A/N: My hands are feeling a lot better and now, I'm able to write again. But I have no idea what to write now 8D Well…I guess an idea will pop out while I'm writing. So yeah, hope you enjoy this chapter ^^ _

Class had finished and students started to leave, heading to club or heading home. Sam carried his backpack and went down the hallway, to Quinn's classroom. He spotted the classroom and opened it to find a black-haired beauty opening the door at the same time too.

"Sam! What are you doing here?" she asked.

He barely knew her and she knew his name. He was confused and his face showed it all. Santana realized this.

"I'm Santana. I'm sure you have met Quinn and she did talk about you joining glee," she said.

'Oh this must be the girl Quinn talked about.'

"Oh yeah, I'm sure Quinn mentioned something about you too," Sam replied.

Santana's face lit up, "Really?" placing one hand lightly at Sam's shoulder, "So what did she say?"

Sam shuddered at the sudden contact. He held her hand and put her hand down. Still holding her hand, he said as he smirked, "Well, something about you interested in me?"

"Oh so you know," she chuckled sweetly, "So? What brings you here?"

"Well, I was looking for Quinn," he looked around the classroom, "Seems like she isn't here."

"Yeah, she just left. Why are you looking for her?" This time, she let go of her hand and put both hands over the back of his neck as if she wanted to trap him in her arms.

Sam answered, "She promised to take me to glee club since I don't know the way around here…"

Santana smiled, "So, I will take you there. I'm sure Quinn doesn't mind about it." She shrugged her shoulders. Sam looked around the classroom again. 'I guess she really isn't here.'

He sighed, "Okay, no prob. Take me there." Santana smiled widely, showing her perfect white teeth.

She let go of her hands and linked her arm around his, "Then, come on!" Sam let her guide the way.

On the way there, Sam caught a glance on a honey blonde girl. 'Quinn? It must be Quinn. I can almost recognize her from anywhere, what is she doing here?'

"Uhh…Santana, let's go there for a while," he pointed at a direction where Quinn was in.

"And…why?" Santana asked with one eyebrow above the other.

"Just wanted to get a cola from the vending machine," he lied. Santana just shrugged and took him there. When they reached there, Santana noticed Quinn standing and staring at….Finn?

"Quinn, what are you doing?" Santana approached her best friend.

Quinn turned to see the couple looking at her with wonder, "Oh, nothing."

"Hey guys, what's up?" Finn said as he walked nearer to them with a short girl beside him.

"What are you doing there, munchkin?" Santana looked at the short girl with threatening eyes.

"Shut up, Santana," the girl said. She noticed the blond guy beside her, "Hi, you must be Sam. Finn just talked about you. I'm Rachel Berry, also known as the best singer in glee club and my dream is to be in Broadway and so, I have been writing music, singing, dancing and acting since I'm…." she rambled on and on and on.

Sam leaned down close to Santana, "Is she always this talka-"

"Yes, she is," Santana immediately replied. 'Wow, she must really find her annoying.' Sam looked at Quinn. She was staring daggers at Rachel. 'Wait, wasn't she also staring at Finn a while ago? Finn must have been with Rachel and so Quinn is….jealous?" Sam analyzed her again. When Rachel nudged at Finn and he smiled at her, Quinn's fist was clenched tight, ready to hit Rachel's face at any second. 'Yup, definitely jealous.'

"Hey, we should go back to glee club now," Sam suggested as he could not stand the killing aura around Quinn. Everyone nodded in agreement and went back. On the way back, Sam couldn't help but stare at Quinn staring at her boyfriend and the "munchkin" Santana referred her as. Sam started feeling jealous at the thought of Quinn getting jealous over a guy.

When they entered the room, Sam saw 2 Asian teenagers, 'Must be Mike and his girlfriend.' a blond-haired girl, a guy with a wheelchair, a plump black-skinned girl, 'Hey! Totter tot girl!' a neat and tidy guy, Puck, his Spanish teacher and a huge girl.

"Welcome to glee club, Sam" Mr. Schuster happily said, "I think you know most of the people here. You will have time to ask for the names of the ones you aren't acquainted with yet. Ok, so moving on, this week's theme is…" he pointed at the board, "freestyle, that doesn't mean that you can sing anything you want but you can sing songs that you create yourself."

Rachel's eyes beamed up, "Oh this is perfect! I can show my talent this way. So, I'm planning to sing this song that I just rece-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, we got it, munchkin," Santana rolled her eyes. Rachel looked at her in fury.

"Okay, so now this session will be used to write your own songs," he said as he handed out papers to everyone, "By the way, you can sing in group, duet or solo. It's up to you."

This was the first time Sam had to write a song, "Do you want to sing with me?" Santana asked. Sam shook his head. "If you change your mind, just talk to me," Santana winked.

Sam just smiled back. "She is already flirting with you? That's Santana for you," a voice Sam could recognize from anywhere was heard.

"Yeah," he looked at his side, meeting his eyes with the hazel eyes. Quinn smiled. "Uhh, so I thought that you would take me to glee club?" Sam asked with disappointment, "Oh, or was it to hook me up with Santana?" he asked her with a teasing voice. They both laughed.

"No, I didn't plan on hooking both of you up. I just had to….check out something…" her smile dropped. He frowned, "Something to do with Finn and Rachel?" Her eyes widened. "Ok…I will take that as a yes."

Quinn's eyes held pain in them, "I don't know, Sam… It's just that I think Finn has been hanging around Rachel these days… Something could have happened… You don't think he is cheating on me?"

"No, no, no, Finn doesn't seem to be the type to cheat on his girlfriend. Trust in him, Quinn," Sam comforted Quinn, even though what he said had caused pain to himself.

"….Yeah…You're right, Sam," she looked up at Sam, "Thanks for hearing me out," Quinn held his hand and gave it a tight squeeze.

Sam smiled, "No problem," he then continued, "Hmm…so if you have one of these problems, you can contact me and I will hear you out and maybe throw in some advice or something?"

Quinn chuckled at his goofiness; "Sure," she took out a piece of scratch paper and scribbled on it, "Here, my phone number," she handed the paper to him. She looked at his blank paper, "Want me to help you write a song?"

"That would be REALLY helpful." Sam exclaimed. Quinn chuckled.