Hello, everyone!

School's going great, love life is still non-existent, nothing much to update on about me.

Big shout out to the winner of last chapter's trivia question: Rhatch 89!

The correct answer was: Five episodes. "Quinn was in the wheelchair from "Big Brother" to "Prom-asaurus" which was five episodes (Big Brother, Saturday Night Glee-ver, Dance with Somebody, Choke, and Prom-asaurus)." Great job!

Next trivia question will be at the end of the chapter. I'm going to mix it up so not all the questions will be Glee related. This question and bonus question will be about the wonderful singer Justin Timberlake. Hopefully you all are fans!

Enjoy!

With Quinn's forgiveness out of her worries, Rachel was relieved that she was finally able to have a peaceful relationship with Sam.

Everything about him made her feel completely whole: his kisses, his availability, his openness, his kindness, his ability to defend, everything.

Over time, however, she started to sense that he was getting bored. Sure, they liked being close to each other, but he started to give off this vibe that something was missing. The lovey-dovey was starting to fade a bit and they started seeing each other more as just people instead of someone they were madly in love with. Nothing interesting happened since Quinn's accident that brought them closer than they were so everything just turned into a daily routine.

Publicity was also a small issue. Spring football was at it's peak and the football team had a winning streak going on. Finn and Sam were the star players that everyone admired, especially by girls who saw Rachel as a threat. The reactions were still the same: many Cheerios were outraged that Sam would pick the biggest loser in school over them, regular single girls felt as if Sam was their favorite teacher who just announced that he was engaged and other girls supported them. Rachel tried to be the devoted girlfriend by attending all the football games and made sure she was always by Sam's side just to keep him and every other girl in check.

Many of the girls who found Rachel as a threat decided to push back. They started giving him the star treatment, always talking to him whenever even when Rachel was around, offered to help him with homework, baking him goodies, throwing compliments here and there, etc. And Sam seemed to enjoy it which made Rachel seethe with rage every now and then until Sam gave her an assuring kiss. Soon, she figured that if Sam was enjoying all their attention, then she could do the same thing just as easy. It started with small things like baking extra special delicious goodies that none o the girls could compare baking, staying up late nights to check his homework, making sure he had everything he needed whenever she was with him, and all other sorts of things she thought would be proving her love to him. Girls still tried to throw themselves at him, but as long as he knew that she could do it all so much better, then that was the selfless way. Sam made sure not to take too much of an advantage of it, so she pushed harder. She promised herself that she could handle it and that nothing could change her or them.

One day, Brad canceled Rachel's piano lesson because it was his daughter's birthday and he was taking her out for dinner. She decided to go to the football field and watch Sam practice since he was her ride for the day. His practice was always about three hours so whenever she got bored, she worked on homework or read a book.

When practice was over, she waited by the boy's locker room for him to change and come out. Coach Beiste bumped into her in the hallway.

"Hey there, Rachel! Are you waiting for Sam?"

She nodded. "Yes I am, Ms. Beiste. Is he still in the locker room?"

Coach Beiste shrugged. "I would think so, I haven't seen anyone exit the locker room yet. If he doesn't show, would you lie me to drive you home?"

Rachel shook her head. "Thank you, but I'm sure he's here. I'll just wait a little bit longer."

Coach Beiste nodded. "All right. Well if he doesn't show up, just call me and I'll have Mr. Schuester come pick you up okay?"

Rachel smiled. "I don't think it will come to that. But thank you, Coach Beiste."

After Coach Beiste left, she waited around for a few more minutes. Suddenly, she heard giggling come from down the hall towards the gym.

"Sam, you are so athletic!"

She poked her head around the corner and saw Sam talking with a few Cheerios. He kept doing impressions and made them giggle like idiots. It made her instantly feel jealous. But why would she feel jealous? Impressions are not a way of flirting.

What really ticked her off was the way they were touching him. One kept running her hand down his arm, one kept her hand glued on his shoulder. Another one ran her finger down his chest!

Sam didn't seem to notice for a while but then he shrugged them off when the one cheerio ran her finger down his chest. "Ladies, ladies I'm not a dog! It was nice chatting with you but I see my girl down the hall and I'd really like to be in her company right now."

Finger Cheerio pouted and pressed herself up against him. "Come on, Sammy! Let us take you out to dinner, I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind."

He rolled his eyes and stepped back. "Okay first off, only my girlfriend can call me Sammy. Second, I really want to be with her right now. See you girls around."

