A/N So this is a little side project, I am still working on my Quinn/Buffy fic. I am waiting for my friend to finish editing it before I post anymore chapters. If anyone is reading that one. But I've been noticing the samchel action on the show and I have to say that I really like it. So I decided to try my hand at a short fic, this fic is on tumblr too. This should only be like 3 or 4 chapters long. Enjoy! If you're more into Brittana and Faberry check out "Her Destiny" which centers on both.

It all started when she left for Broadway once again, and had no idea what to do with her new boyfriend Sam Evans. He had been cooking her dinner, and talking about how he wanted to go to school, and teach physical education somewhere. He was so eager, and had been thinking about applying to OSU.

"That is great Sam, but we need to talk," she said, nervously.

Sam had turned to her and smiled, because he knew this was coming, he sat down across from her at the table and looked at her with the gentle look, "Rachel it'll be okay, we'll figure this out," he had said, and then he took her hand.

"My experience with long distances relationships hasn't been good," she admitted, "I'm going back soon, now that New Directions has Will and I need to do something that will make me happy,"

Sam's smile fell a little, "Rachel, I care a lot about you," he admitted.

"I don't doubt that, you know that I care for you too Sam," Rachel began, "I just think we need to be adults about this, you've never had to try and maintain one," Rachel explained, she pulled her hand back when Sam sighed.

"Neither do you," Sam reminded Rachel, she looked up at him in confusion.

"Finn and I were going to embark on a long distance relationship but he," Rachel's voice broke off as she looked down at the floor. Sam stood up and moved to her side of the table, where he knelt on the ground and pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her.

"I know Rachel, I know," and that is how the conversation ended, with Sam comforting her and the two of them forgetting their troubles in the bedroom.

But now it was time for Rachel to leave for the airport and she had no idea what was going on with Sam who hadn't mentioned it since. But now he was driving her to the airport and the car was quiet, his eyes on the road ahead.

"Sam?" Rachel asked in a small voice.

"Yeah?" Sam asked, he looked over at her for a moment and smiled, he always smiled when he looked at her, and she grinned back.

"I think it's time we talk about what you want to do, now that I am returning to New York," Rachel said, she waited to hear him either get mad or tell her they should break up. But he remained silent. She looked over at him, and his face was scrunched up in concentration.

"Can we talk when we get to the airport, I'll get a gate pass and we can get a coffee before you get on the flight," Sam asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," Rachel agreed, "I guess that's okay,"

So they waited until she had checked her luggage and they got through security. They made it through security and were holding hands, walking through the terminal. Rachel was trying her best not to cry, holding his hand for what could be the last time. Right now they were a couple but that could change once they both talked. Not to mention, she wouldn't see him for a long time. She looked over at him, and bit her lip. He looked sad too, his eyes met hers and he didn't smile at her this time. He just sighed.

Soon they sat down in a cute little cafe inside the terminal, each with a cup of coffee and looked at each other.

Rachel started to talk, "I completely understand if you feel as if we can't do this, I'll be busy and so will you, Long distance relationships rarely work out, and I wouldn't be able to return to Lima as often,"

"I don't want this to end," Sam said, his green eyes shining, "I know you're scared of whatever this is, and that you have bad history with long distance relationships but Rachel, I think this is worth a try,"

Rachel looked at him in awe, he was smiling at her, "Sam…"

"If you don't want to try, then we won't, because I get your point of view. But I also know that you deserve someone who loves you, and I love you," Sam said gently.

Rachel almost dropped the coffee she was holding, as she looked at him in surprise, "I, I love you too Sam," Rachel breathed, holding back more tears. He was making it hard to go get on that plane.

"I don't want you to feel as if I am ever holding you back Rachel, I want to support you," Sam continued, smiling slightly.

"If you want to try, then I guess I want to try," Rachel smiled back, she reached out and took his hand in hers, "I really want to try,"

"That means that you can't go and date other people, if you feel like you need to explore you have to be honest with me," Sam said sternly, "It might break my heart but I love you, and we can work through things like that,"

Rachel nodded in understanding, "Same goes for you,"

"I am so going to miss you," Sam had tears in his eyes, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss, she closed her eyes and let any unshed tears fall.

All these years and this is not the man she thought she would be kissing goodbye as she went to follow her dreams. The small part of her heart that always would belong too FInn Hudson was present as she kissed her boyfriend. Not in a bad way. She was happy with Sam, and glad she got to know him. But she still could mourn the loss of her first friend, her first love, and the person who showed her how to be confident.

