AN: Just a heads up this story is completely AU. Basically the only thing that's staying the same is the characters. I hope that even though this is AU you'll still read and comment and enjoy the Finn-bashing (wait what?).

CHAPTER 1

Sam Evans, a sixteen year old with bleach blonde hair and a surfer styled hair cut walked into his new school, the third he's been two in the two years. He was wearing a snow hat, a blue t-shirt with the Captain America in sigma on his chest over a black long sleeve shirt, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and a pair of blue jeans. He looked around at the people around and knew this was going to be nothing like the all-boys school he just came from, mostly because half the students are females.

He stuck his hands in his pocket and walked to the office. As he walked in he saw a blonde girl walk out. She was wearing a cheerleading uniform, her hair in a ponytail. He noticed she had green eyes but before he could admire her anyone further she was already gone.

"Aw, Mr. Evans please to meet you," a man said with dark skin and bearly any hair upon his head. He stuck out his hand, "I'm Principal Figgins."

Sam shook it, "Hi."

Principal Figgins took a piece of paper off the counter and held it out to the blonde hair boy. "Here's your class schedule. Your tour guide should be here shortly, his name's Artie Abrams." Just then a brown haired boy on double crutches which reminded Sam of Grover for the Percy Jackson movie, wearing what looked like something out of Urkal's closet, except this kid had cooler glasses. "Aw here he is," Figgins said interrupting the blonde boys thoughts, "Artie, I'd like you to meet our newest student to McKinley, Sam Evans."

Artie nodded his head at Sam with a smile, "Hey."

"Hey," Sam nodded back.

The Principal looked at both of them still with a smile on His face. "Well you two gave fun." Then he turned and walked into a room in the back of the office.

There was a few seconds of silence that settled between Sam and this Artie kid. Sam really didn't know what to make of this kid, he looked like a nerd but he wasn't sure if he acted like one. Sam looked nothing like a nerd yet he knew Na'vi and read comics.

"Well you coming?" Sam looked up to see that Artie was at the door waiting for Sam to follow. He blonde nodded before following the White Urkal out he door.

As they walked down the hall Sam decided to ask his first question, "Dude has anyone told you, you look like Urkal but white?"

He brown haired boy laughed, "Yea, my friend Puck does. Though he says I'm cooler then Urkal because when I talk to him I don't us extremely large words."

"Puck?" Sam asked trying to figure who would name their kid Puck.

"His real name is Noah Puckerman. He's our school's resident playa," Sam couldn't help but laugh when Artie said 'playa'. Artie smiled over at him, "Just because I look like Urkal doesn't mean I have to sound like him."

"Naw, it's cool dude. So why is Puck the resident playa anyway?"

"He's had sex with practically every female in McKinley."

Sam looked over at him, "What do you mean by practically?"

"There's only four girls I know he hasn't tapped at least once. Tina Cohen-Chang, Rachel Berry, Mercedes Jones, and Quinn Fabray." Artie emphasized the last name, looking over at Sam before looking in front once again.

"Is there something special about Quinn Fabray?"

"Besides the fact that she's the most popular girl in school, head Cheerio," Sam gave him a questionable look. "That's what we call our cheerleaders," the blonde nodded his head, "or the fact she's president of the celibacy club?" Sam nodded once again, "She's dating one of his best friends since pre-k, Finn Hudson, McKinley's star quarterback."

Sam nodded taking that in. He looked at Artie, "So what is there to do at this school?"

"Well right now there's football, volleyball, and cheerleading. We also have he drama club, celibacy club, and Asian club."

"Wait Asian club?"

Artie shrugged, "I don't know." Artie then goes into warning Sam about this boy named Jacob, the school's gossip, about all his friends staring with Puck, the resident playa, who's also the receiver for the football team, a Jew, and a great guitar player, and ending with Kurt, the school's only open gay kid with a knowledge of Broadway musical's that'd put Sam's Na'vi pick-up lines to shame. Artie also told him about his girlfriend Brittany Pierce, who's a cheerleader. "Puck helped me ask her out."

By the time they got to Sam's first class, Chemistry, Sam felt like he's been here his whole life. "Why don't we meet up at lunch, I'll introduce you to some of the guys."

"Yea sure," Sam replied before walking into the room. As soon as he entered all eyes where on him. He scanned the room when his eyes landed on the girl he saw leaving the office when he first arrived.

"May I help you?" the teacher asked stopping what she was writing on her whiteboard.

The blonde boy looked at her, "I'm Sam Evans."

Something must have dawned on the teacher then because she said, "Aw yes, Sam. I have a seat for you right next to Ms. Quinn Fabray."

He gave her a confused look, "I don't-" he trailed off.

"Oh right," she pointed over to the pretty blonde he saw at the office. "She's Quinn Fabray." A smile erupted on his face when he heard this. "Today all we're doing is learning about our lab partners." The teacher told him.

Sam nodded before making his way over to Quinn. "Hi," he said to her giving her a kind smile.

She looked up from he binder, "Hi." She didn't really seem interested to talk to him but he decided to ignore it.

"So you're Quinn Fabray," he said in awed voice.

"Yea," she confirmed confused.

"Artie's told me about you; Captain of the Cheerios, president of the celibacy club, dating the QB. But he never told you were beautiful." Sam gave her a charming smile.

She gave her an amused smile, "That's all he told you?"

"Why? Should he have told me something else?" he raised an eyebrow. She shrugged, "So tell me about yourself, besides the obvious."

She looked at him for a second, trying to see if he really wanted to know. "Even though everyone thinks my best friend is Santana it's actually Mercedes Jones."

Sam nods, "Before I came here I went to an all boy's school." Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Yea if you ignore the fact that there's no girls and half the gay dudes there like to go after straight guys and don't know how to take no for an answer then it wasn't all that bad."

Quinn put on a sympathetic look, "Where you one of the straight guys that always got hit on?"

"Yes," he exaggerated, "I'm almost tempted to say 'Hi, I'm Sam Evans. I'm straight.' To every dude I meet."

She smiled at him, trying hard not to laugh. "Well." Sam chuckled, "Even though I love to cheer I also love to sing."

"Me too," there was a pause as Quinn gave him a bizarre look, "just substitute the cheering for football."

"You play football?" she sounded shocked.

"Yea, why don't I look like a football player?" he was teasing her but he also really wanted to know her answer.

She pondered for a moment, and it felt like the longest moment in Sam's young life. "Not really, you look more like a surfer."

"Well you'd be surprised. I've never surfed in my life."

By the time the period ended Sam learned that Quinn's favorite color was sea blue, the only time she got to hang out with "bff" was during the study hall they shared and after school, and she found out her favorite movie was Dirty Dancing. He also found out that she had a great humor though she really didn't get his Matthew McConaughey impersonation. But that's all in due time.