There is some swearing.
Sam didn't come to school the next day, or the day after that. Rachel was starting to get worried about him. She knew he had broken up with Quinn the day before, but had he become so upset he had become ill? She didn't know where this newfound concern for Sam had come from, but she found herself spending the last few days wondering whether he was alright or not.
After class on Wednesday, she headed to the choir room. She was so distracted that she was walking slower than usual and was not the first to arrive to Glee Club. She arrived just as Mr Schue was giving his inspirational speech of the week. Everyone turned to look at her so she figured she might as well ask the club her question.
"Sorry Mr Schue but I want to ask everyone something." Everyone sneered slightly at her, like they always did when she had something to say. It stung, that her so called friends found her so irritating, but she had learned to deal with it. "Does anyone have Sam's phone number? I need it."
Everyone did a double take. Oh, so now everyone wanted to hear what she had to say. Puck winked at her and mouthed "Get some, Berry." Santana, of course, was the one to break the silence. "Damn, Treasure Trail! Are you fucking Lady Lips? You just love taking Quinn's sloppy seconds, don't you?" Rachel had had enough. Enough of the sneering, the mocking, everything. Especially when she was still upset about Finn, and now worrying about Sam.
"I really don't remember asking for your bullshit opinion Satan." Rachel said. Santana and Quinn looked furious. Finn just looked jealous. "Listen Berry, you better apologise before I go all Lima Heights adjacent on your ass." Kurt rose up from his seat. "Quiet Santana. I have his number Rachel. You can have it." He said kindly. "Thank you so much Kurt! I've been so worried about him when he broke up with Quinn and didn't come in for school."
Suddenly everyone looked guilty. It seemed no one else had thought about Sam's well-being. Quinn only looked irritated. "Well clearly he's happier than we thought. I don't have to feel guilty for cheating on him now since I seem to have yet another ex-boyfriend cheated on me with Rachel." Rachel was visibly quivering with anger now. "For Gods' sake Quinn. Just because I'm worried about Sam, doesn't mean I'm dating him!" Mercedes was curious now "So you aren't?" "NO!" And with that, Rachel stormed out of the choir room in her usual diva-esque fashion.
Rachel stormed to her car, muttering under her breath the whole way about "Mean Blondes," "Santana the demon bitch" and "Jealous ex-boyfriends." Once she had calmed down, she dialled Sam's number. "Hello?" Oddly, When Rachel heard Sam's voice; she panicked and thought about hanging up. "Err, hi Sam, its Rachel." "Oh hey Rach! What's up?" Now that Rachel had called Sam, she realised she actually had no idea what to say. "I just wanted to know if you were okay. Are you ill? Is that why you weren't in school?" Sam let out an audible sigh on the other end of the phone. "Rachel I think we both know why I wasn't at school." Rachel sighed too. Then she was hit with an idea. She knew what to do.
"Listen Sam, give me your address. We're gonna have a post break-up night. I've always wanted to do one. We're gonna get ice-cream and sad movies and everything!" Sam let out a confused laugh. "Rachel, you do know I'm a dude right?" "Oh Sam we can get action movies and chips or something too. Manly enough for you?" Sam let out a real laugh this time. "Ok, ok, sounds good."
Rachel was delighted. "Cool, so where do you live?" There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "My house isn't really, uh, free tonight. Could we go to yours instead?" "Oh that's fine!" Rachel gave Sam her address. She was beaming now. "See you tonight." Rachel exclaimed. "It's a date." Sam replied. Rachel hung up, trying to pretend her heart didn't skip a beat when Sam called it a date.