"So how did you get into AP History?" He paused for a minute, "No offense, it's just that I never saw you in History last year."

In all seriousness, Sam didn't understand why he opted to take AP History over the Media class that Puck and Finn had signed up for, he had assumed he would be the only one that he really knew in the class, but was actually surprised when he saw Brittany outside the classroom.

"I took some summer classes, and this was the only open class this year," Brittany explained. Sam nodded, looking around, he hadn't actually spent a lot of time with Brittany, which seems odd since he dated Santana Lopez, and since they're basically joined at the hips.

'You know, your lips really aren't that Trouty, I don't know what Santana was singing about.' Sam slowly put his hands to his lips. 'I wouldn't work about it. There's always something that we don't like about ourselves.' Sam glanced at her, Brittany had a good heart, and he knew what that looked like, he liked to think his heart was pretty damn good.

They both sighed and smiled awkwardly, they couldn't get into the classroom because there was still another class in there, and Sam wasn't quite sure what to say to Brittany, or to anyone. 'So, did you do anything fun during the summer?'

Brittany smiled, obviously happy that the tension was broken once again. 'Not a whole lot, Santana and I spent a lot of time together, Kurt even joined us when we drove, on one of our famous day trips.' Brittany laughed, and looked around. 'Oh have you talked to him since they broke up?' Brittany asked looking at Sam, Sam was taken back. 'Who?'

'Blaine and Kurt apparently, or so Santana told me. She told me Blaine was distant or something, but Kurt said that he didn't think it was going to work...' Brittany went on about the rumors that Santana and her had talked about most of the summer, but all Sam could think about was that Kurt was single, he didn't know why it pleased him so much that Kurt was single. Sam looked off in the distance wondering why Kurt hadn't texted him, I mean he had helped him when he found out that Sam's family was living out in a Motel. He slung his backpack off and rubbing his right shoulder slightly, all of these textbooks, plus he was carrying an old walkman that he had found after he had to sell his iPod.

"Do you know anyone else that's going to be in the class Sam?" Sam glanced at her and shook his head, "No, I didn't expect to know anyone, i'm kind of relieved that you're here, now I have someone to sit next to," he said giving her a wide smile.

Brittany didn't return the smile. "Well, we can sit together today, but Santana's going to transfer into this class." Sam nodded, he was kind of disappointed but he knew how much Santana meant to Brittany.

The door finally opened to the classroom and a pile of children bitching and complaining piled out of the classroom. Sam caught the door before it slammed shut and held it open for Brittany. 'Well thank you.' Brittany said smiling, Sam returned the smile and followed behind her, they both sat at the front next to each other and before Sam put his bag down, Brittany had her binder out and was already set up to take everything in.

Sam slowly put his hands behind his head and leaned back, he was already tired and the class hadn't even begun, he looked up at the ceiling counting how many lights he could see, he smiled as he heard Brittany start humming the song she had written in New York, My Cup. The song was absurd, but he liked it enough to tap his feet gently to her humming.

'Britt!' A voice came from the door, Sam quickly turned around and saw Kurt Hummel standing there. He found himself smiling, he was wearing something fashionable, but he walked in and stood next to Brittany, 'Santana told me you were in this class.' He looked over at Sam and smirked at him slightly, 'Hey Sam.' Sam waved his hand at Kurt.

'Have a good summer Kurt?'

Kurt shrugged. 'Could have been better you?'

Sam nodded. 'Well, I'm pretty sure i'll never ever spend another night in a motel after this shit is done.' Kurt laughed. 'Well you two,' standing behind both Brittany and Sam putting a hand on both of their shoulders, 'Since you didn't save me a seat i'm going to sit in the back, i'll see you after class.' He left and went to the back.

Sam couldn't explain it but he felt so relaxed when his hand had touched his shoulder, he was embarrassed, but when he left he felt disappointed.

Never mind that. Next week Brittany would be sitting next to Santana and Sam would be sitting next to Kurt.

The class itself was fairly interesting, the teacher seemed to know his stuff and he even mentioned Avatar at one point in which Sam clapped loudly. They were told out right that there was a major group project and that the groups could be as big as 5 to 6 people, after the class was dismissed Kurt, Brittany and Sam all got together.

'Well this is perfect, Santana, Brit, Kurt and I can all be in a group.' Kurt clapped and nodded, and Brittany nodded.

"I'll tell Santana, we're suppose to meet up today because..' Brittany paused. 'Um, some other project we've been working on, which totally reminds me, i've gotta go and you know, get to it.'

Kurt watched Brittany leave. 'Well, now that's figured out.' Sam laughed and nodded. 'They'll do the work though, right?'

Kurt hesitated.

'Well Brittany will try, Santana will stand around and just bitch, but we've got each other so I guess that's something.' Sam laughed.

He noticed that Kurt wasn't his usual bubbly self and it had to be because of the break up and he looked at Kurt and patted his shoulder. 'Hey, there's someone out there for every one.' Kurt nodded.

Sam didn't know why it happened, he didn't know what came over him but he gave Kurt a hug, he was telling himself it was because he knew what Kurt was going through, but deep down it was because he wanted to hug Kurt, he wanted to see what he smelt like, and he held on to him for a good 3 minutes.

'Feel better now?'

Kurt was speechless and nodded. 'You probably shouldn't have done that.'

Sam waved his hair back. 'Pfft, who cares, i live in a hotel and I have a mouth like a trout. Hugging another guy is the least of my problems.'

Kurt smiled.

Sam looked into his eyes. Kurt was his friend, one of the many people who helped him when he was to afraid to tell anyone about his situation, but it was at that point, while he watched Kurt walk away, that he thought, What if, What if they were more than friends.

"Time will tell."