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"Rachel," Kurt yelled while filling the ketchup and mustard bottles, "take your break. We need to talk." Rachel cocked her head to the side before looking around the diner. All of her customers had left so technically she didn't have anything stopping her. She had been at work long enough to take a break. She nodded at Kurt before clocking out and heading to the break room. She noticed that Kurt was instantly on her heels. She knew something was wrong, she just didn't know what.
"I don't know what the heck is going on between you and Sam anymore, but Blaine says that you need to call him. I text Blaine back and said we were working, but Blaine simply said now…so here I am…Call Sam." With that Kurt handed Rachel his phone, knowing that hers was locked in her work locker. "Good luck," he added, knowing that New Directions had just disbanded forever.
"Hello," a muddled voice whispered from the other end of the phone. Rachel gasped in shock. Sam sounded nasally, almost as though he had been crying. She immediately sat down on a bench and cursed the fact that she was literally on the opposite coast that he was on.
"Sam, baby, what's wrong?" It slipped out of her mouth, but it sounded nice to her. In the few weeks it had been since Sam had abruptly left New York in an attempt to give her space she had truly worked on sorting her feelings out. She had begun seeing a therapist on campus that was free and even took to writing in a journal at night. After Sam had admitted that he had been going to Finn's grave to talk about her it made something inside of her snap.
"We lost, Rachel," he retorted. "We lost and it was my fault. Mr. Schuester," a sniffle, "said that it was up to me to carry this team. I brought Finn with us. I did everything to honor him, and because of me we lost."
"It wasn't your fault, Samuel," she quickly admonished. "I'm sure that Finn knows you tried your hardest as does Mr. Schuester. You did the best you could." It was then that full out sobs wracked the teenage boy's body. She could hear his quiet heaves and gasps for air. "Sam, what is this really about? We've lost before. Heck, Finn and I lost Nationals for us once. You didn't do anything wrong."
"I didn't push us hard enough. I tried to think of how you and Finn worked us in the weeks leading to competitions…Now there isn't going to be a glee club anymore…because of me." Rachel swallowed thickly before choosing her response; however, when she opened her mouth it became apparent that Sam had hung up.
"I'm going to Los Angeles," Rachel stated upon re-entering the diner. Kurt looked at her as though she had grown a thousand heads. "Sam needs me."
"Rachel, that's insane. You can't just fly to LA. They're leaving tomorrow anyway."
"Fine-I'll fly to Lima tomorrow. I don't care. Sam has been there for me time and time again when I needed him. He needs me now." Rachel stomped her foot for good measure and saw Kurt shake his head in bemusement.
"Rach, you're being a crazy person right now. Why don't you finish your shift and then come back home. We can talk to Blaine and Sam, drink some wine, and watch some movies. If Sam says that he wants you to fly to Lima then tomorrow we'll get you a ticket…maybe." Rachel weighed her options and decided to indulge Kurt with the evening; however, if Sam was still a wreck the next day she was leaving." Rachel nodded, partly to make Kurt shut up and partly because she could use a night of just talking to Sam. "Anyway, I'm off. If you aren't at the loft by ten then I'm sending the cops after you." Rachel scoffed, hugged her roommate, and then went back to serving customers in an attempt to stop worrying about Sam.
"Did you tell Kurt to tell Rachel to call me?" Sam questioned from his spot on the bed. He rolled over and looked at Blaine, who was sharing the bed with him. Artie and Jake had the other twin bed but they were all out celebrating their last night as a team. It was all crap if you asked Sam.
"Yeah…Yes, Sam, I did. You were clearly upset and I knew Rachel was the person who could help you. Mr. Schuester, he was unreasonably hard on you, but even he told you that he was proud of you. You aren't at fault here. I knew Rachel would understand that." Blaine got up from the bed and pulled his t-shirt off. "I'm going to take a shower…if you want to talk on the phone," he hinted. Sam nodded before pulling himself up into a seated position. His back was resting against the hotel bed's headboard.
He glanced at his cracked phone screen and sighed. There was no way that Rachel would be awake. It was ten o'clock LA time. In New York it would be past midnight. Still, for the first time he truly needed Rachel to be there for him. He typed in the phone number he knew by heart and waited. Rachel instantly answered the phone. "Hi." Her voice was soft, almost timid. He wondered if she herself was okay.
"Hey," he replied. "Blaine just now went to take a shower. I wanted to call you when I was alone…It's late there though so…"
"It's fine," Rachel quickly interrupted. "I could feel how upset you were. I couldn't sleep knowing that you were hurting." Sam chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"It's nothing." Sam's voice was aloof, but Rachel was nothing but persistent.
"What were you laughing at?" The blond could see the pout that Rachel was sporting perfectly. He left out a breath of air picked at the dirt under his nails. It was disgusting and he knew he would be the next to shower after Blaine.
"That just…I don't know…made it sound like we were soulmates or something." He briefly wondered if he should have lied after Rachel didn't respond. He couldn't hide the smile that formed on his face when Rachel did reply though.
"I don't know," she mocked him, "maybe we are." Sam shook his head at how flustered the brunette was making him. It was sad, in a way, how whipped Rachel Berry had him. He would walk all the way to New York City if it meant that the girl in question would say that she was his.
"I missed you, Rachel. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you the past few weeks. I had no right. I was an asshole." He could hear Rachel sighing on her end of the line. "It was immature. I'm not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box."
"Sam," her voice was low. It was almost like warm honey to him. "It's fine. It's in the past. I messed up. You messed up. We're just dancing around each other at this point." He scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion. "When I see you next week though we need some alone time."
"I figured as much," Sam admitted, remembering that he had told Rachel the night before that he didn't intend on going to college in New York. "Look, Rachel, it's late there so I need to let you go. I promise that I'll call you once we are back in Lima."
"Why are you still awake?" Kurt yelled from his room. He groaned when he heard the cheery voice of his roommate yell back at him with a loud "Sam," being exclaimed from her lips. He had been an ass about the entire situation in the beginning; however, now he was just sick and tired of the pair ignoring the fact that they were both madly in love with each other…Rachel especially. At least Sam had been a man and admitted his feelings from the beginning.
Rachel was a whole other problem. He groaned, deeming Rachel's issues her own for the time being. He couldn't help anyone unless he had eight hours of sleep to perfect his skin.
So the next chapter is a big one: graduation, the talk between Rachel and Sam, and a big event is going to go down! Hope you'll stick around! :)