A/N: Okay, so the previous chapter was a bit of a filler chapter...not much went down! By the way, I'm really not speaking from experience here as far as Rachel's and Sam's discussion goes. Anything I know about this subject is by my perverted friends (you know who you are)
I also thought this story could use a bit of Sam/Rachel friendship. Devberry~
Coco: I know, it was sort of a filler chapter! Don't worry about being offensive lol
Tia: Thank you
Hillary: 'Crazy For This Girl' is one of my favorite songs!
Cass: Thank you, dear
Finny: Thank you, love!
Hudson: Enjoy!
Paige: You're too sweet!
I should try to run but I just can't seem to
'Cause every time I run you're the one I run to
Can't do without what you do to me
I don't care if I'm in too deep, yeah
LeeAnn Rimes — The Right Kind of Wrong
"This is the last day we can do our love songs, so I gotta practice for an hour on my song. I've finally picked something by Bonnie Raitt," Sam told Adrienne as she hopped onto the bar stool. She was going to do 'Something To Talk About' for everyone. It was a quirky love song she was definitely comfortable performing for a new boyfriend. She stabbed her fork into her vegan pancakes and tossed a bite of it into her mouth. While Sam was far from vegan, she loved the pancakes. Adrienne used organic applesauce, cinnamon, and oatmeal in them and they would melt in your mouth when they were hot.
"Well, good luck," she replied as she kissed the top of Sam's head. Sam smiled as she finished her food. "Don't forget to pick up dog food on your way home."
"I'll be home around five to get ready for my date tonight," she informed her mother. "I was wondering if I could borrow those really cute black heels of yours for it?" Her head leaned back onto Adrienne's arm, her eyelashes fluttering pleadingly. "You know I'm super careful and I'll put them back when I'm done."
"Will you promise? Last time, I had to look through your closet to find them. Also, I was hoping you'd tidy up the kitchen afterwards," Adrienne requested.
"I will sneak into your room and put them back when I get home," Sam promised.
"As long as you're careful and I need you to take the Charger to get washed because it's filthy," Adrienne told her.
"Yes, Mama," Sam said, making an 'x' over her heart and hopping down from her stool. She put her plate in the sink and rinsed it quickly.
"Your outfit is hot," Mercedes told Sam appreciatively with a wink. Sam had carefully selected a pair of black skinny jeans with a green silk camisole and a black blazer, buttoned in the middle to enhance her narrow waist. Her dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her bangs flopping into her eyes.
"Thank you. Christmas sweaters do come in handy," she responded, nudging her playfully.
"Did you pick your song yet? You're up today," Mercedes asked. She had rocked the choir room with 'Angel of Mine' the day before.
"Finally, yes, I did. I picked something by Miss Bonnie Raitt," Sam replied as they walked into the choir room. She was excited now to perform the song. "I'm really excited to sing it."
"Well, good luck beating my song," Mercedes told her before sitting in her spot. Sam smirked before waving her off with her fingers.
"Puck, do you want to go before Miss Thing 1 over here?" Mr. Schue asked. Puck shook his head, his eyes carefully on the door. Quinn hadn't walked in yet and it was clear he was waiting on her. "Alright, Sam, you've got the floor. What is the song you're singing this week?"
"Hit it!" Sam called as she took the microphone from her director.
People are talkin', talkin' 'bout people
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it
They think we're lovers kept undercover
I just ignore it but they keep sayin' we
Laugh just a little too loud
Stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seein' somethin' we don't, darlin'
Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about
Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about
Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about
How about love?
I feel so foolish, I never even noticed
You act so nervous, could you be fallin' for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I'm convinced I'm goin' under
Thinkin' 'bout you every day
Dreamin' 'bout you every night
I'm hopin' that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let's really show it, darlin'
Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about
How about love, love, love?
Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about babe,
A little mystery to figure out.
Let's give 'em somethin' to talk about
How about love? Ooh...
Listen to 'em baby
The song ended and Sam stuck the microphone back into the stand, pretending to take her bow from the clapping people that was her audience.
"Thank you, thank you," she told them. Mr. Schue gave her a high-five as she made her way to her seat. Finn turned her face to kiss her gently.
"Once again, no PDA, you two," Mr. Schue told them. Sam rolled her eyes, her hand slipping into Finn's and squeezing his hand tightly.
"It was hard coming up with a number to beat 'Crazy For This Girl.' I think I deserve a little PDA," she muttered under her breath.
"Who's going to Breadstix for the Lonely Hearts dinner?" Mercedes asked, her hand in the air. Sam raised her hand, along with Finn. "Oh, you two are a couple, you aren't invited."
"I was invited by Blaine, Finn was invited by Kurt," she shot back, sticking her tongue out. She had thoroughly enjoyed her friend's 'friend' the night before. He had given her valuable insight on what to do to un-stick the shift on the Charger and had been nothing but polite to her. Shasta and Skye -Sam's two most trusted judges of character- had utterly adored him. "We win."
"Just don't go PDA-ing up the place. We have to deal with your mating pheromones at school," Santana spoke up.
"Oh, please. We hold hands and people freak. It's the day we celebrate Valentine's Day. That's, like, the day of love," Sam replied.
