with agitation.
"Now, now, Rachel, we talked about this." The boy smirked, moving off her shoulders and leaning against the locker next to her.
"You slept with her, Jesse. Whatever we talked about, null in void." She shifted away from him, looking into her locker.
"I have to get it from somewhere, Rachel." Jesse hissed.
Sam's eyes widened. He looked around, noting that the handful of students that had been milling around the hall discreetly tried to pay attention to the couple.
"Oh, boo who, Jesse isn't getting sex from the ice princess, how mundane." Rachel mocked. This caused his green eyes to widen even more. This was obviously not their first fight. Nothing about what was happening in front of him seemed out of the ordinary, much less out of place. At least this was the impression he got as he once again looked around to the other students.
"Look," Jesse got close to Rachel; invading the little personal space she had left. "Don't act like I'm not the reason that you're the princess of this fuckin' school. I am the reason you're a star! You think that crack-head Shue would have paid two minutes to listen to some awkward little freshman? Don't forget your place." He slammed her locker shut, just barely missing her face.
Sam felt his fist clench. How could anyone talk to someone like that? Much less if that someone was a girl (a beautiful)! What the hell was wrong with this kid?
Jesse growled, and turned, walking in the direction Rachel had entered. Sam began shaking his head, trying to focus on Rachel, who was just staring after Jesse, a small pout sitting on her lips. Green eyes moved quickly back over to the retreating form.
"What a douchebag!"
Rachel spun, looking at Sam with surprise. He was still staring at Jesse; his arm was stretched forward, his hand gesturing after the cocky jerk. He, himself, was unsure of who he was even talking too.
"I'm sorry," her voice had gone from anger and mocking, to slightly authoritative. "Do I know you?"
Her tone was what brought Sam out of his angry thoughts. Green crashed with brown, and for a moment, Sam forgot how to talk.
"I-I, um, new, sorry, ah—" Oh, great. He cleared his throat, blinking his eyes. "Sam Evans, I'm new here."
Rachel stared at him. Honestly, he thought she was just going to turn around and walk away from him. He knew that look. He knew popular girls, and this girl, had to have been the most popular girl in the whole school with the look she was currently giving him.
But, then, her look changed. And Sam was once again jaw locking to keep from having to pick his chin off the floor. A smile lit up her face, making her eyes, her face, her whole person, brighten.
"Hello Sam." Her tone was replaced from authoritative to simply musical. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. You must think this school is being run as a farm barn. Not the kind of welcome to McKinley I would have wanted to give."
It took him a few seconds to catch up with what she was saying (she kind-of talked fast, like FLASH fast). He quickly shook his head, his hand running through his hair.
"No, no, it's," he chuckled, feeling like a complete ass. He was never nervous talking to girls. "I shouldn't have been eavesdropping. My apologies."
Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "It's not like we were trying to maintain privacy. Perks of having two ambitious, loud, people in a relationship." She looked over her shoulder. "Even though it's quite obvious there are a few other snags to that equation."
As Sam went to respond, the warning bell sounded across the hall. He was reminded that there were other students in the hall as they began shutting their lockers and moving towards their classes.
"Well, again, I'm sorry. I'm sure I'll see you around." She moved in the opposite direction of which she came, pausing (because stopping was not a graceful enough adjective for her in his opinion) next him. A shy smile danced across her lips. "Do you know how to get to your first period?"
"Um, yeah, it's a straight shot." He smirked.
"It was nice meeting you, Sam Evans." She gently touched his shoulder. "Rachel Berry."