A sudden wave of regret came over me when I glanced up at the clock, great ten minutes to lunch. Which meant, ten minutes until I had to sit through my whole lunch period with Rachel Berry, why oh why was I so stupid to agree to this? Oh yeah that's right I was trying too hard to find a way to win Quinn back, but how was I supposed to do that when she seemed perfectly happy with Finn.

It was just annoying in general that there she sat with Finn in the back making out while the teacher's back is facing them. It was sickening. Lucille was in this class and made sure to sit next to me for some reason, she actually made someone move from where they had been sitting so she could sit there. God that girl was weird. Now she sat there tapping her pencil against her notebook in some rhythmic beat that I couldn't tell what song it was from.

I didn't understand Lucille, I don't know who could understand her frankly. She seemed like she didn't care what others thought of her so it seemed like she would have done anything she wanted, whenever she wanted. At this point in the class period she had given up on taping the tune out and now was drawing on her shoe with a silver sharpie. I couldn't see what it was that she was drawing without making it too obvious that I was actually trying to see what it was.

Was it bad that I was guessing that it was some sort of Celtic death symbol, or some warning that said something along the lines of: 'Watch out I bite'? Nah, if anyone had the same first impression that I did they would be thinking the same exact thing. Well maybe not, but probably something along the lines of that.

"Its lyrics," She muttered under her breath to me. It was like she could read my thoughts, which made her even freakier.

"Okay? And why do I care?" I managed to reply only knowing too well that if I were to say anything else it would probably end up coming out sounding stupid. That's just how it worked with me.

"I see the way you look at me Sam, I'm not stupid." Lucille spat as she glared at me for a moment before returning her attention back to whatever she had been writing on her shoe. "You look at me as though I am crazy. I'm not, I'm just different." She muttered as she continued to write on her shoe. "It seems like you and everyone else at this school can't handle different, which is ridiculous. It's like you all live in this little world where everyone and everything has to be the same as everyone anyone who is an outsider is shunned from everyone. You know what I saw today? Someone got a slushie thrown in their face. Who the hell does that?"

"Anyone who wants to make the Glee club feel worse about themselves than they already do," I replied frowning at her. "Who got slushied?"

"I don't know her name. You know that brunette that freaked out on you for tripping over her?" She said looking back to me raising a brow. I nodded realizing that it was Rachel who had gotten slushied. I kind of felt bad for her, I mean all she was doing was doing what she loved and everyone treated her like shit for it. Though I hated to admit it, maybe Lucille was right about how we all treated anyone who was different like shit. Damn her and her logic. "What's glee club?" She asked.

"It's like show choir. You know we sing and dance around on stage for fun." I shrugged looking towards the clock again. Great I was going to have to go see Rachel soon. I frowned looking back at Lucille who looked a bit shocked. "What?"

"You are in glee club? Of all people you are?"

"Yeah what is so shocking about that?" I snapped glaring at her.

"Oh I don't know the fact that you are in a club that seems to be portrayed as the ultimate club for loser and you the person I would see as someone struggling to be popular is in that club. I am just a bit shocked I must say." Lucille said with a smirk. "I think I'll join this glee club of yours."

Wait what? She was going to join? Could she even sing at all? Oh lord, if she were to join that means I would have to spend more time than I would like with her. "Can you even sing?" I asked frowning slightly.

"Bet your sorry ass I can," She said with a smile as she began to pack her things away. "When is the first meeting?"

"Today after school in the choir room. Are you seriously thinking about joining?" I asked hoping that she was only kidding about joining.

"Yes of course I am. I mean what could it hurt? People already think I am a freak, I might as well make it clear that I am." Lucille smiled getting to her feet as the bell rang. "Where are you going to eat lunch?"

I was already to my feet ready to leave when I caught Quinn's eye, she was watching Lucille and I, a frown clearly displayed on her lips. Wait was she jealous of me talking to Lucille? Quinn quickly directed her glance away when Finn said something to her and I returned my eyes to Lucille. "I have to help someone with something." I said heading for the door.

"Can I go?"

"No, you can't." I replied walking out into the hallway.

"Why not? Are you selling drugs or something?" Lucille asked following behind me.

"No, just shut up! You can't come with, alright?" I snapped glaring over my shoulder at her.

Lucille frowned narrowing her eyes on me. "Fine, you don't have to be a jerk about it." That's when I heard my name being called and saw a smile appearing on Lucille's lips. "Oh I can see why you are busy with a 'friend'." She giggled pointing past me.

As I turned I saw Rachel waving at me a large red stain on her white blouse probably from the slushie. I waved back to her forcing a smile before looking back to Lucille and shaking my head. "Not a word," I muttered as she smirked. "She just wanted me to help her with something."

