Blame it on the Alcohol
A/N: This is set between chapters 1 and 2 of my story the Way you make me feel, but I guess it can be a stand alone story too. I don't own any of the Glee story lines or characters. This is Sam/Rachel by the way
There was pounding coming from somewhere and a bright source of light was causing major concern for her already pounding head.
"Yo B, you okay? I wanna make sure you're not lying in a puddle of your own puke" Puck's voice boomed from the closed door.
"Ugh. You are so vile Noah Puckerman. I'll have you know that besides a tremendous headache and dry mouth, I am perfectly coherent in my state from drinking the night before." She replied back, sitting up in her bed.
"Just say you have a fucking hangover B" His voice calls back
"Do you guys have to be so loud? My head is killing me" A voice beside her mumbled
She froze when she recognized that voice. Why was Sam Evans in her bed? She bit her lip and almost shrieked when she realized he was also very naked and in her bed. She felt faint when she realized she was also lacking clothing at the moment.
"Oh my god. Oh my god" She started mumbling. She had dreams like this before but she had always imagined Finn there beside her. Not only was this as bad as she originally thought but Santana was going to murder her.
Sam finally opened his eyes and saw Rachel hovering above him
"Ahh" He yelled. "What the hell is going on?" He sat up and noticed her gripping the sheets.
"Berry, what's going on in there?" Noah's voice called through the door
"Rachel. What's going on? Sam asked, lowering his voice so Puck wouldn't come barging in. He looked down and noticed he was naked and managed to catch the blush on her cheeks when he also caught her watching him. She cleared her throat and pulled the sheets up higher over her naked chest. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over her smooth and tan skin.
"Well Sam, it appears we had a rather interesting night that involved our lack of…clothes as it seems" She whispered
There was some more pounding on the door with Puck shouting "B, what's up. Are you lying in a puddle of your own puke or what?
"I am fine Noah. I will be downstairs in a bit" She called out to him.
"Okay B. I was just gonna tell you that me and Lauren are heading out. Santana left already, bitching about how Bieber ditched her.
She had started to tune him out when she noticed Sam stretching his limbs on the bed. The sheet had fallen low enough for her to see the delicious v outline of his hips. She snapped out of it when she realized Noah was probably waiting on an answer.
"Uh huh, well thanks Noah" She called out, still watching the blonde boy beside her
"Later B" He called back. She heard some shuffling outside the door and then footsteps running down the stairs.
She turned back to face Sam while playing with the fringe from the sheets. How does one even start this conversation? It's not like she had ever been in this kind of situation before.
"Sam I…I don't know what happened last night but I can assure you that this will not go beyond my room. I apologize if my drinking got out of hand last night, I was merely trying to prove a point to Finn. I hope our friendship will not…" She was interrupted by Sam attacking her mouth.
"Rachel, you talk too much" He mumbled in between kisses
"Sam" She breathed as she let the sheet drop from her hands and grabbed onto his hair.
He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers. "You really are the best kind of friend" He said, smirking at her
"But our friendship…what's going to…" He cut her off once again by pressing his lips against that spot on her neck.
"Oh god" She moaned, leaning back so he fell on top of her. She dug her nails into his back and ground her hips into his, earning a grunt from the blonde.
"Hmm Rache. You taste amazing" He whispered into her ear. She grunted when she felt him against her thigh.
"Hey B, where did…Well shit" They both froze when Puck's voice boomed from the open doorway.
"So trouty mouth found his way alright…right into Berry's cherry" Puck cried, smirking at the two of them
"Shut it Puckerman" Rachel yelled, glaring at the boy who still stood in her doorway.
"I think Bieber's already doing a fine job with that B"
"Puck man, leave" Sam said, glaring at the boy
"Okay, I'll let you two finish your little sexing. Wait until I tell Lauren" He said running out the door.
"Oh god. I can't believe that happened" Rachel groaned to Sam. She tried to wiggle out from underneath Sam, but he had her pinned down against the bed. "Sam listen, I know I talk a lot and use too many words but last night"
"Was awesome" Sam finished for her. "I…I don't know what's going on between us but I like how I feel whenever I'm with you"
"But Santana. And Quinn. Oh god, and what about Finn? They are all going to think we did this to get back at them. I…I can't go through that again Sam" She said, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Hey listen" He whispered, turning her head so she could look at him. "I'm glad last night happened and I'm not ashamed of our friendship. Finn and Quinn…They don't matter, but I am dating Santana and she"
"Is going to torture me and rearrange my face?" Rachel asked
"Well I was going to say go all "Lima Heights" on you, but yeah" Sam said, scratching his head.
"Oh god. If she finds out she will make my life more miserable than she already does" Rachel moaned
"I don't know if I can go back to just being friends with you, when all I really want to do is this" He whispered, running his hands up her thighs until they came to a stop right below her chest. She didn't answer him but instead got up and walked towards the door. Sam watched her with a confused expression on his face until he saw her grin while shutting the door and locking it.
Too bad they could no longer blame it on the alcohol.