Hello everybody! So this is my first multi-chapter Sory fic. This story is going to go on for quite a while I think so expect semi-frequent updates. I really hope you all enjoy it because I really enjoy writing it. Please read and review and feel free to suggest things you might want to see in later chapters. I may not be able to use them but it might inspire me to do a one shot or another story. Thank you!

It was mid June when Sam Evan's dad finally got a job. However it wasn't in Lima, it was in Kentucky. Sam was devastated that he had to leave Lima; he had finally made friends and had a girlfriend that was actually nice to him. He didn't want to be the new kid all over again, especially the weird new kid with a big mouth who was obsessed with sci-fi and liked to sing. However he wasn't surprised how well Mercedes took the breakup. Well, they were both sad that they couldn't see each other but they understood that they were probably better off as friends. At least that way there would be no resentment towards each other when he left.

Fortunately not only did Sam get to go back to McKinley for sectionals, they were moving back there permanently. His Dad had been given a job to run the making of a condo complex in Lima which not only gave them much more money it also secured their stay there at least until Sam graduates or even longer. Going back to McKinley was going to be awesome!

Okay maybe awesome was a bit overstatement. Firstly, Sam soon realized how much work he had to catch up on since he had come back in the middle of the semester. Secondly all of his "friends" seemed to be too busy with college stuff and other schoolwork to barely notice that he was back. The whole red solo cup thing and group hug was nice but that was probably the only welcome he got. It was probably for the best; he needed time to catch up on his schoolwork without distractions.

It was after an extremely long and boring chemistry class that Sam was walking down the hallway when he witnessed Azimio Adams shove a boy against his locker, making him spill all of his things. As Azimio and friends walked away laughing the boy let out a sigh and knelt down to retrieve all of his things.

"Sorry about those guys. They are assholes." Said Sam, kneeling to help the boy pick up his books.

"They really are." The boy said. Sam noted that he had a really thick Irish accent, which Sam had never heard in person before. He thought it was kind of cool. The boy looked up at him and Sam noticed he had the bluest eyes he had ever seen in his entire life. They were like looking into a clear ocean or something. Sam had never seen eyes like those before.

"Thanks for the help." The Irish boy said and got up to throw the books back into his locker.

"Don't worry about them. They are just idiots and will leave you alone eventually. I'll see you around!" said Sam

"Why do I feel like I've seen him before?" thought Rory as he finished putting his things away.

'That was really nice of him. Actually he was probably the nicest person I've met in this school. Maybe the exchange program wasn't the best idea." He thought.

Those damned jocks. From the second he got to America he was picked on. They teased him about his accent, his clothes, and his heritage. Half the time they thought he was Scottish. Every day he had his books knocked out of his arms, pushed into lockers or both. The only friends he had were in glee club if you could even call them friends, more like acquaintances that probably only wanted him for his voice.

As Sam walked to glee club he realized that he looked vaguely familiar. Something about him just stuck out in his head for some reason. But then he remembered!

"That's it! He was in glee club when I sang Red Solo Cup. I knew I remembered him." He thought as he entered the Choir room. And there he was the boy he helped earlier. Every one except Mercedes, Brittany and Santana was there practicing for their sectionals performance. Sam noticed that Mike was trying to help the kid with his dancing, by the look on the Irish boy's face; he was getting frustrated. Eagerly Sam went over to introduce himself.

"I knew I recognized you somewhere!" he exclaimed as he reached the boy.

He smiled which Sam noticed made his eyes sparkle a bit. Which was an odd thing for him to notice, especially on another guy.

"Oh yeah. I thought I recognized you too."

"I'm Sam Evans by the way." He said and stuck his hand out. Rory shook it and Sam was surprised how soft it felt.

"That does ring a bell. I'm Rory Flanagan. I'm an exchange student from Ireland."

"That's really cool. So I see Mike is helping you with your moves." Sam said.

"He's trying at least. I have no rhythm at all." Said Rory sullenly.

"Trust me, I'm not a dancer either and I know it can be embarrassing but if you just move your body and forget everything else it helps." Said Sam

"Thanks Sam Evans."

"If I can do it, so can you." Said Finn, who was probably the worst dancer in the club.

"It's true." Sam stage whispered to Rory, making the Irish boy laugh.

"So did you really come back just to help New Directions win sectionals Sam Evans?" Rory asked, as they got ready to go home.

"Well that was part of it. My Dad also got a new job so we were able to move back." He explained.

"Oh." Said Rory.

"Yeah, we had to move away originally because we were having financial troubles but my Dad finally got a job in the summer. However it was out of state."

"That explains why you moved then." Finished Rory. Sam nodded.

"So how are you getting home? You live with Brittany right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. I think she went to Santana's house though. I guess I'm going to walk." He replied.

"No way. I have a car, I'll give you a ride." Said Sam

"You don't have to do that Sam Evans. I don't want to bother you." Said Rory.

"It wouldn't bother me at all. Also man, just call me Sam. You don't have to be so formal." Sam replied.

"Okay Sam." said Rory. Sam thought his name sounded really cool with Rory's accent.

Sam led Rory to the parking lot to where his car was. It was a modest Honda of some sort.

"So, how do you like America so far?" Sam asked as he drove.

"It's not bad. I like the food a lot." Said Rory

Sam laughed "Yeah the food here is pretty good. What about school?"

Rory shrugged "I like glee club and most of my classes, except history."

"Why don't you like history?" Sam asked curiously.

"Well, it's U.S history which I have never taken in my life." He replied

"That makes sense. I can help you with that stuff if you want." Sam said.

"Really?" Rory asked.

"Yeah sure. By the way, are you any good at algebra?" Sam asked.

"Yeah not bad. Why?" Rory questioned.

"Do you think if I help you with history you could do the same for math?"

Rory smiled and Sam once again noticed how bright that made his ocean blue eyes.

"I'd love to. When should we meet?" he asked

"I could pick you up on Saturday at lets say, 3? Sam asked.

"Sounds good Sam."

"Looks like we are here." Said Sam as he pulled into the Pierce's driveway.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Anytime."

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I know Finn Hudson said that guys don't usually ask other guys to be friends, even on facebook but-" Rory began nervously.

"Of course I'll be your friend dude. Honestly I need a friend around this place and so do you. Here give me your phone." Said Sam and as Rory handed him his phone their fingers brushed against each other's, sending a tingle up Sam's wrist. He was a bit confused by the unfamiliar feeling but preceded to program his number into the phone. Once that was done he handed the phone back to Rory.

"Thanks Sam. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Rory."

As Sam drove back to his house he couldn't get those blue eyes out of his head.