Hey guys! Sorry, it's been a few days, I went on holiday and my laptop crashed, and I was therefore not very happy. ANYWAY. Thank you so much for all of the story alerts! Would very much appreciate your reviews, but whatever. If you don't do it now then you should be getting a PM from me asking you what you think anyway :D

Now, we're going to meet Sam Evans. He's not all sweet and cuddly and dorky for reasons, so don't complain about misleading characterisation. Please enjoy :D As usual I don't own Glee. Blah blah...

You guys who are reading and enjoying- you're all kindsa crazy awesome.

Chapter 4.

Friday 25th April.

A week passed, and I ended up taking Kurt's advise.

I've been Gleeked. I totally joined the Glee Club, and was also bribed onto the Cheerio's. Look, they had Mini Eggs, what was I supposed to do?

I got told it would help with the slushy situation, and so I quickly accepted. Slushy's are awful. Honest to God. It's like having a constant brain freeze all over your face. I pick being thrown into the air over ice cold slushy facials any day.

There's just one Gleek I have yet to meet; Sam Evans.

He's been away due to an injured shoulder or something, but he's back today for the game.

7:00 p.m.

Half an hour until kick off.

I'm observing my new reflection in the Girl's Gym mirror: I rock the Cheerio's uniform. That's when I hear:

"Ugh, Whore,"

Lovely. I know who it is before I even turn around. Of course I find myself staring into the cold eyes of the one; Santana Bitch-Till-I-Die Lopez.

"Leave it out Satan,"

"You're just jealous. You know I'd kick your ass, Barbie,"

I grimace at the nick name.

"Jealous? Of what? Kick my ass for what?" I ask, frowning, annoyed.

"We all know yous be getting on my man,"

"For the last time San, he's not yours," I hear Quinn's voice plucking the words right out of my head.

"What the hell ever. You know I'm right," she shrugs, going down to do her stretches.

"You know what Santana? You really-" I jump up to go for her, when Quinn puts her arms around me forcefully, restraining my temptation to go over there and slap her, and also cutting me off mid-sentence.

"I really what?" Santana gets up, "Piss you off?" she puts her mouth right near mine, so I can feel her breath, "I know. It's kind of my thing," she smirks, and prances off.

I shriek in annoyance, and then put my arms around Quinn, who strokes my hair.

"Cool it, Annie,"

"I'm sorry; she just makes me so freaking cranky,"

"I know, she makes everybody cranky,"

She kisses my head as I drop my arms, and tell her that I'll meet her out on the field in 15 minutes.

I like Quinn. She's really shown me the ropes.

"You know what I'm getting really fucking sick of that girl and her stupid little taunts!" I say, slamming my way into the boy's locker room.

"What'd Santana do this time?" Finn asks, carefully strapping on his gear.

"Oh, yous be totally after my man," I mimic, throwing myself down on the floor and leaning back against the wall.

"She's like that with anyone who even looks at Puck. Even Kurt." He frowns.

"You called for the God?" Puck appears in his boxers.

"No, just you," I give him a brief, sarcastic smile.

And that's when I hear my name from a couple of lockers down.

Casting Puck a 'what the hell' glance, I get up and creep round, until I find my three culprits.

"I hear she's hot. She's on the Cheerio's" one says, while another declares: "Then Puckerman's definitely got a thing for her," and I blush.

The fact that Santana is constantly breathing down my neck is just one good reason to stay away from any sort of relationship with Noah. Another one is the fact that the guy is a complete player, who strongly believes he is indestructible since he wears a letterman jacket and stole an ATM. Even if it was funny.

"While you two continue gossiping like old women, I'll be seeing her on Monday," I hear the voice coming from the back of a blonde head.

He has a sexy voice. Like an 'Oh my God, I need to clamp my mouth shut else I'm going to drop several low notes' voice. That's how sexy it is.

"How come?" one asks in shock.

"One of the perks of Glee Club, Olli," he pats his team mate on the shoulder as I realise with a jolt who it is.

"She's in Glee Club?" the other guy who isn't Olli questions in shock, then turns back to his locker, and mutters "Damn,"

This must be Blonde dude whom I saw not-so-clearly before. The one with the stupid pick up line. Damn it I wish he would turn around.

"Will Sam Evans be turning his swag on?" Olli asks, nudging Blonde dude.

