Hello hello, my gummy bears!
Well it's Christmas time in my story. I've always DREAMED of spending Christmas in New York, but it hasn't happened yet. It's on my to-do list, though.
Now let's get started.
Oh, and welcome back...BRODY!
And...BOOOO Samcedes. That is all.
Sam grabbed his back from the overhead shelf, exited the plane, and made his way to the gate where Hiram and Leroy were waiting for him.
It turns out that MONTHS before Rachel decided to come back to Lima for Thanksgiving and surprise him, he and her Dads themselves actually planned to fly him to New York with them for Christmas. He actually felt giddy, waiting to see how she was in her natural habitat.
He kept walking until he saw Hiram and Leroy standing there, all bundled up in their heavy winter coats.
They greeted him with bright smiles. "Sam, you made it! How was your flight?"
He shrugged. "It was pretty good, but I'm just so glad to be here."
Leroy nodded picked up his suitcase. "Here, let me take that. Rachel and Kurt are out grocery shopping but Santana's at the apartment so she'll let us in."
Sam suppressed a chuckle, he just couldn't wait to spend the next few days with not just his girlfriend, but his crazy ex girlfriend too. He seriously missed them all: Rachel, Kurt, Santana...and it will be quite amazing just to spend his Christmas break with them.
When they stepped out of the airport, they made their way to the waiting taxi cab that took them straight to Bushwick.
"Our hotel is just a few blocks away from the apartment, Sam." Hiram told him. "If you need anything at all, feel free to give us a call. We'll bring you to the apartment tonight so you can surprise Rachel and then Leroy and I will go back to the hotel and be back in the morning."
Sam nodded. "Thank you again, sirs, for letting me accompany with you."
Leroy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around. "It's no trouble at all, Sam. You and Rachel deserve to spend as many holidays together as possible, for who knows where you'll wind up next year?"
"Have you ever been to New York, Sam?" Hiram asked.
"I came when I was ten." Sam said. "My Dad managed to score tickets to Comic-Con when it was held here in NYC and I even got to meet Stan Lee himself!"
Leroy raised his eyebrows. "Really, how nice! Did you dress up?"
"I went as Thor". Sam replied sheepishly. "My Mom helped make my costume and my hammer was made out of Styrofoam."
Hiram laughed. "We'll have to ask Mary to show us any pictures of that."
Ten minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of the hotel. Hiram and Leroy checked in, dropped off their bags, and went back to the taxi to take them to the apartment. When they got there, they had to walk up three flights of steps and knocked on the door.
Shortly, Santana slid the door open while eating an apple. Sam took a look at her and noticed just how mature she looked as much as Rachel. She was wearing a long, tight, dark blue dress, and black pumps. When she saw them, she hugged Rachel's Dads.
"Mr. and Mr. Berry, how lovely to see you again! Come on inside."
As they stepped around her inside the apartment, she leaned against the doorway staring at Sam. "Well, well well Trouty look at you. You haven't aged a day since I visited."
Sam shifted in his spot. "It was last month, Santana."
She smiled and nodded. "That it was." She took another bite out of her apple and offered it to him. "Want a bite?" When he shook his head, she laughed and grabbed his arm. "Come on in, then!"
When he got inside, the first thing he did was to look around. The apartment looked very...homey, especially for an apartment containing two people who have very nice decorating skills. It was very urban , but comfortable, like those awesome display rooms in a furniture store. He also noticed that there were no other doors minus the front sliding door and one that led to the bathroom.
Santana followed in and headed to the kitchen. "Would any of you like anything to eat or drink? We have water, milk, soda, I can make a pot of coffee..."
"Coffee would be nice, thank you, Santana." Hiram said, taking a seat on the couch.
"I would offer you juice," She called from the kitchen as she began making the pot. "but Kurt's been on some sort of juice only diet and hates when people touch it."
"Coffee's just fine, Santana." Leroy said.
While they all waited for the coffee, Sam decided to look around. The apartment was definitely furnished for Christmas: there were lights strung up all across the room, fresh green garland hung from the cabinets, and there was even a nice-sized but not too big Christmas tree in the corner.
"Feel free to look around." Santana said. "The apartment's clean."
"Where do you sleep?" Leroy asked.
