Okay, so the sneak peek of today's Glee ep got me pretty excited about my 'side pairing' Samchel with a hint of Blam. Hint as in... oh well you know me. I like to call it Blamchel. And I wanted to wait until I've finished this fic until I posted it but now I don't everything because of my feels. Well. I hope some of you like this experimental OT3-fic.

Please note: I started the story right after Season 4 when Rachel & Kurt still didn't like having Santana living with them and I didn't change it when it changed in canon! I also started to write this when Cory/Finn was still alive and, too, didn't change that fact. He still lives in our hearts! :-)

Every Couple's Dream

"Can you believe this girl? Look at that! A letter. An actual freaking letter!"

Kurt slammed some sheets on the kitchen table Rachel was sitting on and threw his hands in the air. He kept on mumbling something about 'personal confrontation' but Rachel didn't bother to listen, she simply grasped the item of his anger and read it.

It was from Santana, telling them she had moved out.

Rachel looked around the loft. No things had vanished (so far, so good) but that included Santana's stuff.

"But her clothes and –"

"Read on, read on!" Kurt gestured her to do as he said.

Oh. She asked Rachel and Kurt to send her things to a new address.

Rachel sighed and laid the letter down. "Well, look at it that way: We thought we'd never get rid of her."

Kurt snorted and turned around. "She can get her stuff, alright, if she comes back for it!"

"Are you texting her?", Rachel asked as Kurt tipped into his phone.

"No. I'm texting Blaine. The sooner we re-rent her space the better."

"Oh, and what about me? Maybe I'm not comfortable with living with a gay couple."

"First of all", Kurt said, lifting one finger into the air. "When Brody lived here you didn't ask me what I thought, too. I didn't like living with a straight couple either. And I mean it in the nicest way, okay, it's just the noises at night…"

"Oh! Take that back!" Rachel looked for something to throw at him but found only the newspaper. So she leaned forward to hit him.

"And secondly Blaine and I are over. In case you forgot, I dated Adam?"

"Dated. Past tense, Kurt. And there's no way you won't be back with Blaine when he comes living with you. Come one. The fact that he asked you is proof enough."

"He didn't. He just mentioned he's looking for accommodation in New York since the dorm rooms of Nyada, well, you know how they are for people like us who actually want to learn something there", Kurt said, sitting down in a chair and trying to grasp her coffee.

Rachel quickly took her mug out of his reach.

"Anyway, I think he's seeing someone. It's all fine", Kurt said, back to typing.

"Uhuh", Rachel made unbelievingly. They would see about that, wouldn't they?

Only one day later Blaine stood with a suitcase in each hand on front of their door. He grinned at Rachel as she opened.

"Hi Rachel! How are things? Are you okay?"

"Yeah!", she said. She let him enter and showed him Santana's department. Her stuff was lying all over the bed and Rachel quickly started to put it into the bags Kurt had arranged before he had gotten an emergency call from a friend she didn't know.

"It's fine, I can do that. I'm just glad I can live here", Blaine said. He helped her and they put the bags next to the door.

"So", Rachel said. "Kurt told me you're dating someone?"

"Huh, he did? That's weird."

"So you're not?"

"No, I'm… no." Blaine shook his head. Rachel made a secret note to herself to hit Kurt for this lie.

"Maybe he misunderstood. I told him I'm in love with someone. But no dating", Blaine said.

"Oh! Not Kurt, is it?" Rachel put her hands on front of her mouth. That had been inappropriate, oh God.

Blaine laughed. "Don't be afraid, it won't be awkward."

That's not answering my question, Rachel thought but she let it go.

"Honey, I'm home!", Kurt cried. Rachel shrieked because of that loud noise – it was Saturday morning for heaven's sake!

She was sitting on the sofa, having her coffee in her hands and still wearing the shirt she had slept in. One of Finn's that she had 'forgotten' to give back to him. No agenda. It reminded her of good old High School days. Boy, that felt so long gone although it's only been a year and a half.

"Were you out all night?", Rachel asked. Kurt looked as wasted as one could look – his normally neat hear messed up and his skin pale. Not to mention his tugged out shirt. Rachel couldn't help but stare at the mess that once had claimed to be New York's next fashion highlight.

"Yes! And look who I've found! On the street, wandering around like a cute little puppy."

He dragged a blond further inside the loft.