So, I think to myself, this is the Sam Evans. The Glee Clubs Beiber/Hot shot Quarter-Back of the school.

"Please Curley," Sam says, as if exasperated, "Sam Evans's swag is never off,"

"So, you reckon you could pick up this Annie girl?"

"Maybe," Sam shrugs confidently, "But I need to check out the scenery. You don't buy the candy without tasting it first,"

"You don't?" the jocks ask in unison.

Sam shakes his head, "No,"

"You know, I heard that her middle name is Fliss, which I think is pretty hot," Olli reveals to his team mates excitedly.

"What sort of candy d'ya think this Annie Fliss chick is?"

Sam stops, obviously thinking.

Well, I can only see his back. And quite nice it is too. I mean, as far as backs go, his is pretty sexy.

"You know what Fliss reminds me of? Candy Floss. All sweet and soft and pink and melt in your mouth,"

And this is when I choose to intervene, interrupting the stupid laugher of Olli and Curley.

"Hmm, I'm gonna have to disagree with you on that one," I tilt my head to the side as I come round the corner into full view, and lean my foot against the lockers opposite them. The all rotate their bodies to face me, mouths on the floor. "I'd say I was more of a...gobstopper," I whisper seductively, making my lips pop. I go up to Sam, using just one manicured finger to lock the boys mouth shut, and then wink, pleased with the reaction I get. Then I turn on my heel and walk away, out of sight but definitely not out of mind, hips swinging the whole way.

When I get back to Finn and Puck I have to catch my breath. Sam Evans = Blonde Dude. Blonde Dude up close = serious butterflies and tingles in places where there should not be butterflies and tingles. He is really hot! The body of an Adonis. His eyes are green-ocean blue. The ones you can fall into. And that mouth... Jeez. To walk away was all I could do to stop myself from accidentally slipping and falling onto his lips.

Back to the situation in hand, I smack both guys on the padded shoulders.

"Guys! Why didn't you tell me that Sam Evans is a blonde haired, blue eyed God with the body of a Greek Adonis?" I scream in a whisper, my stomach still doing back flips.

"Sorry, It must've slipped my mind," Finn widens his eyes as he's tying up his shoes.

"Besides, he's not that great to look at," Puck shrugs.

"Yeah, try telling that to my brain. And the evidence,"

"What evidence?" Puck demands.

"I've been at this school for two weeks. Do you know the name that's been eating away at my ears for that amount of time? The female student body have Sam Evans programmed into their system, I swear it. Whether it's swooning or gossiping, it's all about him," I point out.

"She has a point..." Finn says hesitantly, looking slightly bummed.

"No dude! Don't go over to the dark side! You're just pissed off because you have to share the Quarter-Back spot with him,"

Then they start nagging at each other like 7 year olds, while I stop my brain (which is currently on fast forward) and think things through.

Sure, this Sam guy is the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen in person, but he doesn't need to know that. I remember that I am basically locker room talk, and this gorgeous hunky Sam thinks that he can click his fingers, and I'll land in his lap. I wonder if he has nice hands. Like, muscular and big and what not. Obviously not crazy big, because that would just be creepy, but-

STOP. My thoughts screech to a halt, like a train. Well, in my head they do.

I've been doing an awful lot of over-thinking lately, and it's really annoying. I just zone out and babble on about crap. But it's not even out loud; it's in my head, so everyone just thinks I'm weird.

ANYWAY, Sam is on the football team. He's a jock, and every last one of them is a sucker for the tease. Example 1:

"Guys on the football team are a sucker for the tease right?"

It's something about their 'player-ness'. Don't ask me, my head and boys are confusing enough as it is. Put them both together and you'd end up with a powerful mystifying machine called 'The Bamboozler'.

"Pfft, no. We don't go to the chicks. We're studs. The women come to us. Right Finn?" Puck smacks Finn's shoulder, encouraging him to spur on the bullshit he's spewing.

"Erm...y-yeah," Finn stutters, clearly confused. Mind you, it doesn't take a lot. You ask him a question like that on the spot, and he looks like a rabbit caught in headlights. It's funny because he makes it so obvious that he's inside his own head, and not listening to a word outside of it.

Sound familiar? Um...

"Mmhm," I give them a 'yeah, if you say so' look. The one which Blaine and I exchange quite a lot.

