A/N: Judging b y the explosion of AWESOME that is currently in my inbox, I'll judge that you guys like this story and want it to continue? 'Cause, holy crap, I think that's the most reviews I've ever gotten for one single chapter!

Sorry this took so long, I wanted to post it before we left, but I was busy :/ Enjoy!

Also, there is some slash in this chapter, along with some minor sexy times! Where the 888's are is the beginning of the the slash, though it's not marked where it ends. Sorry :/

"You want want?" Rachel stared at the two boys sitting on her bed and looking at her expectantly.

"We want you to date us," Sam replied simply.

"At the same time?"

"Of course," Noah scoffed. "We decided to hang out last weekend and talk-"

"-drink-" Sam interrupted with a grin.

"- through our differences and we realized that we both care for you a lot-"

"-and we want you to be happy. Of course, we want to be happy too." Sam shot Noah a look.

"And your proposal is that I date both of you?" She failed to see the logic in that, honestly.

"Well, there's a bit more to it than that," Noah murmured, glancing at Sam.

"Would you please elaborate on that, Noah?" she asked, frustrated that they were keeping secrets from her. She stood and paced in front of them. "I mean, if I date both of you, there's still all the possessive issues and-" Sam cut her off, standing to press a sweet kiss to her lips before sitting down again. He held one of her hands as Noah grabbed the other one.

"Rach, while you're dating us, we'll be dating each other," the darker boy told her.

She knew her jaw dropped. "Uh, wha-"

"When we hung out to figure out the whole thing with you, we realized that we kinda like each other, too," Sam told her, only slightly awkward.

"I… I don't understand?" Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. The guys grinned at her before turning to each other. Noah's empty hand came up and cupped Sam's face gently, leaning forward-

Knock knock knock!

Rachel was jolted out of her dream as someone (Sam) shook her awake as whoever was on the other side called out, "Rachel?"

"Yes, Daddy?" she called back.

"Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Are your boyfriends going to stay to eat?"

Rachel blushed, thinking about their activities earlier, and Sam winked at her, stretching to work out the kinks. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the expanse of skin where his shirt rode up.

"Yes, they'll stay for dinner," she finally replied.

Though the guys had been nervous about telling her fathers, Rachel knew they would be happy as long as she was happy. Her fathers trusted her and she was quick to assure them that all precautions would be taken in the physical aspect.

They listened as her daddy walked away and Rachel crawled off the end of the bed and turned to stare at the two impossibly hot guys stretched over her bed, wondering how she ever got so lucky.

"Where is my underwear?"

Sam snickered, pointing to her trophy case where the missing garment was hanging from a dance trophy. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed them, ignoring Noah's whistle as her skirt rode up slightly. When she turned around, they were still lying on her bed, though they had closed the gap between them and their hands were intertwined between them while their empty arms were tucked behind their heads. It was actually really cute that they were sitting in the same position, both staring at her hungrily.

"Well, come on, let's go have a nice dinner with my dads," she grinned, walking towards her door with a playful sway to her hips. Her only warning was a soft growl before Noah had her pinned against the door, his lips on her shoulder.

"Little tease," he growled, pressing his erection against her before flipping her around and kissing her roughly. She kept her eyes opening, staring at Sam, still smirking on her bed, as Noah trailed kisses down her jaw.

"Stop," she said breathily, watching as Sam licked his lips slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Noah, please, we need to go to dinner."

He sighed but stepped back, leering at her. She winked at him and held out a hand for Sam while offering him her free one. No one objected when Sam pulled her to him and kissed her with the same vigor as Noah, pulling her tightly to him.

Though she was very reluctant, she pulled away, removing his hand from his hip and lacing their fingers together, tugging Noah along as she left her room. Entering the dining area, she sat in her usual spot at their round dining table, pulling Sam down on her left and Noah on her right. The dinner was, surprisingly, not awkward at all, though Sam soon realized just exactly where Rachel had gotten her rather large (and impressive) vocabulary.

