Rolling in the Deep Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

(s a m pov)

You don't know when you became this person. The person that cared about what happened to Rachel Berry.

But it's kinda alright.

You think that it may have happened somewhere in between watching your girlfriend fall back in love with her ex-boyfriend and Santana forcing you and Mike to sing a song by Adele that you had never heard of.

But when probably doesn't really matter anyways.

You're in the back of the music store, looking around trying to find a song for this week's Glee assignment. Schue had given everyone an artist that he felt would both fit their voice and be different when compared to the other songs that they regularly chose. You had been given John Mayer. You supposed he was an alright dude, but you didn't really know any of his stuff and you still weren't sure about that whole Taylor Swift debacle, all you know is that it really pissed your sister off.

So, you were in the music store looking for a song to sing that didn't involve sex or love and it wasn't really an easy task with this guy. You were flipping through No Such Thing when you heard familiar voices.

"Santana, of course you can pull this song off! You'll do amazingly at it. Joss Stone is a very talented singer, and I am sure that you will be able to do justice to her," Rachel's strident voice rang out from behind the shelf you were standing next to.

"I don't know, Berry. Are you sure this song is all right? I'd be much more comfortable with something else. How about this one? Put Your Hands on Me? Doesn't that sound more like me than Fell in Love with a Boy?" her voice sounded more than slightly exasperated and you grinned, wondering how long she had been here with Rachel.

As much as you liked Rachel and being friends with her and sometimes dreaming about something more, you aren't sure you would dare to go to a music store with her. She was kinda… intense.

"Santana Lopez. You can sing this song. You can sing this song well. You will sing this song. Got it?" you could picture her standing with her hands propped on her hips, her warm cinnamon eyes flashing with outrage that someone would dare to question her music choices. You covered your mouth to muffle your laughter and went back to listening.

"Fine," the Latina hissed, "and what are you singing?" her voice had smug undertones that made you curious. Who exactly was the artist that Schue gave Rachel?

There was a rustle of papers and sudden laughter. You moved closer to the shelf behind you, trying to see them on the other side of it.

"Oh my God. Who knew you had so much badassness in you, Berry?" Santana finally said, amusement and surprised admiration clear in her voice.

"Well, why did you think Noah and I get along so well? Being Jewish only goes so far…" her voice trailed off as the two of them moved to the cash register.

You turned back to your own song selections, curiosity burning in your stomach.

What could Rachel sing that gained approval from Santana Lopez and Mr. Schuster?

Three days later and you were running late from football practice. Bieste had kept you and Puck back to run ten extra laps because the two of you had been late.

The reason for the two of you being late was actually pretty simple. You had been walking Rachel to her locker when a slushy had been thrown into her face, the pretty new sweater she was wearing getting stained with bright red.

She had blinked a couple times, running her fingers over her eyes to make sure no slushy got into them. She had then immediately tried to brush you off, telling you to go to practice and that she didn't want you to be late.

You followed her to the bathroom, ignoring every one of her protests and helping her sit down, grabbing your phone and texting Puck to get Rachel's spare clothes out of her locker before helping her rinse the slushy out of her hair.

Puck had come in as you were helping her take her stained sweater off, scowling as you stepped back and he helped her rinse off the rest of her face. He had been surprisingly gentle and as you twisted Rachel's hair into a bun the way your younger sister had taught you, his eyes met yours in mutual understanding.

This would stop.

Soon.

Rachel had stammered out thanks, blushing and refusing to look at either one of you. The two of you said no thanks were necessary and ignored the grateful tears that filled her eyes.

You let her get redressed and Puck slid a protective arm around her waist, your own arm slipping over her shoulders while you grabbed her bag off the floor.

The three of you walked to the choir room, leaving Rachel there with Mercedes and Tina as you and Puck ran to football practice fifteen minutes late. Practice was positively brutal, both of you absolutely furious. Puck tackled Kurofsky, who Rachel had mumbled was the one who threw the slushy at her, four times, each time knocking him down and slamming his head on the ground.

Each time, he was supposed to be aiming for the guy to Karofsky's left.

You threw the football at Finn's head when the other guys laughed over 'that queen gleek freak getting hit with the slushy' and he just smiled along with them. He didn't have his helmet on. You're pretty sure there's going to be a bruise.

Puck slaps his hand against yours on his way back to the line and bares his teeth when Karofsky twitches.

Practice was finally over when Bieste held you and Puckerman back for being late. She said that you would've had to run fifteen laps but that that was unfair to Schue. You and Puck started running without a complaint.

After showering and changing the two of you finally headed to the auditorium.

Finn was on stage singing some Journey song, the side of his face slightly swollen. You grinned viciously and knocked your fist against Puck's, sliding into a seat by Santana while he sat next to Lauren.

"Hey, who'd we miss?" you whispered, nudging the ex-Cheerio.

She rolled her eyes and huffed before responding. "Well, you missed most of Finnocence's performance you lucky bastard. You also missed Chocolate Diva, Tubbers, Asian, Other Asian, Wheels, Britt, and me. Where the hell were you guys? You're, like, an hour late." You grinned at all the nicknames, ignoring Quinn's performance of some bubbly pop song in the background as you angled your body towards hers.

