Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: I'm going to apologize twice in this an. Once for being so late in posting this and another time for this being the last chapter. I was only planning on having this run for about three chapters so you guys squeezed two more chapters from me. I started this because I was so upset about how little screentime Puckleberry had been getting but after about two chapters of this I so desperately wanted to go back to Puckleberry. I guess this just proves that my heart really does belong to Rachel and Puck. I might throw out the occasional Sam/Rachel one-shot but I wouldn't my breath. Anyways, I've had fun doing this and I'm really surprised by all the feedback I got back from this pairing. I honestly didn't think it was going to be this popular. Thanks to everyone who had reviewed, alerted, and fav'd. I hope you like this last chapter.

Rachel rounded the corner and her step faltered when she saw the blonde boy standing by her locker. She rolled her eyes, shoving past him, and flung her books into her locker. He grabbed her wrist when she started to walk away.

"Rachel. Can we talk?" He asked.

"Why? Is Quinn too busy to let you grope her?" Rachel snapped.

"Why are you being like this?" Sam groaned. "What do you want me to say, Rach?"

"I don't want you to say anything." She jerked away from him and looked down the hall. "I want to know where the guy is that sang that duet with me; the guy that showed up at my house and told me he didn't care what Quinn thought. That's what I want, but instead I have this huge jerk standing in front of me."

"I don't know why you're so upset." He ran his hand through his hair. "Quinn is my girlfriend; not you."

"Exactly." Rachel said. "So then why are you talking to me instead of being with her?"

"I want to be friends." He told her.

"I want a lot of things but I don't get them." She shook her head and started to walk off. She turned back to Sam suddenly. "You said you were different. You said you weren't like Finn or Jesse or anybody at this school but you lied. You did the same thing Finn did. You chose Quinn. You chose popularity." Her voice was loud but she didn't care. "You are a liar, Sam, and I don't ever want to talk to you again."

"Okay, just hold on." He countered angrily. "You're acting like a jealous girlfriend. I didn't do anything wrong."

"You're right." Rachel nodded. "So when I walk off, don't follow me, don't talk to me. Just leave me alone. Do you think you can do that, Sam?" She asked.

He nodded slowly and watched as she walked off in a rush.

"What's going on?" Quinn voice appeared beside him and he jumped slightly.

"Nothing." He lied and smiled down at her.

"Wanna catch an early movie?" She asked.

"Sure." He nodded. "Your pick this time. I'll pay for the popcorn and you can buy the drinks." He led her outside to his car and helped her in.

"I noticed you've been hanging around with Rachel lately." Quinn noted as they drove towards the movie theater.

"Quinn. Please don't start with this again. I don't understand why you hate her so much." Sam groaned.

"She stole Finn from me." Quinn's eyes widened.

"Damn it, Quinn! Don't you think Finn breaking up with you had a little more to do with the fact that you were knocked up by Puckerman, his best friend?" Sam shouted.

"Sam." Quinn whispered. She had never seen him this angry.

He quickly pulled into the parking lot and turned the car off. "I'm not mad. I just don't know why you hate the idea of me being friends with Rachel."

"She's in love with you! Can't you see that?" Quinn asked.

"No, I don't. I see a sweet girl who gets humiliated everyday by you and Santana because you two think you're better than her." Sam looked over at his blonde girlfriend and it took him a few minutes to realize what he ever saw in her. It was her confidence but lately it had been slipping and he was wondering why she was so threatened by Rachel.

"Fine, if I try to be nicer to Rachel…" Quinn sighed. "If I am nicer to Rachel, can we get past this?"

"I'm not the one hung up on it." Sam got out of the car and the two made their way towards the theater. "I don't see why you see her as competition."

"I don't either." Quinn mumbled honestly. What did Rachel have that attracted all of these guys? Finn? Puck? And now Sam? It wasn't right. Quinn frowned as Sam bought the tickets and she tried to think of a way to pull Rachel back to reality. Quinn needed to show the freak that she belonged at the bottom of the food chain.

Rachel was making her way into the cafeteria the next day and when she walked in she was surprised when Santana and Brittany both walked up to her.

"You can sit with us today." Santana smiled.

"I like your… hair." Brittany commented as the two girls led Rachel towards a table in the center of the room where the Cheerio's usually sat.

