The next morning my head was buzzing after everything Kurt had told me. I felt better about going to school...not only because I now had Kurt, and the lovely and dapper Blaine, as a friend and an ally but because I felt I knew the kids I was trying to get to know. Well...fair enough, I hadn't been trying to get to know them. My only attitude so far had been pretty sullen and shy, but now I felt a lot more positive towards the students and the whole schooling system.

I was silent in the car on the way but it was because I was thinking about how to get around these kids. Start with the guys Kurt was friends with...Mercedes, the diva, Tina, the gothic Asian, Mike, the quiet Asian, Artie, the wheelchair nerd and Finn, Kurt's stepbrother.

I vaguely remembered Finn from my brief entrance in the Glee room the previous day. He'd seemed lazy and rather sheepish and Kurt had pretty much confirmed this personality as well as adding that he was a great kid with his heart in the right place.

The most interesting thing Kurt had told me was the standing of the Glee Club in school and how things had changed, or hadn't in some cases, over the course of the past year or so for them. I recalled the previous conversation as I leant back in the passenger seat.

"Since when have you been in Glee Club then, Kurt?" I asked the porcelain-skinned boy who was perched on the head of the bed, painting his nails with clear polish.

"Just over two years now. This is my third. It's not been an easy ride though..."

He paused, nail polish brush in mid-air as he grimaced momentarily. Blaine crossed over from the desk chair to perch beside him. He glanced at me.

"Kurt had a...trying few years in New Directions..." Blaine began.

"New Directions?" I asked, puzzled.

"The McKinley Glee Club's name." Kurt interjected, leaning into Blaine's embrace.

"Yeah, he transferred to my school, Dalton Academy, last year because-"

He paused and I glanced from one boy to the other. A sickening uneasy feeling began forming in the pit of my stomach.

"What?" I asked quietly, carefully lacing my fingers together.

Blaine glanced at Kurt who nodded quickly before turning back to his manicure.

"...because this guy, this bully, was tormenting him. Making his life hell on earth basically." Blaine concluded, tightening his grasp around his boyfriend.

"Tormenting you? Did somebody do something about it?" I asked, shocked.

I hated bullies. Sure, I was a rightful queen of sarcasm and dry humour but bullies were not cool with me. They were mostly just insecure freaks in my mind.

"No. So I transferred. Nobody really cared." Kurt said quietly.

"Stupid anti-gay neanderthal I take it?" I said.

Kurt nodded.

"A jock. He'd basically just been making all our lives in the Glee Club hell. Slushie facials at regular intervals, beating us up. All forms of enjoyment they liked to entertain themselves."

"But aren't most of the guys in New Directions jocks themselves?" I asked, considering what Kurt had told me earlier.

"Yeah. Puck, mohawk guy, used to be the most popular guy in school, The Stud...I guess he still is, but he, and all the rest of the guys get slushies and beat ups just like the rest of us."

"Didn't winning Nationals help anything? Didn't it shut up this stupid neanderthal jock?" I persisted.

"Not really. Well, Dave, the neanderthal, is better now. At the end of last year, him and Santana, the satanic girl from glee club, put together this gay protection club thing where they both escorted me to and from class. And he apologised."

Kurt seemed amused at reminiscing about the gay protection club thing and he rolled his eyes playfully. Blaine suddenly cut in.

"Kurt...I think you're forgetting one key thing here."

"What?" Kurt and I both chorused.

"Dave kissed him."

"WHAT?" I squeaked, covering my hands quickly.

"Uh-huh." Kurt nodded slowly.

"After he treated you like crap? Or is that why?"

"That's why. He kissed me, I kind of rejected him and he threatened to kill me if I told anyone. Not that I would." Kurt said casually, putting his nail polish to the side before blowing on his wet nails.

"Kill you? I can't believe this. I hate that guy."

"He apologised." Kurt reminded me.

"We guess he's just sexually confused." Blaine added.

"I tried to get him to come out at Prom when I was made queen, like I told you, but he just ran off."

"You can kind of see why, but it would've changed a lot." concluded Blaine.

My first class was English and I traipsed in still daydreaming about how I was going to befriend some of the kids. I hadn't decided whether I would actually pursue the Glee kids. They seemed to have it extremely tough, especially Kurt, and I didn't know if I wanted to get into that. It seemed that the best thing to do at this school was to lay low, get to class, get out of class and stay out of trouble.

I suddenly stopped myself. What was I thinking? Kurt had opened up to me about all his troubles, about all his troubled past. I wasn't going to leave him hanging, and his other friends looked like great people. I didn't have to actually join the glee club did I? I could still be friend with these guys.

I was suddenly knocked out of my thoughts, firstly, by a sweet yet savoury smell and secondly, by a large book being thrown down onto the table next to me. I saw a flash of red jacket before a rather lanky boy slumped down next to me, his blond hair dazzling me momentarily.

He caught me looking and grunted a quick, "Hey". It was Sam, the newest jock and a member of New Directions. He still looked asleep as he took off his jacket, revealing a buff set of muscular arms and a toned body underneath the green shirt he was wearing. I turned away and started opening my own English book, which looked fresh compared to Sam's ruffled one.

"Bit early in the morning?" I said to him, trying to keep my composure.

I'd never really pursued any boy before. I hadn't really been in any school long enough to get to know them. My father had promised me though that I would be staying here for at least the remainder of the school year so I could graduate properly.

"Too right." Sam said, widening his eyes and blinking rapidly so as to awaken himself. "You're Beth? Is that right?"

"Yep, Beth Tarrant. And you're Sam. Kurt told me." I replied, dodging his questioning look.

"Yeah, well I know what it's like to be new around here so I won't be tough on you." he said, casually punching me on the arm before freezing his hand in mid-air, maybe realising that I was a stranger and not an old friend, or maybe remembering that I was a girl and not Finn or any of the other jocks.

"Thanks." I said, putting on a giggle so as to avoid the awkwardness. Although, in truth, the giggle made it more awkward, as who was I kidding? I was attracted to this guy. Ever since I'd surveyed him in the cafeteria yesterday. I liked the way his blond hair flopped over his eyes which were a cute blue colour.

I think he saw me looking at his hair as he quickly blurted out.

"It's not dyed!"

The class, the remainder of who were quickly taking their seats around us, paused and glanced towards us. Sam blushed and hung his head, pretending to search through his bag. As the crowd looked away I leant forwards.

"You sure blondie?" I said playfully, quickly remembering that my true persona didn't fit in with the overly-friendly girl and that I still wanted to keep a bit of fieriness which was who I truly was.

Sam glanced up at me, before answering my own grin before the teacher finally called us to attention.

Author's Notes: Hope you enjoyed it! I know I haven't been very good at keeping up with posting. I'm trying to write more now that I'm off school though.
Right, I know at the start I said that this was going to be an OC/Santana pairing so don't be disappointed just yet. You never know what will happen. I just really like Sam's character and wanted to have some fun there first. I actually have another idea for a Sam fic out of writing this! Yay!

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