Hey fan fiction crazies! No offence, I'm one of you! This is my first fan fic and I'm not sure where it'll go... really I love Pezberry the most! And on occasion Puckleberry... but had a need to write a Samchel, so here goes... might only be a two shot. BTW set when Sam first joined the glee club. And everyone in glee (Including Santana) is friends with Rachel, cause its just easier that way. AND Finchel ain't together. :D Yay!

Disclaimer: If I owned glee, every episode would have 30 minutes of Pezberry and ten minutes of Paramore songs...

Glee club was freaked out. The ENTIRE glee club was completely freaked out and staring, for once not chatting to each other, even though it was a Mondayand they all had heaps of weekend gossip.

Because Rachel Berry had frozen. Like, legit frozen. Not just screwing with them. She had frozen in her tracks when Sam Evans walked into the choir room.

And that wasn't all. The tall blond boy walked in, sweeped the room with his eyes and when he got to Rachel, they widened and he quickly looked away.

So were they interested? Hell yes!

As soon as Mr Shue started talking, everyone was asking her.

"What's up Rache?"

"Rachel, start talking NOW. Please?"

"What's with the tension around Evans?"

"What's wrong with Sam?"

"Is something wrong with Sam?"

But she wouldn't say a word.

Determined to ignore them, she just attempted to listen to their Spanish teacher. It was a very... long... day...

At the end of glee, Rachel was almost out of there like a bullet. But Santana caught her on her way out of there.

"Rachel, you're my best friend." Santana smiled. "So tell me what's up before I beat you to death with a hammer and a rock."

Rachel looked up at her best friend. She was honestly scared of the Latina, but her fear of her past was scarier than a gruesome-sledge-hammer-death.

"Santana, it's honestly nothing."

"No amount of acting skills could cover up for your reaction to when big mouth – and I mean the other one – walked in the door. You looked like he had come in naked... which I don't doubt is the last time you'll fantasise about that."

Rachel laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow San."

And with that she walked away before Santana could catch her.

As she walked up the hall, she bumped into Sue Sylvester, who looked especially angry.

"Listen female elf. While having my eye gouged by your giant nose might improve my day, I have no time for bumping into animal sweater obsessed midgets that caterwaul. I just dreamed that Will grew a moustache and it was also curly, and now I have to fight back the urge to vomit profusely while training a hive of bees to nest in his hair."

The coach pushed past Rachel and continued half gagging, half waking down the now empty hall.

Yes, Sue was weird.

"You gonna take that?" A voice came from behind Rachel that nearly frightened her to death. She turned around.

Sam stood there, blond hair swept across his forehead, slightly smiling.

"That's just regular Sue." The diva mumbled.

"The Rachel I know wouldn't take that. Even from a teacher."

That hit the girl in question like a ton of bricks.

"Well the Rachel you used to know is very different from the one now." She hissed.

"Are you sure?"

Sam was suddenly in front of her, pushing a stray bit of hair from her fringe to behind her ear. Rachel flinched and looked up at him, quickly realising how close their faces were. And before she could even stop him, Sam was kissing her.

Rachel's arms snaked around his neck and he pushed his hands into her lower back, bringing her closer. She didn't know what she was doing, but she knew that it felt right, but somehow still wrong. And she knew in her heart that this couldn't happen, but kissing Sam was amazing and she didn't want it to end.

All Rachel could feel was the heat and passion. And how Sam was the most unforgettable kisser. And the air escaping her lungs. She pulled back to breathe.

"Funny. You still kiss the same. And you still taste the same." The blond murmured. "Like raspberry chap stick."

"Look... I don't know if you came here for me, and if so, how you found me. But the glee club can't know about my past. They... they wouldn't understand, especially not Finn or Puck."

Sam argued. "I don't think they'd flip over this. They're your friends, right? So they'll be fine about it. Why are you so worried? Those two seem cool."

"Not when it comes to my history. And if they heard about what happened, they'd never forgive you. And maybe not me either." Rachel said wearily.

"I am so, so sorry about what happened. I messed up and I should have stopped..." The boy raised a hand up to stroke the brunette's cheek.

She knocked it away.

"Trust me, things will be much better for the two of us if we forget we even knew each other. All my friends are already asking about my reaction to you. It probably didn't help that you kept staring at me!" Rachel scolded.

Sam chuckled, and for a moment she joined in. "How can I resist? You haven't changed a bit. Except for the bangs, of course."

Rachel ducked her head. "You like?"

"I don't think it's possible NOT to. You look beautiful..."

Rachel looked up at him once more and saw only the danger that this path led to. She fought all her heart's instincts and ran away, leaving Sam alone in the halls.

Dun dun dun dah! Well, let me know what you think has happened, and I'll see if it's close to the truth... I'll try to have the next chapter out soon, AND make it longer. Buh bye!