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Sam and Rachel

Not so funny now

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It all started when they were trying to write original songs. Santana, his girlfriend, wrote a song about him, but it was so horrible. 'Trouty Mouth' was the worst excuse for a song that Sam had ever heard. Granted, he had large lips, but that was no reason to make a song about it. Rachel went to the auditorium after Glee rehearsal to continue work on her original song, but someone was there before her, just standing there at the piano, occasionally striking a key.

"Sam?" she called out. His head tilted up and looked at her before resuming its previous position. "Are you okay?"

"Why would I be okay? Santana just sang a song about the one part of my body that I'm most uncomfortable about. I know I put up a front with everything that Puck dishes out, but I hate it."

"Oh come on, have you seen my nose?" she asked, pointing to her lovely Jew nose. "Yeah I get that. But having froggy, Steven Tyler lips can't be all that bad."

"Oh, you've got jokes?" Sam asked, looking up at her.

"I've got lots," she smiled, looking up at him. "Bubba."

"Oh, ha ha," he said, moving quickly away from his spot at the piano and closed the distance. He put his large lips on hers. It was like an atom bomb went off behind her eyelids. Those froggy lips were fantastic at kissing. Even now that he was being forceful, it was still wonderful, they put the perfect amount of pressure on hers and easily parted hers, allowing his tongue inside to play. By far the best kiss of Rachel's life. He broke the kiss, his breathing a bit harsher. "Not so funny are they now?" he asked, a smirk on his face. Rachel made no vocal answer, but pulled his head back down into a kiss.

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