The beginning of a new week had begun, and Sam was very sure of what he wanted. He wanted Haley Aldrin. He was fairly certain that the weird feeling in his stomach was the reminder that he had feelings for her.

The only real question was: how? His dad had told him that there were two ways to get a woman to love you: take her hunting and rock and roll. Sam was smart enough to know that Haley wasn't into the first option, but he decided to give the second option a try.

As he looked in the mirror and combed his hair so that it was to one side of his head, he thought about which artist was worthy of rock and roll that he could perform a song by. "There's no one." he thought. Suddenly an idea struck him. "No one is more rock and roll than Justin Bieber." He decided.

After he finished, he closed his locker, pulling the purple hoodie over his head. He smirked as girls began to steal glances. He had never had so much confidence. As he passed Haley, he sent her a smile, continuing to walk to his first class that morning.

"What just happened?" Tina asked Haley, as she came up to her, managing to see Sam walk past them.

"Um, I--I don't really know?" Haley questioned aloud to no one in particular.

"Head's up Haley Aldrin. You're about to be hit head on with the full blonde Bieber."

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This can't be happening." Tina mumbled as everyone glared at Coach Sylvester."

"Yeah, this does seem like a terrible idea." Agreed Artie.

"She tried to shoot me out a cannon for god's sake." Haley pointed out.

"Guys! It's not up for discussion, okay? Now it's no secret that Coach Sylvester has taken her licks."

"I mean...just wanky." Smirked Santana, receiving a glare from Coach Sylvester.

"And I believe that she could use a little sympathy from us." continued, Mr. Schue.

"Sympathy? From us? All she has done is make our group, not to mention our life, miserable." Haley scoffed, "Uh no way." she laughed sarcastically.

"She got exactly what she deserved." Santana agreed.

"You're lucky I left my blow-gun at home, Air-bags cause I got a clear shot at you nonnies." Coach Sylvester said to Santana who gasped.

"Guys...Coach Sylvester has had her recent setbacks but she is a proven champion. We could do worse than to have that winning record in our midst." Mr. Shue explained, defending himself.

"Let me break it down for you. I am no longer a threat to you people alright?" Coach Sylvester said. "I'm just hoping that your singing and dancing around will pull me out of my doldrums and give me a reason to live...Is that too much to ask?"

"Guys, it's settled. Sue's going to be with us this week. Now, I received an envelope in the mail today." Mr. Schue continued. "I know that we're facing Kurt and the Warblers at Regionals." continued.

"Sweet Porcelain..."said Coach Sylvester with a sigh.

"And it looks like this year, we face Aura Intensity again."

"They cleaned our clock last year." Mercedes said.

"It seems that the governing board has assigned a theme to this year's Regionals and part of our score will be based on how we interpret it. This year's theme: anthem. Now who can tell us what an anthem is?"

"It's the bottom of an ant's pants." Brittany said, interrupting Rachel.

"So close, so close." He said, shaking his head. " No, an anthem is an epic song filled with a ground-swell of emotion, that seems bigger than itself-even bigger than the person performing it."

He stopped talking to acknowledge Sam who raised his hand. Haley glanced over at him, since he was sitting beside her. She had to admit that he looked cute.

"Oh, hey Sam. I didn't even notice your new haircut..."

"Yeah, I've been looking at a new image for my one-man band, The Justin Bieber Experience."

Suddenly, Haley had a realization. Everything from his hair, to the hoodie and sneakers...made sense. Haley tried to hold in her giggles. "Oh my god." she whispered, smiling like an idiot.

"Dude, that haircut makes your mouth look...Even...Bigger." Puck commented, making everyone, except Haley laugh. She sent him a look.

"Let her speak." Coach Sylvester said.

"Laugh all you want, but that kid's an epic talent." Sam defended himself. "And I think it qualifies as an anthem because...It's just hugely emotional and...Sums up our generation."

"Alright. Let's hear it buddy." Mr. Schue said patting Sam on the back.

Sam began to strum his guitar as he walked to stand right in front of Haley, who looked down blushing.

{BABY-SUNG BY SAM EVANS}

Throughout the song, he smiled at her, almost making it seem like the song was indirectly for her. He even pulled her hand, bringing her forward so their faces were a few inches apart.

By the end of the song, Haley couldn't help but stupidly laugh. Her blushing was unmanageable.

