A/N

So I have to vent/rant a little about a review. If it was something like "ur story sucks ballz" or if they just didn't think it was all together good, I wouldn't address it because it is an opinion related to my story. Please forgive me for letting this comment get under my skin. Let me know id you have thoughts on it.

What I don't get is why someone would come to a place where people want to read Samchel. You are entitled to your opinion but why come here? To celebrate your opinion, I'm going to write one shot after one shot of Samchel, and they shall be all dedicated to you. I just don't get why really... End rant

Too mean? Maybe... All in favor of some Samchel one shots? Maybe they could tie into this somehow, would you guys read it if it tied in? Then I wouldn't really have to write so many chapters of their relationship developing. I am not sure, I would like to hear some opinions and ideas.

Anyway, thank YOU people for all of the reviews, they truly are amazing and you guys rock. I also want to talk about Rachel calling Puck, because its not really a secret or mystery. I just want to point out that in her drunken state, she connected Sam being with Puck, and called Puck. If you are drunk, that isn't really unheard of.

Prom songs are leaked, did anyone listen to them? Since this is a Samchel fic, you don't know of my love for Darren Criss, but I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you =D

ONE MORE THING In my opinion Quam is horrible. Quam is not "FTW" In my opinion, they aren't cute. Quinn is okay when she isn't being stuck up, but I never liked Quam...

(End rant again)

Sam was an odd mixture of groggy and giddy when he hung up the phone with Rachel. He stretched out on his bed, groaning in relief as his joints cracked.

Sam showered, changed into a different pair of pajama bottoms, and threw on a sweatshirt over his t-shirt. It was gray outside, raining. He walked out into the kitchen, his dad was passed out on the floor, snoring loudly. Sam rolled his eyes, getting out two bowls and getting fruit loops out. There was hardly enough left to fit more then two people, so it looked like he would be skipping breakfast again.

He went into a room down the hall from his, two children laying side by side on a small bed. Sam sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing on it slightly. "Come on, get up guys."

Cody groaned, rolling away from him but Stacy sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Sammy." she hummed, stretching her tiny limbs.

"I got you breakfast, come on." he said brightly. "You too, Cody." he swiftly hauled them both over his shoulder with ease. The two, now fully up, were giggling wildly. He sat each one in a chair and placed the bowls in front of them. "I'm going over to a friends house, you two gonna' be okay?"

"Is it your girlfriend?" Cody asked.

"Sammy has a girlfriend?" Stacy asked, staring up at his with round eyes.

"No, just a friend." he said, smiling. "I will be back late, so go to the neighbors house if you need anything."

"Kay Sammy." Stacy said, using a large spoon to eat her cereal. He kissed them both on the head, grabbed his backpack, and went out the door, and too his car.

Sam walked up to Rachels front door, nervous at the prospect of meeting Rachels dads. It was silly, he was only meeting a friends parents. Inhaling, he knocked on the door. Almost immediately, it opened. "Hi, Samuel." Rachel stood before him, but not in an outfit he would expect her to see. She was wearing sweat pant shorts the went up to her knees, and what he recognized as a form fitting Victoria's Secret sweatshirt. It had "Love Pink" written on it. She looked adorable.

He smiled at her. "Hey."

"Come in." she stepped aside and he walked in, bending over to take off his shoes. "These are my dads."

He looked up to see a comical looking couple. One was tall, black and looked relaxed. The other was a short white man who looked overly anxious. "Hi." Sam said weakly, and at that moment all he could think about was if they would like him.

"I'm Leroy and this is my husband Hiram." Sam nodded and shook the hand Leroy was holding out. Hiram didn't offer his, just scrutinized Sam up and down. "Don't mind him, he has a stick up his a-"

"Daddy." Rachel warned, smiling.

"Do you have a problem with gay marriage, Samuel?" Hiram asked suddenly, randomly, and bluntly.

Sam was taken aback. "N-no sir I don't."

Sam's eyes flickered to Leroy, who looked annoyed, rolling his eyes. "Darling, please. Would you like some coffee, Sam?"

"Yes, please." Sam said, smiling. Rachel followed the boys into the kitchen and Leroy gestured for Sam to sit on the stool next to the island.