Rachel sighed in relief as he came walking towards her. "Hi, Sammy!"

He grinned. "There's my girl!" He grabbed her by the waist and dipped her, giving her a big juicy kiss. "I missed you."

She smiled against his lips. "I missed you too."

He laced his fingers with hers. "Ready to go?"

She shrugged. "If you're ready."

The ride home was kind of silent except for the radio playing softly. Usually they would have fun-filled conversations but lately there was just nothing much to talk about.

She drummed her hands on her legs. "How was your day?"

He shrugged. "Nothing much happened. Just same old, same old. How was yours?"

"Same." She replied softly.

When they got to her house, she wasn't surprised to see her Dad's weren't home again. Her phone beeped in her pocket and she checked it.

Daddy and I went out to a dinner meeting tonight. We went grocery shopping so you can make whatever you want for dinner. Love you!

She sighed. "And I'm alone again tonight. Want to come in?"

He shook his head. "Can't. I promised Mercedes' mom I'd help her cook dinner for her Grandpa's birthday tonight. Sorry, beautiful."

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and got out of the car. "It's fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

After he left, she went into the house and scoured through the groceries to see what she could make for dinner. Finally she settled on making a vegetable pot pie. While she ate, she rang up Santana.

"Damn it, Berry, you just interrupted my Sex and the City marathon! What do you want?"

"I'm terribly sorry, Santana but I need to talk to you. It's about Sam."

"What about Sam? Did he hurt you? Girl if he did, I will bust him in the head with my belt!"

Rachel laughed. "No, he hasn't hurt me. But I need some advice because our relationship is getting kind of...boring. We barely talk to each other and when we do, there's hardly anything to say!"

This time Santana laughed. "And you have no idea why?"

Rachel picked at her pot pie. "No...but have a feeling you're going to tell me."

"Of course I'm going to tell you. It makes sense that Sam is starting to get bored because knowing him, he can't play Prince Charming forever. He's like a marathon, you have to run and keep up with him. And you, my friend, are still stuck by the starting line."

Rachel gasped. "Santana Lopez, I take that as an insult!"

"It's true though." Santana replied. "Relationships usually start all lovey-dovey but they always escalate to something more: intimacy. You on the other hand, will always be seen as a fragile little diva in his eyes. Okay, have you seen how the Cheerios act around him?"

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, they press themselves against him, touch his arms, run their hands down their chests..."

"Then that's what you have to do. If you don't want your relationship to get boring, then you have to become more intimately aggressive. Have you ever made any intimate gestures to each other besides kissing? Like has he touched you? Felt your boobs? Put his hands under your shirt?"

Rachel blinked. "No."

Santana sighed frustrated. "Girl, you need to make him start paying attention to you. Stop being Princess Jasmine and start being a Tiana! Take charge and work for what you want, don't always rely on him to rescue you."

"Well what preciously must be done?" Rachel asked.

"First you need a tiny makeover." Santana replied. "Sophomore year was animal sweaters and knee high stockings, junior year was causal dresses, now senior year should be a huge step up. I have a nice dress for you. Meet me at school early tomorrow, Britt and I will make you over so that Sam won't be able to keep his eyes off you."

Rachel gulped nervously. "But what if I get unwanted attention from other guys and Sam gets jealous?"

"Then you step on their toes and rebuke their advances, duh! Sure, you'll have a chain of guys drooling around you, but your goal isn't to make Sam jealous. And don't forget to be all touchy-feely. It shouldn't be hard...don't tell me you weren't slightly wet when Sam played Rocky when we did Rocky Horror."

She flushed bright red. "Okay...maybe."

"Then what's the problem? Sam makes you feel both safe and hot so do something about it! And do it now before he gets too bored and slips away."

After a while of thinking, she sighed. "Fine, you win. What should I bring tomorrow?"

"Hmmm...just bring those black and white designer heels you wore that one time. Now those make any girls legs look hot."

"All right, then. I'll see you and Brittany tomorrow."

After she hung up, she tried not to let the fear sink in. First she was doing everything to keep him happy and occupied and now she was changing her appearance and attitude to keep him happy and occupied. But she'd still be herself, right? Maybe Santana was right...maybe all that was missing was intimacy. Maybe she had to grow up a little and stop trying to live like a Disney movie. She'd be like Sandy in Grease. Hopefully it would all work out...but she crossed her fingers just in case.

