Chapter 2- Fell In Love When I Saw You Standing There
A/N: Another chapter that's already been posted! Just another take 2! I own nothing!
Sam hooked up the trailer to his truck, both horses already ready for transportation. "Gramps, you ready?" Sam yelled, Patrick was talking to ranch hand on what to do while they were away. Rachel was in the house with Jane getting dinner ready. "Gramps, I want to get back to take a shower before dinner."
"Alright, alright, quit your complaining." Patrick turned back the other man, "Tell our girls we'll be back soon."
Sam groaned, "How many times do I have to tell you, she's notmy girl!" Sam had said the words at least a dozen times to his grandfather, and every time he did, he wished a little bit more that Rachel was his.
Patrick stepped up into the truck, "Sure keep telling yourself that. Your lying, I can tell." Sam shook his head and started the truck, pulling away before there could be any distractions.
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Rachel finished setting the table, walking back to the kitchen to help gather the food. The boys were on their way back from dropping the horses off. Jane scooped the plain pasta into a large bowl, putting the sauce and meatballs into another large dish.
With the food done, and on the table, they just had to wait for the boys. Jane poked her head around the corner, "Rachel, would you like to see some pictures of Sammy when he was baby?" A small smile appeared on Jane's face as she motioned Rachel to the sitting room where she had photo albums layed out.
Seeing a blond hair, green eyed toddler starring back at her, "Is that Sam?" Rachel flipped through several pages of the little boy. "He looks so cute. How old is he here?" Rachel pointed to the younger Sam in cowboy boots, shorts, a little tank top and a cowboy hat; picking flowers in a large garden.
"Oh, he was about three then. Wasn't he adorable." Rachel nodded, hearing the familiar roar of Sam's truck. "Oh good, our boys are finally home."
Rachel sighed, "He's not my boy..."
"Yet dear, hes not your boy yet, but he will be. Now come on, lets greet our boys." Jane said over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. Rachel sighed, getting up to follow Jane. Patrick followed Sam came into the house. "Oh good, good, dinner is ready, come on." Jane left no room for argument, "What do we all want for drinks? Milk? Good." Jane walked into the kitchen to pour several glasses of milk.
Rachel didn't meet Sam's gaze, she really didn't need to see cold eyes, and hear his cold voice. Rachel didn't know what to expect on the ride home. Patrick broke the silence over the room first. "Sam, do you plan on heading home tonight?" Sam gave Patrick a simple nod, "Maybe you should shower first, between the both of us, that truck had a funny odor..."
"Yeah gramps, I'll shower." Sam glanced at Rachel, seeing her look everywhere but him.
"And I'm sure your girl wouldn't want to smell that," Sam threw a glance at Patrick, it was one thing while they were alone, another while Rachel was in the room.
"I'm not his girl..." Rachel mumbled, looking at the floor.
"Too serious of a conversation for me. Anyways, Rachel, do you know what Sammy used to do as a boy?" Patrick smiled sweetly at Rachel.
"I don't know, what?" Rachel looked at Patrick but avoided Sam.
"He used to think that when he grew up, he could be a cowboy and shoot all the bad men." Patrick laughed loudly. When Rachel chuckled softly, Sam frowned, that was Rachel; Rachel would have laughed loudly and joked how that wasn't possible unless his career was being an officer of law. Patrick stopped laughing, being met with silence. "Well then...
Jane walked in the room with the milk and food. Noticing the tense atmosphere, she smiled brightly, "Okay now, we can eat dinner. Sam can take a shower and then we'll see you off." Jane served the glasses of milk. "How was transporting the two sick horses?"
Patrick jumped into his story of the day on the farm, Sam and Rachel sat quietly. Sam stood abruptley, "Samuel Evans, we are not finished, sit down. You know my rules." Jane scolded.
"I'm going to take my shower," Sam ignored his sputtering grandmother, walking off to take his shower.
Rachel could feel her heart dropping, she didn't know how someone could be so friendly one moment, and so cold the next. Jane stood, moving next Rachel, who looked up at Jane, "I'm sorry," she said quietly, standing to move from the table.
