The next day, Sam entered Glee club with Rachel, as usual. Sam was proud of himself on how easy it was to make Rachel forgive him for neglecting saying 'I love you.' Sam managed to make her forget and make her swoon at the same time, and he was actually pretty excited about that. He was never good with words, but at that moment he wasn't looking for an easy out. He meant the words he did say, and Rachel knew it. That's why a little something extra special happened last night.

Rachel was happy to have Sam. Her previous boyfriends never made her feel as special as Sam made her feel. After what Sam said the previous day, Rachel decided it was time to show Sam exactly how much she appreciated him.

(sixteen hours earlier)

"What exactly are we doing, babe?" Sam asked, completely oblivious.

"You'll find out soon enough, Sammy!" Rachel said in a sing-song voice. She led Sam through her house, arriving at their destination in less than a minute. Rachel Berry's bedroom.

Sam's head was racing. "There is no Goddamn way this fucking happening." he told himself.

"Language." Rachel warned, Sam wasn't aware he said that out loud.

Rachel led Sam to her bed and sat down. Sam's hands were sweating profusely, and he wiped his hands on his jeans trying to get rid of it.

"So…" Sam said, eyeing his shoes. Rachel decided to take control of the situation, lifting his face to hers and giving him a sensual kiss. Sam quickly jumped out of his dazed state and opened his mouth the meet her tongue with his. As they kissed, Sam placed his hand on Rachel's side and slowly stroked the small singer's body.

"My dads are not going to be home for another hour and a half." Rachel noted between kisses when she looked at her alarm clock. Sam started kissing her neck, trying to keep his cool. Rachel pushed his head back slowly and stood up. She grabbed the hem of her animal print sweater and slowly lifted it, each passing second revealing more of her toned body. Sam was amazed. He knew his girlfriend had a rocking body, but never more than now did he appreciate her early morning workout schedule. In less than five seconds, her sweater was off and she tossed the article of clothing into the corner of her pink colored room. Sam's breath stopped as he saw his girlfriend in the first time in just a bra and her skirt.

Rachel saw the effect she had on her boyfriend and smiled, her confidence rising. She took Sam's hand and pulled him up, where he attempted to reconnect with her lips. She put her index finger to his lips. "Not now Sammy. It's your turn."

Sam, all too eagerly, ripped the buttons off of his plaid button up shirt, leaving just a white v-neck. When he saw the disappointed look on his girlfriend's face, he knew that wouldn't be enough.

"Well?" Rachel asked, irritated.

"Well I took off my shirt." Sam said smiling. Rachel shook her head and put her arms around him, pulling the shirt off. Sam laughed, "Well I guess you owe me one more piece of clothing, Rachel." He crossed his arms, "Your turn." He said with an eyebrow raised.

Rachel beamed, "I guess you're right." She said lowly, reaching her arms behind her back and quickly unlatched her bra. As it fell to the ground, Sam's swallowed nervously. Rachel pushed him on his back and kneeled down in front of him.

"I figured we start where we left off last time," she whispered, running her hand down the front of his jeans. She felt him through his jeans becoming rock hard. Sam watched as she undid the button and zipper of his jeans and slid them down to his ankles. He took the time to kick off his shoes, and Rachel continued to play with him through his boxers. Sam moaned, this was shaping up to be a great day.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked, in a moment of kindness. As much as he liked where this going, he didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to. In lieu of a response, Rachel gripped his shaft. Sam's eyes closed and he took a deep breath, "Carry on then" He whispered. Rachel lowered his boxers to where his pants were resting, and in one pull, pulled them both off. She through them in the ever growing pile of clothing. Rachel looked at her boyfriend completely nude and gripped his shaft again. She slowly started moving her hand up and down, quickening her pace every once in a while to switch things up. Sam watched his girlfriend as her eyes never left his. He sat up and gave his girlfriend one last kiss. Rachel lowered her head, and kissed the tip of his penis, eliciting a moan from her blonde boyfriend. She lifted it up, and dragged her tongue along the bottom, her hand following after. Sam's eyes closed, he was trying to focus on not ruining the moment by blowing up too early. That proved to be more difficult than he imagined when she put the entire thing in her mouth.

Rachel bobbed her up and down, her left hand stroking his testicles and her right hand as back up on Sam's member. Sam grabbed Rachel's hair and squirmed. He began to lightly tug on her hair, and he moaned.

"Oh my God, Rach, yes" Sam yelped as he felt the tip of his penis hit the back of her throat.

She took her mouth off of him, "So that's what Ms. Pillsbury meant." She said to herself.

"What?" Sam said, eyes still closed, wondering why she would mention the guidance counselor at a moment like this.

"Never mind, it isn't important," Rachel said quickly before returning her mouth to Sam. She swirled her tongue around Sam's head and stroked the shaft lovingly. Sam's moans became a little higher in pitch, and Rachel planned to do that again soon.

"Oh God, Rach. Do- fuck, do you have like a Kleenex? Or some- fucking, Jesus, something of that nature?" Sam asked, his face turning red and scrunching up. Rachel paid no attention to what he was saying, all her focus on getting the job done.

"Oh fuck!" Sam said as she swirled her tongue one final time around his head. Rachel felt his testicles tighten as he shot his load into her mouth, moaning the whole time. Rachel was surprised at the taste, but she didn't want his semen all over her floor so she kept it in her mouth as it shot in her mouth. When he was done, she sucked hard and pulled it out with a very audible sound. Sam laid back on his girlfriend's bed and stared the ceiling, his breath slowly returning to normal. He heard Rachel stand up and walk to her bathroom. He heard a small splash of what he guessed to be his cum falling into her toilet. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard the toilet flush. The sink started running, and he turned his head to see Rachel, still half naked, brushing her teeth.

Sam laughed and stood up. He walked up behind her and hugged her from behind.

He kissed Rachel's neck and whispered, "I do love you."

A/N: Holy shit. It's been a while since I wrote. I hope you don't completely hate the smut in this chapter. It's my first time writing smut, so I felt really awkward writing this. Plus, I'm super high right now. Oh well. I also wrote another story called "Finn's Choice" during my hiatus on this story, so check it out if you want. Be sure to share this story with your friends, enemies, and pets. Please send any problems, commendations, or requests via review. Much Love!