A/N: Wanna know what I hate about the hols? Having to waste a day cleaning the house *grrrrr*
Tuesday morning rolled in bright and sunny. Puck went to pick up Sam first and together they headed over to Rachel's house. Sam walked up to the door and knocked and was surprised to find Gregory opening the door, his green tie hanging loose and undone around his neck as he sipped his coffee.
"Hello, Samuel, won't you come in? Rachel's not quite ready, I'm afraid, but feel free to run up and rush her along," he told him, stepping aside and allowing Sam to step in.
"Thank you, sir," the blond grinned, nodding and running up the stairs. He vaguely heard music playing and smirked, opening the door quickly in hopes of scaring her but she wasn't in the room. Sam could hear the shower running and, as he stepped closer to the door, the music was coming louder from in there. His smirk grew and he opened the bathroom door quietly.
Tell Me Something Good was blaring from her iPod and he could see her silhouette against the shower door. She was grinding her hips to the beat, as if performing a lap dance for an invisible person while she belted out the lyrics. Sam stood there for a few minutes, his eyes on her hips, and he couldn't help but think how fucking lucky he and Puck were to have such a, er, talented girlfriend.
Briefly considering making a small video to send to his boyfriend, Sam vetoed the idea ('cause he didn't want Rachel kicking his ass) and instead turned down the radio. Rachel let out a small shriek, turning quickly and squinting out the door.
"Sam?"
"Yeah, babe, it's me. We're here to pick you up." Sam chuckled as she scrambled to rinse off.
"Oh my goodness, what time is it? I can't believe I spent so long in the shower!"
"It's only… seven ten. We're a little early today," the blond told her as she flung open the door and he was able to take in her dripping body. "Uh, babe…" he stopped her as she was reaching for a towel.
"Yes?" She shivered slightly at the cooler air as it assaulted her body and Sam was forced to bite back a groan, watching has her nipples puckered.
"Can I, uh, that is, I wanna, uh…" She cut in a look that clearly said just spit it out already and he stumbled on. "Can I take a picture of you real quick and send it to Puck, 'cause, babe, you look so sexy and-"
Rachel cut him off with a laugh and said, "Sure," before flipping her hair, sending water flying everywhere and her hair to fly about wildly, her dark tresses looking thoroughly tousled. Sam managed to stop staring long enough to snap the picture and Rachel toweled off while he sent it to their boyfriend. She tucked the towel around her body and scooted past Sam to enter her room and he followed, pulling her back against him and cupping her breasts through the offending cloth.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured in her hair before releasing her and pushing her gently towards the closet. "Go get your sexy ass dressed." His phone buzzed as she entered the closet, pausing long enough to wink at him.
Wtf did i miss?
From: Butch Cassidy
To: Butch Cassidy
She was still in the shower when i came up and i asked her if i could take a pic before she toweled off and she fucking did a hair flip. I may just die.
Fuck school
From: Butch Cassidy
To: Butch Cassidy
She would kill us u know that.
Still….
From: Butch Cassidy
Rachel came out of the closet. "Is that Noah?" she asked, giggling.
"Yup." Sam showed her the messages and she laughed, shaking her head.
"Sam, why is Noah under 'Butch Cassidy'?" Rachel asked, squinting as though it would explain the words on the screen.
"Uh, private joke," he mumbled, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're both incorrigible." She brushed her hair out quickly and went to grab her bag but Sam beat her to it. "I'm ready!" She bounced out of the room, allowing Sam to walk behind her and stare at her ass. She popped into the kitchen and Sam watched her kiss her dad goodbye before he nodded at the older man and followed Rachel out.
She had barely gotten into the truck when Puck pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply. "You're so fucking beautiful, Rach," he breathed before releasing her and putting the car in gear and making his way to school.
It was basically a repeat of the day before, except that Jacob Ben-Israel didn't confront them right off and fewer people asked questions (though not that much fewer). And something happened that cracked everyone up.
After lunch, Quinn Fabray came storming down the hall, a dark blue staining her otherwise flawless skin.
"San, why does Quinn look like Smurfette?" Rachel whispered, nudging her best friend. Santana just shrugged but Rachel could tell by the look in her eye that she had something with it. Sure enough, the petite brunette text her friend during her next class and found out that Santana had slipped some UV-activated dye into Quinn's lotion and the blonde had just gotten out of PE when she looked in the mirror and found herself blue.