Gregory (her dad, the Jewish one) was a lawyer and tended to use big words, though he thankfully kept the lawyer-speak to minimum. Jake (her daddy) was an accountant and spoke very fast, so much so that Rachel looked like she was speaking at a normal speed. Since they already knew Puck from temple, they focused mainly on Sam, Gregory (who seemed to be the sterner one) grilling him about his future plans while Jake (who was totally funny) asked him about his family and home life.

They both cracked up when he quoted Dr. Suess to them and were even slightly impressed when they learned he spoke Na'vi fluently, giving them a demonstration by saying naughty things to their daughter in the blue language. Rachel had been taught enough Na'vi by Sam that she understood what he was saying and blushed deeply. She resisted the urge to smack his arm, but only barely.

Afterwards, the guys retreated to watch some match on the television (football, maybe? She heard the words 'Beckham' and 'Brazil' tossed around) and Rachel went to her room, curious about the comments her fellow Gleeks had left on her Facebook.

She laughed at some of the comments and at the fact that there was betting going on between the three who knew. They knew that they were going to catch some grief from the rest of the Glee club, but Rachel couldn't find it in herself to care. Each of them had told their best friend (outside of their little threesome) and that was it. They didn't want others knowing because, quite frankly, it was none of their business, but the constant pushing by the Gleeks was putting too much strain on them, even before they began dating.

She noted that a few of them planned on 'hunting' them down tomorrow and Rachel quickly scanned through what she has planned for the next day. Sunday, so no classes, just a trip to the gym and to the YMCA to do some laps in their indoor pool. But Kurt knew her Sunday schedule, so if she wanted to avoid him…

Rachel jumped as the guys burst into her room. Noah picked her up and swung her around, yelling something about winning, before spinning her into Sam, who kissed her soundly before settling her back onto the floor. She laughed, shaking her head, before pulling them over to sit on her bed with her.

"So I read the comments and it looks like we're going to be hunted tomorrow," she told them simply. Noah rolled his eyes and Sam chuckled a bit.

"Okay, so?" Noah asked.

"So I don't want to be hounded all day and since Kurt knows my Sunday schedule, I request that we do something a bit out of the ordinary, at least for me, and run away for the day," Rachel said in a rush.

"I'm sorry, love, I can't, I'm already going out of town. I have that family reunion, remember?" Sam looked at her, because it's very unlike Rachel Berry to forget something like that.

Rachel stared back, horror written across her face. "Oh, my gosh, Sam, I can believe I forgot," she moaned miserably, burying her face in her hands until Sam pulled them away and forced her to look at him.

"Rach, it's cool, it's been a hectic few months for us, I don't expect you to remember everything I say." He kissed her forehead and she gave him a small smile.

"And I totally promised Chang yesterday that we would have an epic Halo tournament. I actually forgot to tell you about it," Noah added sheepishly.

Rachel kissed his cheek. "No, this is good, we should hang out with our friends instead. San and I haven't done anything in awhile. I think I'll call her up." With every word, her face brightened until she was smiling her megawatt smile. Grabbing her phone, she started to text her best friend before it was plucked from her fingers and she vaguely heard it fall to the floor as Sam captured her lips with his.

"You know," she murmured, gasping as Noah's lips descended on her shoulders while Sam concentrated on the buttons of her shirt, "I really need to do my homework." She moaned as Noah bit down on a particularly sensitive area just as Sam freed her breast from her bra (thank God for front clasping bras!), her taunt nipples hitting the cool air.

"No, you don't," Noah whispered in her ear. "I happen to know you finished everything in your free period yesterday."

"But I need to rech-"

Sam kissed her again, this time hard and demanding. "No 'but's," he growled, rubbing the pad of his thumb over one of her nipples.

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to this one," Noah added, one hand firmly squeezing Rachel's arse. It has the unfortunate side-effect of shocking her back to reality and she sits up, accidently knocking Sam in the lip. Before either boy realized what she was going to do, Rachel wiggled out from between them. Sam gave her a pitiful look, one hand pressed over his mouth, while Noah pouted at her.