"On the couch." She replied simply. "But since we're gonna be having guests over the next few days, Kurt offered to share his bed with me. The rest of my stuff is in Rachel's room. And don't worry about there being a mess, Rachel and Kurt are complete neat freaks. They even threatened to sell all my hair extensions to poor and sad cancer patients if I didn't keep up my end of the cleaning."
Both Rachel's Dads laughed and began to wander around the apartment. Santana pushed start on the coffee maker and walked up to Sam. "What about you? Want anything to eat or drink?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."
She nodded and gestured to the kitchen table. "Then have a seat, let's talk."
As he took a seat, she picked up another apple off the counter and began munching on it. "So how has the big Sammy Evans been?"
He cleared his throat and folded his hands on the table. "I've been good Santana, how have you been? Are you liking living here?"
She sighed and shrugged. "Yeah, New York is definitely my type of town, but I'd probably like it more if my two roommates weren't a bunch of singing neat-freaks who make every cleaning day like a scene from Snow White or Enchanted. All that's missing is the helpful cleaning critters."
Sam chuckled. "That is just too funny. I'm actually pretty excited to spend Christmas here in New York with you all."
The coffee maker beeped, so she got up and began making the Dads' their coffees. "So I hear your Rachel's Christmas surprise slash present."
He frowned. "You didn't tell her, did you?"
She shook her head. "Relax, I haven't said a word. For all she knows, you're probably still back in Lima helping out at the homeless shelter again." She picked up her cups of coffee and set them on the coffee table. "Mr. and Mr. Berry, your coffees are ready."
Both men came out of Rachel's room and sat back down on the couch. "Thanks, Santana! What's the status of Kurt and Rachel?"
She checked her phone. "Well Kurt hasn't texted me saying that they're on their way back yet. I know that they're getting a crap-load of groceries because the apartment's gonna have a heck lot of people in it on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day."
"Oh, are you throwing a Christmas party?" Hiram asked.
She shook her head. "That's not what Rachel and Kurt call it, but I'll let them give you the details." She sat back down at the kitchen table with Sam and grabbed his arm tightly. "All right, since you're staying here the next few days, here's a few of Auntie Tanny's rules. Number one: keep your clothes on at all times, and if I walk into the bathroom while you're taking a shower, you better stay in that shower until I leave. Heaven knows that you're abs are still a piece of work enough for me to go straight again. Rule two: you already know that I sleep on the couch and there are no doors, just curtains, but I better not hear and nonsense coming from Rachel's room."
Sam blinked. "What nonsense could you possibly be talking about."
She glared at him. "Oh, you know." Suddenly, she began caressing her body and obnoxiously moaning like the scene from When Harry Met Sally. Sam felt all the blood rush to his face and Hiram and Leroy wound up bursting out laughing at the sight.
Sam felt awkward watching her and he could feel his face turning red, so he reached out to grab her arms and pinned them to her side. "We don't sound like that, Santana!"
She rolled her eyes and yanked her arms back. "Do too, Sam, I should know. Does Rachel even know that you scream out random male celebrity names when you orgasm?" She turned to Hiram and Leroy. "The first time we had sex, he screamed out 'NICHOLAS CAGE!'"
Leroy cleared his throat and stirred his coffee awkwardly. "Goodness, Santana...you sure aren't shy when it comes to conversations."
She shrugged. "It's always been true." Suddenly, she rounded on Sam again and pointed her finger at him threateningly. "But if I hear even one orgasmic noise coming from either one of you during your stay, I swear to God I will come at you both in the shower with a knife and toilet plunger like that scene in Phantom of the Paradise."
He cringed back in his seat. "You've seen that movie?"
She nodded. "Kurt had to watch it at home for his Musical Film Studies class. I was bored so I watched it with him, and I kind of like it. It's weird but really edgy and bad-ass if you ask me. And seeing that Beef character reminded me of you almost playing Rocky in The Rocky Horror Show. By the way, why the hell would you let your soon-to-be girlfriend perform Toucha-Toucha-Toucha Touch Me with Mr. Schue, huh? Damn, that was so cringe-worthy to watch, I actually felt so bad for them."
As she continued to chat on, Sam just sat there with his chin in his hand staring at her admirably. Her style had changed, but Santana was still just the same: she was still honest, she didn't hold back on her opinions, she was still funny...yup, still the same.
