A/N: Hello everyone, Sam here with a new story. So this is very uncharted territory for me. I've had this idea in my head for quite some time now. The other day I made an outline of the story and realized it will be epically long. So this will be my first attempt at a multi-chapter story. With all this Fuinn crap that has been happening, I have come to start really liking the Sam/Rachel relationship. I know it doesn't exist, but if it makes Rachel happy until Finn can come to his senses and have this epic reunion with Rachel, I'm all for it. So this story will have a lot of Samchel, but in the end will most DEFINITELY end with Finchel. They are endgame after all :D With that being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

It all starts with a glee club assignment. Doesn't it always? Mr. Schuester wants everyone paired up for duets. Mercedes with Santana, Mike with Artie, Tina with Puck, Brittany with Quinn, Rachel with Sam, and Finn with Lauren. Everything seemed okay, even if Puck made it a point to warn Finn not to mess with his woman. If he wasn't his friend again, Finn would have no problems trying to give Puck a taste of his own medicine (or if he wasn't so sure that Lauren would rip open his scrotum if he even tried). But he still had this uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something just wasn't right.

Finn eventually pushed away that feeling and proceeded with the rest of his week. For some reason all his fellow glee clubbers were really excited about this assignment. Maybe because they didn't pair off with their normal duet partners, but every time he passed them in the hallway that's all they were talking about. But no one was more into the assignment than Rachel and Sam. They were together 24/7 it seemed. They made the choir room their second home. Practicing before school, during free periods, during lunch, and after school. Every time he saw them together, Finn would get that weird feeling in his stomach again. He never had enough time to analyze it though, because Quinn was always there, shaking him out of his stupor. Prom this, prom that. That's all she could talk about. If she kept it up, Finn was going to burn down McKinley just so they could cancel that stupid fuckin prom. But in the mean time, he's gotta suck it up. Quinn's his girlfriend now. And he definitely doesn't want to have to deal with Scary Quinn all the time. At least for the time being he can take a break and work on his duet with Lauren.

The big day finally arrives. Everyone is pumped and ready to go. Mike and Artie totally nail Beastie Boys' 'Sabotage', Santana and Mercedes said they had to bring the sexy with Fergie and the Black Eyed Peas' 'My Humps', Quinn and Brittany were splitting blonde images of Carrie Underwood singing 'Cowboy Casanova', much to Mike's dismay Puck and Tina sang Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', and Finn had to do Justin Timberlake's 'Sexy Back'. Lauren made sure of it, or he would have to 'pay the consequences'.

Once again, everything seemed fine. That is until it was Rachel and Sam's turn. They had gotten a lot closer these past few days, much to Finn's discomfort. But what was he gonna do? Better yet, what the hell was he gonna say? "Hey Rachel, I know after you broke my heart, I got back together with my other ex-girlfriend who has been your own personal hell since, like, forever, but do you mind not hanging around with people of the opposite sex until the day I can finally forgive you?" Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Mr. Schuester calls them to the front and Rachel is way too excited. She squeals a little and starts clapping to herself. Santana's rolling her eyes and Quinn's squeezing his hand, whether it's just to be touchy feely or to piss off Rachel, he's not quite sure. All he can focus on is how he would usually love this side of Rachel if it wasn't for the fact that she's grabbing Sam's hand and pulling him to the front of the choir room. And there's that fuckin feeling in his stomach again.

Rachel, as usual, has to make some speech before they start. She says they're both singing Lita Ford and Ozzy Osbourne's 'Close My Eyes Forever'. As if already knowing that people's eyes would be bulging out of their eye sockets, Sam further explains that "I convinced Rach to try something out of her normal comfort zone." When the fuck did he start calling her Rach?

They cue up the band and Rachel sounds just as beautiful as he remembers. He hates to admit it (and there's no way in hell he ever will) but they actually sound decent together. They'll never sound as kick ass as him and Rachel do, but decent enough. As he looks around the room he thinks maybe everyone is thinking the same thing too 'cause they're pretty into the performance. As he watches Sam and Rachel again, he's really not liking the way they're looking at each other. There's like this electricity or magnetism flowing between them. As the song comes to end they sing the last few chords and end up inches apart. It's eerily similar to the way him and Rachel ended after singing their Borderline/Open Your Heart mash-up last year. He is so not liking this at all.

But then it happens. Sam puts his hands in her hair and pulls her in for a kiss. A. Fuckin. Kiss. There's a combination of reactions in the room. They're ranging from shock, excitement, to annoyance (the annoyance part is mainly coming from Finn, Quinn, and Santana). Mercedes is wasting no time taking a picture with her phone and most likely sending it to his gossip-driven step brother. Thank god Mr. Schue clears his throat 'cause Finn really didn't know how much longer they would have stayed like that. Sam and Rachel finally pull apart, but then he hears it. That one word that comes from both of their mouths: Fireworks. It's soft and barely above a whisper, but he hears it, loud and clear.

He doesn't have that uneasy feeling anymore. That's long gone. Now it's like someone simultaneously kicked him square in the gut while stabbing his heart over and over again.

A/N pt 2: It's a starting off point and it kinda varies between being in Finn's POV and a general POV. I'm trying my hand at this writing style and I'm not really sure how it's working out. Hopefully I did it justice. :)