Rachel was about to say he it was too late for night guests and that Kurt needed his sleep, anyway, when she realised she knew the blond boy.

"I wasn't wandering around. And even less like a puppy!", Sam Evans said. He freed himself from Kurt and looked curiously around.

"Sam! What are you doing in New York?", Rachel asked. She got up and hugged Sam and only as she leaned back to see his read cheeks she realised her clothing wasn't very appropriate. Kurt just snorted and made his wobbly way to the bathroom.

"I live here. And actually I'm here to see Blaine", Sam said. He gestured around the room and avoided her eyes.

"Oh. Okay. Well, he's still asleep. Should I wake him? You can do that as well if you want to. Or just wait on the couch. Do you want a coffee? You know how to make one yourself? Cause I think I need to change…" She pointed back to her room.

"Please, I don't want to intrude. I could come back in an hour or so."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! It's about time he wakes up anyway", Rachel said. She told Sam he could take whatever he wanted from the fridge and went into her room, closing the curtains behind her as well as her eyes. What an embarrassment. She wasn't prude around her friends but firstly most of her friends were gay and secondly was this the first time she saw Sam after a long time. You didn't want to meet old friends in just your ex's shirt.

She quickly put on some clothes and combed her hair. There were no waking-Blaine-noises in the loft as she did so. After a time Kurt started to talk and the coffee machine was being used.

Rachel decided to put her hair into a pony tail and went out again, getting her coffee mug from the couch table.

"It's such a nice, sunny day. Maybe we could all go to Central Park", she said as she came to the kitchen table. Kurt glared at her over his mug.

"No way. I'm gonna sleep."

"Just where have you been? And with whom? Did you meet someone?"

"Curiosity will kill the cat", Kurt said, rolling his eyes to Sam.

"And why didn't you offer our guest some coffee?", Rachel said.

"I did! He didn't want anything! Hard to believe, I know."

"I don't need coffee, I'm a morning person", Sam shrugged.

"Oh, lucky you. I could sleep all day if no one wakes me up. Just as my boys, I think it's really not good to be all the same", Rachel said.

"Are you joking? Yes, it is! Just imagine Blaine would get up in the middle of the night to wake us all up", Kurt said.

"I would never get up in the middle of the night", Blaine's voice said and his face appeared next to Rachel.

"Good", was all Kurt had to say.

"Hi Blaine. I think I'm too early", Sam said, waving.

"Oh, no, don't think about it", Blaine shrugged it off and went to get some coffee for himself.

Kurt got off his chair. In doing so he pointed at Rachel.

"Tonight you'll come with me. And you, too, Blaine! We finally need to go out as roommates. Plus we all need a man. Well, maybe you don't, Sam, but you are invited, too."

"Don't you have work to do every now and then?", Rachel asked Kurt who after all went to Nyada college as well.

Kurt just repeatedly pointed at her and then vanished inside his room.

"So why did he drink coffee?", Sam wondered.

"Don't think about Kurt actions, ever." Rachel shook her head. "It will just make you feel dizzy."

"Alright. Okay." Sam nodded. He watched Blaine putting a mug on the counter and going to the fridge, all in complete silence.

"So, what are you guys up to today?", Rachel asked. "Having super-exciting plans?"

"Not really. Just hanging out, I guess", Sam said.

Rachel nodded and it got silent again.

"And what are you doing now, Sam?", she said, partly because she needed conversation, partly because she wanted to know.

"I'm working as salesman in a music store. It's not much but it's okay."

"Do you have plans to get into college or…?"

"No. I don't know. I applied to some scholarships but…" He shrugged.

"Oh, you can apply again for next year." Blaine finally seemed to be awake. He sat down and started eating his toast.

"Yeah. Maybe I will."

"Not maybe, you will. Think big, Sam, think big."

"Exactly! That's what Glee club taught us, isn't it? If I had never dared to dream big I don't know where I would be now. And look at me! I'm going to one of the best recommended art schools in the whole country! Right here in New York City where all the big stars are! Even Broadway isn't far away. You'll make it, too, Sam, whatever you want to do."

"Thanks."

"Oh, do you want to go to Nyada, too?", Rachel asked.

"No, any college will do."

"But if you had the chance. Would you want it?"

"I – I don't know, I always figured it's only for the best", Sam said.

"Sam!" Rachel looked reproachfully at him. "You have a voice and you can use it. Everything else is just a matter of practice. Plus you aren't that bad, come on!"