The Next Day

Rachel made her way to the girls bathroom with her shoes and was greeted by Santana and Brittany grinning madly. She saw a ton of makeup brushes, makeup kits and hair products strewn all over the sinks.

Brittany's grin grew wider. "I love makeovers!"

Santana reached into her bag and threw Rachel a skimpy black cocktail dress (Refer to the black dress Rachel wore in Hairography when Kurt gave her a makeover). "First, take off that casual Friday suit and put this on. Go!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and went into the stall. The dress hugged her body just right and barely grazed her knees like her old skirts. "I'm ready!"

"All right, now come on out and let's have a look at you!" Santana called over the stall.

She stepped out and marveled at how both Santana and Brittany's eyes widened and Santana nodded approvingly. "Now you look hot."

Brittany giggled. "I like it! You look really pretty!"

Rachel ran her hands down the dress. "I do?"

They both nodded. "Yup, but don't you dare look in the mirror until we've done your makeup and hair."

They sat her down and began attacking her face. Santana dealt with the makeup, dusting her face off with tons of brushes that consisted of eye shadow, blush, bronzer, foundation, blush, lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, etc. Brittany dealt with hair using a blow-dryer, combs, hairspray, and a hair straightener. As they worked, Rachel felt as if she was being transformed into a brand new person. Somehow, all the makeup Santana was using felt light instead of cakey pancake, and Brittany messing around with her hair was quite relaxing.

Finally, they were finished.

"All right, Rachel, this is your Princess Diaries moment. Stand up, turn around and see the magic we've worked." Santana said.

She took a deep breath, stood up and turned around. What she saw in the mirror was a completely different person.

Santana had applied smokey-eye shadow, berry red lipstick, baby pink blush, and natural tones foundation. Her face was unrecognizable! As for her hair...all that straightening, blow-drying and combing made her hair very bouncy and voluminous. She looked...stunning!

Brittany squealed and clapped her hands excitedly while jumping up and down. "Rachel, you look amazing!"

Santana nodded. "Now that looks hot, I'm not lying. Sam won't even think of paying attention to any other girl after taking a look at you!"

Rachel looked once again in the mirror and fluffed her hair. "I do look pretty, thank you!"

Santana grabbed her by the shoulders and made her face her. "Now the last things we need to teach you...how to throw off unwanted attention and how to talk and act all sexy to Sam. When we're done with you, you'll be the belle of the ball."

30 Minutes Later

Finally it was time to face the hallway. With Santana and Brittany by her side, she began walking down the hallway. With her hands on her hips and one foot in front of the other, she tried not to pay attention to every head that turned when she passes.

Of course, the boys were cat-calling. They planned on slushying her that day but after they saw her, they looked at their slushies confused, not sure what to do with them.

"Hey baby, you making me feel hungry like the wolf! Awooo!"

"Berry, you lookin' fine! Just my type!"

Santana nudged her. She gulped nervously and turned to them. "Sorry, boys." She said, lowering her voice all sultry. "There's only table for one at Chez Berry and you forgot to make a reservation."

She turned and continued walking but one of the other football players grabbed her arm roughly. "Come on, baby, let me take you out. I promise you'll have a great time."

She frowned and stomped on his toe hard with the tip of her heels. "Back off, slimeball! I don't like it rough!"

He looked outraged and tried to lunge at her but Santana stepped in between them and glared at him. "Turn around and walk away or all hell's gonna break loose!"

Rachel turned and saw Sam down the hallway. "There's Sam!"

Brittany nodded. "Go to him, we'll hold them off."

Rachel nodded and took a deep breath as she made her way to his locker. When she got there, she leaned against the one next to his and lowered her voice again. "Hey there, stranger."

Sam took one look at her and dropped his backpack. "Rachel! Wow...what are you wearing?"

She smiled and twirled around. "Just a little something I found in my closet. You like?"

He whistled. "It's a nice dress. And you've done something different to your hair and makeup, I see."

She giggled and ran her hand down his arm. "Oh Sammy, you're so good at noticing. I sure hope you like it."

He grinned. "What's with the sudden change of appearance?"

She shrugged. "Every girl needs a change in scenery every now and then. And this look is reserved only for you." She tapped his nose playfully. "Now how 'bout a kiss?"

He kissed her cheek and closed his locker. "I'll see you at lunch, babe."

She winked. "See you there, babe."

On his way to class, he passed by Santana and Brittany giggling like schoolgirls. "Okay, what did you do to her?"

Santana shrugged. "Hey, she wanted a makeover and asked us."

