When Worlds Collide
Pairings: Pucktana and eventual Samchel, mentions of St. Berry.
Friendships: Puckleberry, Pezberry, Spuck and Samtana
Word Count: 1,239 words
It was hard for the couple, but they had each other. Santana had decided to see a therapist about it. Rachel fully supported her friend's decision, and offered to take her. Santana hated the fact that she was going to be telling some stranger all of her problems, but she knew it was for the best. The therapist would know how to make her recover. Puck on the other hand took his sadness out with anger. He'd started boxing, and he'd even gotten into a fight at a bar with 'some douche who wouldn't shut his fucking mouth.' Puck's words. It was hard, but they were getting better.
Over the next few months, Santana started feeling a lot better. Puck too, for that matter. They decided that once they were ready again, they were going to try to have another kid. Not yet though. The wound was still too new. It helped them a lot that they had all their friends' support. Puck had been spending a lot of time with his family lately. It helped him a lot. Santana was just content with being around her friends. She hadn't even gotten to tell her parents she'd been pregnant before the miscarriage. It sucked, but there was no point in telling them now.
As the months went by for Sam, he finished fixing up his store, and was getting ready to open it. His favorite part about his store was that it was two stories. The top part was going to be his own personal loft. Sam's dream really did come true. He got to live in a comic book store, his own comic book store. The grand opening was coming up soon, and his family was coming out for it. This was great news for Sam, they'd finally get to meet Rachel. He, Puck, Santana and Rachel worked on making flyers to pass around for the opening.
The day of the opening was great for Sam. A lot of people had shown up, which he hadn't expected. His friends were all there of course, and while everyone wandered around, he found his parents, to introduce them to Rachel. "Mom, dad, this is Rachel, the girl I've been telling you about." His parents were delighted. "Rachel, these are my parents, Mary and George." Rachel shook both of their hands. "It's honestly a pleasure to meet you two. Sam has told me only great things about his childhood." Eli ran by, and tugged on his mother's shirt. "Mama, I have to go to the bathroom." Rachel smiled. "I'll take him," Sam offered. "Okay, thanks," Rachel smiled. "Is that your son?" Mary asked, a smile on her face. George excused himself to keep an eye on the twins.
Rachel nodded, watching Sam and Eli walk away. "That's nice, I've heard a bit about him, he's absolutely adorable, looks just like you as well." Rachel beamed. She was used to adults judging her for her son, because she was so young. "I honestly think he looks more like his father," She said, pointing Jesse out in the crowd.
"Oh, you're still close with the father of your son?" Rachel took a deep breath. "Well, yes. We're just friends, he's Eli's father, after all. Sam though, Sam is honestly a fantastic guy. I love being around him. I don't know what I'd do without him now." Rachel grinned. "You've definitely raised a fine young man." Now it was Mary's turn to beam. "I'm glad he found somebody. You're a very sweet girl, Rachel." The twins were starting to get a little rowdy, so Mary excused herself to help her husband sort everything out. Shortly, Eli and Sam came back from the bathroom. Rachel scooped the five year old up in her arms at his request, and he nuzzled his face into her shoulder. "Mama, I'm tired, can we go?" He asked, yawning.
Rachel looked at Sam, and he nodded. "If you want, we can take him upstairs, and let him sleep there.. I've got the bed set up." Rachel nodded, and followed Sam upstairs. Eli clung to his mom however when she tried to lay him down. "Mama don't leave me." Rachel tried to put him down on the bed again. "Eli, please, mama needs to go back downstairs." Eli was about to throw a fit, she could feel it coming on. "Mama please!" He cried. Rachel looked at Sam, and he nodded. "It's fine, really. You've been helping out all day. Stay here with Eli, I'll go close up. It's almost closing time anyway." Sam kissed her forehead, and ruffled Eli's hair, and left. Rachel laid down with Eli, and started to rub his back soothingly. The little boy curled up to his mom's side, and closed his eyes.
"Did you have fun today, baby?" She asked quietly. Eli nodded. "I got to play with Stacy and Stevie. They said they're Sammy's brother and sister. They look almost the same, except Stacy is a girl and Stevie is a boy." Rachel laughed. "That's because they're fraternal twins, honey." She explained. "Do I have a twin?" He asked. Rachel shook her head. "No, sweetie. You're my only baby." Eli smiled at this, and hugged his mom tight. "I love you, mama." He said. Rachel held the boy tightly, and smiled. "I love you too, honey." Shortly after that, Eli fell asleep, and Rachel pulled the blanket over him.
Not too long after she got Eli sleeping, Sam came back upstairs, and sat next to Rachel on the bed. "He's out like a light." She said. Sam looked at the child, and smiled. "How well did you do today?" Rachel asked, excitedly. "We made a lot of money today, everything's starting off great so far." Sam shared, excited. "I'm so happy for you, Sam." She smiled. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" He asked, looking at the little boy who was asleep soundly. Rachel nodded. "I don't want to wake Eli." Sam nodded. "I understand." He laid down next to the brunette, and hummed quietly in her ear until they both fell asleep.
Santana got Rachel's text that she was going to be staying at Sam's the night after the opening, and responded, reassuring Rachel she'd be fine. Puck came to the apartment, and they spent the night together, mostly staying silent. It was almost relaxing. They talked after a bit, and started making plans for their future. "And you, you're going to be a fucking superstar, babe." Santana laughed at this. "Let me guess, you're going to be a big music man, and I'll be your supermodel wife, that all the guys wanna get with." She smiled, and Puck laughed, nodding. "All the chicks are hitting on me, and all the dudes wanna get with you, but sadly, we're taken." He fantasized. "And you know what they'll really hate?" Santana raised an eyebrow. "What?" Puck pulled a box out of his pocket, and opened it to a ring. "This. Santana Lopez, I love you, so much, and I've honestly never loved anyone else… Will you marry me?" He asked, a hopeful smile on his face. Santana nodded. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." Puck chuckled, and took the ring out of the box, slipping it on to her finger. "So now we're the engaged couple." He said, kissing his fiancée, and wrapping his arms around her.
A/N: So sorry for the hiatus! I've had the biggest chunk of writers block for this story. But here's the next chapter! Read and review! Do you like where the story is going? I've got a few more ideas for this story, and I really hope you guys like them! Enjoy!
