It was a new week at William McKinley High School. Sam was surprised how well he was adjusting to the new environment. He had Gleeks (he had learned this was the nickname of the Glee club members) in all of his class and ate lunch with Finn, Mercedes, Tina, and Puck. The latter was quickly becoming a good friend.

"Dude, I don't know how you dealt with it. No chicks? I would have died."

"It was just one of those things, y'know?" He decided not to add that he really had no interest in girls anyway.

Puck patted his shoulder sympathetically. "It's time to right some wrongs then. You're a football player, dude. You're a stud. You can have any girl in the school. Except for Quinn Fabray. Do not even think about that."

"Or Rachel." Finn piped up.

"No one wants Rachel." Puck admonished him.

"You did that one time."

"That's only cause she's a hot Jew, but seriously, you listen to that girl too much, your brain will start to leak out of your ears."

Sam laughed gently. The Glee club was really pretty great.

After lunch and his US History class, Sam was snagged by Mr. Schuester on his way to Glee. "Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." Schue led him to his office and shut the door behind him.

"I've heard from your Pre-Calculus teacher that you've been having some trouble in there."

It was true. Numbers had never been his strong suit. "Yeah, so?"

"If your grades continue the way they are, you can't stay in Glee. Or football for that matter. And we need you, Sam. You're good and we need twelve members for Regionals."

Sam wasn't the best at math, but even he sensed a discrepancy here. "I thought we had thirteen?"

Schue sighed deeply. "We did, until Rachel decided to send Sunshine to a crack house and we lost her to Vocal Adrenaline."

The rumors were true. Rachel really was crazy. "So what do you want me to do about it?"

"I want to suggest a tutor. I know for a fact that Kurt is already in Calculus. He could help you."

Sam pretended to consider this, already knowing his answer. It was true that he was falling behind in Calculus and Kurt really was an awesome guy. "Sure."

Schue smiled widely. "Great!" He exited out of the other door to the practice room and Sam followed.

"Okay, couple announcements: it is true that Sunshine has left us for Vocal Adrenaline. It was an unfortunate turn of events that no one could have predicted or stopped."

"Yeah, except Rachel not doing it in the first place." Santana sneered.

"Santana, that's enough. It's not Rachel's fault."

"Mr. Schue, she did send her to a crack house." Kurt pointed out.

"It wasn't active." Rachel pouted.

"Guys, that's in the past now. We have to move on. Which brings me to my next piece of news: Kurt, you will be tutoring Sam in Pre-Cal. We can't afford to have him kicked out because of his grades."

"Will do, Mr. Schue." Kurt threw a smile in Sam's direction. For some reason, Sam's stomach flipped. Maybe something at lunch hadn't sat well with him?

Sam trudged up the riser and sat beside Kurt. Schue was at the front ranting about this week's theme, exposing your true self or something. He felt a nudge at his side and looked up. "Where are you having trouble?"

"All of it." He smiled sheepishly hoping that Kurt wouldn't think he was too stupid. "I'm awesome with words, but all of the numbers mess me up. My Algebra II teacher wasn't the best."

"That's fine. We can just start at the beginning and work through. What day is best for you?"

Sam considered this. "I have football Tuesdays and Thursdays and you know when Glee is, so I guess maybe Monday or Friday would work?"

"That's fine for me. I'll text you my address later, okay?"

His heart started pounding. "Yeah, that's fine." He settled back in his seat and watched Schue. He really should go to the doctor and find out what was up with him lately.