"She looks really pretty, doesn't she?" Brittany asked.

He shrugged. "It's...a new look. Sure, she looks sexy..."

For the rest of the day, Rachel made sure to keep herself by Sam's side. When she was, she would imitate how she saw the Cheerios by touching his arms and chest. All the other boys didn't dare try to flirt with her after watching her stomp on one of the football player's feet with her heels. The other girls shot her dirty looks but didn't dare approach them.

During lunch, Puck whistled when he saw them at their table. "Well looks like my hot little Jewish-American Princess is all grown up! Look at you...you've transformed from Mrs. Potts to Selena!"

Rachel chuckled and playfully pushed him. "Noah, you are so charming." She turned to Sam. "My Dads are going to be out again tonight. If you want, maybe you could come over...have some dinner...watch a movie..."

Sam grinned and kissed her cheek. "Sure, why not? I love spending time with you."

During free period, she made her way to the bathroom and saw Santana and Brittany leaning against the sink. "Great job today, Rachel."

She smiled and fluffed her hair. "Why thank you, I owe it to you. He's coming over later."

Brittany clapped. "Yay! So are you going to do it?"

"Do what?" Rachel asked.

Santana crossed her arms. "You know...have sex? Seal the deal? "

Her jaw dropped outraged. "Wait, what? That wasn't part of the plan!"

"But it's a reward for the plan." Santana said slyly. "Sam would want it anyway...do it, and you'll keep him forever. And he's done so much for you: all those singing-grams just to win you back. You love him, right?"

Rachel nodded. "Yes, I do."

Santana shrugged. "Then what's the problem? People do this when they're in love, Rachel. And anyways, everyone winds up losing their virginity in high school. Heck, even Finn's not a virgin anymore!"

"Sanatana's doing." Brittany whispered.

Rachel leaned against the sink. "That's a bit of pressure...I don't think I'm ready."

"Better to get it done now before it's too late." Santana replied.

She sighed. "I sure hope you're right..."

"Look at it this way." Brittany said. "You're not doing it because you're desperate to keep him. You're doing it because you both love each other."

Rachel bit her lip and nodded. "All right...I can do this." However, inside she knew the couldn't.

Later

True to his word, Sam stayed after dropping Rachel off at her house. He noticed that she was a bit fidgety and nervous during the car ride home but he thought she was just exhausted after a hard day's work.

When they got inside, she pointed to the couch. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm just going to change into something more comfortable."

He shrugged. "All right, I'll go pick out a movie."

When she got to her room, she contemplated what to change into. She was relieved to slip out of the tight black dress, it made her feel so exposed the whole day. Usually when she got home, she would wash her makeup off and change into sweat pants but she sure couldn't feel or be intimate with Sam if she was dressed so simple. She settled for a pair of purple workout shorts and a white tank top. She washed all the makeup off her face and re-applied just a small bit...just enough to let her face breathe.

When she got downstairs, she saw Sam sitting on the couch comfortably. He held up an E.T. DVD. "I thought we'd watch a classic. Is that okay?"

She nodded. "Sure, I love classics. And how about I make us some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?"

He rubbed his hands together. "Yum, sounds great! Let me help you..."

He tried to get off the couch but she walked up behind him and started massaging his shoulders. "No no, you just sit here and relax. You had an exhausting day, I'll make the sandwiches."

He stared at her uncertainly and sat back down on the couch. "Okay then, I'll put in the movie."

While she made the sandwiches, she heard him humming in the living while the movie started. She brought the sandwiches over and sat down next to him on the couch, draping her legs over his lap. He reached over her legs and began eating her sandwich.

During the movie, she kept shifting positions, getting closer and closer to him as possible. One minute her legs were draped over his lap, the next moment she was cuddling him like a teddy bear, another moment she laid her head in his lap.

When the movie was over, he stretched out and patted her legs. "So, what do you want to do now?"

She nuzzled his neck. "Oh, I think I have an idea. I just love being close to you."

He smiled and kissed her deeply. Suddenly, she moved and straddled his lap, which shocked him a bit. He broke off the kiss and held her out by her shoulders. "Whoa there, big girl. Why so aggressive?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "We love each other, right? Isn't this what you want? I think I'm ready."

He wanted to believe it but he still saw a bit of innocence and hesitation in her eyes. "No you're not. I can see it in your eyes. I knew there was something fishy about your so-called makeover. Did Santana and Brittany tell you something?"