Jane sighed, watching Rachel run to the front porch. Patrick stood, looking at his wife, knowing exactly how Sam was feeling. He was there at one time. "Their both just being blind. They'll see how much they love each other soon." Patrick saw the weary look on his wife's face and for her benefit tacked on a "hopefully" at the end.
Rachel sat on the front porch, tears rolling down her face. She wanted to leave, she wanted Sam to hold her, she wanted Sam to kiss her, everything she wanted involved Sam. Rachel let out a small sob wishing to be anywhere but her. The porch door opened, Rachel turned to see Sam standing in the door way. Her heart sank a little, she wanted to wrap her arms around his muscular waist, and breathe in his scent; that always brought some form of comfort. "Are you ready Rachel?" Sam voice was still cold, face void of all emotion.
"Yes, may I say good by to Jane and Patrick?" She felt like she belittled herself having to ask for permission to say good bye. Sam nodded, and moved to the side. When she walked in, she spotted Jane in the sitting room. "It was a pleasure to meet you Jane." Rachel shifted on her feet, slowly bringing her hand up, all Jane did was laugh, shaking her head.
"Oh dear, please. Give me a hug." Jane opened her arms, pleased when Rachel threw herself into them. She could feel Rachel lightly sobbing. "It's okay dear, shh. It'll all work out, you'll see."
Rachel let Jane rock her from side to side, "H-h-how do you know?" Rachel looked up at the women, that in just a few short hours, became like her grandmother.
"I just do dear, now, I will see you soon. Keep our Sammy out of trouble," Jane chuckled, placing a gentle a kiss to Rachel's forehead.
"Thank you," Rachel whispered, her voice hoarse from crying.
Jane had a small smile on her face, "It's not a problem dear." Rachel moved to say good bye to Patrick. After Sam said his good byes they moved out of the house and to the truck.
Rachel watch Sam round the front of the truck, not even giving her a second glance. Rachel's chest squeezed in pain when she realized that this ride home was not going to be pleasant. She did her best to swing herself into the truck and with a little difficulty, she managed to get in. She glanced at Sam, but he just started the truck, eyes focused a head. Rachel felt another wave of sadness wash over her, tears springing to her eyes. With shakey hands, she pulled her cell out, finding Puck's name, she sent him a text.
**Can you please meet me at my house. We just left Sam's grandparent's farm. :'( -Rach
Rachel leaned her head back, letting a few tears slip past, she held back the sobs, she didn't need to cry in front of him.
**What the fuck? What's going on? Why are you crying? -Puck
Rachel smiled, at least someone cared.
**It's a long story, please, you know where the key is. :'( -Rach
Sam looked over at Rachel, she was texting someone, but why should he care? She didn't care about him. Wrong! He did care, alot, in fact it was killing him to sit here and ignore her. He knew by the light her cell phone gave, she was crying. And just like that, he wanted to take her in his arms and tell her they were fine, and he could never ignore her. Then the words came floating back into his head. I'm a classmate of his... And he was mad all over. Why couldn't she say friend or maybe more than a friend? He couldn't change it now, but he couldn't just let that go, he needed to cool down.
Rachel's phone buzzed with a text, her heart sinking with each mile of silence.
**I'll be waiting for you babe. Do you want me to pick you up some ice cream? -Puck
Rachel smiled at Puck's words, he did know her so well, she could always count on him.
**Please, that sounds wonderful. I'll see you in a few. -Rach
Almost instantly her phone buzzed almost instantly.
**Okay babe. :) Smile. -Puck
Rachel did smile, a little, now to survive the ride home.
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Sam glanced at a sleeping Rachel every few miles, he knew it was almost a two hour drive and that she'd fall asleep again. She sat snuggled deep into his sweatshirt, she was cold earlier and just helped herself to the one on the back seat. He didnt complain. Sam was left with his own thoughts the whole way home, the story his grandfather told him brought a few fears to the front of his mind. What if someone else did like her, asked her out before he could make everything better? What if Puck was that guy? Sam gripped the wheel tighter, trying not to think of someone elses arms wrapped around her. So this is what jealousy feels like.Sam pondered as Rachel shifted in her seat.
