'So, you're going to be my English and History tutor?' Sam asked.

'Yeah, why?' she said, opening her book. 'Don't tell me you were expecting the White Witch from Narnia to be your tutor? I'm sorry I'm crashing your dreams but she's too busy torturing Cheerios and kissing Sue Sylvester's ass'

Sam looked at Santana and rolled his eyes.

'Oh, I'm sorry blondie. I shouldn't talk about your girlfriend like that in front of you' the Cheerio said faking a pout.

Sam looked away, 'She's not my girlfriend' he said dryly.

Santana bite her lower lip. Problems in Paradise, gotcha. 'It's for the best, Evans'

'Yeah, don't know. Anyway I need some help with History' he said, changing subject. Santana could tell he was uncomfortable with the whole Quinn thing.

'So. Colonization Era', Santana started.

'Yeah, yeah, wait… I read that somewhere' Sam said, trying to find the page.

'Page 40, Evans'

'I know'

'40. After 39 and before 41'

'I know! Give me a rest, woman!'

'Pardon me?'

'HERE' Sam said, smiling. 'What?' he asked innocently when he saw the cheerleader's questioning face.

Santana couldn't help but laugh. 'Nobody in this school had the nerve of talk to me like that before you'.

'There's always a first time for everything, Santana' Sam said.

'Yeah. I like you a little more now, Evans. I didn't knew that at least someone in the football team grew a pair'

There's a lot about me you don't know, Santana Lopez, Sam thought smiling to himself and proceeded to listen to Santana.