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Sam smiled as he walked down the hallway. He had been in the Glee club for an entire week and hadn't been slushied once. He felt confident. Things had been getting better with Quinn and he was happy. Coach Beiste was putting him as starting quarterback for the next game so things were looking up.

Maybe he could get the girl, the quarterback, the college scholarship, okay maybe not the grades, and bring Glee club and football together. Something no one had been able to do yet.

He continued walking to the choir room feeling assured that year was going to be different from his last. No dudes hitting on him that wouldn't take no for an answer. This year, he was going to be on top.

That was when the slushy hit him. Karofsky and Azimio walked past him, bumping his shoulders and smirking.

"What the hell?"

"Welcome to Glee club, loser," Karofsky snorted.

"Yeah. Nice voice, Lady Lips," Azimio called over his shoulder.

Sam just stood there, mouth gaping, eyes closed, trying not to let the liquid reach them. He heard footsteps pass him before coming back towards him. He recoiled immediately as he felt a hand on his wrist, pulling him. He'd heard that the two frequently dumped people into the dumpster. For sport.

However the fingers around his wrist simply tightened and Sam relaxed a little, feeling the soft pads of the fingertips instead of the fat, roughened, muscly fingers of a football player. He kept his eyes closed, hoping against hope he wouldn't cry. Oh well, so much for his goals.

He let the hand lead him away from the puddle of red food colouring sure to now be collecting on the floor, he could taste the artificial cherry flavouring on his lips, and he heard only a couple of gasps as he walked down the hallway, clearly everyone else was in lessons.

Sam heard the person softly pull open the door before a screeching noise, the sound of something being pulled across the floor. This time a pair of hands, the same pair, gently shoved him into a seat and began running the sink. He was glad that this person seemed to be calm and was taking control of things; he for one was too shocked to even move. He probably would've stood in the hallway, caught red faced, in a pool of icy red drink.

"You can open your eyes you know, you're not going to go blind," a slightly mocking soft voice said. Sam felt himself blush, though it would probably go unnoticed seeing as the rest of him was still red, and opened his eyes to see a pair of hazel ones staring straight back into his blue ones.

Quinn began mopping his face with a damp towel and extracting the ice from his hair. "You're lucky. Blue colour's the worst. I got slushied once and I looked like a character from Avatar down there for a week."

"Lor manari," Sam said unable to stop himself. He mentally slapped himself in the head, he had promised not to let anyone see geeky Sam. Yet with Quinn it was hard to be anyone but himself.

"It means you have pretty eyes in Na'vi," Quinn raised her delicate eyebrows, "Avatar language?"

Quinn laughed. Again, adorkable.

"You know Sam, your t-shirt doesn't exactly help with the situation. Unless you're on their side," Quinn teased, now having finished mopping up the slushy and rinsing the towel in the sink.

Sam looked down. It's funny how you always forget what you're wearing even though you see it all of the time. He chuckled slightly to see that he was now sporting a slightly damp blue shirt. With a target in the centre of it. Ironic, he was a walking target.

"You're probably right, I'm going to change anyway. Thanks. Catch up with you later in Glee?" He asked but Quinn didn't respond, she pushed the chair to the side before grabbing Sam's hand and pulling him in the direction of the changing room.

Sam finally found the will power to stop her once they were outside the changing room. "Quinn, I can take care of myself, really." He said, running a hand through his recently dyed hair.

"I'm sure you can," she replied shortly," But I don't want you and Karofsky getting in a fight on your second week of school. Not good." Then she turned and marched into the changing room and Sam sighed knowing he had no hope of convincing her otherwise.

Sam found Quinn waiting just inside of the door and led her to his locker. He grabbed his football jersey and whipped his shirt off. He heard a sharp intake of breath from behind him and turned to see Quinn biting her lip and unashamedly well, for lack of words, checking him out.

He pulled his jersey on quickly watching Quinn blush and look away. He knew he had rock hard abs, but those cool ranch doritos didn't exactly help.

Once he had turned his back to her, stuffing his shirt into a duffle bag, Quinn licked her lips. Finn didn't have abs like that. Hell, Puck could only dream of abs like that.

She was snapped out of her daydream by the sound of someone hitting a locker. She looked up alarmed and was relieved to see it was only Karofksy now leaning at the end of Sam's row of lockers. Wait. Relieved? Not anymore.

"What are you doing in here Fabray? I aws under the pretense that you were a prude," Karofksy sneered.

"Wow, big words Karofsky," Quinn said faking shock , "Remember who's ontop? You? I don't think so Dave." She replied, HBIC role quickly falling into place. Sam watched the exchange with interest, knowing that as a gentleman he should stop it but Quinn looked hot when she took control. Now it was his turn to drool at her.

"I don't think it's going to be you for much longer either. You're in Glee club remember? The whole reason Sammy boy got slushied in the first place."

"Just remember this Karofsky, mess with Sam or anyone in Glee club again and I'll have all of the Cheerios do this to you."

Karosfky looked confused.

Quinn took a step back before pulling her hand back and placing a sugar sweet smile on her face. Words that did not belong in the same sentence as Fabray. She then slapped Karofsky right across his face. She saw him clutch his jaw before grabbing Sam's hand and sprinting towards the choir room.

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Quinn found him searching in his locker, which surprised her seeing as she didn't even know he had any books to put in it. He shut his locker door to find her leaning against it, blocking his way.

"What do you want Fabray?" Puck asked, eyebrows raising up so high they went into his hairline. That is, if he wasn't partly bald.

"I want you to do something for me," Quinn replied, crossing her arms, a signature Head Bitch pose.

"Oh, so you don't listen to me but I listen to you?" Puck snorted.

"Beat up Karofsky."

"You're crazy."

"Threaten him then."

"And why should I?"

"Because I gave birth to your child," she spat at him, turning and swishing down the hallway. That was low and she knew it but she had no other options. She needed Karofsky to be reminded who was boss.

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She sat outside school, leaning against her convertible, waiting for Brittany and Santana to emerge from the building. They had just finished a brutal Cheerios practice and Coach Sylvester had said something about firing Brittany out of a cannon. Her and Santana both knew Brittany would do it, so Santana was trying to talk her out of it, seeing as she had a better chance of Brittany listening to her.

As the school doors closed, Quinn saw a freshly showered and disgruntled looking Puck walk out. They'd just finished football practice. His eyes flickered briefly over to her before looking away. But that look was enough.

She walked up to him slowly, unsure if he was still stung by her earlier comment and put a hand on his shoulder, turning him around.

"Thank you Puck, and I'm sorry," she said softly.

"So am I Quinn. So sorry." She planted a light kiss on his cheeks before making her way back over to her car. Not noticing the flash of bleached blonde hair tracing back his steps into the building.

Tun Tun Tun. Okay, that was my version of the scary music they put in movies. Okay, maybe not scary but you guys should know what I mean.

So know you see why I asked that in my other story, Not Your Average Fairytale. I like asking questions, the answers you come up with are awesome.

So here it goes, which one of the Glee guys do you think is the most dateable and why? :D

Love,

Teardropsdreams