Suddenly, her phone rang in her pocket. She checked it and smiled. "Speak of the devils, Kurt and Rachel just left the grocery store. They'll be here in about twenty minutes, depending on which train they catch, so whatever you're planning on doing to surprise her, better do it now."
Sam, Hiram, and Leroy got up from their seats and went over to Leroy's big duffel bag that he brought in that was sitting by the door. Santana watched them curiously while leaning against the counter.
"So...are you gonna make him pop out of a cake or what?"
"Sorry, Santana, no time to bake a giant cake." Leroy said and pulled out two big rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. "Our idea isn't very original."
Hiram gestured to the floor. "All right, Sam, now lie down on the floor by the tree so we can measure you with the wrapping paper."
Santana raised her eyebrows. "You're seriously just gonna wrap him in paper? How are you going to explain it to Rachel before she unwraps him?"
Sam shrugged as he laid himself on the floor. "Just trust us, Santana."
When he was measured, he laid on one end of the paper, and began rolling to the other side while Hiram and Leroy rolled after him, like a giant sushi roll. They folded the ends where his head and feet where and stuck a bow on top.
Sam definitely felt slightly claustrophobic and he couldn't really breathe inside the paper.
"Sam, how are you feeling? Can you try to wiggle your fingers and let us know?" Leroy asked.
Sam wiggled his fingers and tried to steady his breathing.
"Leroy, the boy can't breathe. We need to poke a hole."
"Sam, lean back against the paper as much as you can so I can poke a hole where your nose is."
He leaned back and felt some prodding against his nose. Then he heard the sound of a pencil poking through the paper, narrowly missing his nose by a few inches. "Got it, I can breathe now."
He heard Santana mumble "The cake idea would have been better." and heard her heels clicking away. After a few minutes of waiting around, he heard the sliding door open. "They're coming!" She hissed.
"All right, Sam," Hiram whispered. "Just relax in their for a few minutes and let us do the rest."
He nodded inside the paper and wiggled his fingers once more, afraid that anymore time would make his limbs go numb. He counted the seconds patiently.
Finally, he heard the cheerful sounds of Kurt and Rachel's voices ringing through the apartment. Sam tried to make out what they were saying, but all their voices were jumbled together. He heard Rachel's excited squeals, Hiram and Leroy's offers to help them with their grocery bags, and Santana protesting for them to keep their voices down.
It took four minutes, and fifteen seconds for everyone to greet each other and quiet down. Now all that was left was to have Rachel see the present.
"Rachel, baby girl, we brought Sam's present for you with us. It's sitting under the tree."
Sam could just hear the surprise in her voice. "It's so big! How on Earth did you get it on the plane?"
"Don't worry about that, just open it."
"Can't I just wait until Christmas Eve or Day?"
"Sorry honey, we have specific instructions from Sam himself that you need to open it right when you got home."
"Fine, let me FaceTime him then so he can watch me."
He heard her dialing on her phone as it tried to connect to his. Fortunately he planned ahead and left his phone on silent since he got off the plane. He could just see her frowning as she hung up the phone and heard the disappointment in her voice.
"He's not answering, maybe I should open it later when he's available."
"Honey, Sam wants you to open it now." Leroy said.
Sam heard Rachel's boots clicking to his wrapped figure and he felt her nudge with her toe. "Geeze, did he sent me a rug or something? Fine, I'll open it."
He felt her hands on the end of the paper where his head was but Hiram stopped her.
"Open it at the other end, honey. We put a lot of tape on this end, it'll take a while to rip it."
She moved to the end where his feet were and began ripping the paper. He made sure to stay absolutely still as she removed it bit by bit.
"Okay, did Sam send me a mannequin? The legs are a bit surprising and creepy."
"Keep opening it." Leroy said.
His legs were already free...then his hands...then his arms...then his neck...but then she stopped before she could unwrap his head.
"He feels so lifelike, but I'm afraid to unwrap the head. If he seriously got me a mannequin for Christmas, I'm dumping him."
Santana sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just finish opening your present, Berry, and spare us all the unnecessary suspense."
Very slowly, Rachel reached up and pulled off the remaining piece of wrapping paper, unveiling his face. He gave her a small smile and sat up. In return, she gasped and fell backward on her bottom.
He laughed and opened his arms to her. "Surprise, babe!"
She continued to sit there, stuttering and Sam could see tears starting to well up in her eyes. "S-s-Sam! You're h-h-here...i-i-n New York! With me! At C-c-c-Christmas! H-h-how can this be?"
