Hi there, Samchel lovers! This is my new story, which is based on a YouTube video since those are my specialty. Now I know that I should be working on my Blainchel story I Can't Help Falling In Love With You, but I already begged and pleaded with the YouTube user to turn their video into a story so I want to get started before my inspiration leaves my imagination. Sam has definitely been one of my favorite characters and the him and Rachel pairing has also been one of my favorites. If you aren't into big opening narratives like how the first bit of the story starts out, then feel free to scroll down to the dialogue. So everyone sit back, relax and watch me work my magic!

Rachel casually strolled into Glee rehearsal and took her seat. When she sat down, she tried her best to hide the tears that had been threatening to shed all day.

She was sad for numerous reasons. First off, Mercedes, Quinn, Santana and Brittany were no longer in the New Directions. Santana got kicked out by Mr. Schuester who criticized her on her loyalty to the club, Mercedes quit because she thought he was showing too much favoritism toward Rachel. Santana convinced Brittany to quit the New Directions and join Shelby's new group, the Trouble Tones and Quinn decided to go bad over the summer.

The second reason why she was upset was because she had been suspended from school and performing at Sectionals for rigging the class President election and almost getting Kurt expelled. He was very shocked at first, but understood that she was only trying to be a good friend. Even his boyfriend Blaine didn't blame her. The only problem was that because of her suspension and lack of members, the New Directions didn't have a good chance at competing unless they had twelve members.

The very last reason why she was sad was because today marked five months since Sam moved away. She and Sam started dating in May and their relationship lasted until mid-July. Their relationship was short but really sweet. He was utterly sweeter than Finn with their relationship and even her Dads admitted that that preferred him. The best part was that they accepted each other for their flaws and weaknesses. He put up with her stubbornness and perfectionism and she put up with how he was more humorous at times. She also didn't care that he and his family were poor; she loved him all the same.

Love. That four letter word sent tingles down her spine whenever she thought about it or said it. The tragic part was that they never got to that point of bringing up the word. Sure, their relationship was sweet and somewhat intimate, but not enough to bring it up. She knew that she was in love with him, but always chickened out right when she was about to say it. That worried her a little because she knew that he was one of the most attractive guys around and no girl would miss an opportunity to steal him away so she always made plans to say it sooner, but mentally cursed at herself whenever she pretty much almost choked trying to say that simple word.

Their relationship took a dodge ball to the face when Sam's dad announced that their family was moving to Kentucky in mid-July. Of course, she would be the emotional one who everyone had to comfort. Her Dads tried her best doing everything they could, but only Sam could ease the pain just a tiny bit. He promised that they would work it out, and he'll be back to visit with every opportunity he got. On the Evans' last night in Lima before the big move, her Dads invited them over to the house and cooked an extravagant dinner for them. They even proposed a toast, wishing the family the best of luck on their next adventure. Afterwards while everyone cleaned up, she and Sam sat on the porch swing in each other's arms. All the while, she cried into his shirt while he silently tried to hold back his own tears, telling her how sorry he was that he would have to miss her senior year. Again, he promised to work it out to which she was eternally grateful.

The next few weeks were amazingly painful. Sam was busy the first few days because he had to help his family unpack and settle into their new life. He missed no opportunity to call her whenever he could so they could ease each other's pain but after a while the calls became less frequent until they became rare.

Rachel still remembered that dreadful day when he made that dreadful phone call. He expressed that even though he missed her like crazy, it hurt him badly. Obviously he realized that they wouldn't be able to work out no matter how hard they tried and they would eventually meet new people who would help them forget about their summer fling. He wished her luck with her senior year and her future and hung up leaving her speechless. That call left her…bitter. Long gone were those feelings of warm fuzzy love. They were now replaced by bitterness, anger and resent. After a few days taken to process that dreadful call, she decided to take his advice and cleanse herself from him completely. She didn't want to exactly forget him all together, so she took all her pictures and anything that reminded her of him and out them in a box that she kept on the top shelf of her closet. When she hid the box, it was if her soul was lifted from the dirt and she was a whole new person. No more Sam…no more.

Back to the present, she was hit by so many changes as the months went by starting her senior year. Santana, Brittany and Quinn leaving, Blaine transferring to McKinley, getting her dream role in West Side Story, applying for NYADA…and it made her slightly sad that Sam was missing it. There were occasional times when she thought about him. Was he thinking about her? Did her remember her like she remembered him? Did he move on with his life? Did he even miss her?

Stop it, Rachel! Her inner voice screamed at her. He hurt you, you're supposed to forget about him!

Suddenly, she became aware that everyone had come in already. Blaine was sitting comfortably in his seat waiting for Kurt, Puck was trying not to dose off before Mr. Schuester arrived, Finn was helping the new kid Rory with his homework, Tina was busy snuggling with Mike, and Artie was cleaning his wheelchair wheels.

Mercedes and Kurt bounced in the room giggling like little girls. They took their seats next to her.

"Why are you so giggly?" She asked them.

They exchanged glances and started giggling again. "We have a surprise."

She eyed Mercedes. "And who is this surprise for, may I ask?"

She shrugged. "Well…the surprise is for everyone…sort of."

Mr. Schuester came in with his usual enthusiastic smile. "Hey, everyone! How are you all doing?"

Mercedes and Kurt raised their hands. "Mr. Schue, before we do anything else, we have a surprise for the rest of the club."

Mr. Schuester raised his eyebrow. "Um…is this a good surprise?"

Mercedes nodded. "I think it'll cheer us up a bit after all that's happened. We found a member to add to our group. Hopefully it'll give us some hope."

Mr. Schuester shrugged. "Um…sure. Where is this person?"

Kurt opened the door and let the person in.

Rachel literally felt her heart stop. Sam Evans…in the flesh…was back.

He smiled his amazing smile. "Hey guys, I'm back!"

Tina sprang up in her seat. "Sam! What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "Mercedes and Kurt drove all the way up to Kentucky and convinced me to come back. And I wanted to; I missed to all too much."

Everyone came up one by one and hugged and welcomed him back.

Rachel suddenly remembered her bitter feelings she still harbored for him and crossed her arms.

When everyone was done petting him, he noticed that Rachel was the only one still sitting. "Hi, Rachel."

She nodded politely, averting his gaze. "Hello, Sam. Welcome back."

He chuckled playfully and started walking toward her. "Come on, Rachie, give me a hug. Everyone else did! Don't you want to welcome your old boyfriend back?"

She snarled like a cat and sprang up. "Don't even come any closer to me, Sam! You don't deserve a hug from me!"

Sam dropped his arms hurt. "Rachel…come on…"

She stepped back a few steps. "No, Sam."

Finn looked confused. "That's kinda harsh, Rachel."

She whipped her head and glared at him. "I can't forgive him for hurting me this summer, Finn. You may be back to help us win Sectionals but I am so not forgiving you!" She picked up her bag and walked to the door. "Mr. Schuester, I will be starting my week long suspension now." She huffed and walked out the door with her nose in the air.

Sam swallowed nervously. "Suspension?"

Kurt patted his shoulder. "Long story, we'll tell you later."

Mr. Schuester cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well…would you like to start us off with a welcome back solo, Sam?"

Sam nodded. He decided not to let Rachel's outburst bother him…for now. He fished his guitar out of his backpack. "All right, enough of this drama. Let's liven things up! Who knows the song Red Solo Cup?"

How's THIS for a start? Enjoy, Samchel fans!