The only real change was glee club that afternoon. Apparently Finn had been sick all weekend and was totally out of the loop on, well, everything, so imagine his surprise when he had come to school on Tuesday and found out that Rachel was dating two guys at the same time…
Rachel was sitting in between Sam and Noah, watching Mike as he showed them some new dance moves, when Finn stormed in.
"What the hell, guys?" he yelled. Rachel jumped and the guys automatically stood, shielding her from Finn's glare.
"What the hell to you?" Puck replied, crossing his arms over his chest and making his guns look bigger.
"How- Why- Just what the hell? No one told me you guys were all dating!" Finn stuttered, still glaring.
"Dude, it's been all over Facebook since Saturday," Sam told him, subconsciously puffing his chest out and standing a bit taller.
"I've been sick since Friday night, haven't bothered with a computer since then," the tall singer grumbled. "I would have thought one of my friends would have told me about this BIG news!" He glared around the room before turning his attention back to the two guys in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize we had to report to you on our every move," Sam said sourly.
"That's not what I meant! I'm pretty sick of you putting words in my mouth, Evans," Finn spat. Puck lurched forward, but Sam and Mike grabbed his arms, holding him back. Finn took a step back, his arms held up in surrender, though he continued to glare at the group.
"Watch what you say to my boyfriend," Puck hissed, relaxing slightly as Rachel stood up, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder and whispering soothingly in his ear.
Finn's face went from red to white to blotchy in seconds at Pucks announcement. "You're dating Sam too?"
Puck rolled his eyes at his dense former best friend. "Yeah, how else was this relationship supposed to work?"
Jaws all over the room dropped at this and several eyes flew to Rachel, who was still trying to talk Puck down and seemingly ignoring everyone else.
"Rachel, is this true?" Finn gasped, turning pleading eyes on the girl.
Her eyes flicked to him quickly before returning to Puck. "Yes, I'm dating Noah and Sam and, yes, they're dating each other as well."
Finn's face returned to its original red hue. "You fucking whore. I'm done with all of this," he hissed, glaring at them all one last time before storming right back out, bumping into Mr Schue on his way out. The Spanish teacher walked in, casting a curious gaze from Mike and Mercedes holding Puck, his face twisted in anger, to Santana and Artie holding Sam back, his face red as he struggled against them, and finally landing on Brittany, Quinn (in all her blue glory), and Tina holding Rachel, who was yelling incoherently as they dragged her backwards.
"GUYS, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" he yelled. Everyone tried to answer him at once, voices overlapping as they tried to explain the situation while still holding the three of them back. "Puck, Rachel, Sam, all of you need to calm down and everyone need to just take a seat."
"Ladies, if you would please release my person," Rachel said quietly. The girls shared a quick glance before releasing her and she moved in front of Sam, not saying anything, just holding his face in her hands and looking him in the eye. After a moment, his body relaxed and he let out a heavy breath. "You can let him go," she told them. They did as she said and Sam dropped in his seat, folding his arms across his chest as he glared at the floor.
She leaned in to kiss him and then moved to Noah, who was no longer straining against the two gleeks but still looked like he was ready to bolt out the door after Finn. Once again, Rachel took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Noah, he's not worth it. Please, please, just sit down?" she quietly begged. With one more glare out the door, Puck dropped into his seat next to Sam, pulling the petite brunette in his lap as he did so.
"Mike," Schue said, pointing to him. "Will you please tell me what happened?"
The dancer nodded. "Well, we were just hanging out, waiting for you, and I was showing them some new dance moves when Finn came in. Apparently he had just found out about Rachel dating Sam and Puck and was super pi-mad and started yelling about how none of his friends had said anything about their relationship and, long story short, he found out about Puck dating Sam, called Rachel a whore, said he was done, and left." Mike scratched nervously and collapsed in the seat next to Sam.
Mr Schue glanced at Rachel. "Is this true?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes, sir. The attack was completely unprovoked."
The teacher sighed, looking at the door Finn has walked out of. "We'll just give him some time to cool off and I'll talk to him later."
"Forget that, Mr Schue, I'm not going to stay in Glee if that arsehole comes back," Puck spat, his hands clenching spasmodically on Rachel's hips.
"We'll deal with it later," Mr Schue said, waving it off. "Now, I want to talk about Nationals."
The rest of Glee was tense and Rachel had never been so glad when it was over. As much as she disliked Finn at the moment, they really needed him for competition, because it seemed like the options were him or Jacob Ben-Israel and Rachel so did not want to board that crazy train.