He put down his arms and shrugged. "Well wayyyy before you planned to come home and surprise me for Thanksgiving, your Dads and I came up with an idea for me to surprise you in New York for Christmas. Isn't that great?"
She nodded rapidly, but continued to cry. "It's wonderful. It's the best Christmas gift I've gotten so far."
He shuffled over to her and took her in his arms as she clung onto him tightly and broke down.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Now, look what you did, Trouty, you done made her cry. You wanted to be her surprise Christmas present, and now you done make her cry."
Sam stuck his tongue at her. "Shut up, Santana, you knew about it too."
She finished her apple and tossed it in the trash. "Yeah, right when you got here."
Hiram clapped his hands together. "Why don't we give these two a minute alone? Kurt, why don't we start helping you put away all these groceries?"
Kurt nodded and led them into the kitchen. "How was your flight, Mr. and Mr. Berry?"
Meanwhile, Sam continued to comfort Rachel in the living room. He stroked her hair, kissed her cheek, whispered in her ear, anything that would calm her down.
"Shh...shh...it's all right, I'm here. I love you."
She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I love you too, I'm just beyond happy that you're here, that's all."
Santana chucked a tissue box at them from her room. "Stop crying!"
Rachel looked up at him and stroked his cheek. "I just can't believe this is real. You here in New York with me."
He kissed her forehead. "Exactly how I felt when you came home to me. We're both just full of surprises, aren't we?"
She laughed and nodded. "Yes, we are. We are. I'm so glad you're here."
He plucked a tissue out of the tissue box and handed it to her. "Come on, wipe your eyes now so we can join your Dads in the kitchen."
He helped her off the floor and put his arm around her as they both headed into the kitchen where Kurt and her Dads were chatting. Kurt walked over and engulfed her in a hug. "Glad to see you're happy, diva."
"Did you know about this?" She asked.
He shook his head. "Nope, your Dads know that I can't keep a secret and they've been planning this for months."
She walked over to her Dads and kissed them on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Dad and Daddy for flying him in. You don't know how much this means to me."
Hiram smiled. "Oh, I think we do, cupcake. But we're glad to see you so happy."
"Kurt," Leroy chided. "Santana mentioned that the apartment's gonna be full on Christmas Eve and Day?"
Kurt nodded excitedly. "Oh, this is really exciting. You see, my boss at didn't have anywhere to go home to for Christmas, so I invited her here. Then she mentioned that she had other awesome friends who also needed some Christmas festivities, so I invited them too."
Rachel grinned. "And I met these friends. They're really cool because...they're all drag queens!"
Kurt squealed and clapped his hands excitedly. "So we decided that instead of having just a small intimate Christmas Eve, we're gonna have a kiki!"
Kurt's announcement had mix reactions. Santana scoffed, Rachel's Dads smiled and went ooh and ahh, but Sam was purely confused.
"What's a kiki?"
Kurt gasped and dropped the apples that he was putting away. He clasped his hand to his chest and looked at Sam like he got bitten by a snake. "Sam Evans, tell me you didn't just ask that!"
Sam shrugged. "Sorry, I don't know what it is."
Kurt clapped his hands on the counter. "You've never heard the song 'Let's Have a Kiki' by the Scissor Sisters?"
Sam was about to shake his head, but his mind suddenly drifted back to a catchy tune with the word "kiki" in it that Rachel was singing to while she was changing in her apartment. He shrugged. "I think so."
Kurt rolled his eyes and nodded to Rachel. They both held up their hands and began snapping rhythmically while singing a small verse.
A kiki is a party, for calming all your nerves
We're spilling tea, and dishing just desserts one may deserve
And though the sun is rising, few may choose to leave
So shade that lid and we'll all bid adieu to your ennui
She walked over to him and scratched his head. "It's just a nice party with awesome people and good food. We're gonna have fun."
He nuzzled her neck. "I'm looking forward to it."
Later that night, after everyone had went to bed, Sam and Rachel watched a movie on the couch. After the movie, Santana kicked them out so she could go to sleep, so Rachel led him to her room.
He laid on the bed and watched her contemplate on what to wear to bed. She took out 3 pieces of night-wear: a long silk nightgown, a pink baby-doll nightie, and black pajamas with polka dots.
"Which one?"
