HEY GUYS SO THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT A SAMCHEL STORY, AND ITS ALSO A FUTURE FIC (MAYBE SLIGHTLY AU). I HAVEN'T SEEN THE WHOLE SERIES YET, CATCHING UP ON EPS IN MY FREE TIME SO WHERE I AM AT THE MOMENT THEY AREN'T TOGETHER BUT EVEN NOW I FEEL LIKE THEY BELONG TOGETHER. PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK
I was finally going home! Back to McKinley High. Back to Lima Ohio and back to the man who had said that he would wait for me to have reached where I wanted to be. After six years on Broadway, two of which had been my greatest success I was ready to come back and fulfil the promise I had made to the man who had told me that he loved me. I was hoping that he would still take me back. I mean six years was a really long time and he could've moved on, if it wasn't for the reassurances that I got from my old glee club teacher and confidant then I would probably have ignored it and not come back. I needed to see Sam Evans, needed to see that smile that made me feel so happy and the green eyes that held so much love and happiness even though he'd seen too many trials in his life.
My first stop upon arriving back in Lima, Ohio, was to visit my dad's. If it felt like a long time since seeing Sam it was definitely hard not being around my fathers every day, they had always been there for me and supported my dreams no matter what they were. They had seen me on Broadway and had promised to pick me up at the airport, but this was a surprise trip, especially since I wasn't supposed to be home for another six days. A week early shouldn't be too bad. So when I got out of the taxi and made my way up to the home that my fathers had brought just before I left to go on tour, I took a deep breath. I was a different person now, having won two Tony awards and being selected to play the role of my favourite Chicago character Roxy Hart, but turning it down because home was calling for me, Sam was calling me. I knocked on the door and I could hear my father's moving down the hall asking each other who it could possibly be? When the door opened, I heard their gasps of shock as I was pulled into their embrace.
"Oh Rachel, darling it's so good to see you" they both chorused as I was ushered into the house, my bags being taken from my hands and dropped outside the room that I would be staying in. At least for a little while. For the next three hours, my fathers and I talked about everything, catching up on the news and sharing bits of trivia from my time on Broadway, but eventually they let me go when I told them that I wanted to go to surprise Sam. They both smiled and kissed my cheeks, wishing me good luck. I smiled to myself as I walked out the door and to the car that they had given me when I was eighteen years old, the one they'd given to me before I left for NYADA and before I came back after a run on Broadway and a failed TV show. The car that I had left behind again when I'd agreed to my new contract for a Broadway show that hadn't been a complete success but hadn't exactly been a flop either.
It felt odd driving the streets of Lima, Ohio again after being away for so long. Honestly the reason I had come back early was because today was a special day for Sam and I wanted to be there to celebrate. He was 25 today and somehow knowing that I was getting to celebrate with him when the last time I had seen him was at his 21st, it made me feel bad about all the time we had lost. It had been hard leaving Sam behind, he was just as supportive as Finn, if not a little more so but that didn't make him entirely perfect and it didn't make me perfect either. When he'd broken up with me about two months before I left I was heartbroken, I didn't even know if I still wanted to go but I had because it was what I had dreamed of since I was a little kid. But then the promise he'd made before I'd left again was a promise, one that we'd made to say that when I was ready I could come home and he would be ready, waiting for me with open arms. But it had been six years and I know how hard it was to resist temptations at times, but I had because every time someone made a pass at me all I could think of was Sam and how betrayed he would feel. Pulling up outside McKinley high school, I smiled, remembering everything that had gone on inside the school walls. The glee rehearsals, the friendships I'd made and the joy that we'd had. The fights, the break ups, the tears and broken promises where there too and had made each of us stronger. All I wanted to do was run back into the choir room and scream "I'm home!" but there was no one there at the moment, classes where in session which meant that Sam would be in his office as coach and working out the next play for the football team. But first I had to go to the office and sign in.
It was odd signing in at the office, I'd never had to do that before but now as an ex-pupil with no connection to the school there wasn't much I could do. I walked down the hall taking the long way to the gym and remembering things that made me feel happy about what was to come. Walking into the gym, I stood outside the door for the boys lockers, if anyone saw this it might look repulsive and I might get called a pervert but the lady at the office had said that there were no PE lessons on during this lesson so I had the next 45 minutes in their without being caught, well presumably without getting caught. I took a deep breath, feeling the butterflies and letting out a shaky breath as my hand reached out for the door handle. I hadn't even been this nervous when I'd been on Broadway but I guess this was a new kind of terror that I was experiencing, one that somehow given the circumstances felt right. Opening the door I made my way through the endless mass of lockers and found Sam with his back to me, pen scraping across the whiteboard, drawing out plans for the upcoming game. I smiled, how at home he looked in those red shorts and that white polo shirt, I bit my lip. I could never grow tired of seeing this man with shorts on, showing off his legs, he had a body to die for and I wanted it to be all mine. At that thought I barely suppressed a moan and made my way over to him, stopping just short as I cleared my throat.