After what seemed like years, Schue let them go and Noah grabbed her bag while Sam tucked her to his side, kissing the top of her head.
"Uh, guys, can you three stay behind, please?" Mr Schue asked them. Rachel nodded to Santana when the girl hesitated at the door and the Latina shrugged before following the rest of the group.
"Yes, Mr Schuester, how can we help you?" Rachel asked politely.
"I just wanted to make sure everything is all right with you guys. I meant to talk to you yesterday after the whole thing with Sue, but I wasn't able to find any of you after school." The teacher leaned back against the piano, his arms crossed over his vest.
"Oh, yes, we're fine," Rachel chirped happily. "Yesterday was a bit intense, what with everyone finding out, but other than that, it's been fine."
"Have you told your parents yet?"
"Well, we told my dads and they have been very supportive about the whole thing. We haven't had a chance to talk to Sam or Noah's families yet, but already have dinner planned tonight to tell Sam's and tomorrow to tell Noah's."
A look of worry flitted across Will's face. "That's good." He shifted nervously, as though the next part was going to be difficult to say. "Look, if there's- That is, if something happens, I want you guys to know that I'm here for you, even if you just need someone to talk to." He sighed, scratching the back of his head. "And I'll talk to Finn about his little outburst and see if he'll come back."
Puck scoffed at that but Rachel quickly shushed him. "Thank you, Mr Scheuster, we appreciate your concern and we will certainly let you know if we require your assistance."
Will gave them a quick smile. "All right, well, go on and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Thanks, Mr Schue," the boys chorused as they ushered Rachel out the door. They didn't speak as they left the room, walked through the halls and climbed in Noah's truck. After he turned it on, Rachel whispered, "Nothing bad is going to happen, right?" She was twisting her hands nervously in her lap.
Sam stilled her hands with his. "Of course not, sweetie." He lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. "We promise."
She forced a smile and said, "Of course, I'm just being silly." Leaning forward to mess with the radio, she missed the concerned look the guys shot over her head.
"Oh, my god, I love this song," Rachel exclaimed, turning up the volume and singing along.
I gotta pocket, gotta pocketful of sunshine
"Ugh, that song sucks," Noah said in disgust, reaching to turn the station.
"Oh, come on, pleeeease?" Rachel flashed him her puppy eyes and he gave in, leaving the song playing and letting her sing along. Because Glee let out at five, they headed over to Sam's house.
Pulling up to the curb, they sat there for a moment in silence, nervousness starting to creep over them.
"So, is there anything we should know?" Rachel asked, looking at Sam.
"Don't swear and remember that I love both of you," he told them seriously. They clasped hands for a moment before getting out of the truck. Sam grabbed his bag and the other two followed him as he made his way to the porch where his mum was waiting for them. She was short with dark blonde hair, perfectly coiffed, a stiff, light blue, button up shirt and a white skirt that went to her knees. Rachel thought that Sam favored her a lot.
"Hello, sweetie," she said, kissing his cheek.
"Hey, mum," he kissed her back and then turned. "Mum, this is Rachel and Puck, they're the people I told you about."
"Hello, Rachel, Puck, my name is Adele, I'm happy to meet you. Sammy rarely brings his friends over," Adele said, shaking each of their hands and smiling pleasantly. "Why don't you come in; dinner is in thirty minutes when Sammy's father gets home." She gestured for them to enter and stepped in behind Sam. "That's a lovely skirt, Rachel," she added.
Rachel glanced down at her purple plaid skirt. "Oh, thank you! It's one of my favorites."
Adele motioned for them to sit on the couch. "I'll be right back, I have to check on the casserole, just go ahead and have a seat." She left, leaving the three teenagers alone.
"Why do I feel like I just stepped back into nineteen fifty," Noah murmured.
Sam chuckled dryly, "My parents are a little, er, old fashioned." He blushed lightly.
This can't be good, Puck thought as Adele walked back in the room, her skirt swishing slightly as she sat down.
"So, where did you two meet my Sammy?" she asked, staring at them intently.
"We met in Glee Club at the beginning of the year," Rachel replied.
"Oh, that's lovely! So are you a good singer?"
"She's the best," Sam interrupted when Rachel opened her mouth. "She's the co-captain of the club and pretty much the reason why we won Regionals."
"Sam," Rachel murmured, blushing.
"Nah, you know it's true, Rach," Noah said, nudging her and grinning.