He pointed to the nightgown. "That one, your skin feels amazing in silk."
She tossed the nightgown and pajamas to the side and changed into the pink nightie. "I want you to feel less material on me."
Sam felt his manhood harden a bit as she very slowly changed in the most erotic strip-tease she had done so far. When she changed, she knelt onto the bed and rubbed his crotch over his jeans.
He groaned and grabbed her hand. "Don't, babe."
She slid up to him and kissed his neck. "Why not? I've missed you so much."
He sat up and grinned. "We can't because Santana threatened to come at us in the shower if she heard even one moan coming from here."
Rachel looked at the curtain that separated her room from the couch where Santana was sleeping. She grinned mischievously and pushed him back onto the bed. "I don't care. I want her to hear us, she's just jealous. We can make as much noise as we want." She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and began tugging them off. "Come on, let's make some noise."
He flipped her over so he was on top and untied the string of her nightie. "All right, let's make noise."
The Next Morning
Sam and Rachel woke up early before everyone else and took a shower. They tried to keep their hands off each other to avoid waking up Santana, but they were able to sneak a few kisses as they washed each other.
Midway through the shower, the curtain suddenly flew open and there stood Santana wearing an owl mask while wielding a kitchen knife and a toilet plunger.
Rachel screamed and hid behind him while Sam just stood there dumbfounded. Santana really followed her word by recreating the Phantom of the Paradise scene.
"I warned you too not to make a sound." She said threateningly. "I warned you!"
Rachel glared at her from behind his shoulder. "So what? Are you gonna kill us now?"
Santana smiled and began twirling the plunger in her hands. "Ooh la la, Rachel Berry in the shower. And no, I just wanted to jump you both in she shower like this."
Rachel covered her eyes and cringed back. "Don't twirl that around, you're probably flinging poop on us!"
Santana laughed and pointed it at her. "Relax, I bought it yesterday in case you two didn't follow my rules...and you didn't. But I got my revenge and I'm happy. So as a nice homage to this not-so famous scene, here's my closing. I may not be able to stop you from making orgasmic noises in the middle of the night, but you better not bring anyone else home to join you. Anyone else that tries, dies! Have a nice day, you two."
After she left, Sam burst out laughing. "She actually did it...she did the shower scene from Phantom of the Paradise!"
Rachel shook her head. "I was wondering about the owl mask, but whatever. She can't scare us."
Sam stifled a chuckle and he held her to his chest. "Oh, I'm pretty sure she did. Come on, let's finish showering."
Later that Day
Everyone in the apartment was in full hustle. Hiram and Leroy helped Kurt cook the dinner for that night while Rachel and Santana hustled and bustled around the apartment doing some last minute cleaning. Sam offered to help with the cooking, so he sat at the kitchen table peeling potatoes.
Rachel glanced at the clock while she fluffed the pillows on the couch. "Dads, my friend Brody will be here in a few minutes to help out."
"Who's Brody?" Sam asked.
"This amazingly sculpted Beau-hunk who has the hots for Rachel." Santana replied.
Rachel smacked her arm. "Hush. He's just a friend in some of my classes, he's coming over to help cook. He also doesn't have anywhere to go home to for Christmas, so I personally invited him here. And he's a really good cook."
"Meow, I smell a dog-fight happening tonight." Santana said from the corner of the kitchen where she was eating her salad.
Sam pictured Brody to just be an average guy in her class, kind of like Artie, that had a tiny crush on her. It actually sounded too cute.
"If I can't, can you get the door, Sam?" Rachel asked.
He nodded. "Sure thing, babe, I got it."
She walked over and kissed his head. "Thanks, sweetie. I'm gonna go re-clean the bathroom, so behave yourself."
Everyone worked in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Kurt got fed up with there not being any noise, so he plugged in his IPOD and they all listened to current pop music for a while.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the big sliding front door. Sam set down his peeled potatoes, washed his hands and went to answer it.
Instead of just an average guy at the door, a tall masculine, but tanner version of Sam stood in the doorway. He was holding an orchid and a large bag of groceries. Sam even caught how white and shiny hi teeth were when he flashed him a smile.
"Hey there, Merry Christmas! I'm Brody."
Phew, and here is this chapter. I swear, college has been sucking the creative juices out of me, it makes my brain hurt. But don't worry, the next few chapters will be great, I promise!