She also cried because she would miss her boyfriend, she would miss seeing him every day. She was so glad he wanted to try though, with no forseeable time of when she would be back to Lima, if she would be back. But she pulled her had back and he smiled at her, because this was life, and it would be hard, but right now she was happy.

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5 WEEKS LATER

Rachel was the lead in a new show, written and expected to be a big hit. She barely had time for anything because the rehearsals took up most of her time. It was a completely new show, so it had to be perfect. She was the lead, and she had to work extra hard thanks to her flop of a television show.

The crew had told her that she needed to build her rep back up, and that her name couldn't drag them down. Yes it was true that her stint as Fanny from Funny Girl had gotten rave reviews, but the television show had overshadowed her previous success. However her talent had secured her this job. She was also living with four other people. Blaine and Kurt had returned to New York before she had, and secured a loft like the one they used to have. Brittany and Santana had moved in to save on rent. The whole place was sectioned off into curtains, she had her own curtained off area, but she could hear everything everyone else did.

It was hard living with two other happily married couples. Santana and Brittany barely fought, and were surprisingly private. They would spend hours in their curtained section, not making a noise. Brittany was also the meaner of the two. Santana was a huge dork around Brittany and it was adorable.

Kurt and Blaine had loud sex and would often make out on the couch. They were so turbulent and often fighting and making up. But they were her close friends and often their to help her when she needed comforting.

But they made her miss Sam even more. A part of her wondered what it would be like to wake up next to him every morning, and whether or not he missed her like she missed him. He had applied to OSU and was busy working at McKinley still. They would text daily and skype every night.

But sometimes it wasn't enough, she wanted to hold him, kiss him, just be near him. She didn't know when she would be able to go home again, and it had only been a little over a month. For now though, she would be fine. No matter what.

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6 MONTHS LATER

It had been six months since she had seen Sam in person, and she wasn't sure how she handled it. She had temptations sometimes, and she knew he did too, because he was a very honest person. Right now he was talking to her on the phone about one of the temptations.

"She was flirting with me and she was way cute, but you're hotter, and I love you so of course I wouldn't do anything, because I like, love you, you know?" Sam asked.

Rachel smiled. Sam was a sweet and honest man. He told her he loved her all the time, and never lied, she knew she was lucky. She loved his simple mind, and big heart. It made her happy to have someone like that in her life.

"I know Sam, I love you too," she replied with a smile.

"I love you more," Sam teased, she let out a sigh, she wanted to see him.

"i'm so sorry I can't come home for the holidays, but our show is doing so well and we have to continue on the broadway circuit," Rachel said sadly, her voice filled with regret, "I wanted to see you for Christmas and Hanukah, make you some latkes,"

Sam chuckled, "I wanted to do more than try your cooking," he said in a playful tone, "But it's cool Rachel, you're following your dream,"

Rachel choked up, "But I miss you so much," she fought back tears.

"So are you about to cry again?" Sam asked.

"Probably," Rachel admitted, sighing, "I am definitely about to cry actually," her voice rose. She was in the hallway of the loft for an illusion of privacy. She hugged herself.

"Just go inside the loft then," Sam insisted.

"How do you know I'm not in the loft?" Rachel asked curiously. She had just gotten home when she decided to call Sam before she went inside. She wanted to hear his voice. She hadn't told him she was in the hall.

"Because I'm just good at guessing, now go inside," Sam's voice was soothing, "I love you, go inside,"

Rachel sighed, "I should go inside, I have to start dinner, it's my turn to cook for four other people tonight and if I make something vegan again, Santana is going to kill me," Rachel explained as she unlocked the door to the loft.

She entered the loft as she heard Sam's soft chuckle, surrounding her like he was actually there. She smiled softly, and looked into the loft to see if anyone else was home tonight.

Sam was sitting on the couch, in his red polo shirt and a smile on his face. Rachel still had the phone to her ear. but she stood there staring at him in complete silence, her mouth dropped to the floor. She let out her breath and then a squeal, running over to him almost dropping her phone as she pounced on him.

"SAM!" She cried out, landing on his lap, she wrapped her arms around him and grinned broadly, looking at her boyfriend who was smiling back with eagerness.

"You can hang up now," he teased as he pressed the END button on his phone, "I take it you're glad to see me?"