"Are we almost back in Lima?" Rachel croaked, her voice hoarse.
"Yeah," Sam said quietly. Rachel said nothing more, just sat up a little, trying to see where they were. They were on the outskirts of Lima, maybe 15 minutes away.
**I'm almost home, maybe 15 or so mintues. -Rach
Rachel knew Puck was probably already at her house, but she thought it necessary to let him know. The silence in the truck was becoming deafening, she wanted so badly to ask him to talk to her, to say something but she didnt try now. At this point she wanted to go home, curl into a ball with ice cream and cry like no tomorrow.
When Sam finally pulled up to her house, the first thing he noticed was the smaller pick-up truck, Puck's truck. Sam bit back a growl, turning towards Rachel, "What's he doing here?"
Rachel shrugged, more tears pooling in her eyes, "I don't want to feel alone tonight... I don't want to be alone tonight." Rachel sniffled, waiting for a responce, when she was once again met with the silence, she opened the door, and with a sob that she held for too long, she slipped from the truck.
Sam watched as she ran towards the house, the door being thrown open, Puck catching her in his arms. Sam inhaled deeply before scrubbing his hands over his face. He wanted nothing more than to be the one holding her tightly. His heart broke a little more when he slammed on the gas, speeding away.
When Sam pulled up to his house 10 minutes later, his mother was waiting on the front porch. Sam knew this couldn't be a good thing. His mom met him at the door, "Your grandmother called me. What the hell did you do to Rachel?" His mother was mad, but then again, his mother loved Rachel.
Joanna walked in the door to her house later than usual that night. Having to close the office took longer than she thought. She could hear the TV on in the livingroom and figured thats where her son would be. But when she walked in, much to her surprise, Sam was there cuddled with a small brunette. "Sam? Whose this?" Joanna raised her eyebrows up at her son.
"Shh, she's sleeping," Sam looked down to make sure she was still asleep. "Uh, this is Rachel." Sam nodded his head to himself, avoiding the questioning look from his mother.
"Okay, and what is she doing here? In your clothes?" Joanna moved closer to the pair, looking mainly at Rachel.
"Well, you see, at our school, the hockey team thinks its okay to slushie the people in Glee..."
"Yeah, I remember," Joanna cut her son off.
"...Well, even though its been awhile since they've slushied her, since her boy...ex-boyfriend was on the football team. When he broke up with her earlier, they attacked. Quite litterally, so I brought her here to shower and change. We just spent the rest of the day watching movies, and her crying."
Joanna nodded, "What about her parents, where are they?"
Sam shrugged, "I don't know, her fathers are on some business trip..."
"And they left her here alone?" Joanna knew Rachel had to be about 16 but thats not old enought to stay alone for weeks on end. "Well, I'll go cook dinner, and you can wake her. Your father should be home soon." Joanna left it that, going into the kitchen to start dinner.
When Sam's father, Kenny, returned home he wasnt all that pleased to see a girl sleeping on the couch, but let it go. His son had hardly ever brought girls for them to meet home, so seeing Rachel was enough to make him happy. "Whose this?" Kenny asked.
"Rachel, um, a friend from school." Sam answered honestly, glancing down at Rachel.
Joanna appeared in the room, brushing some flour off her clothes, "Dinner's ready, how about you wake Rachel?"
Sam gently shook Rachel from her sleep. When she first opened her eyes, she was greeted with the face of Sam. "Morning sleepy head. Time for dinner."
Rachel covered a yawn with the back of her hand. "Sam," Rachel drawled out, "I should-I mean, you don't have to feed me dinner." Rachel stood, "Can you take me home, or... I can take a taxi." Rachel glanced away from Sam, looking towards the floor.
