Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor anything to do with it. I just like to play with the storyline.

Rachel got halfway down the hall before she heard somebody following her. She stopped, but didn't bother turning around.

"Rach?"

"Go away Sammy, you don't need to see me like this," she whispered.

"Rachel, please. Talk to me. You don't need to be alone," he finished the remaining steps to her and gently rested his hand on her arm. Hesitantly, he turned her toward him. Her face had a stony look to it. Cold and unfeeling, it really unnerved him.

"Sam," he flinched from the tone of her voice, also the use of his regular name and not his nickname from her. "Please, just leave me alone right now. I thank you for coming to see if I am alright, but I really need to be going now. I will see you tomorrow," she pulled out of his grasp and stormed down the hall in the direction she had been going.

Sam watched as Rachel walked out of the doors at the end of the hall, the slamming sound echoing through the halls. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to hurt Finn Hudson. He didn't deserve somebody as kick ass as Rachel. But, he really wanted to know what had happened in New York that had changed the diva in such a drastic manner over the summer vacation.

Rachel was fuming. How dare Hudson think he could be with her after what happened! He thinks after what he did he can just waltz right back into her life as if he hadn't done that? Well screw him! Oh wait, that slut bag already did!

Lost in the haze of her anger, she didn't even realize she had made her way toward the Evan's household. She looked around and noticed Sam's car there, but only his. Slowly, she walked to the front door and knocked. After a few seconds, he opened the door with a shocked look on his face.

"R-Rach? What are you doing here?" he stuttered out. The last he had seen, she was in no mood to talk with anybody. Especially him for some reason.

"I didn't realize where I was going until I got here. I guess subconsciously I came here to apologize for my behavior earlier. Can I come in Sammy?"she asked him, biting her bottom lip nervously.

He nodded eagerly, letting her in past him. He shut the door and turned around to see her standing in the middle of his living room, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

"Do you… want anything?" he asked, unsure of what to do.

"No, thank you. Can we talk?"

"Uh, sure. Take a seat," Sam, no girl ever says "Can we talk" unless something is fucked up.

He sat in the armchair across from her place on the couch. They were both quiet for fifteen minutes, so when she spoke, he jumped a bit. Not that he would ever admit that.

"I guess you want to know what I was so pissed off about earlier?" she asked him.

"Uh yeah, sure. You don't have to tell me if you don't wanna though Rach," he assured her.

Rachel took a deep breath and looked down at the floor in front of her.

"Sammy, look. I'm not the same anymore. Things have changed. I've changed. When you look at me, do you still see Rachel Berry the resident diva? Loud mouth, demanding and all around brat?" She waited for his answer, her nerves on end.

Sam just looked at Rachel, really looked at her. True, he did still picture Rachel as an annoying brat, but her outside appearance did indeed change. Gone were those animal sweaters that he secretly found cute on her tiny frame. Gone were the pleated skirts that definitely showed off her long as hell legs. Her sleek and long brown hair was gone as well. Now in its place was slightly shorter bright multicolored hair. Her face held many piercings along with the rest of her body. Her wardrobe looked like something a girl version of what Puck would wear too. Ew, what the fuck man? Shaking his head, he focused back on her face.

"No Rachel. I know you've changed. Sure, I like the new you. Who doesn't? But what caused this? What happened that made you do such a drastic change? Everything about you is different. From what I knew last year, you prided yourself on keeping your virginity until you were twenty five and you wouldn't even give Broadway up if you had a deadly illness," he paused. He had caught a flash of something in her eyes. Nervousness. "Rachel… What happened?" He demanded, striding over to her and taking her hands in his.

Rachel abruptly stood, pushing Sam away as gently as she could. She couldn't talk about it yet. It was still too fresh with her. "Sammy… I- I can't tell you yet. I will, just give me time. Please," she pleaded with him.

Sam, noticing how much the topic was making Rachel upset agreed. "Okay. Just take your time, but I am here to listen Rach. I care about you, I want to be there for you," he whispered to her.

She nodded, knowing he spoke the truth. "Can we do something? Go somewhere? I need to get my mind on something else."

"Yeah, I think I know of something we can do," he grinned, gripping her hand and pulled her with him. He grabbed his keys and rushed them out to his truck before heading off.

A/N: Errrm… yeah I know it's short. And taken a while. The past two weekends I've had to go to weddings and then work all week all day. The next chapter will explain what is going on. Don't worry, Rachel won't be dying. This is just part of the story that came to me while writing this chapter.

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