Are any of you in choir? I am and now I am waiting for the competition to start. Thus I am in my school library writing a chapter. Who knows what will happen to what I have written on my laptop at home. This is something I wasn't planning but Voila! Hope you enjoy it!

Honesty

Rachel Berry found herself sitting nervously in the library. Sam had demanded that they start tutoring soon because with his inabilities he would be failing in no time. Rachel was not one to disagree with A) Her belief that education came central and B) She needed the money. The silent C) was that she was just excited to see him again. Throughout the one class she was there for she felt him staring at her. Whenever she would turn to look at him she was surprised by his reaction: his eyes would remain trained on her face, smiling as two areas of red formed on his cheeks. She would smile sweetly and then turn back to Schue.

So here she sat, nervously waiting for the star quarterback while wearing a plaid skirt, a gray sweater, and black flats. Her nails tapped the table nervously. He was five minutes late. Her rule was wait ten then leave. Slowly nine ticked by as she gathered the assortment of history books and flashcards and stood to walk to the exit. Just as she was about to take her first step a voice reached her ears," Rachel wait!" Sam yelled through the library.

She turned to see him running to her. All she could do was roll her eyes. "You're late," she established.

"I'm sorry, I had football practice, it ran later than I expected," he explained.

She shook her head, "Sam I understand that you have an extracurricular so if you don't want to be here—"

He cut her off, "Rache, I want to be here," his eyes stared deep into hers, " I am just really tired from practice and coach held us back for twenty more minutes. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Rachel now felt foolish. Of course he would have a logical reason for being late. She looked down at her books, "I am sorry too. I am just serious about school. My friends have even called me the Nazi. I understand if you want a different tutor. I am sure Jesse would offer."

Sam was shocked. How could she think so negatively about herself? Slowly he reached down to pull her face up, and whispered, "Rachel, I need serious. I couldn't think of anyone else I would want to tutor me. Plus I am certain that Jesse isn't nearly as beautiful as you are."

His statement left a blush on her cheeks. He smiled to think that he produced the reaction. An idea began to percolate in his mind as he said, "I have an idea. Instead of tutoring today let's get to know one another? Hang out."

A frown formed on her forehead, "Are you sure? I mean Schue is going to push the class hard."

"Yeah. I'm positive. Let's blow this place."

She bit her lip, as if she was crossing a great mental divide and eventually said, "Okay."

That was how Sam Evans found himself walk with Rachel Berry to the campus coffee shop. For five minutes they merely moved their feet until Rachel said, "I know you play football, but what else do you do?"

Sam was jovial to see her taking interest in him, "I play baseball as well. Outside of sports I am one for video games and secretly," he signaled her to come closer as he whispered, "I cook."

A giggle escaped her lips. She than said dramatically, "Oh how horrible, a man who cooks!"

He laughed along with her, until he asked, "How about you? Is there more to your life then just school?"

"I love school, but yes there is. Here on campus I am a member of the cinema club. Outside of that I cook myself and that's about it. My life is rather simple."

Suddenly Sam whispered out, "What about dancing."

Rachel came to halt, "Dancing," she whispered to herself and turned to look at him, "It was you," she stated.

Sam nodded. All Rachel could do was stare. Here was the man who had left her slippers and had seen her at her most vulnerable moment. How long had he watched? Did he like the dancer or the person. For a week she had hoped he was the guy and yet the reality left her nervous.

"Umm…..Wow. I never expected to meet the guy."

Sam rose his eyes to meet her's, seeing the nervousness that layed in her eyes. "I never expected to meet the girl," he replied, reaching to touch her hand, he continued, "The first time I saw you I was astounded. I didn't know your name yet I knew you. I felt you heart. I had never seen anything so pure and beautiful. All I could wonder was if I would ever get the courage to talk to you. Even now I am shocked that I can."

Rachel responded, "How can you be shocked? Sam, you are the school quarterback, everyone loves you."

"Me or the façade?"

It was now Rachel who reached out to him, cradeling his jaw as she saw his own insecurity, "I can't speak for everyone else but I see someone I could fall for. That is if he could see past my façade."

Sam smiled at her, understanding her. They both wore the mask of reputation and yet both of them wanted someone who could see them as more. Someone who could see beyond talent and trade. Someone who could see their souls and hold them tenderly.

"You are more than a football player, I don't know you yet I want too."

"I want to know you too Rachel Berry."

There in the middle of the campus quad they staring at one another. It could have been described as utterly cheesy, yet for the duo it was they needed. It was raw. It was real. Sam Evans would no longer feel inferior. Rachel Berry would no longer hide her spirit away in a tower of books. Sam had found that tower and crushed it in many silent words. Rachel had reached to him and raised him to stand beside her.

It was just the beginning. No one would be able to predict what would happen next, yet both knew that there was one other person that they could trust. For both of them it felt nice. Like somewhere in the hidden spots of their souls there was someone else who could fit. Who could be there. Even if they didn't know they were looking they had found it. the something they needed for their forevers. Maybe they wouldn't be as solo as they had planned. Maybe they could share their lives. It all depended on question.

"Go out with me tomorrow night?" Sam asked.

"I'd love too," Rachel responded.

I dedicate this chapter to my best friend because she told me to write the story! 3 'Stina!

Thanks for reading everyone!-Sami