She opened her mouth but closed it. Her face turned bright red so she crawled off his lap and covered her face with her hands. "Gosh, I shouldn't have listened to them. I knew I wasn't ready for this! But I did it only for you, Sam."

He rubbed her back. "You tried to change your whole appearance and attitude for me? Why?"

She looked up at him tearfully. "Because I could tell you were getting bored with our relationship. I went to Santana for advice and she told me that our relationship was just same old-same old and that it needed to escalate to intimacy. That I needed to be just like you to keep up with you. And I was jealous of how every girl in school was treating you to catch your attention. I was afraid of losing you!"

He sighed and wiped her tear from her eyes. "Honey, you would never lose me. I've worked my ass off to win you back, remember? You think I want you to change? Rachel, I absolutely love everything about you, even your virginal qualities. I don't want to pressure you to being too intimate, I'm willing to wait until the end of time for you. I don't want you to change for me."

She sniffed. "Really?"

He hugged her to him. "Really, that's how much I love you. And besides, I never feel like having sex when I'm with you. I may have used to with other girls, but you're something different. I feel confident, complete...whole. You're the only reason I get up in the morning. Your smile can bring me out of whatever mood I'm in. When I'm near you, I can't breathe...I can't think. During the day, I can't stand being away from you. You're one of the only good things in my life and I swear, I wouldn't want you to change for anything."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. "Thank you." She whispered. "I love you, thank you for helping me see that."

He grabbed a tissue out of the tissue box that was conveniently placed on the side table and handed it to her. "This subject actually makes me think of a song that reminds me of you. Want me to sing it?"

She nodded. "Sure, I love hearing you sing."

He fetched his guitar that was sitting by his backpack and began to play.

I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you

I was beat incomplete
I'd been had, I was sad and blue
But you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
Shiny and new

Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine

She leaned against him and nuzzled his neck while he continued singing.

Gonna give you all my love, girl
My fear is fading fast
Been saving it all for you
'Cause only love can last

You're so fine and you're mine
Make me strong, yeah you make me bold
Oh your love thawed out
Yeah, your love thawed out
What was scared and cold

Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine

Oooh, oooh, oooh

He nudged her and she began singing along with him.

You're so fine and you're mine
I'll be yours 'till the end of time
'Cause you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel
I've nothing to hide

Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine

Like a virgin, ooh, ooh
Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold me (when you hold me)
When your heart beats (when your heart beats)
When you love me (when you love me baby)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah)

Like a virgin

He set the guitar down and grinned. "See? That's how you make me feel. And I never want that feeling to go away, that's how much I love you."

She sighed and started playing with his hair. "I love you too. And I'm sorry for...almost trying to rape you ha ha."

He rolled his eyes. "Hey, I kind of liked it."

She smiled seductively and ran her hand down his chest. "I know you did, especially that."

He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "I like you just the way you are, don't forget that."

They decided to watch another movie and wound up falling asleep. Soon, they were shaken awake by Hiram and Leroy back from their meetings.

Rachel gasped and waved her hands frantically. "Dad, Daddy we didn't do anything!"

Leroy chuckled. "We know, baby girl because you both are still clothed. Were you two okay by yourselves?"

Sam nodded. "Yes sir...and I was just leaving."

Hiram patted his shoulder. "Come now, stay the night again Sam! We enjoyed your company."

"And if you do, you two can finally let the teenage love-making commence!" Leroy added.

Sam and Rachel exchanged awkward glances and began to turn red.

Both Dads threw their heads back and laughed. "We're just kidding. But please, do stay the night Sam. It's getting late anyways, almost ten p.m."

Sam shrugged and smiled. "All right, then I'll stay."

Leroy clapped his hands. "Great! I'll go set up the guest room and retrieve your sleeping clothes."

Sam and Rachel leaned their heads against each other again.

Another night, another dream, but always you,
Its like a vision of love that seems to be true,
Another night another dream, but always you,
In the night I dream of love so true.

And CUT!

Hope you all can brush up on your Justin Timberlake song trivia! Here's the first question: In the song Senorita, Justin makes the guys and ladies sing two parts (Now listen...I wanna try somethin' right now...See they don't do this anymore...I'ma sing something...). What are the lyrics to the guy part (And I want the guys to sing wit' me...They go...) and the lyrics to the girl part (And then the ladies go …)?

Bonus Question (If you watched the VMAs on Sunday): In what order of the songs was the Justin Timberlake medley performed (including with NSYNC)?

Enjoy! And THINK, THINK, THINK!