Hey guys! So… don't hate me! I'm so sorry that this took so long, but it took me a SHITLOAD amount of time to proofread this, plus, as soon as I finished proofreading, I decided to add one last final scene, which took some time. But I did, however, finish chapter eleven, for the most part; all I really need to do is make some finishing touches to the final scene, and then proofread.
What did you guys think of Yes/ No? I, personally, don't ship Samceds, but I don't hate them. Anything is better than Fabrevans (though I was really hoping that Summer Nights would be a Samchel duet. oh well).
Now on to chapter Ten:
This chapter is rated M for sexual content, foul language, and adult themes; you have been warned.
Hold Your Hand
Chapter Ten
Rachel slowly opened her eyes, the darkness that she had been surrounded by before beginning to turn into a series of blurry colors, "Mmm," she hummed softly, her mouth feeling extremely dry. Blinking a few times, her eyesight became clearer as she looked around the room. The walls were painted white. There were wires everywhere, of all different sizes and colors. It sort of reminded her of some of those hospital dramas that her mother used to like to watch back when she was living with her in high school.
"I think she's up, now," she heard a voice, most likely belonging to a young child, say, "can I please turn on the T.V., now? It's really boring in here." The voice sounded faintly familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly who it belonged to.
"Rachie!" she heard another voice exclaim, and footsteps running up to her. That was funny… that blonde girl kind of looked like- holy crap! What was Brittany doing there? Wait… where the hell was she?
"W-what… what's going on?" she whispered.
"Brittany," she heard another voice say, "she just woke up; give her some space.,"
"Mom?" Rachel looked up at the older woman, "what's going on? Where's… where's Sam?"
"Are you okay?" Shelby continued, ignoring her daughter's last question, "do you feel pain? Are you thirsty? Noah, go get a nurse, she needs water-"
"Mom," she interrupted, "where's Olivia? You're supposed to be taking care of her."
"Olivia and Beth are back at home with Santana. Noah, where's that water?"
"Mom, I'm fine, just… W-what happened?" She looked around the room. Brittany and Noah were sitting in the corner, talking quietly amongst themselves. Stacie and Stevie were sitting in seats just a few feet away from them, obviously bored. Wait, Stacie and Stevie? Weren't they supposed to be in Tennessee, right now? How did they even get there? They would have had to- oh god, Sam's parents were there, too!
"Rachel," she smiled down at her, suppressing a laugh, "you broke three of your ribs, and sprained your arm; you're lucky that you didn't suffer any head trauma." That might have been a good thing, though; maybe my daughter would have forgotten that she was dating that stupid blond boy.
"What?" Rachel shook her head in confusion, "how?"
"Well," she sighed, "the paramedic said something about a drunk driver-"
"Mom, I swear to god we weren't drinking!"
"I know, I know," she sighed, "but you two should have been paying more attention. I mean, you're lucky that you're even alive."
"Oh," she thought for a moment, "where's Sam?"
Shelby let out a small, amuse laugh, "he's right there."
"What?" she turned her head- Ow! Alright, this is really beginning to be a pain in the ass. Sam was laying down in a hospital bed about six feet away from hers, his head facing in her direction. "Hey," he smiled at her, weakly.
"Hey," she smiled back at him. There was nothing more that she wanted at that moment, than for everyone else in the room to leave, and slip into bed next to Sam. They had been sleeping together every night for so long, that it seemed almost vain to even be in a bed without him by her side. She knew that was what he wanted, too; she could see it in his eyes.
It felt so weird being back in a hospital, again. The last time she had been in a hospital was when she had given birth to Olivia. Though, of course, that visit was a bit more expected.
Rachel remembered how wonderful she felt, the moment she held her little baby girl in her arms for the first time. She looked up at her with those beautiful green eyes and sort of… smiled at her.
"Do you have a name for her yet?" Santana, who was standing on the right side of the hospital bed, while Brittany stood on the left, asked.
Rachel smiled down at her newborn daughter and said, "well… I was playing with names a few days ago… and I kind of think that my grandmother's name is pretty… you know, Eloise?"
"Eloise?" Santana thought about it for a quick second, "I don't know; I mean, Eloise Berry?"