"Don't mind my husband." Leroy said, getting a large mug from the cabinet. Hiram huffed next to him, arms crossed. "Cranky hasn't had his morning coffee." Leroy teased, handing his husband another mug and filling the one for Sam.

"I'm not cranky." Hiram said into his coffee.

"You stayed up half the night talking my ear off."

"I was not up that long!"

"Here Sam." Leroy sat the mug in front of Sam, and Sam could smell how strong it was. He tried to smile, but Leroy must have seen his hesitance. "Oh, don't worry we have cream. My husband is the only one who drinks is coffee black. Rachel?"

"Yes daddy." she said, going to the fridge. "What would you like, Sam? We have everything."

"Surprise me." Sam grinned. He watched as she turned around and leaned down to reach for something. Her sweatpants were pretty tight, so it was hard not to stare when she bent over. He should look away, you aren't supposed to check out your friend, and especially not while her dads are in the room, one of them watching her like hawk. Reluctantly, he dragged his eyes away.

Oh God, Hiram was staring at him with narrowed eyes. His eyes were on him, he saw it. He knew. Damn his teenage boy hormones. "Are you in any sports, Sam?" Leroy asked, causing Sam to jump.

"Yes sir." it took him everything not to stutter. He kept looking between Leroy and Hiram, friendly eyes and homicidal ones. "I was quarterback for football."

"Ooh." Leroy cooed. "You must have been good."

"I was alright." Sam blushed. Rachel sat a tall bottle in front of him and he didn't bother to look at which cream she handed him.

"He is being modest." Rachel said.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Sam." Leroy said. "But, now, me and my darling husband are going to go to our room and get ready to leave, right Hiram?" he asked pointedly.

"Of course, dear. We can talk." he responded with venom in his voice. The two left the room and Sam exhaled. He had never been that nervous when meeting Quinn's mom, but he might of if he met her dad.

"Sorry about that." Rachel said, smiling and blushing.

"It's fine." he smiled, taking a drink of the now sweet coffee. "Ready?"

She nodded. "My room is right up here." she said, he stood up and followed her up to the steps. "Its pretty... Girly. I hope you don't get uncomfortable."

When they got to her room, she let him in and right away he fully understood the term, 'girly'. It was very pink, and, well, girly. But it was kind of cute, it fitted her. "Its nice." he commented lamely. In front of her bed was a small flat screen, DVD player hooked up to it. "What do you want to watch first? How about Avatar."

"Of course you brought Avatar. I have seen it, you know." she smiled.

"Yeah, but not with me." he said, unzipping his bag, yawning. It wasn't even six in the morning yet. "Everything is better when you watch it with me talking about all of the effects and naming off a bunch of facts. Hope you don't mind."

"I'm sure I will survive." she teased, rolling her eyes. He bent over, fiddling with her DVD player and putting the his precious Avatar disk in, careful to not smudge it at all. Her DVD player sucked it in with a satisfying whoosh. He stood up to find Rachel on the bed, with a big bowl of popcorn. "Sit?" she said, patting the spot next to her.

He grinned and jumped onto the bed, causing her to laugh. He took off his sweatshirt, to reveal a shirt with Superheroes looking serious and the Marvel logo in the middle. It was his favorite shirt, as well as a the shirt Quinn told him to "just keep it in the closet, honey". Now, unlike most 'geeks', Sam didn't feel the need to choose between Marvel and DC comics. He loved Batman as much as he loved X-men.

Rachel had her outstretched legs crossed while she fiddled with the remote. During the previews, Sam noticed they were very close. Their arms, hips, and legs("Ignore your teenage boy hormones" he told himself. "Oh God are her legs as smooth as they look?") were against each other, and it was strangely comforting to have her that close.

Suddenly, he barely heard someone say, "Leroy her door is closed!" and then a hiss of a hush, then someone knocking on the door.

"Come in." Rachel called, shooting Sam an apologetic smile.

The door opened, revealing her dads. "Hi sweetie, Uncle Pepper called and he is having a wardrobe crisis and needs our help immediately. He learned that he would be featured in the paper, and needs to look his best. So, we will be leaving early, 'kay?"