"No," she told them firmly, replacing her bra and shirt. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, and eliciting groans from both of them, she turned and sat back at her desk, ignoring the quiet murmurs from the bed, intent on checking over her English assignment.

That kinda went to hell in a hand basket when she heard Sam moan.

To be fair, they are the two hottest guys in school and the sight of them making out on her bed does all sorts of things to her insides.

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Once Rachel turned around to her desk, Puck looked at Sam. "How's your lip?" he murmured, moving Sam's hand and stroking the sore area gently.

"Hurts," the blond pouted, leaning it to his touch.

"How about I kiss it better?" Puck's lips brushed lightly against his and Sam moaned, fisting Puck's Mohawk and crashing their mouths together, ignoring the pain from his bruised lip. Sam tugged him until Puck settled between his legs, the darker boy's hands skating down to the bottom of his shirt. He tugged it up, tracing the blonds abs while his tongue darted in, tasting the crisps Sam had eaten while they watched the match.

Sam began to rock his hips and Puck shuddered against him, thrusting slightly. They vaguely heard Rachel moan, too engrossed in making the other boy whimper. Puck started fiddling with the button of Sam's jeans, slowly slipping it through the hole…

"What the fuck!" Noah yelped as cold water trickled down the back of his head. He moved away from Sam as more water hit his back. He heard the blond cry out as the water assault continued on him.

"Rach!"

"I swear, you two are like dogs in heat," she growled, standing at the end of the bed with a spray bottle. The guys glanced at each other for a second and Rachel, recognizing the look, started back towards her bathroom. "Oh, no you don't!" They were on her before she was fully turned around, tickling her mercilessly until they all collapsed, laughing, on the floor, tangled together. Their breathing slowly evened out and they snuggled together until Jake knocked on the door.

"Rachel, it's curfew, time for the guys to go home," he called.

"Okay, daddy," she yelled back. She struggled to sit up, looking down at the guys. "You heard him," she murmured.

Sam stood first, helping her and Noah off the floor before crushing her to his chest and kissing her soundly. "I'll call you when I get home," he whispered against her lips before kissing her again and handing her to Puck.

"I'll call you later," he said, pressing kisses along her jaw before settling on her lips. Her daddy knocked on the door again and Noah pulled away with a sigh. Sam pouted until Puck dropped a kiss on his lips too. "We'll do a three-way call," he promised, pressing their foreheads together. Rachel walked them to the door and they each pressed on last kiss to her forehead before they walked out, their hands brushing against each other's lightly. She watched as they climbed into Noah's truck and pulled away and waited until she could no longer see his taillights before heading back to her room. She grabbed her phone from where Sam had dropped it earlier.

To: Santana

Hey, the guys are busy tomorrow and I want to hide from everyone, do you think we could go to that mall we went to a few months ago?

She didn't have to wait long for the reply.

Yeah, im with you on that. Wanna to drive?

From: Santana

She bites her lip, weighing her options before texting back.

To: Santana

No, not particularly, do you mind?

Nah, thats ok with me. Plus, it will trip them out that your car is home and you dont answer the phone :D

From: Santana

Rachel laughed out loud, sending her a good night text before getting ready for bed.

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Noah slammed Sam against his truck, grabbing a handful of that Bieber look-alike hair (seriously, Sam needed to cut that shit) and slanting his mouth over the trapped boys'. Sam groaned, his hands coming up to clutch Puck's shirt, as he squirmed against him.

"Puck, we can't," he managed to gasp after tearing his mouth away. "My parents!" he hissed when Puck nipped at his neck.

"They can't see us over here," he mumbled, nuzzling his neck.

"Puck," he growled, pushing against the wall of muscle in front of him.

The Mohawked boy sighed and pulled away. "Fine." He kissed Sam once more before stepping back and allowing Sam to grab his backpack. "I'll call you when I get home." Sam snickered and kissed Noah's pouting lips once more before stepping back.