"Don't be crazy sweetie, you can eat here, and Sam can take you home after." Rachel looked up to meet the sweet face of an older woman. She stood tall, had bleach blond hair, and beautiful crystal blue eyes. She was on the heavier side, but no where near over-weight; dressed in a tailored business uniform. "I'm sorry, Joanna Evans, Sam's mother." She stretched her hand out towards Rachel, who took it cautiously.
"Rachel Berry," They shook hands, "I didn't realize I fell asleep. Sorry..."
"Don't be sorry," Joanna smiled, "now come on, dinner is getting cold."
Rachel stepped into the dinning room spotting an older man, which she assumed was Sam's father. Rachel could tell that it was from his father where Sam got his muscular build, green eyes, and darker blond hair; Sam was a spitting image of his father. "Well hello there, Kenny Evans, and you are?"
"Rachel Berry," Rachel smiled and shook the older mans hand. Dinner went on with a continuous conversation. Rachel couldn't remember the last time she sat down with more than herself, that alone put a permenant smile on her face.
Sam enjoyed watching Rachel have an actual smile on her face. The fact that having dinnner with his family made her happy, made Sam estatic, he was falling hard, with no soft landing.
Sam shook his head, "Me Mom, nothing!" Sam jumped out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. "I asked the girl I think I'm in love with what we are and she says its complicated! Then she tells Gramps shes a fucking classmate! Not even a friend! No, I got dealt the fucking classmate card!What shit is that?" Sam yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration.
Joanna shook her head, disappointed that niether one of them could see that they both had growing feelings for each other. She looked at her son, arms folded acrossed her chest. "I love you baby, but you are so damn stupid! The girl loves you! You should have talked about it with her, asked her put on a date, assured her shes beautiful, not hot, or some other derogatory term. Where is she now?" Joanna demanded, not letting her son past her. It was a chilly night, Joanna struggled not to shiver, all she could think about was that poor girl. Joanna shook her head, she was probably alone again, and now most likely crying because her son was an asshole.
Sam let out a shakey breath, "Home...with Puck. So calm down, shes not alone." Sam spat, crossing his arms, coping his mother.
"Well what the hell is she doing there with him?" Sam gave his mother a pointed look, "For get that, go apologize. Now!" Joanna sprinted ahead of her son slamming and locking the door shut. "Don't let that boy in!" Joanna looked over at her husband, who just smiled and nodded.
Sam sighed, running his fingers through his hair, he knew there was no way he would go to Rachel tonight. He could text her in the morning and have her meet him outside. He didnt want to deal with Puck right now. Climbing back into his truck, he decided to call Mike and crash at his house.
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Puck rubbed Rachel's back soothingly, "Rachel, shh, what happened?" Puck watched Rachel take in another spoonful of Ben and Jerry's Cake Batter ice cream. "Babe, slow down your going to give yourself..."
"Ouch, brain freeze." Rachel put the ice cream down to rub her temples.
"Yeah, that." Puck shook his head. "Now what the douche do?"
Rachel jumped into the story, from the slushies to the car ride to his grandparents, how accepting they were of her, the awkward dinner and the cold ride home. "I just...I dont know, how can I be falling for someone who obviously doesnt want me?" Rachel sobbed loudly, clutching at Puck's chest. Rachel's chest constricted, feeling the pain of losing someone she thought she could really love and trust. Someone who wouldn't cheat on her, who would love her back. She sobbed loudly, letting the pain wash over her. So, this is what heartbreak really feel likes. Rachel thought sourly to herself, she never experinced with her one week with Puck because he was more of a brother than a lover and Finn, well he cheated on her, and threw a slushies in her face. Rachel burried her head further into Puck's chest, her own constricting at the thought of a blond hair, green eyed man.
Puck didnt know what to say, he just knew he had to hold her, it was the best he could do. Relationships weren't his thing, he didn't want a comented relationship, he liked what he was doing now. So, when Rachel asked what to do about her relationship with Sam, he shrugged and continued to rub her back until she fell asleep.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed!
