Hey guys! So, because 'Taking Chances' had so many amazing reviews, I've decided to go on with the story, and write a sequel. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend you read it first, or this story might not make sense. This story does contain some highly explicit materieal (adult themes, sex, cursing, etc.) so if you're not allowed to read any of that, then I don't think that this is the story for you (this chapter is one hundred percent clean, though).

Now on to chapter one:

Love Isn't Always Beautiful

Chapter One

Sam and Rachel were lying breathless and unclothed in Sam's bed, their arms wrapped around each other. Rachel's head was resting on the blonde's muscular chest, his fingers running through her chocolate brown hair.

The brown eyed girl sighed happily, feeling completely satisfied. She was so close to him that she could feel the steady beat of his heart. It was the most soothing sound in the world.

It had been one month since Rachel and Sam had declared their love for each other. The couple had managed to keep their relationship a secret. They had to admit that it was hard to keep such a big secret from their friends and family, but it was also sort of nice; when they were alone, it felt as if they were in their own little world.

"Sam?" Rachel looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"I love you," she whispered, running her fingers through his still sweaty hair.

The blonde man smiled down at her, "I love you too, baby." He kissed her soft, silky hair. "You're so beautiful; never, ever forget that." He thought for a moment. "Hey… where do your parents think you are?"

"Um, I told them that I was sleeping over Santana's house; and then I told Santana that I was studying for a math test, and not to call me, because I can't be distracted, no matter what."

"Good; it looks like we're safe," he chuckled, "You were amazing… you know, a few minutes ago… are you sure that you're not a gymnast?"

Rachel let out a small laugh, "No, Samuel; I'm not a gymnast… though I am a dancer, and I am pretty flexible."

"I knew you had to have some kind of training."

"I'm flattered," she giggled, "but you're pretty good, too." She lifted her head up, and kissed his cheek, "I'm extremely proud to call you my lover… even though I can only say it when there's no one else around."

"Thanks…" he continued to stroke her hair. ""Was… was I your… first?"

"Yes," she smiled, "when we had sex in the classroom- you know, the first time we did- it was my first time having intercourse." She sighed, "But Ialmost did, once."

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "with who?"

"This kid named Jesse," she shrugged, "we were dating, and he sort of… pressured me. But I decided against it; he just didn't seem like the right person," she wrapped her arms around his waist, "I'm glad I waited." She snuggled up closer to him, loving how warm his body was, "What about you?"

"Huh?"

"Who was your… you know… first?"

"Emily Cass," he sighed, "we were in the tenth grade… we did it on a desk… in the room where the celibacy club meetings were held."

"Oh," Rachel said, forcing herself to laugh. She regretted asking him; for some reason, she didn't really like hearing about her boyfriend's past love affairs. "That's pretty ironic."

"I know," he agreed, "I heard that the teacher was asking about the stains."

"That's what those are?" Rachel's eyes widened, "Miss Pillsbury told us that it was yogurt," she giggled, "I can't believe that you went to McKinley, five years ago."

"Yeah," he nodded, "Nothing's really changed. The cafeteria food still sucks, Miss Sylvester still scares the crap out of me… but Coach Tanaka doesn't coach football, anymore. That's a shame."

"A shame?" the short girl shook her head in disbelief, "but the football team has been so much better since coach Bieste took over."

"I know; I just wish he had quit when I was still going there. We could have actually won a game for once."

"You played football?"

"Mhm," he nodded.

"What position did you play?"

"Quarterback."

"Oh," Rachel sighed, realizing that Sam would probably have slushied her a few times, if he was the same age as her, "H-Have you ever… slushied anyone?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "a couple of times… just to fit in."

"Why would you do that?" she sat up, suddenly not wanting him to touch her. "It's cruel, and humiliating."

"I didn't want to… it's just… the rest of the team would have given me so much crap, if I didn't."

"So… you did it to protect your reputation?" she asked, clearly upset.

"Exactly." He nodded, "babe, are you alright?"

"Let me tell you what I know about reputations. Santana, Brittany, and I have been friends since first grade. When we started high school, Santana and Brittany became popular, while I'm one of the main slushie targets… but they still stuck by my side, through thick and thin… because they were loyal, and our friendship came before their reputation."

"Oh my god," Sam's jaw dropped open when he realized why she was so upset, "Rachel, I didn't mean it like that."

"So if we were in high school together, you'd bully me, just to make people think that you're cool?"

"Baby, listen," he gently placed his hands on her shoulders, "I was a jerk back then; if I could go back and change that, I would. If I were going to that school, now, I would beat the crap out of anyone that even tries to hurt you." He kissed her forehead, "I love you so much; you know that, right?"