"I'm sure she did," Lucille cooed behind me. "Now you two have fun." She giggled before running off.

Damn her to hell, I was just going to the choir room with Rachel because she asked me to nothing more than that. I sighed walking towards Rachel, sure she was a pain in the ass and could be pretty annoying but she still didn't deserve to be slushied. Well no one did really. "Hey," I said as I walked up to her.

"Hey Sam, thanks for coming. I thought you would have skipped out on me," She said with a light laugh as she half smiled. It was like she was actually trying to be friendly with me, which of course was odd.

"I would have never dreamed on skipping out on this," I chuckled being somewhat sarcastic. So, Rachel was trying to be my friend… The least I could have done was try to be hers too. And by the look that Quinn was giving me when she saw me talking to Lucille meant she was clearly jealous of Lucille.

Rachel laughed smiling up at me before looking down again and fidgeting with her shirt. "God, I hate the sticky afterwards feeling of being slushied." She sighed as she opened the door to the choir room and walking in.

I followed her in and ran a hand through my hair. "You want to borrow my sweatshirt?" I offered as I sat down on one of the chairs sitting out. "I mean so you can cover up the stain." I explained quickly biting down on my lip.

Rachel paused looking at me for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that would be great. Thank you." She said carefully as though she was taking time to let her words process in her head before she said them.

I nodded standing and unzipping my sweatshirt before handing it over to her. Rachel took it and slipped it on. It was kind of funny seeing her in my sweatshirt and how it hung loosely over her shoulders seeing I was bigger than she was. I smiled a bit at her and she raised a brow at me. "The way you look with my sweatshirt on is funny to me," I explained but then her expression changed quickly and my eyes widened. "Not that it looks bad. I mean it looks good, it makes you look cute… Wait not that I am hitting on you." Rachel raised a brow smirking at me. "I'm digging a deeper hole aren't I?"

She nodded smiling. "Yeah you are. That's fine, Sam. You can think I look cute." She teased as she turned towards the piano.

I mentally kicked myself for making me look like a complete idiot. Oh why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? I thought to myself sitting back down. "So what song did you want to show me?" I asked trying to change the subject.

This seemed to work perfectly seeing as she sat down by the piano and looked over at me. "Yeah, I'm not sure if you've heard of it but… I think it explains how I have been feeling towards someone lately…"

"Finn?"

Rachel looked towards me and nodded frowning. She played a few notes on the piano but continued to watch me.

"Trust me I know how you feel, I've been probably feeling the same thing about someone else." I explained leaning back in the chair I was sitting in.

"Quinn?" She asked and I nodded numbly. It was odd that we both had this sort of connect through the two people that we were hurt by. We both understood what they had done to us and it seemed like we felt the same about it. Hurt.

"Well you want to sing it for me?" I asked looking away.

"Yeah, of course." She replied quickly looking down at the piano. "It's called King Of Anything by Sara Bareilles. Tell me what you think of it after," Rachel took in a deep breath before beginning to play the piano.

It was weird when Rachel sang it was like there was nothing that could disturb her. She sang and I could tell by the way she looked that she actually was singing from the heart unlike some of the others I have seen that kind of just sang because they had to. When she came to a finish I blinked and stared at her for a moment trying to find the right words to say. "Wow." Was all that I managed.

"Wow what?" She questioned turning to face me.

"That was really good, Rachel. I mean I always knew you were a good singer but now just kind of hearing you sing it without any distractions it was pretty amazing." I answered as I bit down on my lip gently.

Rachel seemed to smile a bit brushing a piece of hair behind her ear and looked down at her lap. "Thanks, Sam. I was thinking about singing that at glee club after school." She said looking back up to me. "What do you think? Should I?"

"Hell yeah! Stick it to Finn; he deserves it for being such a douche."

This made her laugh lightly and she smiled at me as she got to her feet. "I think I will, and personally I think that you should sing something telling Quinn how you feel." She said with a shrug as she walked over to her backpack and pulled out her brown paper bag with her food in it. "You know let her know how you feel."

I nodded pulling out my own bag of food. "I guess I should, but I don't know… It just doesn't seem that easy. Maybe for you but I don't really sing in front of people all that much."

"I think you should more often, you are talented Sam. You should give yourself more credit," Rachel said not looking at me but from the way it sounded she seemed to be telling the truth. Which was odd, seeing as I never thought Rachel actually paid any attention to me, maybe I was wrong after all.

"Thanks, Rachel. Maybe I will, then."

Rachel looked up at me and smiled. "Good," She said brightly. "We should do this more often."

"We should," I said, but this time, actually meaning it.