"Be safe," he told him, winking and walking into his house. Noah watched him as he made his way around the truck to the driver's side and he slid in, ready to be home. The drive didn't actually take that long, but it felt like forever to him. He kissed his mother goodbye as she rushed out the door to her shift at the hospital and went upstairs to check on his sister. She was still up, but getting ready to go to bed. He warned her to stay in her room before heading to his own, stripping down to his boxers before the door was fully shut. He grabbed his phone from his jeans and conference called his boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Hello, Noah, Sam," Rachel chirped.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey, sweetness."

"What are you wearing?"

"Noah!"

"What?"

"Is that all that's on your mind today?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"E tu, Samuel?"

"What? Babe, you're hot, inquiring minds just want to know."

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Noah."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"You were thinking it."

"Was not."

"Liar. Anyway, I believe we need to talk about when we're going to tell your parents about our little arrangement, because I doubt they'll be as pleased about it as my fathers."

"Your fathers are cool with it?"

"Well, kind of. I mean, they're not mad, they'll support me in this, but I don't think any girl's father really wants her to be in a relationship with two people at the same time. Even after the two of you explained the situation to them and asked for permission, which was very sweet of you and probably a really good idea in the long run, they still have some worries, since I already carry something of a stigma with me, being their daughter-"

"Rach?"

"Yes, Noah?"

"What are you wearing?"

"…"

"I think she's ignoring us, Sam."

"I think so, too, Puck."

"What should we do to remedy this?"

"…What are you wearing?"

"Just my boxers and a smile."

"Mmm, I'd be happier if it was just the smile."

"Oh, yeah? What else would you be happy with?"

"Trailing my fingers down your chest, scraping my nails lightly across your nipples…"

"Okay, we're not having three-way phone sex."

"And what would we do to Rachel, Sam?"

They listened as Rachel's breath quickened and identical smirks crossed their faces.

"I would start by pulling off that little camisole you know she's wearing right now and make my way down her chest to her nipples. You know they'll be already hard because she wants it as bad as we do. I'd take one into my mouth while rolling the other one between my fingers."

Rachel was making these little moaning/whimpering noises and both boys palmed themselves through their boxers.

"And while you're taking care of that, I'll slowly pull down her shorts, kissing her thighs slowly. I know you like it when we take our time, don't you, Rach? Then I'll slip one finger inside you."

Her breath hitched and their voices lowered even further as they continued teasing her.

"Are you touching yourself, Rachel?" Noah growled.

"Are you wet for us?" Sam breathed, picturing her fingers dipping into her slippery folds.

"Oh, God," she whimpered.

Score.

"I'll start pumping my finger in and out and it will be covered with your juices and you'll want to cry out, but you can't."

"I'll pinch your nipple, lightly, my teeth grazing the other one-"

Sam was cut off with a cry from Rachel as she brought herself to the edge and it was enough to push them over as well, both letting out a grunt as their release shot through them.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Noah said breathlessly. "You're amazing, Rach."

Rachel let out an embarrassed laugh. "I can't believe we just did that," she giggled helplessly.

"That was seriously one of the hottest things ever," Sam murmured, grabbing a shirt to clean up his mess before lying back on his bed. "You guys are so hot."

"We're all some sexy bitches," Noah replied.

"Noah!" Rachel admonished, "that word is derogatory to women!"

"Okay, my bad, we're all some sexy beasts."

"We still need to talk about you guys' parents," Rachel said, yawning.

Sam chuckled. "Tomorrow, sweetness. Get some sleep."

"M'kay."

"Night."

"Night."

"Goodnight."

A/N: I've never written phone sex before so I hope it turned out okay :D

Well, we made it to the house where we'll be staying for a week. Turns out, it's only going to be one week instead of two, since some plans fell through. That's good for you guys, though, because I have bad internet service here :( But some is better than none! For updates on how the story's going, follow me on Twitter and look for the word 'shuffleverse'!

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