"Mhm," the brown eyed girl nodded, beginning to lie back down next to him. She rested her head back on his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her petite body.

"Goodnight baby," he whispered into her ear.

"Goodnight Sammy... I love you," she yawned, already beginning to drift to sleep in his arms.

~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~

Sam woke up, the next morning, to the strong smell of fresh coffee brewing from the kitchen. He smiled when he saw that Rachel was no longer lying beside him, and sat up in bed. The small girl was known to be a morning person.

He walked out of the bedroom, and into the average sized kitchen, to see Rachel, wearing one of his white t-shirts, and a pair of blue cotton panties, her shiny brown hair falling over her shoulders in waves.

He quietly walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Rachel slightly jumped in surprise, whirling around so her back was now facing the counter, coffee pot in hand. "Hey," she smiled at him.

"Good morning," he murmured into her neck, placing kisses up her jawbone and running his hand up and down her arm.

"Saaaaaam," Rachel moaned, her head flopping back, slightly. "n-no…" she shook her head, removing his face from her neck, "We can't… it's too early,"

The blonde man smirked, "it's never too early for lovin', baby."

She giggled as he wrapped an arm around her torso, pulling her even closer to him, and set the pot of coffee down. The petite brunette wrapped her arms around his neck and stood and her tippy toes, pressing her lips against his. She loved the way he looked right then; he was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants, leaving his chest deliciously bare. His hair was still messy from the night before, which made him look even sexier.

"So…" Sam said as he walked up to the top right hand cabinet, taking out two coffee mugs, "what do you want to do today? Anything you want, I'm up for it." He poured coffee into each of their mugs.

"I'm not sure..." she sighed, "it can't be anything too public though… I don't want us to get caught."

"True," he agreed.

"Hmm…" she thought out loud, "how about… we go to the beach?"

"The beach?" Sam raised an eyebrow, "in October?"

"Yeah; I mean, it won't be too cold, since it's still pretty early in the fall, and it's an off time, so no one will see us."

"Alright," he smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head, "we'll go to the beach."

"Great," she leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"You're just lucky I love you so much," he joked, sitting down at the table.

The petite girl followed him to the table, taking a sip from her coffee, "of course I am." She thought for a moment, "You know… we're eventually going to need to tell a few people about… us."

"Who?"

"Well, I really want to tell Santana and Brittany at some point."

"What?" his eyes widened, "no way; Rach, I know that you're friends with them, but… they're not as…mature… as you."

The brown eyed brunette sighed, "Actually, it's only Brittany; Santana can definitely be trusted with this kind of thing. And… I… I just don't like lying to her."

"I know, baby." He draped an arm over her shoulders, "I don't like it either… but we have no choice."

"I know," she nodded, burying her face into his shoulder, "I love you," she whispered to him.

"I love you too, baby." He kissed her temple.

~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~

Rachel smiled as she breathed in the early October air, as she and Sam walked onto the sandy beach. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining brightly, and there were only a few clouds in the sky. The sand felt pretty warm in between her toes; not hot, like it would be if you were to go in the middle of July or August, but it was still pretty warm.

The small girl rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder as she laced her fingers with his. "It's so beautiful, here."

"Yeah," he smiled down at her, squeezing her hand in his, "but not as beautiful as you."

Rachel blushed as she looked up at him with her long, dark, eyelashes, "You're so sweet, Sammy." She set their beach towel down on the sand and sat down on it, urging him to sit down next to her.

Sam sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her petite body. Rachel giggled and turned her head to face him, pressing her lips against his. "I love coming when there's no one else here. It's so peaceful; a great place to just sit and… think."

"I know," he agreed, staring up at the morning sky.

She sighed. "I remember when we were little kids, and Santana's mom would take her, Brittany, and me here all the time when we were little. We would always climb those rocks, over there," Rachel said as she pointed to the mountain of humungous rocks; half of them were resting in the shallow water, the other half sitting on the sand. "… even when the lifeguard would yell at us to get off."

The blonde man smiled at his girlfriend's memory, "I've had a few good memories here, too. What I was in high school, I had this friend Tony, whose dad owned this really cool boat. During one summer, the two of us would spend almost every single day on that boat; fishing, water tubing… whatever we could think of…" he sighed, "but I just know that it would be over ten times better, if you were there, too."

"Well…" she blushed, "… I wish I could have been there, too… but I think that I was starting junior high, at the time."

