Well, here it is. The much anticipated sequel to A Night to Remember. It's not necessary to read that one first, but if you want to see what kind of night Sam & Rachel had at prom, then by all means please do! I can't thank you enough for all the encouragement to write the follow up. I certainly hope this one measures up. Oh by the way, while Glee and the characters aren't mine…the story is and all mistakes too. XOXO

Rachel awoke to the sun blazing through her bedroom window. She squinted, looking across her room and realizing she hadn't closed her blinds before she left the previous night. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. 12:09 p.m. Rachel tossed the covers back and sprung out of bed. She had never slept past eight o'clock in her entire lifetime. She frantically rummaged through her closet looking for something to wear.

Finally settling on a cute navy blue sundress, she grabbed her cell phone from her dresser. She scrolled through the handful of texts she had received while she slept. One from Mercedes checking to see if she made it home ok, one from Tina raving about how great prom was and that included an exuberant number of exclamation points and finally one from Kurt. She only had time to catch the first few words of his text as one from Sam immediately popped up.

Are we still on for lunch?

Yes. Rachel quickly typed back.

Great, I'll pick you up around 1:15.

I'll be ready. Rachel grimaced, noting that he was planning on arriving a bit earlier than she expected. She needed to get moving if she was going to be ready in time. Tossing the phone back onto her dresser, she gathered her dress and headed to the bathroom. Her phone beeped again to alert another incoming text message, but she was already running the water for her shower.

She showered and dressed as quickly as she could. She blow dried her hair, deciding to simply pull to a few small strands back at the crown of her head and braid them. Rachel dabbed a bit of lip gloss on and eyed herself in the bathroom mirror. She was satisfied she had pulled off a somewhat radiant summery look. The only left to do was find her navy blue crocheted ballet flats.

The doorbell sounded downstairs as she was searching for her flats. Despite the fact that her closet was impeccable and color coded, Rachel was having a hard time locating her shoes. Quite possibly, she thought, because of my love of shoes. Maybe 25 pairs of ballet flats are a bit too much? The doorbell chimed again as she finally found the shoes and held them up triumphantly. She wondered why one of her dads hadn't answered the door yet. She grabbed her cell phone and small clutch purse from her dresser. She slipped on her shoes as she descended the staircase.

She flung open the front door to find Sam watching her neighbor weed his flower garden. He whirled around and smiled when he caught a glimpse of Rachel.

"I thought you were gonna keep me waiting all day."

"You seemed to be occupying your time by watching Mr. Morris work in his garden." Rachel grinned, opening the door wider so Sam could come in.

"It was fascinating." Sam kidded, stepping into the foyer of her home. His stylish suit from the previous evening was now replaced with a pair of faded jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Rachel slowly closed the door behind him. She walked to the kitchen, Sam following close behind her. The house was quiet. She glanced around for any sign of her fathers. An empty coffee mug was in the sink and a note scrawled on a piece of paper nearby. Rachel picked it up, reading to herself.

"Well that explains why they didn't answer the door." Rachel finally said out loud. She crumpled the note, dropping into the trash as she walked back towards the front door.

"Everything ok?" Sam asked, jogging to catch up with her. Rachel flung open the front door. She stepped outside, inhaling deeply and looking towards the sky.

"Yep." She turned to him and smiled. "My dad's went to an art exhibit today, that's what the note was about. They said they hoped we had a great time at prom. They didn't want to wake me from my beauty sleep this morning."

She walked to Sam's car and opened the passenger door. He sprinted around to the driver's door, sliding in behind the wheel. Sam flashed her a lopsided grin as he put the car in reverse.

"I thought we could go to A Vegan Dream." Sam suggested, as he maneuvered the car through town.

"That sounds great. They have a fabulous Chana Masala." Rachel beamed.

"So you've been there before?" Who was he kidding? It was the only vegan place in town, so he was sure she'd been there. Thankfully his mom knew about the place, because he had never even heard of it until now.

"A few times." She grinned sheepishly.

The restaurant was brightly light, almost to the point of hurting Sam's eyes. He squinted as he eyed the menu. He was a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so most of the dishes listed on the menu were a little intimidating and the names were hard to pronounce. He had no idea if any of them were even edible and certainly didn't want to embarrass himself by spitting out the food in his napkin or worse. Sam finally gave up trying to decide on what to order and picked the next meal he laid eyes on. Cajun Blackened Tofu Stroganoff it was. Rachel nodded her head in approval at his choice. Sam briefly wondered if he should've eaten a snack before he came.

"What time did you get up this morning?" Sam asked, in between bites of a breadstick. He figured if his meal was half as good as the breadsticks, then he would be ok.

"I'm mortified to admit it was after noon." Rachel tore a breadstick in half, waving it in her fingers, as she scrunched up her nose.

"Ah, don't feel bad. I would've slept that late too, but I had to have my suit back by ten." He shrugged. "I mean really, who thinks it's a good idea to have guys returning suits and tuxes the day after prom so early?"

Rachel nodded in agreement; her retort interrupted by her vibrating phone. Her clutch was hanging on her chair, so she reached around and fished it out. She glanced at the screen, seeing Kurt's name flashing it across it. She fought the urge to just turn her phone off completely. Sam looked at her pensively, as she quickly flipped the phone open. Turning in her seat just slightly, she bent her head and whispered into the phone.

"What is it Kurt?"

"Where have you been? I texted you this morning and have tried calling several times." He spat in to the phone.

"I'm a little preoccupied right now. Can't this wait until later?" Rachel peered around her hair that had fallen loosely around her shoulders. Sam was carelessly playing with his straw wrapper.

"No, as a matter of fact it can't." Kurt said, sternly.

Rachel's eyes widened as Kurt proceeded to spill the news he just couldn't wait to share. Sam glanced up to see her mouth agape. She never uttered a word, but simply listened to whoever was talking on the other end of the phone. She ducked her head back down slightly and then ended the call. A look of disbelief was on her face as she slipped her phone back into her clutch.

"What was that all about?" Sam finally asked.

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