Chapter 4: Bad Timing
"Now babe," Sam started with a smirk, "Where were we?"
Sam stepped closer to Rachel, and she looked up at him happily. He wrapped his arms around her and went in to kiss her. As Sam pressed his lips against her, Rachel was already running her tongue across his bottom lip. Sam opened his mouth and enjoyed the taste of his new girlfriend. He ran his arms down her back and gripped her ass firmly. She gasped at his aggressiveness and pushed him away.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, frowning.
"I'm sorry, Sam" Rachel began, "Being here in your home, with your parents gone, has just brought on many expectations that I'm not sure I can be able to live up to."
Sam cut her off, "Rachel, Rachel, hey. I'm not going to make you do anything you're not ready to do yet. That's not who I am."
Rachel smiled, "Thank you, Sam. You have no idea how much that means to me. When I was with Noah and Finn, they made me feel like intercourse was a necessity in a relationship; no matter how many times I said I wasn't ready they were always pressuring me."
Sam groaned inwardly, he was sick of the giant being in his way even when he wasn't in the room. Puck wasn't a problem, since the universe has apparently been fucking with McKinley High School and made the schools biggest horn-dog fall in love with Lauren Zizes. Regardless, if he was planning on keeping Rachel, he wasn't going to have to do the same bullshit that kept him with Quinn. Rachel was delicate, and her future career was more important to anything now. Sam was oddly okay with that fact, although he would like it if he was that important in her life, because she definitely that important in his.
"Of course, Rachel." Sam said walking away.
"Sam, no wait!" Rachel said, panicked.
"What, what's wrong?" Sam asked, his internal defense mode turning on.
"I thought you were leaving." Rachel said looking down
Sam chuckled, "No babe, I'm not leaving you. Not now, not ever." Sam plugged his iPod into the speakers and searched for a song. He found what he was looking for, and Dice by Finley Quaye started playing. Sam danced around for a while, much to the amusement of the petite singer. Sam held out his hand with a small smile, and Rachel took it. He pulled her in close, and she was preparing to give another speech about her not being ready, but he slowly started swaying. She smiled to herself and let her head rest on his chest. She could feel his breath and hear his heartbeat start to quicken.
Sam put his head to rest on top of Rachel's, and whispered. "This is nice."
"It is," She replied softly, "Why are you doing this?"
Sam lifted his head up and looked her in the eye. "What do you mean, babe?"
"I know what you want, Sam. Every adolescent boy wants the same thing."
"I'm not gonna lie, I do want that." Sam said honestly, "But I don't mind taking the long road. I think every now and then a beautiful girl deserves to be wooed."
Rachel put her head back to rest on Sam's chest. "If you keep saying I'm beautiful, I might actually believe."
"Rachel, you're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true." Sam said in a sing-song voice.
Rachel laughed at his corny line, "I feel so safe with you."
Sam kissed the top of her head, "You better."
Rachel felt the kiss on her head, and lifted her head up to meet his eyes. She kissed him passionately and Sam responded eagerly. She started to unbutton his shirt, but he put his hands down to stop her, "Rachel, I didn't say all of that to convince you to have sex with me. I really meant everything I said. I really don't mind waiting."
Rachel smiled deviously, "I may not be ready to have sex, but I do want to give you something." She pushed him onto his couch.
"Wha..what do you have in mind?" He asked, his voice cracking. His mind was racing with possibilities. Rachel responded by getting on her knees and rubbing his pant legs. It had an immediate response in Sam's downstairs.
She saw him spring to life under his jeans, and she smiled, "A little over excited for someone who wants to wait."
She gripped him through his pants, and Sam groaned, "I could say the same." As she ran her hands up to unzip his pants, Sam's eyes were growing wider. She unzipped him, and slid his pants down. He was now only in his boxers and Little Sam could be seen clearly at attention underneath the thin material.
Rachel hesitated at the sight, not really sure what she should do. "Rachel, you really don't have to do this if you don't want to. No pressure." Sam lied, he was under a lot of pressure in specific areas of his body.
Rachel smiled, "I'm doing this because I want to." She started to pull his boxers down, slowly revealing more and more of Sam's member. Then, the worst possible thing happened. Sam heard the motor of the garage door opening.
"SHIT!" He yelled, standing up, almost kneeing Rachel in the forehead. He quickly covered himself up with his boxers, and pulled his pants up as quick as he could. He ran and put the alcohol back in the cabinet and sat down on his couch. He told Rachel to do the same.
"What's happening, Sam?" Rachel said nervously.
"My parents are home."
"I thought you said they weren't going to be home."
"That's because I thought they weren't coming home tonight." Sam said through gritted teeth.
Sam's parents walked through the door leading to their garage. A tall man with brown hair, and a shorter woman with blonde hair were met with surprise at the sight of the two teens.
"Sam, what are you doing with a girl here? It's 10:00!" His dad said.
Sam didn't have a chance to answer, with Rachel squeaking and checking her phone. She gasped, "Sam it's 10:15! I was supposed to be home at 9:45!" She showed him. The phone also said 5 missed calls: Daddy.
"Oh…crap." Sam muttered. Leroy Berry was a terrifying man.
A/N: So sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the rest! I had to rush through it if I wanted to keep myself on a schedule I had. Sorry that there's no smut, I attempted to write it, but I felt awkward. Also, I didn't want to give Sam's parents names in case next week the show does. Again, much love to you all, and review review review!