Hey guys! This is a new story I have been writing, I couldn't help myself. This is a future fic, so tell me what you think!

Word Count: 1,525

Summary: Rachel dies in a car crash, how can her fiancé, Sam, deal with it? He sees her everywhere after her death and thinks he has lost his mind, little does he know that Rachel is his guardian angel.

Pairing: Sam and Rachel

WARNING: Might include sexual content and adult language.

Sam sat down on the couch and put his arms around his fiancé after putting 'Funny Girl' in the DVD player. He knew it was Rachel's favorite movie, and even though she picked the last 5 movies that week, he let her pick again because he knew damn well he would never hear the end of it.

"Thank you, Sammy." Rachel kissed his shoulder before resting her head on it and fixing her eyes on the TV screen. Sam smiled down at her, kissed her forehead and focused on the movie he's watched over 30 times.

One hour into the movie, Rachel noticed that Sam had fallen asleep peacefully on the couch. She kissed his forehead before turning the movie off and going up stairs into their room to change. Once she was there, she took off all her clothing and grabbed her nightgown. She turned to the sound of a phone vibrating and knew it was Sam's. She debated on opening the message, she wasn't the kind of girl to snoop through other people's private things. Sam wouldn't mind if she checked the message, right? She hesitated before quickly going over to the nightstand to grab his phone. She slid over the unlock button and the first name she saw was Quinn's.

Her eyes scanned the message quickly before anger ran through her body. Rachel put her clothes back on and grabbed her car keys before heading towards the front door. She turned the doorknob but stopped when she heard groaning coming from the couch.

"Baby, where you going?" a tired Sam said from the couch.

Rachel's eyes were flooded with tears. "How could you?" She shook her head and let the tears pour down her face rapidly. Sam sat there discombobulated before he shook his head while laughing.

"Rae, what are you talking about? Are you practicing for broadw-?" Rachel couldn't take it much longer, she stormed up to him and slapped him across the face mid-sentence.

"You're cheating on me! With that whore, Quinn!" She was shaking now. Sam sat there astonished.

"Rachel, I am not cheating on you." He said once the shock wore off. He stood up and was now right in front of the dismayed brunette. "You know I would never do that! I'm in love with you."

Rachel just stared at him while fighting back the feeling to punch him. "Oh, really? Then why the hell did she text you, 'Last night was fun, let's do it again tomorrow'?" Her voice cracked while saying what she had read. Sam's eyes went wide and his body was rigid.

"Rachel, listen to me," He put his hand gently on her shoulder before she smacked it off. "I would never, ever do that to you. We are going to be married in a few months. She is lying. Don't you see it?! She is trying to ruin our relationship!" His hands were now balled up into fist. "She wants us to fight, she is planning all this!"

Rachel shook her head, tears still rolling down her cheeks. "I don't know anything anymore, Sam." She pointed her finger right at his face. "You said you loved her in high school, how do you know if you haven't gotten over her?" Sam scoffed.

"Are you really asking me that right now? How many times do I have to tell you, Rachel?! I fucking love you, not Quinn, not Santana, you!" She slightly jumped at his yelling. The petite girl shook her head and headed to the front door yet again.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked in disbelief while throwing his hands up in the air.

"Out and away from you!" Rachel slammed the door behind her and quickly jumped in her car before backing out the drive way and on to the road.

Her eyes were getting blurry as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel and the tears she was trying to hold back were falling. She loved Sam, she really did, but she couldn't handle the thought of him with another woman. She sobbed as she took a hand off the wheel and wiped her eyes and nose, that's when she heard the loud ringing horn of a train getting louder. Rachel blinked and looked to the left to see a big white light. For a millisecond, she felt her arm snap and glass cutting into her face before she felt-nothing.

Sam watched as Rachel slammed the door, but not before he saw the true hurt in her eyes. Once she was gone he groaned frustratedly and grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys before heading to his car. Five minutes later he arrived at Quinn's house, angry and hurt.

He got off the car and pounded on her front door. Quinn opened the door confused.

"Why the hell are you pounding on my door at 2 in the mo-"

"You bitch." Quinn stopped talking as she got cut off by Sam. She scoffed and crossed her arms.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"You heard me. You are bitch. A jealous bitch that needs to learn that I have a fucking fiancé whom I love. She saw that message Quinn. Why the actual hell would you do that?!" Sam spat out in anger, still standing outside on her porch.

Quinn smirked as she moved aside. "Come in."

Sam shook his head in disbelief. "You are- you- God Quinn. You know what? No. No! I will not come in, stop texting me, stop calling me," He turned to leave but then looked at her with hatred. "and stop ruining my life." He watched as her smug face turned into a hurt expression. Sam angrily walked down the drive way and to his car before hearing Quinn call his name.

"SAM! You listen to me! You don't know what you are missing out on!" She tried not to let her voice crack. "You know what?! Fine! Leave! Never come back!" And with that, she heard Sam's tires squeak as he drove off and away from her house.

Once Sam got home he noticed Rachel wasn't back yet, he knew she wasn't a little girl, but he felt like he should always watch out for her. He quickly got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He closed the door gently and walked up the stairs into his and Rachel's room.

After sitting down on the bed, he took out his phone and called Rachel. Sam sighed as the voicemail of his fiancé rang into his ear. "Where the hell could she be?" Sam whispered to himself.

The emerald eyed boy decided to lie down and take a nap, he knows that Rachel will come back any minute apologizing and they will say the 'I love you's' and then they will have make up sex. Sam was counting on that- until he woke up 4 hours later to realize that his phone was ringing and he was the only one in the king sized bed.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and groggily answered the phone. "Hello?" He sat straight up listening to every word the person was saying. "What do you mean? Is she okay? Where the hell is she?" Sam ran his hand through his hair and he felt his heart beating a hundred times faster.

'I'm sorry Mr. Evans. Your fiancé is-'

Sam shook his head. "She's what?" Sam's voice cracked badly as his throat was tightening up and he felt the tears burning his eyes.

He heard the doctor sigh on the other line. 'She's dead. I'm very sorry for your loss, she got in an acci-'

Sam couldn't take it anymore. He hung up and dropped the phone before his body started shaking with uncontrollable sobs. He fell to his knees and gripped his hair tightly while his tears fell on the cold hard wood floor. He lost it. He lost her. The only good thing in his life, gone.

His fist pounded the floor multiple times harshly, his fist already bleeding. "Why.." He whispered to himself as he let out another sob. "WHY?!" Sam looked up to the ceiling while screaming. "WHY HER?! TELL ME! WHY?! " He screamed at the top of his lungs, yelling at thin air.

He sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down- but failed. The sobs came back as he put his head in his hands. "Rachel..." Sam's eyes clenched shut before a flash of brown hair and chocolate eyes flashed through his head, after that, his body gave out.

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