"Listen to Rachel", Blaine said. "She's a bit crazy and sometimes hard to calm down but she has a point. When it comes to motivation always listen to her."

"Aww, thanks Blaine. I take it as a compliment, even the crazy-part. Because one needs to be crazy in this world to get somewhere!" She nodded to back up her statement and got up to get another coffee.

During the next days Rachel found herself in deep conversations with Blaine who she always had seen as Kurt's boyfriend – and later ex-boyfriend – rather than as an independent human being. But they had a topic to talk about now that Kurt didn't care to share with them.

The topic was Sam Evans who still refused to believe in his voice, appearance and skills and basically planned on being a sales man the rest of his live. Rachel couldn't believe someone who had been in Glee club – with her nonetheless – would let himself down like that.

Blaine never stopped talking about Sam anyway so Rachel's fear that Blaine was still in love with Kurt vanished already during the first week of living together. No, the way Blaine looked at Sam told her everything she needed to know.

Not that Kurt didn't look admiringly like that Sam from time to time, too. Hell, even Rachel couldn't help but notice how handsome and cute the boy was. He was young and a bit naive but cute nonetheless.

Naturally things got a bit awkward when they went out together. Rachel wasn't sure who needed to get a grip on himself more. Kurt who apparently desperately needed a boyfriend and wouldn't stop flirting with every male he encountered, including Sam and Blaine. Or Blaine who didn't even pretend to look for a man and nodded happily at every word Sam uttered. Or maybe Sam who was oblivious to all of it and eyed some girls from time to time without ever speaking to them.

Came the third week of their new living arrangement (Santana hadn't bothered to get her stuff herself and kept sending angry letters) Rachel actually found herself wishing Kurt and Blaine would get back together for the sake of some peace in the group.

"Here. And here." Kurt handed Blaine two magazines. The black haired boy took them and opened them.

"I've marked the pages", Kurt said. "Oh, Sam, give me the fruit bowl, would you?"

Sam reached into the ice box beside their blanket and gave Kurt the wanted thing.

"Don't eat all of it", Rachel said. Kurt looked at her over his dark sun glasses and simply put an apple piece in his mouth.

It was another hot August day and they were spending it in Central Park. Rachel had brought her text book – when she didn't learn texts and songs she wrote some herself. It was a hard, constant learning process that didn't allow any breaks.

"I don't get it – how is this supposed to be more fashionable than what I'm wearing?", Blaine said. Kurt looked over his sun glasses again.

"Are you serious?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and tried to blend out whatever followed.

"From all gay dudes I know Kurt is the only one who cares that much about fashion", Sam said.

"And exactly how many gay boys do you know, Sam?"

"Well – Kurt and Blaine." He observed them arguing while Rachel leaned forward and grasped the box with fruit from Kurt.

"When will they get back together?", Sam asked.

"Oh, honey, I wouldn't root for that", Rachel said, fishing for a banana piece.

"But they have to. Blaine needs to get over me."

Rachel stopped her movement and looked up. "So you have noticed?"

"Duh, I'm not dumb. We have talked about it already before summer."

"Huh." Rachel looked at Blaine who got more and more irritated. Then she looked at Sam who in turn had his eyes on her.

"Maybe if I had a girlfriend", he said.

"Blaine will find a way to deal with it one way or the other", Rachel said.

"Right." Sam looked down while Rachel kept eating her fruit. She wasn't sure if some of his sayings were attempts to flirt or just misplaced words. She just couldn't tell. But as long as nothing definite was going down she wouldn't talk herself into it.

Sometimes it was exciting to imagine he actually was flirting. But on the other hand he was young and Rachel wanted a man, not a boy.

When Kurt started to bring Joey to the loft things didn't get easier. First Rachel thought it would, given the fact that Kurt really needed someone to date – never mind the obvious noises in the night.

"Shots! Do you have any idea – noooo, stop!"

Kurt cried his lunge out while Joey laughed and held the bottle out of his boyfriend's reach.

Rachel sat between Blaine and Sam on the couch and wondered why she had ever agreed to this 'party'. Joey was clearly an alcoholic and Kurt never said no to a drink now, too.

Blaine accepted his shot glass and immediately drank it. Rachel took hers, too, and eyed it.

"You look like you've never drunken before", Sam said.