"Well, that's just wonderful! Sammy told me all about Regionals, we were so sorry that we couldn't make it, but we're so very proud of our boy. Now, tell me more about you two."
"Well, I have two gay dads, one who is a lawyer at a prominent law firm and one who is an accountant for a big company. I'm very active in the Jewish community and I help with the JCC every weekend. I'm also in a variety of clubs at school, as I feel it's important to learn as much as possible about everything so that I can make sure my life plan is where I want to be. Right now, I plan on going to Julliard after graduation and then to Broadway," Rachel said.
"That sounds fabulous, Rachel! You're certainly an ambitious young lady, aren't you? And you said you're Jewish?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes, ma'am, as is Noah."
"Noah?" Adele looked at her, confused.
"Oh, Puck. His name is actually Noah, but everyone calls him Puck because his last name is Puckerman. However, he insists on people calling him by his nickname. I think I'm the only person outside his family that he allows to call him Noah," Rachel laughed.
"Oh, okay." Adele just looked confused.
"I would prefer if you would call me Puck, ma'am," Noah added.
"Of course. So you're Jewish too?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm also on the football team with Sam and I'm in Glee Club with Sam and Rachel."
"Oh, that's sounds like such fun!"
Rachel was beginning to think that Sam's mom was one of those Stepford wives. Her phrases seemed kind of limited and she was rather stiff. Just then, the front door opened.
"Adele, I'm home," a voice called.
"If you'll excuse me," she said, standing quickly and hurrying from the room once more. They heard murmuring from the hall and Sam muttered, "Here we go," before standing as his father walked into the room.
"Good evening, sir," Sam said.
"Hello, Samuel. And who are these two young people?" His father was a tall man, already with mostly grey hair, dressed sharply in a business suit. The small smile he managed didn't reach his eyes, which were a cold, flat blue.
"This is Rachel and Puck. Guys, this is my father, Samuel Evans Senior." Sam swallowed nervously. This is it… "Actually, sir, mum, I wanted to talk to you about something. If you would please sit down for a minute?"
"Of course, Sammy," Adele said, sitting back in her chair as his father settled into his massive recliner.
"What's this about, Samuel?" he asked when Sam just stood there for a moment.
"There's something I haven't told you." Just spit it out already! "I'm actually in a relationship with both Rachel and Puck," Sam blurted out.
The room was silent for a moment. Mr Evans chuckled. "Good one, son."
Sam took a deep breath. "It's not a joke, sir. I'm in a relationship with both of them and I love them."
The smile on his fathers' face fell and he turned red. "So, what, now you're a fucking fag? All that showering with other boys finally got to you, is that what it is?" The man stood, towering over Sam. "I won't have that nonsense in my house. You get your shit and don't ever come back," he hissed, glaring at Sam before storming out of the room. Adele jumped as the sound of glass shattering rang through the house.
Glancing at the door, she quickly reached into a small knick knack on the table and drew out a small white envelope. Adele stood, thrust it at Sam and whispered, "I'm so sorry," as she fled out the door. Sam sighed, tucking the envelope in his back pocket before looking at his boyfriend and girlfriend.
"I-" Rachel stood up, pulling him into a hug.
"Don't, it's okay. Let's go get you packed," she whispered. Sam nodded, tears prickling his eyes as he held her close. He released her and the two boys went upstairs so Sam could pack some clothes while Rachel stayed downstairs. She waited until they were gone before she walked towards the angry voices.
Stepping into the kitchen, Rachel put on her best blank face and crossed her arms firmly across her chest before clearing her throat. One set of glaring eyes flicked over to her.
"Your decision is yours to make, but you're missing out on a wonderful boy and the great man he'll become. Just because Sam has chosen to be in a relationship with Noah and I doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with him. You should be ashamed of yourself; you didn't even bother getting the full story. It seems to me the only good thing you've done is raise an upstanding young man in your son. I'm sorry you can't see that in him." Without another word, she returned to the hall just as the guys returned, each carrying a couple of bags. Rachel grabbed Sam's backpack and together they headed back to Noah's truck.
A/N: I have no idea where this is coming from, quite honestly. I'm trying to keep the characters in character as much as possible but Finn seems to gotten out of hand for some reason. And the whole thing with the parents? Uh, Idk, really… Sorry for the angstyness!
Oh, and the next chapter of Revenge Shuffle is being posted simultaneously with this chapter, so pop over and check it out, yeah?