"You're right," Rachel had agreed, "it sounds a little funny."
"It makes for a great middle name, though."
"You don't look like an Eloise, either," she smiled down at her.
"Do you have any other ideas?" Brittany had asked.
"Well… there is another name that… that I kind of like… I… I was thinking maybe… Olivia?"
"Olivia," The Latina smiled down at the baby, "I like that… it's really pretty… it suits her."
"Ohhhh, Rachel," Brittany smiled, "can we call her Livy?"
"Livy?" Rachel giggled, "that's so cute… I love it."
"Rachel?" the small girl was thrown back into reality when she felt her mother kiss her forehead, "did you hear what I said?"
"Huh?" she shook her head, "Oh! Um, no; I didn't."
"I said, why were you two even going to Vegas in the first place?"
"Um… well, you see… alright," she sighed, "do all of you really want to know why Sam and I were going to go to Vegas?" Everyone nodded, with a few "yes's thrown in, too. "Okay," she took a deep breath, "the reason why Sam and I decided to drive to Vegas just out of the blue was… because we're getting married."
The entire room was silent, as each pair of eyes slowly made their way to either Rachel or Sam.
"Are they joking?" Stevie finally broke the silence.
"Um…" Elizabeth Evans walked up to her son and daughter, taking them both by their hands, "of course they are, sweetheart. They're just kidding around," she passed the kids along to Brittany, "Brittany, why don't you take Stacie and Stevie down to the cafeteria?"
"Can we get gummy bears?" the older blonde asked.
"Sure," she sighed, "why not?"
"Yes!" she threw her fist up in victory before leading the two little kids out of the room.
"What do you mean you're getting married?" Shelby crossed her arms, "you can't get married; you've been dating for what? Two? Maybe three months?"
"Mom, we dated for an entire year during high school. And for the record, I can and will marry Sam; I'll be twenty one in two months, and can make my own decisions."
"And does it really matter how long we've been dating?" Sam added, "I love Rachel more than anything," he looked at her again, and smiled, "and I know she feels the same way about me, too." Rachel smiled back at Sam, "and we're definitely doing this."
"Oh no you're not," Elizabeth shook her head, "you're still just a little boy," she sat at the edge of his bed, "I mean, it feels like just yesterday, you were taking your diaper off, and running around the backyard yelling 'I'm nakie!'" Rachel had to cover her mouth to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter, "do you see, Joe?" she turned toward her husband, "do you see? I told you that we shouldn't have let him go off on his own to New York! That's a city of drugs, Joe! Honey," she cupped her son's face in her hands, "are you high? Are you a pot head now?" she asked, "because we can get you help for that. You can come home with your mommy, and be my little baby, again; I'll even cut the crusts off of your sandwiches for you, again, just the way you like it. And then I can-"
"Mom," Sam interrupted, finally having enough, "I'm a grown man, now. You have to stop considering me a little kid; I'm a father, for god sakes."
"And there's another thing," the brunette woman pointed out, "you're not even responsible enough, or respect your 'soon-to-be-wife' enough to use a con- I mean… you know… protection."
"Mom," he sighed, "First of all, I know what condoms are, I know how they work; I'm not a virgin. Second, I do love and respect Rachel. If I didn't, then I wouldn't have asked her to marry me."
"Yes, but-"
"Dad," the blonde boy looked up at his father, "do you remember that fishing trip you took me on, during the summer before I started freshman year?"
"I do," Joe nodded.
"Well, do you remember what you said to me?"
"Sammy boy," he chuckled, "we talked about a lot of things, that day."
"I remember you told me, that if I was ever with a girl that was too good for me, there's only one thing to do: marry her."
"Yeah," the blonde haired man chuckled, "I remember that."
"Well," Sam looked past his mother and at Rachel, "that's the girl, right there; she's the one." Sam had never wanted to be right next to Rachel, more than he did right then, "the two of us have been through a lot together, and we know that we're making the right decision."
Rachel shut her eyes, tightly. She really was trying to listen to what everyone was trying to say, but all she could think about was Sam. What would have happened if he didn't make it? If the blonde boy disappeared, not only from her life, but disappeared from the world, altogether?
A world without a Sam Evans seemed completely pointless. Even when they were separated, at least Rachel had the notion that he was still out there somewhere.
