Hey, Glee/ Evanberry lovers. I'm EvanberryFTW, your author for this story. (Wow that sounded a little awkward; sorry about that) This is the first chapter of 'Somewhere Only We Know' (but you probably already know that, since you clicked the link to this story) I really hope you enjoy it, because I really enjoyed writing this first chapter. But this story is rated M for smut; you have been warned.

IMPORTANT NOTE: the story takes place right after sectionals. So Sam and Quinn are still together, and Finn and Rachel just broke up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam, Rachel, Glee, or any of the other charecters. Ryan Murphey does. I'm just borrowing them for fun.

Now I'll stop talking so you can get to the story.

Somewhere Only We Know

Chapter One

Rachel didn't mean for this to happen. How could she? She only knew Sam Evans for about three months, and she had rarely ever spoken to him. He had only came to her house to return the world history notes that she had let him copy earlier in the week.

They were talking about several different things, glee club, Avatar, and their teacher's terrible body odor, when Sam and leaned in and kissed her. The small girl was surprised, but didn't protest when the kiss became more passionate as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

The green eyed boy now smirked as he pulled Rachel's panties off of her, exposing her pussy to him. He spread her legs out a little wider, his erection throbbing wildly, now. Sam took his sweet time kissing up her inner thighs, brushing his thumb over her clit. Rachel squirmed involuntarily, needing him to do something soon. "Sammy please," she whimpered, "don't tease,"

Sam chuckled to himself, lowering his head down to her center. Rachel could feel his breath on her aching core, and she pressed her hands onto the top of his head, pushing him down further. Then finally (finally) he thrust his tongue into her center. He dragged his tongue flat in a deliberate line up to her clit, swirling it around the bundle of nerves. She cried out, her nails digging into his scalp as he continued to take slow licks, "You taste so fucking good, baby," he mumbled, his hands running circles on her upper left thigh.

Rachel knew that this was wrong, she and Finn had just broken up, and Sam was dating Quinn. She knew that it was wrong, but Sam was making her feel so good, better than she had ever felt before, that it felt so right.

"Oh, oh god, Sam!" Rachel moaned, her hips arching forward to his face. Sam smiled when he heard her gasp as he sucked her clit and reached to press a finger inside of her. The urge to be inside her was overwhelming, but he wanted to get her off with his mouth first. His jeans were beginning to feel unbearable, so he reached down and unzipped his pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure from his cock. He pulled his finger out of her body before spearing her center with his tongue and nuzzling her clit with his nose. Her fingers gripped his hair and tugged as she pressed her body closer to his eager mouth.

"Oh, Sam. God, I'm so close," she gasped out before her words turned clipped and unintelligible. Her body began to shake, and she cried out his name loudly as she came. He kept his mouth on her, lapping up her juices and moaning against her flesh until she pushed him away because she couldn't take anymore.

Sam dragged his mouth along the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses as she panted heavily and gazed up at him. He looked up at her and smiled, crawling back up to her.

Rachel could see Sam's erection almost bursting at the seam of his jeans, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down as far as she could. Sam finished the job, throwing the article of clothing across the room. He placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her in to kiss him. The blonde's hand trailed behind Rachel, beginning to grope her ass.

When he heard Rachel whimper against his mouth, Sam's need to be buried inside of her was too much, and he quickly pulled away, making her sit up. Without any protests from the brunette, he quickly pulled her shirt and bra up and over her head, pulling his off, afterwards. After pulling off his boxers, he positioned himself above her and looked into her eyes, making sure that she was ready. When she looked up at him with the same amount yearning that he was feeling, he quickly slipped himself inside of her.

"Oh Sam," Rachel moaned as he began to thrust in and out of her. "Oh god, go- mmm- go faster, Sam."

"Rach… oh god, Rach," he grunted. He was already feeling the urge to shoot his load inside of her, he had been holding it in for so long, but he held back, not wanting to embarrass himself.

"S-S-Saamm," the brunette hissed, her hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. This was the most incredible, most indescribable feeling in the world

Sam slipped Rachel's right nipple into his mouth, his tongue slipping and sliding around it as he sucked on it. There was no way that he could possibly describe Rachel's breasts. They were beautiful, and even though he had never seen another woman's breasts before, and this was the his first time seeing hers, Rachel's were definitely his favorites.

"Fuck Rachie!" Sam rasped, thrusting in deeper. "Fuck… you're fucking… amazing… Christ!"

Rachel's hands reached up and weaved into his hair, tugging lightly. "Holy god," she whimpered, "Feels… so fucking good…"

"Fuck… fuck fuck… baby… this is so fucking tight!" His fingers pressed hard against her hips, his fingertips turning white.

"Ohholyfuck!" Rachel gasped as she thrust up, meeting him halfway. They were both moaning, and groaning, and sweating and panting, and god, it's so good. She felt their hips collide harder and harder, and she couldn't take it, she couldn't breathe.