"Okay daddy, have fun." Rachel said.

"No funny business." Hiram said, staring right at Sam.

"N-no sir." Sam said.

"Oh, hush." Leroy said to his husband, grabbing his hand. "Sam, your staying for dinner, correct?"

"Oh, I can um, leave... before then, sir."

"Leroy." he corrected. "And don't be silly, your staying. Have fun." Leroy waved and dragged his husband out of the room, closing the door behind him. The two teens listen to their faint voices bickering, one laid back shooting humorous one liners, the other getting annoyed and making snarky comments.

"They're sweet." Sam said, before Rachel could apologize if they embarrassed him, or something like that.

She smiled. "Yeah." after hitting the play button a few times, the movie finally started.

The two watched Avatar in silence, Sam constantly thinking of ways to get her attention, but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't make him look dorky. Next she put in the Sound of Music, which Sam was positive he wouldn't like.

Hiram called her twice already, to which seemed to annoy her. Somehow, as if he knew, he managed to call at moments they got comfortable being physically close. After the second call, Leroy sent her a text assuring her he confiscated his husbands phone, and not to worry about numerous calls.

While Sound of Music played, Sam watched while Rachels eyes drooped shut every so often. He made no attempt to keep her up and eventually she drifted to sleep, her head leaning against her wooden frame. Sam tried to think of clever ideas to get that pretty head to lay on his shoulder.

Half an hour she woke up, looking at Sam as he watched the movie intently. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Mhmm." he hummed.

"I'm sorry, you should have woken me up."

"Nah." he said. "You were up pretty late, thanks to me." he said, eating a piece of popcorn. She rolled his eyes, and he was sure she was going to go on a rant about how it wasn't thanks to him, so he went on to say, "I actually am liking this more then I thought I would."

Her face brightened up immediately. "Good! I was hoping you would."

The rest of the movie went by in silence, and the Harry Potter movies came next, skipping to the fourth one because Rachel had seen the first three. Sam would constantly talk about what they left out, what they added, a lot of facts about the book and explaining things. He was sure she would be annoyed, but she just smiled her pretty smile and listened.

Then Sam decided to try to impress her by catching popcorn in his mouth, at one point almost falling off the bed when diving for one he threw too far on accident, but he caught it. Another time he landed in her lap trying to get one, which he pretended was on accident but he just wanted to be closer to her, even for just a moment. They both laughed until it hurt, bumping shoulders and playfully pushing.

Then they watched Breakfast at Tiffany's in the evening, and Rachel went on to explain all the facts she knew about Audrey Hepburn. "And she was considered beautiful in her time, and people now look back and say how beautiful she was." she paused. "I wish I could be that kind of beautiful."

-At the docks-

Sam put his socks in his shoes, shuddering as his feet went cold. He put them neatly to the side of the dock, then folded his jacket neatly as well and put it over his shoes.

Shivering, he remembered the movie night. I wish I could be that kind of beautiful. Was she crazy? She owned a mirror, he saw it, but obviously she never she used it, or else she wouldn't have said that.

Maybe getting to know her had a hand in how beautifull he now found her as, and maybe she wasn't blonde hair and blue eyes, but he thought she was prettier the Audrey Hepburn.

Sam shook his head, standing up straight and closing his eyes, the cold surrounding him. The biting cold was nice, an excellent distraction of how much life sucked at that moment. And he had been in such a great moon just hours ago, winning Regionals a little after noon. And then he had a moment with Rachel right after they won, and he thought that moment would be the thing to change everything for him. The change he wanted.

Then Santana decided to have that stupid party to celebrate. At first, he was like, hell yeah lets party and celebrate. He wasn't going to get drunk, none of them were exactly, it was just a celebration. Then Finngot in his face for the second time, and Quinn had to come along and manipulate him, Rachel, the whole situation.

It was pretty much like her and Finn had saw what an amazing day he had and collectively decided to team up to ruin it, drive a huge wedge between Rachel and him, and lucky for them, it apparently worked. Unlucky for Sam, it worked. Rachel hated him now.

Sam stared at Rachel, dumbfounded. "Rachel, you-"

She shook her head. "Anyways, she got a divorce twice. Hard to believe." she went on, as if she had never made the previous comment.