"Well, we were late to practice so we had to run laps," you drawl, determinedly keeping your eyes away from the stage.

"Why were you late?" she asks, turning towards you and raising an eyebrow.

"We had to help Rach clean up. Fucking Karofsky slushied her. Puckerman and I helped her get cleaned up and left her in the hands of Mercedes and Tina before we managed to get to practice."

"Well, I guess that's an explanation for Hudson's face. He didn't slushy her too, did he?" she suddenly glared, her eyes surprisingly outraged. You raised your eyebrows at her for a second, the why do you care? written all over your face. She just smirked back at you and crossed her legs, glancing back at the stage to grimace at Lauren's performance before once again focusing her attention on you.

"Nah. It was just Karofsky. But the dumbass laughed when they- hey! Where the hell is Rachel?" you broke off, glancing around the auditorium and trying to find the tiny brunette. Puck heard your question and glanced around too, leaning forward to wait for Santana's answer when he didn't find her.

"She's changing. She should be back soon though," as she spoke the doors opened and a tiny girl wearing a trenchcoat slid into the room. "See?" Santana's smug voice sounded once more in your ears.

Rachel smiled at you, gracefully perching in the seat next to Puck's sprawled form. "Hey, Noah. Why were you guys late? Is everything all right, Sam?" she glanced back and forth between the two of you and Puck just grinned at her, nodding as he stood. He stooped to press a kiss to her forehead before grabbing his guitar and making his way to the stage. He began to strum the guitar while you answered Rachel.

"Everything's fine, Rach. We just had to stay back a little late. Run a few extra laps," you whisper, trying not to interrupt Puck's performance. You don't want to tell her that the two of you were late because you were helping her because she'd probably do something stupid like feel guilty over it or whatever. She narrowed her eyes at you, mouthing this is not over right before Puck started to sing.

You breathed a sigh of relief and faced forward while Santana smirked at you. Puck was singing John Mellencamp's Someday the Rains will Fall on the stage while you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. As he finished, Santana and Brittany stood and walked out the doors, leaving behind a crowd of clapping students. You looked after them curiously for a moment, but then Rachel poked you and reminded you that it was your turn.

Puck smirked as he passed you, handing you the guitar and flopping back into the seat in between Rachel and Lauren. He grinned up at you and you rolled your eyes, flipping your hair out of your eyes before sitting on the stool that was center stage.

You grinned at Rachel before beginning, having finally decided on Who Says. Sure, you didn't really want to get high, but you still liked the thought that you could if you wanted to. The group slowly started to join in, all of them except for a glaring Finn and a pouting Quinn dancing around in their seats. You finished and grinned at Rachel who smiled back before following Santana and Brittany's lead and disappearing out the doors.

The music started to play and Brittany and Santana strutted on to the stage, smirking at the whistles and catcalls. They were wearing black skinny jeans and loose red tank tops, Santana's a few shades darker than Brittany's.

Then Rachel stepped out as they started singing, her trench coat gone. You choked and heard Puck's whispered thank you Jesus behind you before the music got even louder. She was wearing skin tight leather jeans and a tight red v-neck, a leather jacket and high heeled ankle boots completing the look.

Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!

The girls all started swaying, gripping the microphones in front of them.

Check it out, goin' out on the late night
Lookin' tight, feelin' nice, it's a - fight
I can tell, I just know that it's goin' down tonight
At the door we don't wait 'cause we know them
At the bar, six shots, just beginnin'
That's when -head put his hands on me, but you see

They continued to dance as Rachel sang, Santana and Brittany providing back up. You and Puck laughed when you noticed that Rachel was standing directly in front of Finn for the next part.

She smirked at him as she sang, tossing her hair to one side and dancing back towards Brittany and Santana.

Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
Midnight, I'm drunk, I don't give a -
Wanna dance by myself, guess you're outta luck
Don't touch, back up, I'm not the one, uh buh-bye!
Listen up it's just not happenin'
You can say what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight, a'ight?

She looked towards you and Puck, a bright grin covering her face for just a second when the two of you whooped and whistled again.

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u + ur hand tonight
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
Uh, uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh!
(Break break break, break it, break it down)
You're in the corner with your boys, you bet 'em five bucks
You'd get the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit spillin' your drinks on me, yeah
You know who you are
High-fivin', talkin' -
But you're going home alone, aren't ya?

She sneered at the last words, narrowed eyes locking on the Inns before she turned around and strode up to Santana, sharing the microphone with her as they danced together.

'Cause I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u + ur hand tonight
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
'Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just u + ur hand tonight

She finished and stood on the stage breathing heavily for less than a second before you, Puck, Mike, and Mercedes were on your feet and cheering. The rest slowly joined your screaming, Quinnn half-heartedly clapping and Finn flat out glaring at the seat in front of him.

You walked up to the stage as you cheered, grabbing Rachel as she jumped down into your arms and laughing as you held her close.

So that's what Santana approved of.

You so agree with her on that one.

SO, the response was amazing. And I couldn't resist continuing. I have no idea how long this story will be, I guess it depends on whether I discover a plot beyond Sam/Rachel haha.

I don't own anything, including Glee and P!nk's U+UR Hand. And I definitely bleeped it, because, well, they are in school.

So. Review?

Love you allll previous reviewers :D