That's the guy?"
Santana raises an eyebrow while having her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the locker beside Rachel's, her eyes trained towards a boy with a mop of blonde hair.
The shorter brunette hums, "That is indeed Samuel."
"No, don't start with that. He's new, he's gonna be self-conscious enough as it is, don't go around calling him Samuel."
Rachel huffs and closes her locker, "That's his name Santana."
The Cheerio smirks and shrugs, "Alright fine call him what you want then. Let's get this over with. Someone's gotta tell him the Bieber hair is out."
The two make their way towards the boy, Rachel with a disarming smile and Santana with what one would call a bored yet amiable look, "Hello, it's come to our attention that you're new here. My name is Rachel Berry, and this is Santana Lopez."
Sam looks away from his locker and smiles nervously at the both of them, especially once he notices the cheerleading uniform on Santana, "Hey there. Yeah, I just transferred. The name is Sam. Sam I am. And no, I don't like green eggs and ham."
Santana can't help the snort, but bites her lip to stop from laughing out loud, and thankfully Sam doesn't hear her, but Rachel does and the quick discreet jab to Santana's ribs tells her it wasn't appreciated.
Rachel chuckles and her eyes light up, "Nice to meet you Samuel! And guess what? I don't eat green eggs and ham either, I'm vegan. Walk with us."
Rachel doesn't really give him much of a choice, and Sam quickly shuts the locker and walks in between the two brunettes, not entirely sure where they're going but not about to complain.
"Santana and I are both in a club together. I'm in glee, and although it may come as a surprise since some people may think glee is for losers, Santana is in glee as well, and as you can most definitely see, she's also a cheerleader and most definitely not a loser."
The blonde nods his head slowly as he looks Santana from her gym shoes to her high ponytail and nods his head, "Definitely not a loser."
The taller brunette raises an eyebrow and folds her arms, giving a none verbal warning and surprisingly he takes heed of it and goes back to looking at Rachel adding, "You don't seem to be a loser to me either though...Rachel?"
The tinier brunette smiles up at him kindly, "Thank you, it means a lot, but the rest of the school seems to think so, or well used to at least. It's much less now than it used to be."
They have made their way to the cafeteria and through the line and have their food and as they walk towards their table Sam stumbles slightly, "You-you're letting me sit with you guys?"
Again Santana's eyebrow is in place, but Rachel is the one to answer, giving him a slightly confused look, "Of course! We're friends now...At least I mean...if you want?"
Sam gives them both big smiles and nods his head enthusiastically, "Yeah of course! I just. I thought I'd have to have lunch in like a bathroom stall or something. I didn't think anyone would let me sit with them."
Santana smirks and discreetly pokes Rachel playfully, "That's cuz Hobbes is a good person. Personally I may have let you suffer just a little bit, but only cuz I think it builds character. That could also be coach Sylvester's training though. Whatever. Point is. You in or not?"
Sam nods and they continue to the table. Once there Rachel clears her throat and gains everyone's attention, "Everybody this is Sam, Sam this is...well everybody." She smiles at him reassuringly and makes the introductions, "The blue-eyed blonde sitting next to Santana is Brittany also a cheerleader, absolutely the best female dancer in the history of dance. Ever. No competition. She's also pretty much the sweetest person you'll ever have the good fortune to meet." Brittany grins and blows her a kiss, and waves at Sam happily, which the boy happily returns.
