A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. So! This is my drabble and one-shot collection for Samchel Week 2012. Each chapter shall be a separate entity unless stated otherwise.
First Date
Rachel practically stumbled into their first date.
Having gotten a text from Sam inviting her to hang out, Rachel waited outside of the theatre with her hands clasped in front of her, excitedly looking in every direction, every so often pushing up on her tiptoes; she had just been starting to get concerned that no one was going to show up as the decided time grew near when Sam's familiar shape appeared from the rush of people heading inside.
"Hey," he smiled and nodded as he got closer, beanie pulled down low over his forehead, bangs almost falling into his eyes.
Rachel instantly relaxed. "Good, you're here," she smiled back, impetuously running forward to hug him in her relief.
Obviously surprised but wrapping his arms around her in return, Sam slowly let out a deep breath, pulling her closer. He was warm and solid under the chill of his coat, and the dusted snow on his shoulder tickled Rachel's cheek.
"So," she pulled back, cursing the blush on her face, hand still pressed against his side, "I don't know where the others are. You think they're running late?"
"Others?" Sam's eyebrows furrowed, and his lips pursed before his eyes widened. "Oh." He dipped his head, smiling lopsidedly, "No one else's coming."
Frowning, Rachel dropped her hand, tucking her bangs behind her ear. "Oh. I'm sorry." She slid her hands into the pockets of her jacket, shrugging and looking down, hoping Sam couldn't hear the disappointment in her voice, "Do you want to postpone this then?"
Sam touched her shoulder, waiting until she looked up to smile hopefully at her, "No. I'd really like it if you stayed. I… Uhm, didn't invite anyone else."
Studying him, a wide, disbelieving smile stretched across Rachel's face. "You mean?"
"If you want."
Laughing softly, shaking her head, Rachel slowly reached out to take his hand. "You really could have just asked," she grinned, pulling him into the theatre. "I would have said yes."
Sam grinned back at her, "Seriously?"
Rachel moved her hand up to take his arm as they stopped at the ticket booth, pressing into his side. "I told you your lips were cute, didn't I?"
Instead of answering, Sam smiled down at her, slid his arm around her waist, and pulled her even closer.