TWELVE
THE BIEBS!

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VIOLET MADE HER WAY into the choir room at Sams request. When she walked in, she was greeted by the band and no sign of Sam Evans. She awkwardly took a seat, bouncing her feet on the floor. She drew in a breath of air, looking over at the band who were just trying to get on with their day without having to deal with someone who constantly forgets they exist.

"So.." Violet began. "You look like that guy from Hannah Montana." She nervously laughed, motioning to one of the boys. They all looked between each other, silently agreeing to tune her out.

"My names Violet." She greeted, sticking out her hand, waiting for one of them to shake it, but none of them did. "Firm handshake you got there. It's nice. Very formal."

Still sitting in an awkward silence, she gave one more attempt at a friendly conversation. "So, what do you really think about the glee club? I mean, you're here all the time, and we ignore you guys. Can't be nice." She pried, rubbing her hands together for warmth. "Well, I like to think i'm pretty nice, and Finns alright, I guess. Rachel is a lot, but she's okay. I hate her right now, though." She rambled, still being ignored.

"She cheated on Finn." She informed them, nodding her head. "You probably didn't know that. I mean, I doubt you watch us, you know? Like we're animals in a zoo. I'm sure you have better things to be doing. Because, it'd be very creepy, right? Like, just observing our every move."

The band stared at her for a moment, holding out hope that if they ignored her long enough, she'd eventually shut up.

Breaking her free from the awful torment, that was conversing with an odd bunch—or trying to, Sam Evans finally made his entrance. In walked a blond Justin Bieber lookalike, not catching Violets attention at first. However, she heard him walk in and let out a relieved sigh.

"Oh, i'm so glad you're here. These guys are—" Her sentence was cut short by a loud gasp leaving her mouth when she finally latched her eyes on him. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"I need to ask you a question." He took a seat beside her, forcing her to turn around and face him and skipping right over her question. "Is Justin Bieber cool?"

"I wouldn't say 'cool', exactly. Why?" She wondered, taking another look at his appearance.

"Well, do you like him?"

Violet bit her lip in thought, looking to the band for help, but being left to fend for herself. "Uh, well, that's a difficult question, you see..."

He gave her a puzzled look, repeating his previous question. "Do you?"

"It's, uh, sort of like—i'd consider him a guilty pleasure." She murmured, barely above a whisper.

"I didn't quite catch that." Sam smirked, fully aware of what she had just admitted to him. "Could you repeat that? And a little louder this time."

Sighing, Violet dropped her head to look at her lap, trying her best to hide her smile. "Justin Bieber is totally cool." She quipped. "Are you happy now?"

He leaned in to her ear, a smirk still evident on his face. "Very." His voice was breathy, and Violet was ready to pounce on him there and then.

♫

Sue Sylvester joined the glee club and Violet made sure to sit as far away from her as she possibly could. Sitting beside Tina, Violet rested her head on her shoulder, tuning out everyone's bickering. "This is seriously messed up." Tina whispered to the brunette, resting her head on top of Violets. "She tried to take us down more times than I can count, and now here she is."

"Everything sucks." Violet stated, her eyes lingering on Sams arm thrown lazily around Quinn. Tina squeezed her hand in a comforting manner, feeling for the girl.

Interrupting Mr Schue, Sam struck his hand up and made his way to the front of the group.

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

"Yeah, i've been working on a new image to go with my new one man band; The Justin Bieber Experience."

Violet sent him a soft encouraging smile, but his girlfriend had the opposite reaction. Rolling her eyes, Quinn seemed to be embarrassed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Dude." Puck was staring at him, just like he was when he first met him, looking almost mesmerised by his mouth. "That haircut makes your mouth look even bigger."

Even with everyone laughing at him, Sams confidence didn't seem to drop. "Laugh all you want, but that kids an epic talent. Violet told me herself." He smiled widely at her, causing Tina to nudge her in the side with a smile of her own. "And there's a number i've been working on, that i've been wanting to show off. And I think this qualifies as an anthem because it's just hugely emotional and sums up our generation."

Giving him the okay, Mr Schue took a seat among his students. Sam picked up his guitar and stood directly in front of Violet. Quinn let a knowing smirk take over her face, turning to smile at Violet. Only, Violet took that smile as a threat, not knowing that their whole relationship was a lie.

She shuffled in her seat awkwardly, trying to avoid all the eyes that were on her. After a few strums of his guitar, Sam shamelessly sang his heart out, not letting his eyes leave Violet for a moment.