Example number 2:

I put my white tennis shoe high on the wall, and stretch up.

"What uh," Finn clears his throat, "What are you doing?"

"Stretching,"

I pause, then twist my head a little so as I can see the two boys.

"Hey Finn?"

He answers immediately, "Yes?"

"Could you help me, please?" I ask innocently, and he comes over.

I place one of his hands on the underside of the thigh which is stretched up, and his other hand on my low waist. Then, throwing Puck a cheeky wink, presume my original position; both hands on my foot placed on the wall above me and forehead resting on my bare shin.

And that's when Sam and the two other jocks decide to make an appearance. He looks HOT (A/N; look, just the underline wouldn't do it. It had to be in capitals too) with those big shoulder pads. Mmmmmm...

"What's going on in here lads?" the one called Curley questions, while Sam just folds his arms.

"Finn is just helping me stretch is all," I smile, and raise an eyebrow especially aimed in Sam's direction.

"You do look very...flexible," he comments suggestively, his eyebrow arching right back.

"I used be a gymnast," I shrug.

"I see,"

"Yes, you will. But another time. I've heard that gymnasts are hard to please. Is the star Quarter-Back much of an entertainer?" I inquire, pushing my chest out to stretch my shoulders.

"Oh, he is. He could keep you entertained for hours,"

I chuckle softly at the seductive smirk which is playing around that gorgeous pouty mouth.

'I bet you could' I think to myself but don't say out loud.

There is one thing I can tell you about this boy:

He's the shit, and he knows it. And he also knows that everyone else knows it too. He's a man-whore, and thinks that he can get anyone. Which he probably can. But that is most definitely not the point. The point is that he can't get me. He just assumes he can. But he can't. Not unless I let him. Which I won't.

Not yet anyway.

"Don't you boys have a game to get too?" I ask, dancing out the door, but just stopping to grin at their faces on the way out.

Sam's mouth is curled up into a smile, Puck's looking very amused, Finn's mouth is hanging open in shock, and Olli and Curley just look awkward. I have to leave, giving them one last wink, before running out onto the felid, unable to contain the laughter. It's so weird. I'm not normally like this; all badass and flirty, but it's just something about this Sam guy. It's like an adrenaline rush or something.

Tuesday 30th April.

11:05 a.m.

Break/Beginning of a free period.

I get too Glee, arm in arm with Finn. There is a huge kerfuffle.

'Then again, this is Glee. When isn't there a huge kerfuffle?' I think to myself with a sigh.

isn't here.

"What the hell in going on?" I try to shout, unlinking my arm from Finn's. That doesn't work, so I go for attempt two. I walk up to the front, whistle loudly, and lift up my top, exposing my very nice pink and black lace bra, and its contents. It has effect; almost immediately everyone falls silent, and is staring towards the front.

I vaguely hear Santana mumble 'Slut', but I pretend that couldn't care less.

"Okay," I pull my top back down, "now will someone kindly tell me what's going on?"

"Rachel was going to have a party for Glee, because her Dad's have gone away, and then Santana hitch hiked her idea," Mercedes offers me.

"Then the party is obviously Rachel's," I shrug, frowning, and annoyed. Seriously, how hard can it be?

"It was my idea first!" Rachel starts again, glaring at the Latina.

"Please hobbit, your idea of a party is playing Twister and Just Dance, with jelly and ice cream," Santana retaliates, and the room falls quiet.

Rachel looks seriously uncomfortable. That obviously is her idea of a party.

"Well...I happen to like Twister," Finn says helpfully, still standing in the doorway.

"And I love ice cream," Britany adds, smiling sweetly.

"And I'm awesome at Just Dance," Mike pitches in.

And that's when I spot Sam. And my heart skips about 3 beats. And he's wearing a dark blue check shirt.

"But I'm obviously kick ass at both," he grins, aiming it at me.

"Obviously," I place a hand on my hip, as if unimpressed.

"Oh Hell no, not you as well Sam," Santana throws me the filthiest look ever, and crosses her arms in Sam's direction.

"Well then it's decided," Mercedes announces, "The Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza is officially ago,"

"Mine. Saturday. 8:30," Rachel rubs it in Santana's face.