Sam threw his head back and moaned at the sensation that the tightness was giving him, his body aching for release. "Rachel… fuck!" he groaned, "I'm going to cum inside of you… do you want that, baby?"

"Y-yes… give me that hot cum, Sammy… don't hold back," she mewled, her fingers tugging harder at his hair.

One last thrust of his hips was enough for Sam. His body trembled harder as his orgasm hit him hard. He moaned loudly, screaming out her name, emptying himself into her.

When Rachel felt Sam's cum spill into her, she lost all control. Her back arched, wildly, and her moans became louder. Through her uncontrollable babbling, Sam could make out a few words, like, 'Sam', 'fuck', 'feels', and 'god'. He sped up his movements, helping her ride out her orgasm.

"S-S-Sam," Rachel's breathing was still pretty erratic, as she buried her face into his chest, "That was…"

"Incredible," he finished, his body still trembling. Rachel's sigh of happiness turned to sadness. The fact that she was so happy, made her sad (if that made any sense). She knew that he wasn't hers. She didn't get to keep him. Sam was Quinn's boyfriend, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, except lay there, and relish their last few intimate minutes together.

"What kind do you want?" Santana asked as her eyes scanned all the different brands of pregnancy tests, in the local Walgreens.

Rachel zoned back in as the Latina asked her a question. "I'm not sure; I guess the one that's easiest to read."

Brittany made a disgusted face as she held one of the boxes in her hand, "I don't think that you'd like this one, Rae. It says that you have to pee on a stick."

The shorter girl laughed at her ditzy friend, "Good to know, Britt."

"You know what I'd like to know?" Santana said as she turned her attention away from the tests, "I I'd like to know why I'm just finding out that my girl hooked up with trouty mouth." She paused for a moment, "Was he good?"

Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes, "Well… I wouldn't know… it was my first time."

"Did you like it?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah," she smiled, "It was… really… wonderful. The feeling… it's really hard to describe… I wish I could feel it again."

"Well," Santana thought out loud, "You know, if you really want to, later tonight, Britt and I are going to-"

"As flattered as I am, Santana, I'm not really into that."

The darker girl shrugged, "Your loss," she shook her head, "So when are you going to tell Evans?"

Rachel sighed, "I'm not sure. I just really hope that I'm not pregnant. I mean, I would feel so bad if I had to dump all this baby stuff on him; Sam's a really nice guy, and he has a girlfriend-"

"Who you hate!" Santana interrupted, "Quinn's a bitch, Rae. Could you imagine what she would do if she found out that you were having her boyfriend's kid?"

"Make my life miserable? Yeah, I'd rather just try to avoid that."

"Please," Santana rolled her eyes and shook her head, "like she'll ever try anything with me around."

"Yeah," Brittany nodded, "Rachie, if Quinn's mean to you, then Santana will just ambush her with her hurtful, terrible words."

"I know," Rachel nodded, "But I don't want to rock the boat. We've just won sectionals, and if a bunch of drama just pops up all of a sudden, we'll lose our focus, and then lose Regionals, just like last year."

"Regionals is months from now," Santana crossed her arms, "I'm sure that Barbie would get over losing her Ken, by then."

The petite brunette sighed. "Look, I don't even know if I'm pregnant, yet. Here," she took one of the pregnancy tests, "the box says that if I'm pregnant, the word yes will show up, and the word no if I'm not."

The two other girls sighed, but let go of the issue, following her to the checkout counter.

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After the cashier had checked out their purchase, Rachel, Santana, and Brittany drove back to the Berry household. Rachel's dads were on a business trip, so the girls wouldn't have to worry about running into them. They walked up the stairs and into Rachel's room.

"So," Santana said, taking the box out of the bag, "do you want to do this now?"

"No," Rachel shook her head, "I think I want to tell Sam, first; you know, just so he knows that it's possible."

"Rae," the Latina sighed, "it's okay to be afraid. The thought of having a baby in high school is a scary thing. If you're just too afraid to take the test now, then you can tell us."

The petite brunette's stomach began to turn in knots, and she began to feel tears welling up in her eyes, "I don't know what to do," she sobbed, "I-I'm only sixteen; I can't raise a baby. I'm not even in a relationship with the father,"

"It's okay, Rachie," Brittany pulled her friend into a hug, "It's going to be fine."

"Yeah;" Santana agreed with the blonde, "if anyone even tries to mess with you, Imma go all Lima heights on them."

Rachel smiled, "I love you guys,"

"We love you too," the Latina thought for a moment, "so when are you thinking of telling Sam that you might be having his baby?"

"I don't know," she sighed, "on Monday, I guess; the sooner the better, right?"

"Right," Santana agreed.

So what do you guys think? Do you like it so far? And I know, not a lot of Sam/ Rachel interaction. But don't worry, it'll all start in chapter two. I'll update as soon as I can, but reviews do get the creative juices flowing *hint hint* :)