"It's not the drink, it's the company", Rachel whispered, throwing a glance to Joey. He was loud – noisy – and just pulled Kurt on his knees to kiss him.

"All that PDA", Blaine snorted. "Disgusting."

"You could ask him if he has a friend for you", Rachel suggested. Blaine pulled a grimace.

"I'm fine, thanks."

Rachel gulped down a 'no, you're not' and drank her Whiskey.

One hour later Blaine was even finer. He sat on the ground and went through magazines, sometimes loudly pointing things out that nobody reacted to.

At some point during the night Sam had laid an arm around Rachel and she had let him, even leaned in a bit.

They had a bet going on how long Kurt and Joey would be able to make out. The rule was five till ten second breaks between kisses didn't count as stopping and considered this they were snogging since almost fifteen minutes now. Sam had opened a stop watch app and measured the time.

"I almost envy them. Almost", he said.

"Doesn't it start to hurt after a time?", Rachel wondered.

"I don't think we're still going out", Sam said.

"Where would we go anyway? To a gay club?"

"Yeah. Why not."

"Oh, I see, someone is curious." Rachel grinned and turned her head a bit to be able to look at Sam. He waggled his eyebrows.

"I'm just trying to make you jealous."

Rachel hit him lightly on the chest and turned her head back but her pulse had speeded up a bit. She became more aware of his arm around her shoulders and relaxed against it.

Kurt and Joey finally parted after twenty minutes. Sam held his fists in the air while Rachel puckered her lips. She had gone for more than half an hour.

"Weak, Kurt, weak!" She threw a pillow after him on his way to the bathroom and he only laughed.

"So, what does the winner get?", Sam asked.

"How about another shot?"

"Alright. Blaine! You, too?" Sam pulled his arm back and grasped the bottle from the table.

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm already drunk."

"Good, very good!" Joey grinned and put his hands behind his head. "Fill me a glass, too. And one for the chick."

"Hey!", Rachel complained. "I'm a respectable woman, okay?"

"Yeah, that's what they all say. But when the lights go out you're spreading your legs for him, aren't ya?", he said, gesturing to Sam.

Sam's face got tomato red. "We're not –"

"Never mind, never mind! And you, Blainey-Boy? Who are you gonna do it with tonight?"

"No one! I'm abstinent!", Blaine called, one fist in the air.

"On purpose?"

"No." The fist went down and he pulled a sad face. Rachel just wanted to cuddle the sadness out of him though she knew only Sam would be truly able to do that.

"Never mind, never mind. We're going to find you someone. In case of an emergency I'm sure Kurt has nothing against a threesome."

Now it was Blaine's turn to turn red while Sam put the bottle down with a loud click.

"Hey, watch your mouth! Blaine is not that desperate to actually do it with you."

Joey spread his arms. "You want him for yourself?"

Sam snorted and simply emptied his glass. Rachel felt the unexplained need to drink herself – this man was just too rude and – ugh. Kurt had had a better taste in boyfriends at some point in the past.

"An orgy, we can have an orgy!", Joey called now and Rachel closed her eyes. Just ignore him. She leaned against the couch and put her knees on it, too. As Kurt came back she wanted to tell him to never leave them alone with Joey again but of course she didn't.

"I think I'm going to bed now." Blaine tried to stand and Kurt lazily watched him.

"Are you serious? It's not even midnight."

"I'm tired. Alcohol makes me tired."

"We are planning to go out. You, my friend, need a man!"

"I don't want to go out with…" Blaine gestured to Joey and finally stumbled away.

"Blaine, wait." Sam got up and went to his best friend. While they talked, Rachel extended her legs and yawned. She would stay in, too, that much was clear.

As Kurt and Joey had left (Kurt a bit pissed because his friends had bailed on them) Rachel put water on the table to sober up.

"Do you have enough money for a cab?", she asked Sam.

"I don't need to, I'm crushing with Blaine."

Rachel hesitated. "In his bed?"

"Yeah. It's just cuddling, fully clothed."

"Still." Rachel threw a quick glance around and lowered her voice. "He could get a false impression."

"Nah. We are besties."

"If you say so." Rachel just puckered her lips and poured herself some water. She couldn't help but wonder about Sam – sometimes he seemed to like her, sometimes he was so fixated on Blaine it was painful for everyone to watch.

She drank her glass and put it down, getting up. Time to sleep.