AN: I honestly don't know what this crap is. Honestly. I guess I'm just anxious for the casting of Sam to be announced, so I came up with my own dream version of him. I hope you enjoy this piece of rambling nonsense, and please review! Also, for you yankees and non-americans, UT stands for the University of Texas. Hook 'Em Horns, baby! Just in case you don't religiously follow Texas college football...

Finn sits back in his chair, sleepily wondering how he's going to survive junior year. Older guys on the football team have told him it is the hardest year, the most stressful, but Finn can't imagine any year more stressful than his sophomore year. With Sectionals, Regionals, defending his own masculinity, Babygate, Rachel Berry, moving in with the Hummels, failing his classes… he's surprised he didn't kill himself. If this year is supposed to be worse…

"Hey, can I sit here?" Finn looks up to see a tall (even by his Frankenteen standards) guy pointing to the chair next to his.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he replies back, shaking his head to rid his mind of any straggling worries.

"The name's Sam," the tall, blonde boy says with a slightly southern accent, sticking out his hand.

"Hey. I'm Finn." They shake hands, and Finn notices the kid's shirt. It's an unusual burnt-orange color, with a white animal outline on the front.

"UT Longhorns. College football," Sam explains, gesturing to the animal outline.

"What's a longhorn?" Finn asks. Sam laughs.

"A longhorn is a type of cow with really long horns." Finn nods, understanding.

"That's cool. Are they good?" Sam's face lights up.

"The best! Before we moved here, it was my dream to play for them. Now, though…" The blonde boy trails off, pouting slightly.

"You play football?" Sam nods, and the boys launch into what could only be called a "girlish, hysterical discussion of their one true love: sports."

"Class, settle down, settle down. Now, today…" As the teacher turns away, Sam and Finn go back to their conversation in hushed tones.

"So, got your eye on any of the girls yet? 'Cause I can gladly point out which ones to stay clear of. Santana Lopez? High-maintenance. Quinn Fabray? Just had a baby. Rachel Berry? Mine. " Sam chuckles, gaining him a glare from the elderly teacher.

"No thanks, man. They aren't really my type."

Finn tilts his head in confusion. "But you've never met them. How do you know if they're your type?"

Sam shrugs. "Oh, I've got a pretty good idea."

Finn stares at his desk, deep in thought. The only football player he knew to turn down the offer of girls was…well, for one, wasn't on the team anymore, but also was Kurt. A light bulb goes off over the dark-haired boy's head, and he turns to Sam, eyes wide.

"Are you gay?"

He knows if Kurt was here, he'd probably smack him in the head for asking about someone's sexuality so carelessly, but Finn isn't good at subtlety. To his surprise, Sam smiles and nods.

"Is that a problem?"

Finn's mind flashes back to the horrible things he had once said to Kurt, many months ago, and he swallows loudly. "No, not for me. But the other guys on the team…"

Sam nods in understanding. "How bad does it get?"

Finns sighs. "Pretty bad. They throw around the 'F' word a lot. They love to toss kids in the dumpster, oh, and don't forget the slushies. It's their signature style – a slushie to the face in the middle of the hallway."

Sam winces, but doesn't seem too fazed. "Is that it?"

Finn shakes his head. "They'll probably try to beat you up, most likely in a large group. Last time I encountered that sort of event, I was lucky enough to only have to deal with two of them."

The blonde boy's face contorts with curiosity and fear. "Are you gay, too?"

Finn shakes his head violently. "I like boobs too much. But my almost-stepbrother is."

Sam seems to understand, and smiles. "That's sweet of you – protecting your brother."

The dark-haired boy flushes slightly. "I definitely owe it to him. I wasn't exactly the most accepting person a couple months ago."

Sams smiles and opens his mouth to say something when the teacher comes over and tells them to get to work. The football players dive into their class work, and stay engrossed in it until the bell rings.

"So, what else do you do for fun around this cow-town?" Sam asks, packing up his bag. Finn shrugs.

"Well, mostly I'm at glee club practice. Sometimes Kurt makes me go to the mall with him, but usually Rachel and Mercedes get me out of those outings."

Sam looks completely lost. "Glee club? Kurt? Rachel? Mercedes?"

Finn zips up his bag and heads for the door, Sam next to him. "Glee club. Show choir? You know, singing and dancing?" The blonde boy grins and nods, urging him to continue. "Kurt is my almost stepbrother. You know, the gay one? Rachel is my girlfriend, and Mercedes is Kurt's best friend. The four of us are in glee club together."

Sam smiles even wider. "Can anyone join this glee club thing? It's sounds fun."

Finn nods. "Yeah, there's only twelve of us right now. You just have to try out with a song and stuff for Mr. Schue. You sing?"

"Yeah, a bit. So, tell me, is this Kurt kid the only gay kid at school? Besides me, I mean."

Finn looks at Sam apologetically. "The only one in town, that I know of. Besides Rachel's dads, that is. So, unless you like girly diva boys who sing really high, you're out of luck in the dating department."

Sam grins. "Sounds like my type, alright. My last boyfriend, Conor, was the star of the drama club. Very effeminate." A sad smile crept across his face.

Finn is starting to feel uncomfortable, especially since he doesn't know what effeminate means, but he keeps on pushing the issue. "You know, I think you might be Kurt's type. Athletic, muscular…tall."

"Really?" Sam looks excited, and Finn thinks that Kurt totally owes him for this.

"Yeah, man. He's a great guy, too. Overbearing and snobbish, yes, and a little too upset with the fact that I don't know what Dolce and Gabana is, but a great guy. You'll love him."

The blonde boy is ecstatic now, and Finn is worried that Kurt won't like him. After this awkward conversation about being gay and stuff, Kurt Hummel better damn fall in love with Sam.

"Finn Hudson! Why on earth did you give Rachel the idea that I can stand her presence? Just because you two are dating does not mean in any way, shape, or form that I even remotely like her!" Kurt is storming down the hallway, dangerously close to spilling his fat-free, organic chai latte.

"Uh-oh. Hide me, man," Finn whispers, ducking behind a laughing, albeit confused, Sam.

"Don't you hide! She won't stop bothering me now! You know I detest the very ground she walks on! Finn!" Kurt grabs the tall boy's collar, yanking him down to eye-level. "You listen to me, Hudson. If you don't get Ms. Rachel Berry out of my hair, I will tell your mother who really broke the living room window while having a make-out session with his girlfriend."

Finn pales, and says the first thing he can think of. "Uh, Kurt! Hey, have you met Sam?"

Kurt turns his attention to the tall, blonde boy and lets Finn go. "Why, I don't think I have. Kurt Hummel." He extends his perfectly manicured hand to the boy, who shakes it enthusiastically.

"Sam. Nice to meet ya, Kurt." Finn grins, inching away from his upset almost-stepbrother.

"Uh, Sam, Kurt, you're both gay, why don't you talk? And I'll just…bye!" He runs off, hoping desperately that Kurt won't follow him. But the smaller boy is too infatuated with the newcomer to even notice.

A couple class periods pass, until Finn has lunch. He walks into the cafeteria and sits next to Rachel, kissing her cheek. The other glee kids look up, grinning like maniacs.

"What's up?" He asks, taking a bite of his sandwich. Mercedes nearly squeals and Artie points to where Kurt and Sam are walking through the lunch line, holding hands.

"They've been like that since second period," Tina says quietly, popping a carrot stick into her mouth.

"Seriously? But I only introduced them after first!" Finn says, laughing. The others lean in, begging for details on Kurt's new man, the entire group perpetually sneaking peeks at the new couple.

Oh, yeah. Kurt totally owes him now.