-At the Berry Household-

Oh no. If Sam wasn't with Noah-where was he?

Rachel sat up, clutching her bed and desperately wishing the room wasn't spinning-why did she even drink? Her heart was going out of control, her anxiety levels reached top Rachel-Berry-Freak-Out levels. She stumbled off her bed, looking for her phone then remembered she was holding it. She tried to keep the words from crossing and blending together on her phone while she searched for Sam's number, clicking call.

"Hey its Sam and I can't-" Rachel hung up on the voicemail. She had to-

Rachel stopped herself, ungracefully sitting on the floor, purely dizzy. Rachel Berry did not have to do anything, Sam was a jerk who didn't care about her and he was selfish and he didn't care about her and she shouldn't care about him.

"Wait, Rachel no please wait-!" she shuddered at the memory that happened only hours ago, desperately wanting to believe she was wrong, she heard it wrong, but she didn't it, she heard it with her owns ears.

No matter how much she wanted to hate him, she couldn't. Even if maybe it was fake Sam that she spent those two months with, she loved those two months, and she loved him.

She always thought he was attractive, and maybe she started to get a little crush on him, but the day after Quinn said all those mean things to her, Rachel reached the line right between like and love with Sam, all because of what he did for her that day.

That morning Rachel stepped out of her dads car, she took a deep breath. Some kids passing by stared at her, and she held her head high as she closed the car door and up the steps to the school. The day passed by uneventful until she got to Glee club.

While Noah was going on to her and Sam about how ridiculous it was that whenever something that got vandalized the school always looked at him first("I mean, I did spray paint the vending machine, but how would they know that?") Mr. Schue came in, looking very grim. "Alright everyone, I have some bad news-"

"Wait, Mr. Schue?" Noah said, sitting up straighter. "Before we get into the bad news, me and Sam want to perform a song." Rachel looked at Sam questioningly, he hadn't mentioned any song to her. But he was looking at the ceiling determidly, almost as if he was avoiding looking at her.

Mr. Schue didn't say anything for a moment, then sighed. "Sure, come on up guys."

The two boys got up, Puck grabbing an electric guitar. Sam cleared his throat, then surveyed the room. "Okay, this song is for someone in this room, and I'm sure you will get who in a second." he looked at Noah, who nodded and began to strum.

Puck

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice.

Dug my way out; Blood and fire.

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my, silly life."

Sam stood next to him, not really looking at anyone. Rachel was confused, the song only sounded familiar...

Sam:

"Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated.
Look, I'm still around. "

Rachel felt her jaw drop as she realized what the song was, and Sam smiled, coming to stand in front of her.

Sam:

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
like you're less than freakin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing,
You're freakin' perfect to me."

Her hearts was beating at a million miles an hour as he sang to her, with a smile on his face and she could almost feel like he meant it. Everyone in Glee club had dropped jaws, and Quinn had the most visible reaction of all.

Puck:

"You're so mean when you talk about yourself; you were wrong.
Change the voices in your head; make them like you instead.
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It's enough; I've done all I can think of.
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same."

By now the rest of the Glee club, save Finn and Quinn, joined in, smiling. Sam grabbed Rachels hands and pulled her to her feet, not letting go.

Sam:

"Pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than freakin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing.

You're freakin perfect to me."

Now everyone was singing with their heart, but Sam was the loudest, holding onto her.

Sam:

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than freakin' perfect.
Pretty,pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're freakin' perfect to me, yeah.
You're perfect, you're perfect
Oh pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothin' you're freakin' perfect to me."

As the song closed, everyone was talking but Rachel didn't hear any of them. She looked at Sam, who was grinning, with her mouth slightly opened and soon she was crying because she was so freakin happy. She threw herself onto Sam, wrapping her hands around his neck and hugging him as tightly as her tiny muscles could. His large arms wrapped themselves around her waist and she wanted nothing more then to declare her love to him at that moment.

"Thank you, thank you." she said over and over, only to him. He didn't say anything, only held her.

Soon, when the commotion went down, Rachel pulled away and wiped at her eyes shyly. Sam was grinning ear to ear, then led her to her seat and they sat down, staring at Mr. Schue. "That was great guys, really." he said, looking sincere but he had on a sad smile. "But, I have to give the bad news now; We can't sing 'Sing' by My Chemical Romance."

"What? That's stupid, that was like the perfect anthem. Why not?" Noah asked, looking incredulous.

Mr. Schue sighed, fiddling with a paper in his hand. "We have been sent a Cease and Discest letter."

"I bet anything that Coach Sylvester is behind this." Mercedes said bitterly.

Mr. Schue nodded. "Trust me, I know."

"Mr. Schuster, if I may?" Rachel said, raising her hand. She didn't wait for him to acknowledge her. "I believe this is a blessing in disguise. Maybe we can, like I had earlier suggested, do Original Songs for Regionals-"

"All in favor of voting Rachel down again?" Santana asked, rolling her eyes.