When he finished, everyone clapped. His eyes remained glued on Haley the whole time, even when he went to sit back down beside her.

"I gotta get that girl on my Cheerios."

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During the next glee club meeting, Haley sat chatting with Tina and Mercedes. She didn't fail to notice Finn sat next to Quinn with his arm against the back of Quinn's chair.

She didn't have time to say add commentary because Sam walked inside, he smiled at her, which she returned. However, Artie, Puck and Mike also strolled inside wearing similar clothing to Sam's.

"Sweet Jesus, who bought tickets to crazy town?" Mercedes asked.

"Alright, so the guys here are ready to give us their anthem." announced Mr. Schue.

"Hey everybody. We are the new and improved The Justin Bieber Experience. And we think that this song is an anthem because everything Bieber does is epic." Sam announced.

"Truth!" Artie agreed.

"Anyay, for this number, we'd like you all to follow us to the auditorium." Sam said as he walked toward Haley, offering her his hand which she hesitantly grabbed.

"You know, you are crazy, Sam Evans. But oddly enough, I kind of dig it." She whispered.

"That's good." He said before leaving her to go position himself on stage. "Hit it." He told the band.

{SOMEBODY TO LOVE-SUNG BY SAM EVANS, ARTIE ABRAMS, NOAH PUCKERMAN, AND MIKE CHANG}

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"This morning I woke up and decided to swallow the sun." Sam said, using one of his impressions. "That was my James Earl Jones impression." He told Santana, who was unamused.

"First of all, that is offensive. He shot Martin Luther King." She said.

"Obi Wan never told you what happened to your father." He continued.

"Okay, you know what. Let's just cut to the chase. Despite the fact that your mouth-to-face ratio, like, way off, you still somehow manage to be cute. You also managed to catch my girl, Haley's attention. But make no mistake: every time you open your humongous mouth to do an impression or moisten an enormous stamp for a lazy giant, you take one step closer to everyone seeing that you are actually a dork. That being said, you need to make a move if you want Haley. She may be vulnerable, yes...but she is as fragile as a broken Russian doll when she really lets you in. And yes, she wantz on your froggy lips, and she wantz em now." Santana ranted, even though the last part was exaggerated.

"Um, I don't know...I still haven't won her yet." Sam replied unsure.

"Think about it, and do something. The sooner the better, and there will be two dorks in existence." Santana said, getting up. Before she left she turned around. "And if you, at any time, manage to hurt her, I'll go all Lima Heights on your sorry ass." she added before marching out of the library.

He sat contemplating how to get Haley to let him in, so he could see the vulnerable side. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, he got up and went to go find Haley.

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"Alright. I hate to say it. But we all owe Sue a big thank you. She may hate us but she did give us a kick butt song for regionals." Mr. Schue said.

"Mr. Schuester, I think our admiration for Coach Sylvester might just be a little premature. Rachel said. "While I love My Chemical Romance and think we all kicked butt on that number. As our team leader and arbiter of all that is good, I-I have to say that I don't think that song is good enough for Regionals.:

Haley turned to look at Rachel. "Really? Since when were you 'crowned' the position of group leader and arbiter?" she scoffed, making Sam chuckle, Haley looked at him and winked. She sent him a smile back. She couldn't be happier, because he had invited her over to hangout and meet his family.

"You mean a number where you don't get to sing the entire song." Mercedes clarified.

"Guys...this, this isn't about me." she said.

"What do you suggest Rachel?" Mr. Schue asked.

"We need to be bold and epic. We need to write our own original music for Regionals. We need an indisputable advantage." She explained, as everyone looked at her.

"Ugh, check out our dwarf Diane Warren." Santana commented.

"She really thinks she's Barbara Streisand." Haley muttered.

"We can't lose Regionals again this year, you guys. You have to trust me. I feel really, really strongly about this." argued Rachel.

"Let's put it to a vote, okay Rachel? All those in favor of doing an original song?" He asked.

Rachel was quick to raise her hand, but her face dropped when no one else followed her action.

"My Chemical Romance?" He asked. Everyone raised their hands.

And with that, Mr. Schue shrugged at Rachel before turning to write their lesson on the board. This left Rachel pouting as she slumped down on her chair. Everyone could tell that she wasn't happy with the outcome. Not like anyone cared. She had herself to blame for caring and suggesting the idea.

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That's all for today:)