AN: Well, I hope ya'll really like this story, cause I usually have to stay up late to write. But, to the over 700 of you who have read this, I thank you. :)

I don't own anything, blah blah blah.

Italics- Sam and Quinn

Bold- Kurt and Luka

Bold Italics- Sam and Kurt, Quinn and Luka

Emily took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The physo Rachel was in there, awaiting her arrival and Em was not sure she could handle this. Aw, Em, you can do it. The Brightons aren't scared of anything! Comforted, she entered the auditorium before she could come to her senses.

"So, it's obvious your genre is country with a dash of pop, but as your mentor, I believe it's my duty to introduce you to other types of music, so we can have the strongest glee club in every genre and have an even better chance of making it to Nationals." Rachel began ranting the moment Emily set foot onstage. Great. Emily was only in there for 30 seconds and Rachel had already spoken 1,000 words.

Settling herself on the piano bench, watching Rachel pace, Emily asked, "So whadja have in mind?"

"Well, most likely Quinn and Luka will be covering alternative rock, Mercedes and Marius will be covering R&B, and Kurt and Sam will either be covering classic rock or show tunes depending on who gets to pick the genre. But I'm positive show tunes will be our best bet."

"But, Rachel, I don't quite understand." Rachel stopped pacing and crossed her arms, shooting the Southern girl a look that clearly read, "Obviously Country Girl, but what is it?"

Letting the look slide, Emily continued by asking, "Why can't we do a genre of music, even if another pair is doing it? It's not that big a deal."

"Not a big deal?" Rachel screeched. Emily rolled her eyes. Oh Lord Above, forgive me for starting this tirade.

After school that day, Kurt played idly with the piano in the choir room waiting for his partner to start rehersing their song. He was kind of freaking out at seeing Sam again, especially after his weird dream. He tried to change his mindset by thinking about what song to sing, when a familiar voice called "Hey Kurt!"

Kurt looked up at the adorable new football player. His hair was in danger of falling into his deep blue eyes that reminded Kurt of ocean water and his favorite Alexander McQueen blue cardigan. The football jersey streched over his well-defined chest, the number 59 standing out largely against the muscles. And his smile. Oh, his smile. It was brighter then all the spotlights in the auditorium combined and it made Kurt's heart beat like a jackhammer.

"H-Hey Sam! Ready to get started?" Kurt asked, only noticing afterwards what a double antandra his words had been.

Apparently Sam did as well, but he laughed. "Heck yeah!" he exclaimed, taking a seat in a chair next to the piano. "Anything in particular you wanna do?" he asked.

Kurt shrugged nonchalantly. "No, no, no. You're the fledging, you may choose." he told the taller boy with a smile, which Sam returned.

"Hmm... well we can always turn to the magical device know as an iPod!" he remarked, digging into his backpack. He resurfaced a few moments later with a black iPod Touch and a small iHome. "Please, Oh iPod." he began, closing his eyes and holding the music player inbetween his claspped hands as Kurt laughed loudly. "I beg of you. Give Kurt and I a song to sing for Glee club." he placed the iPod in the speakers and hit shuffle. A guitar riff began to fill the room as Sam laughed. "I love this song!" He cried and began to sing along to John O'Callaghan's voice.

"I thought I had my boy but he ran away."

Kurt noticed, to his delight, that Sam said "boy" when the singer of the song had said "she."

"My car got stolen and I'm gonna be late for work this week, make that the fourth day straight.

But I'm fine with it.

I thought I had it all but I gave it away.

I quit that old job, now I'm doing ok.

Those material things, they can't get in my way cause I'm over it.

But wherever he may be.

He could be money, cars, fear of the dark, your best friends or the strangers in bars.

Whoever he is, whoever he may be, one thing's for sure. You don't have to worry.

Kurt smiled, pushing the other boy to keep singing.

"And this is the part where you find out who you are.

And these are you friends, those who've been there from the start."

Sam gestured around the room, to the invisible members of New Directions. Kurt giggled and Sam grinned as he pulled Kurt to his feet.

"So to hell with the bad news. Dirt on your new shoes.

It rained all May till the month of June.

But wherever he may be."

The two boys began to dance as Kurt joined Sam in the second chorus.

"He could be money, cars, fear of the dark, your best friends or the strangers in bars.

Whoever he is, whoever he may be, one thing's for sure. You don't have to worry."

"And every day in every way, he looks the same.

And every care you used to have just seems to float away.

And every day in every way, he looks the same.

And every care you used to have just seems to float away."

Sam stopped spinning Kurt around, giving the smaller boy a little smile and brushing Kurt's immaculate bangs out of his eyes.

"To hell with the new shit and whether or not you think you fit it."

