Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: I usually only write Puckleberry but this pairing intrigues me so I thought I'd give it a shot. I'm not sure if I will continue this for the simple fact that I'm not sure how big a fanbase this couple has. I guess I'll just have to wait to see what you guy's think.

Rachel wiped the tears from her eyes for the third time this week and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was crying over Finn and Santana again. She could deal with the fact he had slept with Santana. She had gotten over that because she had convinced herself it was purely sex and nothing else but now they were dating and everything had gone wrong. Rachel felt the tears spring to life in her eyes again but she swallowed them back down. She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror already knowing that her eyes were going to be puffy and her nose was red and somehow looked even bigger from all of the crying she had been doing. She heard someone open the door to the girl's bathroom and she ducked her head down so her hair would cover her face.

"Rachel?" She swung around hearing the sound of boy's voice to find Sam Evans standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked wiping her face with her hands.

"I uh… I heard you crying. I couldn't find anybody to send in after you and I wanted to make sure you were alright." He told her.

"Oh…" She looked surprised that anyone would even care. "I'm fine. Thanks for checking on me, Sam. That was very sweet of you."

"The hallways clear by the way." He said. "You can come out now."

She offered him a small smile and followed him out of the bathroom.

"Thanks again." She sniffled when he walked with her to her locker. "It means a lot that you care enough to ask me if I'm okay. Honestly, I don't think anyone else would have done that for me."

"No problem." He shrugged it off. "You don't seem as bad as everyone told me you were. You're pretty cool even if you do have the incessant need to be right all the time and talk a little too much."

"I think that was a compliment." She laughed lightly.

"It was." He smiled. "Besides, I hate hearing girls cry."

"You're really nice, Sam." She smiled as well. "To be honest, when I first saw you I wrote you off as some jock and when you got with Quinn I kind of thought you were going to be a jerk but you're pretty cool too." She blushed at her admission and luckily he didn't notice.

"I get that a lot. It's because I'm hot. People are intimidated by me." He nodded.

"I didn't say I was intimidated by you. In fact, I think the opposite is true." She told him.

"I'm not intimidated by you either." He laughed as if she had just told some hilarious joke.

"I'm sure." She rolled her eyes.

"I wouldn't write me off so soon, Rach. I'm pretty amazing. Just because Finn's voice couldn't keep up with yours in glee doesn't mean mine can't." He smirked.

"Is that a challenge?" She crossed her arms.

"Maybe." His smirk grew when he saw the smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Mr. Schuester assigned duets for next week and I think I just found my partner. We'll see if you can keep up." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I guess we will." He chuckled watching her start to walk off.

"Oh, and Sam?" She turned back to face him when she reached the end of the hallway.

"Yea." He replied.

"Just because you're the new kid on the block doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. You better not make me look stupid. You're in the big leagues now and I won't allow slacking." She smirked before leaving him to stand in the middle of the hallway alone.