A/N: Before you begin, I started this story before we knew much about Sam. There are certain aspects to him that are completely my own, but I have tried to keep him true to the canon!Sam. Also, short chapters are short. I am sorry about that. And any questions that you might have, just drop me a review or send me a message and I will be happy to answer them. Flames keep Sam warm in Narnia, but they keep him in there longer, so I suggest you don't try it.

Broad Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of these characters. I partly own the ridiculous situations they end up in, but that's it.

Taking in the entrance of William McKinley High School, Sam Evans was not impressed. This was nothing like his old school back in Nashville. The exterior looked antiquated compared to the sleek modern look he was used to. He sighed deeply. Why did his Dad have to transfer now in his junior year?

He trudged up the steps, not wanting to face his new classmates. He could already hear the whispers behind his back. He wasn't a freak, he promised. He was just a new kid. Sam kept his head down and tugged on his blue and yellow letterman jacket, using it to disappear. Not paying attention, he ran directly into someone.

"Crap, I'm so sorry!" He looked up apologetically at the face of a woman with short blonde hair and a sneer.

"Hey, watch where you're going, Fishlips. Other people are walking here."

Was she kidding or something? "Why weren't you watching where you were going?"

The woman had the gall to look affronted. "I'm Sue Sylvester. Since I don't recognize you, Fishlips, I'm going to assume that you're new and that's the only reason that you're still breathing for asking such a pointless question. Everyone else is cowering."

Sam peered around her. Sure enough, most of the students around were pressed against the lockers and looking at him with a face full of pure wonder. "I don't scare easily."

He felt a hand on his forearm and a soft voice from behind his left ear. "You'll have to forgive my friend, Coach Sylvester. He's new."

Sue focused her attention on the new voice. "No issue, ladyface. Just tell your boy to watch his back. And be at Cheerios practice. We're retooling last year's Madonna number since your compadre turned her ungrateful back on us. What do you think, Santana on the JT vocals?"

"Well, actually-"

"Don't care. Be there, ladyface." Sam felt the sigh of relief against his ear.

"You should be relieved that she didn't try to drop you here."

He turned around to confront his savior and was surprised by what he saw. A boy, slightly shorter than him, dressed in a red and white cheerleading outfit with 'WMHS' emblazoned on the front and with the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen.

"Thank you for that, I think?"

"No issue." The boy shrugged and smiled slightly. "I'm going to guess that you're new to the area. Most of the freshmen have heard the horror stories about Sue Sylvester enough to not confront her like that."

Sam laughed. "Yeah," He stuck out a hand to shake. "Sam Evans, junior."

"Kurt Hummel, junior."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

The warning bell rang. Kurt winced. "Crap. I should probably get going. Where's your first class?"

Sam consulted his schedule. "Uh…Spanish III…Schuester…Room 303."

Kurt chuckled. "Opposite direction from me, I'm afraid. But Schue's cool. He's the fourth classroom to the right on the second hall on the left."

"Cool. So maybe I'll see you later?" After all, Kurt seemed like a pretty okay guy.

"Yeah, maybe. Bye Sam." He sauntered off and joined a black girl in a bright orange jacket and hat.

"Bye Kurt." Maybe moving to Lima, Ohio wouldn't be completely awful.