Sam chuckled, pressing his lips against hers. Rachel giggled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, and she opened up her mouth, granting him entrance. The green eyed man placed his hand on her back, his mouth moving in synchronization with hers. Rachel's hands reached up, her fingers gently weaving through his golden blonde hair. She moaned as their tongues danced, creating one of the most incredible feelings in the world.

"I really need to tell you," Sam breathed when they finally broke apart, draping an arm over her shoulders, "… that I really love being with you. I've never met a girl like you before, Rachel."

The small girl smirked, "You mean, a girl that's five years your junior?"

"You know what I mean," he shook his head, "but seriously… you have no idea how much I love you… I don't want to ever be with another girl, again… just with you."

"Well that's pretty good to know," she smiled, "because I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm glad." He smiled. He squeezed her hand, gently kissing her knuckles, happy to be able to hold her in his arms.

~S~R~S~R~S~R~S~R~

Rachel sighed as she walked down the hallway, after the long day at school. She was beginning to realize that taking four advanced placement classes, this year, might not have been the best idea that she's had.

Her pace increased, slightly, as she continued to walk down the halls, anxious to get to get to her favorite classroom. When she finally made it to the English room, she walked in, remembering to shut the door behind her.

"Sam?" the brown eyed girl walked up to Sam's desk.

Sam looked up from the papers on his desk, "Hey, babe."

"So," she sat on his lap, "What are you doing?"

The blonde man shrugged his shoulders, "Just grading some tests."

"Oh," she looked down at the wooden desk, "I was wondering when we were going to get those back; it's been a while."

"Well," he smirked, "I would have had them graded earlier, but someone's been distracting me for the past month."

"Oh really now?" she began to get out of his lap, "do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no," Sam shook his head, pulling her closer to him. Rachel smiled at him, before placing kisses up his neck. He sighed, hesitantly lifting her face from her neck. "Baby, I really want to, but I seriously need to give back these papers."

"Well… then I'll help you." She took a few of the tests in her hand, "is there a key, or something, that I can use?"

"Here," he pulled her test from the completed pile, "just use yours; you got another one hundred percent." The green eyed man set the graded test in front of his girlfriend.

Rachel looked at the test, before looking back at the other student's paper, reading the name at the top. "Finn?" she looked back up at Sam, "Finn's your student?"

"Mhm," he hummed as he began to grade Brittany's test, "wait?" he questioned in realization, "is Finn Hudson… your…"

"Yes," she nodded, "He's my ex boyfriend."

"Don't you think he's a little too… how do I put this nicely… dumb… for you?"

Rachel giggled, "Why do you think I dumped him?"

"Sam?" the couple heard a knock at the door. Rachel quickly jumped off of Sam's lap, right before the door swung open, as Mr. Shue walked into the room.

"Hey, do you know what-" the curly haired teacher looked at Rachel. "Rachel? What's going on, here?"

"Um… Sa- I mean Mr. Evans was just… tutoring me…"

"Oh… well… I see that you two are busy… I'll just come back later…" he walked up to the door, "Oh, and Rachel, don't forget that glee club is tomorrow, instead of Thursday, this week."

"I won't." she smiled as he left.

"Well…" Sam sighed, "That was close,"

"Yeah," the short girl agreed, "we need to remember to lock the door, next time."

"Definitely," he nodded as he looked back down at Brittany's test, "Uh… do you know why Brittany answered almost every single question with a picture of a unicorn?"

"No," she let out a small laugh, "that's just her being… Brittany."

"Oh… "He thought for a moment, "has… has she always been like that?"

"Yup," Rachel nodded, "for as long as I've known her, anyway."

He smiled, "I think it pretty cool… that you've been for close for so long."

"Yeah," she smiled, "they're like my sisters…" she laughed to herself, "Santana's actually beaten up every one of our ex boyfriends."

"Seriously?" Sam asked in disbelief, "Even Finn?"

"Of course," she nodded, "Do you know how Finn sort of walks funny?" The blonde man nodded, "Well, he walked normal, before Santana got to him."

"Ouch," Sam cringed at the thought of what the Latina might have done to him, "I guess it's a good thing I'm never breaking up with you… or we could have a serious problem on our hands."

"Good… because I'm never breaking up with you, either." She sat back in his lap, pressing her head against his chest, "I love you, Sam."

The green eyed man smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head, "I love you too, Rachie… so much."

So? What did you think? I hope I didn't bore you guys to death with this chapter. The next one will be much more interesting, and play a bigger part in the plot (I'm about halfway done with it, but it's going to take a lot of reviews in order for me to post it). So please, please, please review!