I'm waiting for the girl to get up and slap Rachel. Scream at her. Something. But instead, she just sits there looking as if she's sucked a lemon. The feisty cheerleader always falls short of my expectations when it comes to the actual fight i.e. there never is one.

"Guys!" 's voice sounds from behind, so I head towards the rows of seats.

Sam points to the chair that's vacant next to him mockingly because he's definitely expecting the sarcastically narrowed eyes which I throw at him while taking a seat next to Quinn and Tina.

I giggle when Finn takes the space next to Sam. That must be awkward after Friday.

"Groups!" smiles, "Of 3,"

"Right," Finn nods, urging more details.

"Performing on Friday! Go, impress me!" and that is quite literally all we get.

For 15 minutes we all sit and discuss civilly (10 minutes of screaming over each other) who will be going in groups with who.

Finally we decide on: Sam, Artie, and Britany; Mike, Tina, and Puck; Finn, Santana and Mercedes; Me, Quinn and Rachel.

"I have an idea," I say as we head to our corner, before Rachel gets the chance to get in there first with a Broadway Musical number. Don't get me wrong, Broadway and Musicals are great. But this has the potential to be really fun, and somehow I don't think that 'Singing in the Rain' etc, is going to cut it.

"Shoot," Quinn smiles.

"I think we should do a modern number. Maybe throw in some dancing and-"

"I disagree," Rachel butts in almost immediately, just as I knew she would.

"Rachel! I just defended you up there. You get your party; I get my song, capeiche?" I say in the strongest voice I have possible.

She takes a deep breath, and I can almost see the thoughts.

'Give it a chance Rachel. She's right, you get your party, and maybe you can lay low just this once. Modern can be fun. And you don't want to be working with them if they hate you. Glee Club is acceptance, and I don't want to be like Santana.' Rachel thinks to herself. 'Remember what happened with Sunshine?' She shudders at the memory. 'Everyone hated you, even more than they did before, which you didn't think was possible. There's not a lot you can do about Quinn, but Annie is new, and maybe she won't hate you on instinct like everyone else. It's a long shot, but don't jeopardise any chance you might have'.

Rachel takes a deep breath then says "Only if Quinn agrees," stiffly.

"Who's That Chick by Rihanna," I study Quinn's reaction, "It would be really fun. We could get all dressed up and stuff. Fun?"

Jeez, I'd be a crap sales person. My on the spot vocabulary is that of a 5 year old child.

"Done," Quinn winks.

From Rachel's expression she was totally banking on Quinn saying no.

Quinn knows that too.

Wednesday 1st May

keeps me behind at lunch, after Spanish. I try to avoid because I'm probably failing it, but whatever. I've never been good at languages.

However, it's to talk about Glee. He leans against the table and pats the space next to him. I hoist myself onto the desk.

"Annie, I know I'm a teacher and all, but I feel as if I don't know you very well, and in Glee, it's important that everyone knows a bit about each member. I know you probably think this is really weird and everything, but I hope that you think of me not just as a teacher but as a friend,"

I don't think it's weird. Not really. I mean, it's never happened before, but I do see the guy every day. I guess it's actually quite nice that he wants to know a bit more about me. Not a lot of people know anything about me. Puck. Kurt. Quinn.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Will Schuster," he grins, and holds his hand out.

I laugh, and shake it. "Annie Fliss Fredricks,"

"Nice to meet you Annie,"

"You too Will,"

"Don't make a habit of that," he warns me, "At least, not in front of any other students,"

I laugh.

"Well, I'm pretty normal. I live with my Dad, step mom and her son, Blaine. The one which is friends with Kurt," I inform him, "I promise we don't go home and trade Glee Club secrets or anything," I assure the teacher.

"Glad to hear it," he wipes his brow, "You're actually just what this Club needed,"

I look at him, confused.

"You just sort of...know how to deal with people. Like, Santana and Rachel,"

"They just need to be knocked down a peg or two," I shrug.

"They all like you, you know?" he smiles at me.

I find myself smiling, which is crazy.

When I was preparing to come to McKinley I told myself over and over that I didn't care if people liked me, or if they didn't. Either way, it wouldn't make a difference. And that was a big fat lie, even if I only told it to myself. Now, I find myself happy and blushing at the fact that people really seem to enjoy my company. That didn't happen a lot back in LA. My friends were two faced, and spent their lives bitching about everyone. Still, they were popular, and fun to party with, and they got us into all the right places. But there are people here who actually like me. I'm myself here. Not bitchy exterior Fliss.