"Yes," Rachel laughed, as she rested her head on his shoulder, "You have no idea how much I missed you,"

"If it's anywhere close to how much I missed you, I think I have an idea," Sam whispered, his hands stroking her hair, "Because I missed you so much I had to spend my Christmas bonus on a flight here to come see my talented girlfriend,"

Rachel looked into his green eyes, and smiled, she leaned in and kissed him, it was a long kiss that turned into making out. His hands unbuttoned her coat, and made their way under her shirt causing her to groan and smile into his kiss.

He let out a small chuckle as he shifted her off of his lap and they laid on the couch together. He was on top of her as he started to kiss her neck and she ran his hands through his hair. She lowered her hands to his back and slid them under his shirt, feeling his muscular frame. She could feel that he was hard under his pants, and he started to grind against her, faster and faster as she moved her own hips in time with his.

"Fuck Rachel," Sam groaned in her ear, "This would be so much better if I could get you naked,"

Rachel let out a moan and returned his kisses, the grinding became faster, causing the couch to squeak under their weight as the two continued to hump with their clothes on.

Then the door slammed open, and voices filled the room. "OH MY GOD!" Santana's shouting caused Sam to jump up as quickly as possible, and Rachel to sit up and frantically readjust her outfit, she cleared her throat and Sam looked over at Santana sheepishly as she glared at them.

"The hetero in this room is WAY to strong right now," she snapped, Brittany was behind her but didn't seem to really care.

"Hi Santana," Sam muttered, rolling his eyes slightly.

"Trouty Mouth, would you like to go to the bathroom to take care of that?" Santana looked down at Sam's lap which he had covered with his hands, he flushed red and Rachel glared at the laitna who was snickering.

"He doesn't really like to masturbate he usually just likes to have sex," Brittany said behind Santana.

Santana turned to Brittany with wide eyes, "What?"

"We dated for like six months, you dated him too, you would know," Brittany shrugged, "They should just go and have sex in Rachel's curtain area."

Santana was shaking her head but looked back at Rachel and said, "Yeah we can totally ignore the hetero sex noises if you two want to go get busy or whatever,"

Sam shook his head and Rachel flushed, looking at Sam and smiling, "We were just reuniting," she teased.

Sam smiled back, "I love you," was all he said.

"I love you too," she insisted.

Sam had a week to stay in New York and over the first three days they spent a lot of time in bed with each other. It was the first time they would have sex. He had gotten her naked and seen the Finn tattoo on her waist, he ran his hand over it after they had sex and sighed.

"Is it weird?" she asked, "I got it as a tribute," she whispered.

"I miss him too sometimes," Sam said, "I love you so much, and I wonder how proud of you he would be, what he would say, if he'd be better for you than I am,"

"Hey," Rachel took his hand, "I love you Sam, I did love Finn and I thought we would be together forever. But that isn't going to happen. He is gone, and I miss him, I always will. But you treat me so well, I am so happy with you, I don't compare the two of you," she kissed his hand and he smiled at her.

"I got into OSU," he revealed.

Rachel grinned up at him, "I knew you would," she teased.

"I am so excited," he enthused, "I think that I could get a permanent position at Mckinley after, as a co coach, they need one because Bieste wants the help, the team is getting bigger and it'd pay more then assistant coach,"

Rachel nodded, "That sounds like a good plan," she agreed.

"I hope so, it means I could spend summers with you, if you're still in New York," he said with a grin.

"Where else would I be?" she asked.

"California, Peru, China, Vermont, wherever," Sam shrugged, "It would just be me changing my summer plans to be with you,"

Rachel laughed, "I'm glad you are so good with this," she said, "So supportive."

"You support me too," Sam said, "You don't try to change me or tell me I should do something different,"

"I think as long as you're happy," Rachel began, "that it's the only thing that matters,"

"Do you ever wonder when we'll actually get to physically be together all the time?" Sam asked curiously.

"I don't know," Rachel said, "I won't be in New York forever, and I definitely want to be with you someday,"

"Does that mean in the end you'll come back to Lima?" Sam asked, "Or would we go somewhere else?"

"I think in the end I'd return to Lima," she shrugged, "New York is my home, but so is Lima, and if I feel I've done enough Broadway, I definitely want to settle down their,"

"How many years, do you think?" Sam asked, his voice was relaxed, she could tell it was curiosity.

"I honestly don't know," she admitted, "I sometimes think it might be five, and then other days it could be ten,"

"I think we can wait and figure this out as time goes on," Sam sighed, he turned around and hugged her to his chest.

"I love you," she admitted