The petite brunette had to admit: her big lipped, lemon juice hair dying, comic book reading, guitar playing, pervy nerd was the only thing that was keeping her sane in her world that consisted of rude, cranky customers, a slightly overbearing mother, meaningless kiddy shows, and endless Brittany- Santana conflicts (seriously though- those two are about as stable as a crooked table on a rowboat in a choppy ocean). She knew it probably sounded silly, and maybe a little stupid, seeing that they had only gotten back together about three months ago, but she couldn't possibly see herself living without him. He was- and yes, she knew that this sounded extremely corny- sort of like… her rock. He was the one that comforted her whenever she would wake up screaming because she was having a nightmare about her fathers staring down at her… screaming about what a disgrace she was to their family, and how much she disgusted them; oh god, the disgust in their eyes during her dreams resembled the same look that they had given her when she had told them that she was pregnant.
She couldn't imagine going to bed without those strong, muscular arms wrapped around her body, his chest gently rising and falling. She loved the way his face looked while sleeping, half visible, and half buried into the pillow. Sometimes the brown eyed girl would even hear him murmur the word, "Rachel," oh so softly, the corners of his lips just slightly curving up into a small smile.
Hell, if he left, she… she'd lose everything. She'd lose the love of her life. She'd lose her best friend. She'd lose her lover, her sexual partner. She'd lose the father of her child. But most importantly… she would lose the one person on this earth that made her feel special. The one man that had never, ever lied to her about anything. Honestly, he was the only boyfriend that she had ever had that wasn't embarrassed, but actually proud to be with her.
She didn't realize that she was crying until she felt a war tear roll down her cheek, and heard Shelby ask, "why are you crying?"
"Oh," she shook her head, wiping her eyes with her hand, "yeah, I just," Rachel sighed, "can you please just… leave for a little while? This is all sort of overwhelming."
"Um…" Shelby and Elizabeth looked at them reluctantly.
Noah sighed. He sort of felt bad for his friends, and honestly, he didn't really see too much of a problem, here. Sure, if it was him, he wouldn't have asked Rachel to marry him; settling down wasn't really his thing. Hell, it took him forever do finally decide on joining the New York City Police Academy. But if Evans really wanted to live with a ball and chain around his leg for the rest of his life, that was his choice. Besides… the two of them seemed pretty happy together.
"Sure, Rach," he shot her a small smile, "take all the time you need." The Jewish boy guided the three parents out of the room.
"Wait!" Elizabeth's head peered through the doorway, "Sammy, if you need anything, just call me, okay?", before her husband gently pulled her way.
"So," Sam sighed, "now that we're alone, do you wanna tell me what's wrong?"
"Sam," she whispered, "I can't believe how close I was to losing you… it… it just really made me think about how… how terrible my life would be without you around… I… I love you, Sam."
"I love you too, baby," he smiled at her, "I'm still here, don't worry."
"And I'm thankful for that," she continued to gaze at him, "you have no idea how much. Do… do you think that our parents will ever…"
"Accept the fact that we're getting married?" he finished.
"Yeah," Rachel nodded.
"I'm not sure," he sighed, "maybe. But it's probably going to take some time for them to get used to the idea; especially my mom."
"I still want to marry you," she told him so quietly that it was almost a whisper.
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, surprised, "because, honestly, I didn't think that you were completely on board with the idea, yourself."
"At first, I was a little nervous about it," she said, truthfully, "things between us are progressing really fast, and I… I was scared, okay?"
"Scared? Scared of what?"
"I don't know, of a lot of things, I guess. You see, everything's changed since high school; I wasn't planning on losing my virginity until I was twenty five, let along get married or have a daughter. And don't get me wrong, I love my life… I've never needed someone to be with me as much as I do you; a few months ago, I decided that I was fine with the fact that Olivia would probably be the only roommate that I would ever have. But then you came back into my life, and changed everything; things just turned around to be so beautiful and perfect," she looked into his emerald green eyes, "do you remember our first night back together, when we were sitting on the couch, talking?"
"Yeah," the blonde boy nodded, smiling at the memory.