Kurt beamed and sang the chorus on his own.

"He could be money, cars, fear of the dark, your best friends or the stangers in bars.

Whoever he is, whoever he may be, one thing's for sure. You don't have to worry."

"He could be rainy days, minimum wage, a book that ends with no last page.

Whoever he is, whoever he may be. One thing's for sure."

"You don't have to worry."

As the song ended, Sam did the only logical thing he could.

He kissed Kurt.

Kurt's eyes flew open. This was his first kiss with a guy! And it was with Sam! Gaining awareness of the situation, Kurt flug his arms around the taller boy's neck as he kissed back. Wow, Sam's lips didn't taste like Brittany said boys lips tasted. He tasted kind of like potato chips, but mostly he taste like... Sam. A taste Kurt was sure to get used to.

Sam pulled back first. "Kurt, I like you." he said simply.

"Uh, I should hope so, since you made the first move." Kurt joked, trying to make light of the situation.

"Heh. Right." Sam replied. "So, um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies this weekend?"

"Wow, I'm kind of surprised."

"Why?"

"Well, there aren't many gay guys in Lima to begin with, and I kinda thought you were in the closet."

Sam chuckled. "Nope, openly bisexual. Not many guys open gays or bis in Chicago either. And certainly none as cute as you."

Kurt could feel his face flame up. "Well, aren't you sweet? So, my answer is... yes. I'd love to go to the movies with you."

Sam grinned his 1,000 watt smile. "Great! So, uh, for the time being, let's find a song."

Luka knocked on the door of the Fabrays' house. Quinn had asked the mezzo-soprano to go to her house to practice after school, since they wasn't any Glee Club that day. The woman who opened the door looked like a cross between an older Quinn and a wealthy widow on some reality show. "Hi, you must be Luka. I'm Judy, Quinn's mom. Come on in!" Mrs. Fabray-er, Judy-said. Luka smiled and accepted the invitation.

The Fabrays' house was large and well-decorated, clearly wealthy but not openly ornate. "Quinn's up in her room, upstairs and first door on the right. I'll be up with some snacks for you girls later." Judy said with a smiled Luka couldn't help but return. "Thanks Judy." she said before begining her assent to her friend's room.

"Oh hey Luka, welcome." Quinn smiled up at the copper-haired girl from her spot on her floor.

"Hey Quinn, thanks for having me over." Luka replied, sitting down next to her on the floor. "So, any ideas?"

Quinn shook her head. "No, you?" Luka shook her head. Quinn sighed, "Sorry, Lu. I've just had alot on my mind."

At that moment, Judy walked in, baring a tray of snacks. "Hi girls, dig in!" she announced, setting the tray beside them. It was overflowing. Chips, cookies, ice cream, brownies, and two Cokes.

"Wow Mom, what'd you do, rob a bake sale?" Quinn questioned.

"Aw, Quinny, you're growing girls. You need to eat and now, since you don't have Cheerios anymore, you don't have anything to worry about that weight nonsense." Judy said.

"Thanks Mom." Quinn replied with a smile that disappeared as her mom closed the door. "Snooping old woman." the blond muttered under her breath.

"Mother-daughter issues?" Luka guessed.

Quinn sighed. "It's a long story."

"I've got time." Luka told her with a pat on the other girl's shoulder, prompting Quinn to tell Luka the entire story of her sophmore year. Dating Finn, sleeping with Puck, joing Glee just to keep an eye on Finn who seemed to be into Rachel, getting pregnant, getting kicked off the Cheerios, getting kicked out of her house, moving in with Mercedes, giving birth right after their performance at Regionals and her mom telling her she had divorced Quinn's father and that she wanted Quinn to move back home, and finally, giving Beth up for adoption.

"Wow. In my sophmore year, the most eventful thing that happened to me was going to see Wicked for the first time and becoming the captain of the varsity volleyball team."

Quinn laughed before returning back to her sulky mood. "So, yeah, weird life. And the worst part? I really miss Beth. I kinda wish I could've kept her, but I'm completly ill-equipped to be a mother."

"Yeah, I totally get it. Like, giving birth gave you the maternal feelings and now you don't have a child to express them to."

"Exactly! Wait... there's a song that kinda sounds like that..." Quinn muttered thoughtfully. She stood up abruptly and went over to her CD collection and pulled out the soundtrack to the movie, Jennifer's Body.

Luka gasped. "I think I know which song you're talking about!"

Quinn grinned back at her. "Good, so let's get started."

AN: Nope, you don't get to hear Quinn and Luka's song yet! Once again, reviews are love.

Sam and Kurt were singing Whoever She Is by The Maine, with slightly modified lyrics. I don't own the song.