"Thing 1's right. Babies are going to be conceived this weekend," Puck agreed. Sam gave a derisive snort.
"And babies can't be conceived by holding hands," she concluded.
"But it can lead to-" Santana started to say.
"It can't happen!" Sam cut her off.
Sam looked over at Rachel as the two girls sat on Rachel's bed. Rachel had rushed Sam over, declaring it an 'emergency' and Sam had gone over immediately.
"So, what was the big emergency, Rachel? Is someone dying?" Sam asked as she looked over at her friend nervously.
"You're the only one I know who can be really open and honest about what I'm about to ask and the only one who won't make fun of me for it," Rachel explained, fidgeting with the necklace around her neck. Sam raised her eyebrow in curiosity as she surveyed the other girl's expression. "It's sort of an awkward question."
"Well, go ahead and ask and I'll answer honestly," she told her.
"Have you ever...done 'it' before?"
Sam felt her mouth go dry and her eyes widen in shock. Of all the questions Rachel could have asked her, this was the one that was the touchiest. She rubbed the back of her neck nervously and chuckled. "Uh, yeah, I have," she answered.
"What was his name?"
Was Rachel Berry, of all people, asking Samantha Devine about her sex life?
"Carlos Fuentes. His dad was my dad's best friend like Uncle Danny. I had just turned fifteen and it was while I lived in Akron," Sam replied, continuing to anxiously rub the back of her neck. She knew her face was warm and quite red at this point. "Why?"
"Were you in love with him?" Rachel asked instead.
Sam had thought she was in love with C.J. but if she had the opportunity to go back in time and change it, she would.
"I thought I was, but I was more in love with the idea of who he could be. C.J. was not really the nicest person in the world," she answered honestly.
"I haven't lost my virginity yet and I wanted to know your opinion on it," Rachel finally admitted.
"Well, whoever you lose it to...you're gonna have a permanent attachment to them. It'll hurt even worse if you break up. Sex really isn't something to take lightly," Sam advised. She twirled a lock of hair from her ponytail around one of her fingers. "I had sex to prove a point and it bit me square in the haunches."
Her gaze rested on Rachel and she bit her lip. "Just make sure that you're really ready before you do it. I can't stress that enough, Rachel."
"Thanks for not making fun of me, Sam," Rachel said softly. Her dark brown eyes were downcast, her hands clasped firmly onto her lap. "Do you still talk to him?"
Sam smiled softly, her finger dropping from her hair. "Occasionally. We'll always be in each other's lives, but we'll probably never get back together," she answered. "Nothing lasts forever, though. Think about it this way: do you love him or the idea of him?"
"I love him," Rachel replied. Her tone was still soft and shy, yet carried a tinge of determination. Her gaze lifted from her hands. "Jesse and I are going someplace special tonight after the performance Kurt and the Warblers are putting on and I haven't got a thing to wear."
Sam pulled Rachel from the bed. "C'mon over to my place. I think I can help," she told her.
Breadstix was beautifully decorated in back as Sam walked with Rachel towards the table, hand in hand. Rachel had selected a classy black date dress that fell to her knees and fit to her torso beautifully. Adrienne had helped her pin up half of her hair in a curly bun, pinned back with warm gold combs. The shoes were Sam's favorite black lace ballet flats and they completed the look perfectly.
Sam had been the devil in the red dress in a halterneck number. The hem reached well above her knee, the bodice tight-fitting. Her hair was loose and curly, the black spike heels giving her a dangerous vibe. She had insisted on meeting the glee club at Breadstix instead of riding along with Finn in his truck. Though she liked the old Chevy truck, the black Charger was her chariot of choice every time.
Thin tendrils of white lights was threaded into the chandeliers of the popular restaurant, pristine ivory tablecloths covered each table. Candles were lit every few, flowered centerpieces on the ones in between.
"Everyone's looking at us," Rachel whispered to Sam as they released hands. Sam smirked as she cocked her hip.
"It's because we look bitchin'," she responded. Her fingers came to toy with her necklaces as her gaze swept the room for her MIA boyfriend. She winked at Rachel and nudged her playfully. "Oh, come on, don't give me that. You look totally appropriate for tonight."
"I should've gone with the red lace dress," Rachel whispered fearfully. Sam rolled her eyes.
"It didn't suit your personality, Rach. We're exact opposites; you're lace and silk, I'm lace and leather," she told her. She found Finn talking to Puck and she strode towards him with her head high. "Hi there."
"Damn, Devine, you look smokin'," Puck told her, his eyes giving her an appreciative once-over.
"Thank you, Noah, you look handsome as well," Sam replied, sliding her hand into Finn's smoothly. She felt his lips brush her hairline, his free hand resting on the small of her back. Her head tilted up and she stretched onto the toes of her shoes to kiss him. He smelled delicious enough to make her want to bury herself into his side all night, his dark brown hair messy. The taste of cinnamon was in her mouth again as he returned her kiss.
"Alright, enough, you two!" Santana snapped as she walked by. Sam felt her arm being tugged away from her boyfriend and she giggled.
"I'll be right back," she told him. Jana looped her arm into Sam's as her mouth dropped to the shorter girl's ear.
"Santana came to get you. We've got a problem," she muttered.