He was about to comment, but the door downstairs opened and slammed shut, her dads home now. "Hungry?" she asked, and he nodded. They both went down the steps to help make pizza, and listen to her dads chat about the gallery.

"It was a delightful art event." Hiram said.

Leroy rolled his eyes. "It might as well have been a gay pick up bar."

"Stop saying that." Hiram said sharply. Rachel and Sam sat next to each other at the table, watching the two bicker back and forth. Sam never had a problem with gay couples, in fact he fully supported it. So he watched them being affectionate, jealous of their love together. It took only five minutes to see the love the two had, how true and pure it was.

"Sam, you are okay with non vegan right? I seem to be the only non vegan in this house." Leroy said.

"Yes, sir."

"Leroy." he corrected once again.

"You are the only non vegan in this house." Hiram pointed out. "I wont lecture you on being a violating murderer anymore, so I have nothing to say.

"I need to remind you both that we have someone over? It isn't polite to argue in front of him." Rachel said, then turned to Sam. "They get carried away when it comes too vegan and not being vegan. It gets heated."

Sam smiled, shaking his head, he wouldn't mind. Leroy took the pizza's out the oven and Sam was amazed that they were all going to sit together and eat a whole meal(pizza seemed like a whole meal to him). He reminded himself that he would have to call home soon, to make sure Cody and Stacy have eaten.

"Where are you from, Sam?" Leroy asked.

Sam swallowed. "Tennessee."

"What caused you to move?"

"My dad lost his job and a friend of his had a job for him here, so we came." Sam said, looking down at his food.

Leroy sighed. "Everyone seems to be losing their jobs these days. Times are hard."

"I'll say." Sam responded, forcing a smile. He didn't want to bring the mood to a less then cheery tone.

"Do you watch college football?"

"Oh definitely. Notre Dame is my favorite."

Leroy laughed. "It was mine when I was your age too."

"Do you do good in school Samuel?" Hiram asked, causing Sam to sink back into a shell of shame.

"So, sir, I have troubles. I'm dyslexic."

Hiram seemed shocked, but closed his mouth, mumbling an "Oh". Leroy sighed. "Well, I am stuffed, are you darling?" he didn't wait for answer. "Kids, you can take this up to the room now. Thank you for eating with us Sam."

"No problem sir- Leroy." Sam corrected. The two men went into their living room and Rachel and Sam brought the food upstairs. Rachel sat across from Sam, both crossed legged and a pizza box between them. The movie played in the background, but neither were really watching. "I like your family."

She smiled. "Me too."

Sam was jealous, but he wouldn't admit it. "The First Avenger is coming out this summer." he said suddenly, saying the first thing that came to mind. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Its a Marvel comic, Captain America. Its during World War II and this soldier gets injected with Super Soldier Serum. Oh, its so cool. We should go see it."

"When does it come out?" she asked, tilting her head.

He shrugged. "I can't remember, not for a few months."

When the pizza was gone, both leaned against her pillows, the room empty of light except the one coming from the TV. They laid side by side, arms and legs touching, until both drifted to sleep. At around ten o'clock, two worried dads came to subtlety ask when Sam would leave, to find the two teens sleeping next to each other. When Leroy gave his husband a questioning look, Hiram shrugged. "Leave them."

Leroy smiled, intertwining his fingers with his and went to their room to sleep. Hours later, Rachel and Sam had not moved closer or farther apart. Sam awoke, well kind of, he was half awake and his eyes squinted to see Rachel, turning his head slightly. He turned his head back to the ceiling and closed his eyes, his index finger rubbing against her hand. He was still half asleep, so what he said next would be debated for a while until he realized it was indeed not a dream, it really happened.

"Rachel." he said, his voice husky, eyes still closed.

A half awake Rachel responded, "Hmm?"

"I think your prettier then Audrey Hepburn." he murmured.

Rachel hummed contently in response, a small smile on her lips that he didn't see.

A/N

So I explained some things, dropped some hints. We now know that what happened to them was at a party to celabrate winning Regionals, something happened with Sam and Rachel that was good, then at the party Fuinn messes it up. What do you think? :P