Okay so since my last Glee fanfiction totally bombed out because everyone thought it was terrible (I may continue writing it however) I decided to start a new and better Glee fanfic.

Hope you guys enjoy this one more. This sort of shows the budding relationship between Sam and Rachel but how Sam just doesn't want to be a loser so he won't be with Rachel. Will eventually be Samchel. Hope you guys enjoy!

"Sometimes, life throws surprises at you…"

{S.a.m}

I didn't actually mean for it to happen, it just sort of… did. Let's start at where all stories should start, the start.

Samuel JB Evans strode down the hallway of William McKinley High School somewhat self-consciously. From what he'd heard, this school was exactly like those in the movies, cheerleaders went out with football players, Glee club kids got slushies' thrown at them, and you were picked on for the way you looked.

Being different here meant being a loser.

Samuel, or Sam as he preferred to be called, ran a bronzed hand through his sandy blonde hair, his greeny-blue eyes scanning the hall nervously.

Sam pulled a sheet of paper out of his jeans pocket, un-folded it and read it.

Samuel JB Evans. Locker No. 314. Schedule on back.

The note said. He shot a quick glance at the lockers around him. 299, 300, 301, 302, 303, 304, 305, 306, 307, Sam did a double take at 307. Standing there was a gorgeous blonde, with sky blue eyes. She was tanned and athletic, and she looked exactly like one of those models on a magazine. She wore a cheerleading outfit, which showed off her long legs amazingly. She caught him staring and smiled at him. Beside her, stood another blond girl, not quite as beautiful but still athletic looking nonetheless.

She also wore a cheerleading outfit, along with the olive-skinned, black haired beauty standing with her hands arrogantly on her hips.

"Quinn Fabray, do not give me that shit!" The black haired girl snapped at her, before noticing 'Quinn's distraction.

Her angry expression turned into one of…determination? She twirled her ponytail around her finger and smiled charmingly at him.

"Well, look who we have here. Sam isn't it?" Quinn called to him. He nodded, dumbfounded. She glanced at the black haired girl and shot her a 'back off' look. The black haired beauty shrugged. "He's all yours." She said.

Sam sucked in a deep breath and continued walking, to the laughter of the cheerleaders. Finally, he reached locker number 314. Next to his locker, standing at locker number 315, was a brown haired girl. She had long legs, a sexy body, beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and a funny shaped nose. If she got a nose job and changed her outfit, she'd make Quinn look like a disable freak, Sam thought. He was about to say 'Hello' to the girl when a towering, dark haired figure walked up to her.

"Hey Finn," She said, beaming up at him. He grinned at her.

"Hey Rachel. Look, I have footy practice after school, wanna watch?" He asked. "I can give you a lift home afterwards." He added hastily at her suddenly sad expression. She frowned thoughtfully, as if considering it deeply. "Alright. But if those Cheerio's give me a hard time, im leaving." Rachel said after a long pause. Finn nodded, kissed her on the cheek and continued on down the hallway.

Sam, for some reason, found himself feeling slightly disappointed that she had a boyfriend. He shook his head and put in the code for his locker, which was also on a little sheet of paper. Rachel glanced sideways at him, her breath hitching in her throat.

He was the most handsome, most stunning man she'd ever seen. He wasn't overly tall like Finn, but he was tall enough to make any girl secure with him backing them up. His sandy-blond hair was shaggy and hung around his tanned face, framing it perfectly. And those eyes, it's like looking into the ocean, Rachel thought, stunned into silence.

Sam noticed Rachel watching him and turned to her. "Hello, I'm Sam, Sam I am. And I don't like green eggs and ham." He winked at her. Idiot! You must sound like a dork! Nice one dorky, Sam bullied himself internally, while keeping a calm exterior. Rachel giggled. "And im Rachel, Sam. And ill make sure not to feed you green eggs and ham," She added, winking back. She flicked her brown hair over her shoulder, shut her locker and turned away, before quickly turning back.

"Can you sing?" She asked abruptly. Sam was taken aback.

"Uh… sort of?" He responded, confused. She beamed up at him.

"Awesome! You should try out for Glee," She told him, before turning and striding away. She only made it 6 steps when a buff guy calmly walked past her and tossed a blue slushy in her face. She froze, and he saw her shoulders heave with a sigh. Every one just walked past her, and completely ignored her. Jerks, much? Sam thought, before going up to her and taking her arm. "You want some help cleaning up?" He asked her.

Rachel looked up, shocked before shaking her head. "Sorry, Sam, your just to nice." She said, wrenching her arm out of his grasp and going back to her locker, retrieving some clothes and hurrying to the bathroom. Sam replayed what she said in his head over and over. What does that mean, im to nice? Sam shook his head as Quinn walked up to him. "I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray. I'd like to encourage you to join the football team, you certainly have the build for it," Quinn said sweetly. Behind her stood the other blond and the black beauty. "I'm Sam," Sam said, refraining from doing the whole 'Sam I am', to not further embarrass himself. Quinn smiled. "This is Santana," She pointed to the Black beauty. "And Brittney." She pointed to the other blond. Brittney smiled at him.

"I'm Brittney," Brittney repeated. She smiled innocently at him.

"Um… Hi Brittney, Quinn, Santana." Sam said to them all, politely inclining his head. Quinn stepped closer to him.

"See you around, Sam." She said, her breath caressing his cheek. Sam sucked in a deep breath.

"Uh… yeah… around…" Sam watched Quinn as she walked away, her hips swaying for the benefit of her male audience. A muscled guy who was slightly smaller than him with a Mohawk and an intimidating aura came up to him and lightly punched him on the shoulder. "Dude, don't get caught in her trap, seriously." The guy said, laughing. Sam turned to him.

"And you are?" Sam snapped, rather pissed that the dude was telling him what to do. The guy grinned.

"Puck," He said. Sam nodded. "You should join the football team," He continued.

"Okay… whens tryout's?" He asked.

"After school." Finn answered. Sam nodded, again.

"Okay, I guess I'll be there." Sam said.

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