But, she seemed to be the only one that was oblivious to his intentions.

♫

Violet was leaning against her locker, chatting Blaines ear off down the phone. Talking about anything and everything. Strutting down the corridor, flicking his wig back dramatically, Puck had a confident grin, which didn't last long once she opened her mouth to insult his new look. He took Violets phone out of her hand and hung up on Blaine, despite her protests.

"Okay, I was gonna yell at you, but...it seems like there's bigger issues to be dealt with." She flailed her hands around at his head, hinting at his Bieber wig.

"I look ridiculous, I know." He huffed. "But, Lauren still won't give me a chance. She's confusing me. It's like..one day she acts like she wants me and the next she's telling me to be better."

"She's a woman who knows what she wants." Violet shrugged. "She just wants you to try harder."

"I thought I wore her down, then she stood me up." Violet rested her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "I'm a stud, you know? I'm not supposed to get hung up on women."

"Right. The Puckasaurus." She sneered.

"Hey, this isn't funny." The 'stud' whined. "This is my life."

"I'm sorry, but it's hard not to laugh when you look like that."

"I just need your help." He pleaded, practically dropping to his knees.

"I don't know what you want me to do. I'm not that close with her, I don't know what she likes." Puck rolled his head back, letting out a loud sigh and leaving her behind.

"Have you tried tackling her?" She yelled out after him, just to be ignored. "Yeah, okay, great talking to you." She mumbled.

"Yeah, our conversations are always great." Violet spun around with a fright. She was met with a smiling Sam Evans, still in his Justin Bieber attire.

"Dude, you've got to stop sneaking up on me like that." She laughed.

Sam put his hands up in surrender, and took hold of Violets hand. "Where are you taking me?"

"To elope." He simply just shrugged his shoulders, directing her to a seat in the choir room.

She didn't have a problem with that.

"Okay, so, I know you've been feeling left out with all the Biebs, and, I thought i'd sing to you. Considering Finn hasn't already. Bad friend move."

Violet rolled her eyes playfully, standing up. "I actually wanted to sing you some of the Biebs." He grabbed her shoulders, sitting her back down. "Sit."

"I'm not a dog."

"Just..let me sing to you. Then the floor is all yours." He assured her. Violet relaxed in her chair, cocking her head to the side in awe at the man in front of her.

Clearing his throat, and sending her a wide smile, Sam began singing 'One Less Lonely Girl'. He watched as she swayed in her seat, completely drowning in his singing. Eventually, the song had to come to an end, which meant it was Violets turn to sing.

She let out a nervous breath and shook her arms, switching places with Sam. "Okay, i've been rehearsing this all week. So, if you don't like it...lie."

He let out a little chuckle, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Come on, sing to me, already." Sam jokingly whined.

Seeing as she wasn't budging, feet practically glued to their spot, Sam sat up straighter in his seat. "Don't tell me I make you nervous, now." He joked.

"No, you don't." She lied. "It's the Hannah Montana guy." They turned to look at him, watching as he stood there uncomfortably.

"He makes you nervous?" Sam wondered. "Are you in love with him?"

Violet stepped closer to the blond, lightly smacking his arm. "No, I am not in love with him! He just really looks like Jackson Stewart, and I can't focus."

Sam stood up, trying to hold in his laughter. He placed his hands on Violets shoulders, guiding her to take in deep breaths to help her focus—and she did.

Finally getting the chance to sing to him, she sang 'That Should be me' while dramatically dancing. Halfway through the song, she forced Sam up onto his feet, jumping around the room with him, and all in all—they were having a lot of fun.

The song finished and Violet needed a few seconds to catch her breath. Not giving her a chance to fully recover from all the jumping around, Sam nudged her shoulder with his—the best he could, due to the height difference.

"I'm breaking up with Quinn." He grinned. Taking in his expression, and lack of emotion to the breakup, Violet scrunched her eyebrows together.

"Is it the song? It's the song." She nodded her own head in confirmation.

"Well, whatever it was..I was wondering if you wanted to come to colour me mine with me tonight?" Before she could decline, he abruptly added to the sentence. "As friends." But that was the last thing he wanted to go as.

"Yeah, i'd love to." She smiled. "But, that means I have to cancel my plans with Blaine, and he won't be too happy about that."

"But..you'll come?" He was hesitant in asking again, afraid he'd come off as desperate.

"I wouldn't miss it."