"Well, it was at that exact moment when I first realized that I still needed you; that I've never loved a man this much. And when you asked me to marry you, it really took me by surprise. I… I just didn't think that I was ready for that kind of commitment."
"Then what changed your mind?"
"It was on that last Monday. You know when you had to work late?" he nodded, "well, after I put Livy to bed, last night, I walked back into the living room, sat on the couch, and turned on the television; Avatar was on. I turned my head, and smiled, thinking that you were right there next to me. When I remembered you weren't, it… it just felt too weird. That's when I realized that didn't need to get used to the thought of commitment; because I already am fully committed to you. And now, as corny as it may sound, all I want is for you to be my husband."
"God, Rachel," Sam whispered, "You have no idea how much I wanna just kiss you right now," he bit his lip, yearning to just hold her in his arms. After looking at the door, making sure that no one was watching them, "alright; that's it."
Being careful not to make too much noise, Sam slowly began to sit up grabbing his chest and wincing in pain. He stood up on shaky legs, taking small steps as he walked toward Rachel's bed.
"Sam, what are you doing?" she asked.
Without giving the short girl a response, he slid into bed next to her, and took her hand in his, "Sam, I don't think you're supposed to be doing this," she shook her head, "we could get in trouble."
"I don't care," he shrugged, "right now, I'm supposed to be making love to you while calling you 'Mrs. Evans'. Besides," he kissed her hand, "I'm not hurting you right now, am I?" Rachel shook her head, "then I don't see a problem with just laying here with you like this."
"I guess so," Rachel shrugged, "but you do realize that your mom is going to be pretty pissed when she sees us in the same bed, don't you?"
"Don't worry about her; she'll eventually come around." I hope.
"So… tell me something…" Rachel smiled at him.
"What?"
"What was harder… telling your parents that we're getting married, or telling them that I was pregnant?"
"Well, considering that you were the one who really told everybody, I'd have to say that telling my parents about the baby was harder…" he thought for a brief moment, "telling you that I was poor was harder, though."
Sam sighed as he and Rachel walked to the park about a block away from the small girl's house. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was going to say to her. How was he going to tell his girlfriend that his father had just lost his job, so now his entire family was living in a tiny motel room, he couldn't really take her out on dates, anymore, and to top that all off, he had just gotten a job at a pizza parlor, so they couldn't really spend as much time together as they used to.
"Sam?" Rachel rested a hand on his arm, a concerned look spreading across her face, "are you alright?"
"Um… yeah," he squeezed her hand as they reached the empty park, smiling as he thought about all of the memories between the two of them that it held; it was their park. He couldn't even count how many times they would take a walk up there; sit on the swings, or one of the benches and just talk.
Sam had no idea why so many people in school said that she was annoying, or that she talked too much; he loved listening to her talk; about her drams, about her passion for singing and Broadway. He loved the sound of her voice, too; it wasn't at all obnoxious and over the top like some said, but sweet, and strong, instead.
"Actually, Rach…" he said as he sat down on one of the swings, "no… I'm not really alright."
"Oh my god," her eyes widened in realization, "you're breaking up with me, aren't you?" her voice began to crack, "look, Sam," she sniffled, "I know that… that being my boyfriend can very often be a challenge, but I… I thought that everything was going great. Could… could you at least tell me what I did wrong?"
"What?" the green eyed boy shook his head, "baby, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Of course I did," she sighed, "why else would you be breaking up with me?"
"Rachel, I'm not breaking up with you."
"Then why have you been avoiding me for the past two weeks?" she asked, "you keep on ignoring my calls, cancelled our date last week, and haven't let me come to your house at all. You're obviously upset with me, Samuel," she looked down at him, those big brown eyes that he loved so much full of hurt and disappointment, "and I just want to know why."
"I promise, I'm not upset with you," he looked up at her, "I just… you're the one who should be breaking up with me."
"Why would you say that?" she shook her head in confusion.
"Because… my… my dad… he… he lost his job."
"Oh," Rachel covered her mouth with her hand.
"Yeah," Sam sighed, "and just about two weeks ago, we lost her house," he reclaimed Rachel's hand, "you know when the bank takes your house they literally… take it; they come by one morning and kick you out of your own house; just… lock you out."