Suddenly, Quinn spoke up, smiling. "I think Rachel is right. We work best under pressure."

The whole room got silent, everyone staring at Quinn, until Rachel said, "What?"

"You agree with Rachel?" Santana asked, looking doubtful.

Quinn laughed. "Why, is that weird?"

"Yes." Sam said suddenly from next to Rachel, staring daggers at Quinn. "It seems kind of suspicious."

Finn, as oblivious as he always is, was smiling. "I think we should do Original Songs too!"

"I am up for it." Noah said.

"Me too." Sam said, looking away from Quinn. Rachel was positively beaming as slowly everyone agreed, practically bouncing in her seat.

Mr. Schue sighed, a smile playing on his lips. "Looks like we are doing Original Songs!"

"Oh no this is going to horrible." Rachel said, power walking to her locker with dread pulsing through her. Sam jogged to keep up with her.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "Rachel, stop walking so fast-"

Rachel stopped abruptly, turning on her heel and facing him. Her stop was so sudden he almost plowed right through her, instead coming to a quick stop. "Samuel, I am a horrible song writer, you heard my last song! You even laughed. I mean, I still kept pushing for an Original Song but now that it is here and everyone wants to do it they are going to expect me to write a good song which I am apparently incapable of because my writing ability is inadequate-"

Rachel was cut off by Sam placing his hands on her shoulders and kneeling to her eye level(which meant he had to bend over quiet low), and looked her in the eye. They were right in the middle of the hall and people gave them annoyed looks as they walked around them, but Sam didn't seem to notice. "Rachel, I know you have the ability to write a good song. You are so passionate and filled with so much emotion, all you have to do is tap into that, Rach. I believe in you, I know you can-"

Sam didn't get to finish, because suddenly a wall of blue ice hit them both, the feeling equivalent to being slapped with an iceberg. The slushy stung as it hit Rachel, who was horrified at this point. "Get a room, lady lips." a voice sneered, already dissapearing. She knew by the voice that it was a football player named Damien Henkeymeyer. The passer byers hardly seemed to notice. Rachel opened the eyes she had shut tightly on impact and stared up at Sam with wide eyes.

"Oh God Sam I am so-"

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, face clear of all emotion.

Rachel shook her head. "Sam, I'm fine but-"

"We should clean up." Sam said blankly. Rachel agreed and stopped by both their lockers to grab clothes, then to the bathrooms on the other side of school that was hardly used. Rachel was washing her hair in the sink.

"This is my fault, I-"

"How?" Sam asked. His lack of emotion was starting to become unsettling.

"They did that because you were with me-"

"Hey." Sam said, coming up next to her on by the sink. She shut the water off and grabbed a towel she had in her locker, trying to dry off some of her hair, or at least make it semi damp. "Don't apologize, its not your fault, okay?" his tone was soft and he was actually smiling. "Its not like I haven't been slushied before."

Rachel didn't respond, just bit her lip and nodded. "Here." she said, taking the towel and wiping his face. His smile became more warm, and more sincere, making Rachels stomach squeeze.

By the end of the day, Rachels hair was almost dry, and she was at her locker grabbing her things when someone came up behind her. She turned and gasped, instantly pulling her hands in front of her face, shielding herself from impact. It was Damien Henkeymeyer. When nothing happened, she looked at him. "I'm sorry, Rachel."

For a moment, they both stared at each other until Rachel intelligantly responded, "Huh?"

He looked down at his feet, sighing as if he was annoyed. "I'm sorry I slushied you, okay?"

Rachel continued to stare at him, dumbfounded. "Oh...? Okay?"

Suddenly he was speeding off, leaving Rachel stunned. Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and realizing it was a trick, she screamed and jumped waiting for impact. "Woah, its me!" Rachel sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her heart and looking at Sam. "You okay there?" she made a noise of annoyance. "Hey, what was Damien saying to you?"

She looked at him for a moment. "I think he was apologizing..."

Sam chuckled. "You seem surprised."

"Color me surprised." Rachel muttered.

"Hey, maybe he is a nice guy deep down." Rachel raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe he was persuaded."

Rachel was too shocked to contemplate if their was a hidden answer in that statement and suggested they both get home.

-At the Berry Household-

Rachel was in a panic, she couldn't sit there, who knew what was going with Sam? With liquid courage in her veins, she stood up, knowing she had to find him and let him know what a jerk he was, and how much she didn't care.

Leaning on her desk, she thought hard. Where would Sam be? And it hit her right away, she knew where exactly he was, and pulled out her phone.

"Yes, Rachel?" Noah answered.

"I need you to help me."

A/N

Behold the lamest ending ever. This chapter was just... I don't even. Filler, I guess. I swear I will make it up to you in the last five chapters! The next last chapters will be long, so yeah be prepared I guess? Ha.

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