"I'm perfectly fine sitting at my normal table by myself." Rachel said but Santana gripped Rachel's elbow tighter.

"Nonsense." Santana shook her head. "Quinn insisted that you sit at our table."

"Quinn?" Rachel was starting to get suspicious. "Can I at least get something to eat first?"

"Oh, we don't eat at our table." Brittany told her.

"Then what do you do?" Rachel looked around when she was forced into a hard plastic chair.

"We usually just gossip about everybody." Brittany nodded. "It's pretty fun."

"And since you're sitting here you'll get to join in." Santana said.

"I don't know…" Rachel was a little wary of this whole situation.

Rachel shifted nervously in her chair with Brittany and Santana on either side of her. She looked around and the whole table was laughing and talking about nothing in particular. It wasn't until she heard Santana and Brittany scoot away that she knew something was up. She didn't have time to move or even realize what was happening before feeling the liquid splatter onto her head and drip down her body. It wasn't slushy this time and for once Rachel had wished it was.

She jumped from her chair, her mouth agape, as the red liquid oozed down her face and arms.

"I told you to stay away from Sam." Quinn laughed holding a large five gallon bucket, now empty. "You'll just have to learn to stay in your place, RuPaul. I told you I'd make your life hell."

"What is your problem?" Sam walked over to the table to Rachel covered in some kind of red, sticky goo and Quinn was laughing hysterically. "Quinn? Did you do this?"

"She was asking for it!" Quinn laughed harder when she saw the tears spring up in Rachel's eyes.

Rachel shoved past the blonde girl, and ran from the cafeteria escaping the laughter that echoed around her. She couldn't believe this was happening. Why did Quinn hate her so much? She leaned over the sink in the girl's bathroom and cried as she tried to get the gunk out of her hair. It wasn't working too well. The liquid, whatever it was, was covering basically her entire body. Her clothes clung to her body and when she looked in the mirror she couldn't help but think of the movie Carrie. She hated that movie because for some reason Rachel could actually relate to the girl in the movie. Rachel understood why the girl had killed all of those students and it made Rachel want to throw up.

"You okay?" Sam's voice came from behind her and she froze.

"Go away, Sam." Rachel hissed. "Don't you think you've done enough? If you had left me alone the first time I asked Quinn would never had done this."

"I broke up with her." Sam told her simply. "I'm really sorry, Rachel."

"You broke up with her?" Rachel turned towards him. "Why would you do that?"

"It might have something to do with the fact that she's a total bitch. I can't believe she would do that to you." He took a stepped towards the sink and Rachel. "But mostly because I'm kind of interested in someone else."

"You are?" Rachel blushed. "Does this girl know that you like her?"

"I think she does." Sam smiled.

"I do too." Rachel grinned.

"Here… I'll help you get this crap out of your hair." He pulled a chair over for her. "I bet you're wishing this was slushy right about now." He chuckled.

"I can't believe you're laughing at me." She pouted and leaned her head back on the sink as he turned the water on. "This is not funny, Sam Evans."

"It kind of is." He laughed harder when she glared up at him.

"Well, I'm happy you find my humiliation so amusing." She grumbled. "I don't think I'll ever be able look anybody out there in the eye again."

"They were right about you, you know. You really are a drama queen." Sam told her. "I really don't think this is as bad as you think it is."

Rachel rolled her eyes and watched Sam as he worked through her hair with the warm water.

"You have soft hair." He noted absently.

"Thank you." She tried not to blush but failed miserably.

"This is a really crappy first date." He smiled and locked eyes with her.

"First date?" She asked and raised an eyebrow.

"I always pictured our first date at some restaurant and you'd laugh at my impersonations or something... so washing gunk out of your hair in a girls' bathroom is kind of sad." Sam told her.

"I guess you'll just have to try really hard to make up for it on our second date." Rachel bit into her bottom lip to keep from smiling too big.

Sam chuckled. "I guess I will."

A/N: I know what you're thinking: Crappiest ending ever! I know. I'm really disappointed in it as well and I really, really tried to get into the Sam and Rachel pairing but after writing this I've realized I just can't write anything that's not Puckleberry related. So I hope you don't completely hate me but I'll understand if you feel the need to throw things at me. If you're into Puckleberry - and I don't know how anybody couldn't love Puck/Rachel - you should definitely read my other fics.