"Oh my god, Sam," she gasped, "why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I don't know, I… I guess I'm just… just embarrassed about the whole thing, you know?"
"Why would you be embarrassed?"
"Well…" Sam shrugged, "I just sort of feel like a loser, you know? And a sucky boyfriend. I mean, who wants to date a guy that can't afford to do anything with you?"
"just because you don't have a lot of money doesn't mean that I love you any less. I said yes when you asked me to be your girlfriend for a reason, you know."
"yeah, I know," he sighed, "I just feel really bad, you know? I can't really take you out on dates, or buy you things... Hell Rachel, I'll be lucky if I can even afford condoms," he looked up at her from the swing, "wait!" he shook his head, "don't worry; I'll be SURE that I have that."
"Sam," she smiled, "I don't care if I might have to take YOU out for dates, instead; actually I think this might be sort of fun," she kissed his head, "maybe now I can get a chance at sweeping YOU off of YOUR feet for a change."
"See?" the blonde boy shook his head, "this is why I didn't want to tell you about this!"
"W-what?" Rachel shook her head, feeling slightly offended, "why wouldn't you to tell me? I'm your girlfriend; you're SUPPOSED to tell me all of these things. Unless... You... You don't feel that you can trust me?"
"what?" he placed his hand on her back, pulling her closer to him, "no baby, of course not, I just... You paying for all of our dates, it... It makes me feel... Like less of a man."
"less of a man, huh?" she thought for a moment, "you know I just might be able to fix that for you. Do you want to know why?"
"why?" he swallowed, unsure of what she was going to do.
"because you're no less of a man to me; you're working hard to make money for your family, and that's a HUGE turn on for me," she gently sat on his lap as he still sat on the swing, wrapping her legs around his waist, "it makes me horny," she whispered into his ear.
"baby, I really want to but," he sighed in disappointment, "we're in a public place; you always say that you never-"
She pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, causing him to lose his train of thought, "I don't see anyone else here; do you?" Sam shook his head.
"So," the petite brunette slowly began to unzip his pants, "do you have any condoms on you right now?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Good," she smiled up at him, mischievously, "because we're going to need them." Rachel gently pulled Sam's penis out of its denim confinement.
"Mmm babe," Sam moaned the moment he felt her touch on his skin, quickly beginning to grow hard. He knew that this wasn't very smart. Someone could catch them at any moment; god, he could only imagine how mortified he would be if some little kid and their mom found them in this position.
Rachel reached down into her boyfriend's back pocket, taking out a condom, moaning when she felt him bury his face into her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point, just enough to leave a bruise. She took his dick, which was now searing hot, and hard as a rock, in her hand, slowly pumping it up and down.
Releasing his cock, she ripped open the tiny package and slid the condom onto the head of his penis and he rolled it the rest of the way down.
"God Rachel… I have missed you these past two weeks…" he moved his hand up her shirt and squeezed her breast from the outside of her bra.
"I've missed you too, Sam," she replied, beginning to move the crotch of her panties out of the way. Rachel began to grind herself against his covered cock, fisting his blue plaid shirt as she sort of rubbed up and down.
Ohfuck, she was crazywet and now her pussy was grinding down against his head, "Sam," she whispered, "tell me what you want."
"Jesus Rach, you know what I want…"
"Say it, Sam… I want to hear you say it…"
He really hadn't expected it to get so heated so fast between them but ohdeargod she was responding to him just as passionately as he was giving it to her, "I…" he swallowed debating on whether he should say what he was really thinking to her, "oh god, I wanna fuck you, Rachel… right here… right now…"
"Take me, Sam… " Rachel whispered, "I want you to fuck me…"
That was all he needed to hear. Sam placed his hands on her ass, sliding her onto his cock, "oh fuck, baby…" he threw his head back and moaned from the overwhelming sensation of the tightness and the wetness.
"Sam… feels… so fucking good," Rachel whimpered as she bounced up and down on his cock. She didn't know why, but for some reason, she found this position to be extremely erotic as they swung back and forth, slightly.
"Fuck… fuck fuck…baby… this is so fucking tight!" Sam pressed his fingers into her hips, his fingertips turning white.