"Especially Puckerman. And Sam," he interrupts my thoughts with a twinkle in his eye.

"Yeah, they're a little bit obsessed with me," I joke, then turn serious, "No, I'm the new girl. I get it," I shrug.

"How do you feel about solo's?" he questions after a minute.

I tilt my head to the side.

"Awesome. Why? Are we doing them soon?"

"Then it's settled. In a couple of weeks, solo's it is. Go get lunch," he pats my shoulder and I hop down off the desk.

"Oh, and Annie," I stop at the doorway, "At least pretend to be paying attention to my Spanish. I know that the back of Sam's head is very interesting. The blondeness fascinates me too. But just try to be less distracted with him in the near future,"

I blush, embarrassed that I'd been caught.

"I can't promise anything," I grin, and exit the classroom, heading straight to my locker.

On the inside of the door is a picture of me, Blaine, and Kurt, and me and Quinn.

Suddenly there's a loud 'beeping' noise. I ignore, as it becomes louder and faster until it sounds like it's behind me, so I turn around, and Sam's in my face.

"Sorry about that. My kiss ass radar started going off," he smirks.

"Probably because it's attached to you,"

"Ouch, besides, I'm not the one who just stayed behind to have a nice friendly chat with ,"

"You've really resulted to stalking now?" I turn on my heel and walk down the hall, past all the buzzing students.

He follows me.

"I was in your class Annie, Jeez, I'm not that much of a creep," he puts an arm around my shoulders.

"Oh, you are. I think that you're just maybe a little bit deluded," I reply, although I don't shake him off. His arm around me feels kind of nice, so just for the moment, I let him steer me to the cafeteria.

"Now don't you feel special?" he asks.

"And why would that be?"

"Look around," he gestures as we walk to the lunch line, "You walk to lunch with the Quarter-Back on your arm, instantly you're more popular than you were yesterday,"

I turn to face him, his arm sliding off my shoulders.

"I think," I stroke the loose bits of blonde fringe out of his eyes, "That someone has taken too many footballs to the head,"

He shrugs.

"It's the high school food chain Annie. We're in Glee; we have to do whatever we can to stay on top, especially with that handicap. I'm just telling you how it is,"

"Sure you are. And I'm just telling you that you're a stuck up, stereotypical asshole. Just another typical jock. Seriously, I'm not obsessed with popularity, and even if I was, I'm a Cheerio, and I wouldn't need yours," and with that I turn and walk away to find Puck.

'Good one Evans' Sam thinks to himself as he watches her walk away. He slumps against the wall. All of that popularity crap would've worked with any other girl except her. And Santana. She doesn't buy any of the shit he's selling and it confuses him. She genuinely believes that he's an asshole. He needs not necessarily another plan, but a different angle...

Puck's pretty easy to find; at a table with Finn, Artie, and Mike, one arm slung around a pretty brunette Cheerio. I'm the only one who has refused to wear the Cheerio's uniform every day.

I hated having to wear uniform in my old school, so it's total bliss to wear my own clothes, and I will not be going back to my uniform wearing ways anytime soon.

Sue made a deal with me: I'm her runner/messenger, and I only have to wear the Cheerio's outfit for games and practise.

Practise is on Monday, Wednesday and Friday after Glee, which usually ends at about 4:30.

I sit down between Finn and Artie.

"You Blondie," Puck nods his head to me.

Oh my Jeez, we haven't actually started the head nodding thing have we?

"This is Genie," he now nods to the girl he has his arm draped around.

Evidentially yes, the head nodding has officially begun.

The girl smiles. She takes on the manor of someone shy.

"Hey, I'm Annie," I smile back.

"I know who you are. New girl, Cheerio. I have Sam Evans and Puck and a whole lot of other jocks in my class. Yeah, boys gossip too. Anyway, in a nutshell, I know who you are,"

I look at her as if to say 'Yeah, right,"

"It's true," Artie backs her up.

Finn nods. "It is true,"

I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"They only want me for some ass. That all guys on the football team ever want from a girl,"

"That's true," Puck nods.

We all look at him.

"What?" he shrugs.

His new 'piece of ass' doesn't seem to notice.