I walk quickly down the hall, shoving the paper into my bag. I try to find Rachel, but she's nowhere in sight. Where did she go? There's a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see a super cute boy, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and big, cute lips. I just stare at him, so he says, "Hey, I'm Sam. I'm new here, I'm a sophomore. I was wondering if you could tell me the way to English?"
I take a breath and calm myself. It's just a boy. A totally cute, nice boy who's actually talking to me! Well, because he's new and probably doesn't know who I am. "Uh, sure, that's my next class."
He smiles and follows me down the hallway to our class. Rachel is sitting there, and grins when she sees me. Her eyes flash to Sam, and grow very big. I go and sit down next to her, and Sam sits next to me. "Sam, this is my best friend, Rachel," I tell him.
"Hey, Rachel," he says nicely. Then he looks back at me. "And that's cool, except I don't even know your name yet."
"Oh," I say in embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm Quinn." I giggle nervously.
"A name as cute as that laugh," he says. I feel my cheeks get red. Why is this kid even talking to me, much less complimenting me?
Just then, Santana walks in, followed by Brittany, as usual. She looks over to me and sees Sam. Her eyes scan him up and down and a smirk flashes across her face. Sam sees this and, to mine and Santana's astonishment, just looks away. Santana's eyes narrow and she stalks to her seat. I swivel around to Rachel and whisper, "Did you see that?"
Rachel nods. "Bet she's pissed," Rach says with a smile. I nod.
Sam taps my shoulder and I turn back to face him. "Yeah?"
"Who was that?" he asks.
"Santana Lopez. Pretty much the most popular girl at school, and will probably be captain of the Cheerios this year. And definitely not happy you didn't show interest in her," I add, to see what he actually thinks of her.
He shrugs. "She looks like a bitch to me."
I look forward because the teacher is walking in, and also to hide the smile that covers my face.
* * *
I didn't see Sam the rest of the day. Now Rachel and I are headed down to the choir room for Glee Club tryouts. That's when I remember about Cheerios tryouts. I stop and drag Rachel to a stop with me. "What?" she says.
"I totally forgot to tell you!" I get out the piece of paper and hand it to her.
She reads it and her jaw drops. "A Cheery Hoes tryout?" she gasps. "I can't believe it!"
"I know! That's what Santana wanted to talk to me about this morning," I explain.
Rachel frowns. "You don't think it's some kind of nasty prank, do you?"
I shrug. "With Santana, you never know."
"Well what are you gonna go?"
I just shrug and we stay silent as we begin to walk towards the choir room again. Right when we get to the door, Rachel says, "I think you should."
And before I can say anything else, the Spanish teacher, Mr. Shuester, begins ushering us in. "So glad to see you all here!" He shoos us into seats. Besides me and Rachel, the people here are Tina Cohen-Chang, Artie Abrams, Mercedes Jones, and Kurt Hummel. "I will be the Glee Club teacher this year," Mr. Shue goes on, "and this looks like a very promising group!" I look down awkwardly. "Well, is everyone here?"
"Wait! I'm here!" a voice calls from the door.
I look up and see a very familiar face. "Sam?"