"Uh!" he growled, "so close…"
"Sam," Rachel whispered, "I'm close, too… just a little more…"
"Rachel, I can't… can't hold it for much longer," Sam's eyes screwed shit, his guitar calloused hands pressing into her back.
"I'm almost there…" she moaned.
"Baby, I'm gonna- oh shit!" the blonde boy's grip on his girlfriend's back tightened as he lost all control, shooting his load into the condom. Rachel joined him just moments, after, tugging at his hair as she forced his name out one last time.
"Sam…" Rachel breathed when her climax ended, still trying to regain a normal breathing level, "I have… no words…"
"Me either…"
"I just want you to know…" she continued, "that I don't care how much money you have, or that you're living in a motel room with the rest of your family. I don't love you because you buy me things…" she moved the blonde bangs out of his emerald green eyes, "I love you beause you're sweet, funny, handsome, good hearted, patient with me and all of my Broadway obsessions, compassionate-"
"And great in the sac?" Sam interrupted.
"Hey!" Rachel smirked, "don't push it, Evans," she giggled, "but in all seriousness… I really, really love you."
Sam smiled back at her, "I love you too, baby."
"Why were you so afraid of telling me?" Rachel shook her head in confusion, bringing Sam back into the real world.
"I don't know," he shrugged, "I guess I just… thought that you would break up with me."
"Sam," she looked into his eyes, "I thought that I made this clear… I'm never, ever breaking up with you. I love you way too much to ever be able to give you up. Understand?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "I understand."
"We're in this together, okay? We're a team, you and I," she leaned in closer to him, "you're stuck with me, Samuel."
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
.X.x.X.x.X.
Sam's head shot up (ow!) when he heard the metal doorknob click, and the wooden door slowly creak open, "Dad?" he raised an eyebrow when he saw the tall, familiar figure walk towards the bed, "what are you doing here?"
"I think the more appropriate question would be, what are you doing in there?" Joe pointed to the bed.
"Oh, well I… she… she didn't want to sleep alone…" he smiled up at her, sheepishly, gesturing towards a sleeping Rachel, her body cuddled up against his.
"Sure," he said with an amused roll of his eyes, "she didn't want to sleep alone. So would you like to tell me what's going on with you?"
"What?" he shook his head in confusion.
"With you and Rachel and this whole 'marriage' thing; are you really thinking of going through with it, or what?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "we are."
"Sammy boy," he sighed, "you're twenty one years old, don't rush into things; you have your whole life ahead of you."
"But dad," he protested, "this is all I want… I can't think of any way I'd rather spend my life, than as Rachel Berry's husband."
Joe thought for a brief moment, "So how's the kid?"
Sam smiled, "she's… she's great dad. Her name's Olivia; she loves to sing and dance, just like Rachel, and can count all the way to ten… and get this… she loves my impressions."
"That's great, son," the older man chuckled, "cherish this time you have with her; before you know it, she'll be a teenager, going out on dates… and one day… when you both know that she's ready… she'll leave you."
"What?" Sam shook his head, "hell no; she ain't dating."
"You say that now, Sam, but wait… just you wait. Puberty comes pretty quick, you know."
"No it doesn't," he shook his head."
"Oh, but it does. You know, I remember when you first started puberty. I can still see you running out of the bathroom, screaming, 'Help! Help! There's hair on my wiener! There's hair on my wiener!'"
"Dad," Sam sighed, "I thought we agreed that we would never bring that up, again. Ever."
"Let it go, Samuel, it was a long time ago. So… are you really serious about this?"
"Of course I am," Sam nodded.
"Well… I hope you know that you're mothers not really on board with it; neither is Rachel's."
"I know," the younger man sighed, "and I really wish she was, and that she understood how much being able to call Rachel my wife means to me."
"You're just going to have to give her some time… and please explain to Rachel that it's not her fault because I saw the look on her face, and that poor girl thinks that your mother hates her."
"Will do."
"Now about Olivia… when am I going to be able to meet her?"
"Soon, dad," Sam smiled up at his father, "soon."
So did you guys like it? What did you think of Sam's parents? I hope you liked them, because you'll be seeing a lot more of them :) Oh, and Livy will be back, next chapter, too.
Like I said earlier, chapter eleven is nearly finished; as soon as I get ten reviews for this chapter, I'll post the next one :).