He hated them. He hated this.

Why would anybody ever dream of throwing a slushie at her? He was still relatively new at McKinley, and despite he himself being slushied several times, he still didn't really understand why anyone would want to do such a horrible thing. Especially not to her. She was beautiful, talented, and adorable. She didn't deserve this.

It was her favourite jumper as well, at least since last week, when she practically skipped round to his house on the Saturday afternoon to show off her new purchases. He had to say, he was quite a fan of said jumper. If she hadn't been so worried about the hygienic effects, he thought she probably would have worn it every day. And now it was dripping with the sugary, icy, bright red liquid.

He ran over to her, pushing past several Freshmen on his way, and moved her hair from her eyes so she could wipe slushie out of them. They were amazing, those big, brown eyes, even coated in gooey ice. He slowly and methodically wiped away the excess slush from her cheeks and forehead, and slowly leaned his head in to touch hers.

"You suit it." he said, smiling to himself.

"What, slushie?"

He nodded, and laughed. "Really brings out your eyes, Rach."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "That's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said, Sam. You could have just said 'Lor Menari'. Now come and help me clean this mess off my jumper, or else I'll never be able to wear it again! That would be such a travesty, I mean you know how much I spent on it, and..." She trailed off and hurried down the corridor.

"Brings out your eyes..." he mumbled and laughed to himself, walking quickly down the corridor and taking her hand in his. He spun her round, causing a few pieces of slushie to fly into his hair. "I love you, Rachel Berry." He leaned down to kiss her, slowly but sweetly on the mouth. She smiled into his kiss. When she pulled away, she was grinning wickedly.

"You'll love me even more when you have to watch me take this jumper off in a second..." With that, she ran into the girls' bathroom, and with no hesisitation, he followed her in.

He had always hated that jumper anyway.