A/N: Happy gleeking Tuesday, everyone! Sorry this is late, had a birthday party to deal with last week.
For those who are concerned, the last chapter and this one should be the two most angsty ones. Hopefully the humor picks back up!
An hour later found them back in the parking lot of the high school, staring out of the windshield in silence. No one had spoken since leaving Sam's house, still stunned at the turn of events and all deep in thought about how to remedy the situation.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked Sam, finally breaking the silence.
"Uh, yes? No?" He sighed, his head dropping into his hands. "I'm not sure. I knew it probably wouldn't go over well, but I never- I never thought he would kick me out." He took a shuddering breath as Rachel laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "What am I going to do?"
They sat there for a few minutes, watching as the sprinklers came on in the football field. Rachel could see Noah's hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel and his jaw had a tick. Sam just sat there, occasionally running his hand through his hair, a forlorn look in his eyes.
"I have an idea," she said, pulling out her phone and scrolling through the contacts quickly. Finding the one she wanted, she called the number and pressed the phone to her ear, shushing the guys when they tried to question her.
"Hello?" His voice was slightly muffled and Rachel could hear loud music blasting in the background.
"Mr Schuester? This is Rachel Berry."
"Oh, hey Rachel, what's up?"
She began getting nervous. "Well, we, that is, Noah, Sam and I, have a bit of a problem and I was wondering if your offer from earlier to help if something happens is still available? Um, something happened."
"Is it serious?" Rachel could tell he was worried now as the noise in the background had started to fade.
"Yes, sort of. Might you allow us to come and speak with you about this matter in person?"
"I'm actually out with a friend right now, do you think you guys could come over around… Let's see, about eight?"
The tension in Rachel's chest eased slightly. "Yes, of course, that will be fine. Thank you so much, Mr Schue."
"No problem, Rachel. See you in a bit."
"Goodbye."
"'Bye."
Rachel disconnected the call and looked at her boyfriends. "We have a meeting with him at eight," she told them.
"What's going on in that head of yours, Rach?" Noah asked, looking at her curiously. She shrugged.
"We'll just have to see. I think that if anyone can help us in the wretched situation, it would be our Glee teacher, who's been there for all of us at some point for just small things. But this is something big and I truly believe that he'll at least have some ideas for us." She patted both of their knees. "Come on, let's go find something to eat, we still have a time to kill before we go over there."
"How about Denny's? I want some fucking French toast," Noah said, pitching his voice gruffly and nasally at the same time on the last two words. Sam just started laughing while Rachel looked at him like he was crazy.
"'S from a movie, babe," he told her as he started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot for the second time that day.
"Oh…kay?" Rachel really didn't know how to reply to that. "Is there any vegan options at Denny's?"
"Dunno, but you could still eat the eggs, since they're not real."
"What do you mean 'they're not real'? What is it, then?"
"Powdered eggs," Sam told her.
Her jaw dropped. "Is that even true?"
Sam shrugged. "Probably; I just know their eggs don't look right."
Rachel just stared at him for a moment, slack-jawed, before giggling, which set off a train reaction and by the time the trio pulled into the Denny's parking lot, they were nearly hysterical. True, nothing was really that funny, but it was one of those things were you laugh just because you need to. Apparently Tuesday night were slow because about half of the restaurant was empty and they were seated immediately. Rachel found a veggie burger that she deemed okay for her consumption while Noah ordered a cheeseburger and Sam a club sandwich. Once they had placed their order, they settled back in the booth, Rachel snug between the two football players. She leaned her head on Sam's shoulder while lacing her fingers with Noah's. She could feel the sadness radiating off of her boyfriends and there was tightness in her chest that she hated.
Suddenly, a plan formulated, a way for her to make them feel a little better. Glancing at one of the TV's near her (and on the mostly empty side of the restaurant) and thinking about the iPod she had stuffed in her pocket, Rachel was sure that her plan had the possibility of working.
"Excuse me, Noah, I need to use the ladies room," Rachel said, nudging him to move. She made her way to the bathroom and pulled out her phone.
To: *Puckleberry*
I want to do something to make sam feel better, so ive decided to sing something. Care to help?
She was going about her bathroom business when her phone buzzed. After washing her hands, she pulled her phone and checked the message.
What do u have in mind?
From: *Puckleberry*
Rachel chuckled and sent him the name of the song she planned on singing and told him to distract Sam. After checking her reflection, she left the bathroom and peeking around the corner, quickly spotting Noah and Sam, their heads bent together as they spoke softly. Her heart ached for her blond boyfriend, sadness written across his handsome face. Making sure that no staff was around, Rachel darted over to the television she had spotted prior and quickly hooked her iPod into the set. Finding the song was a breeze and she set it to play before hurrying to the booth.
Standing in front of the booth, Rachel cocked her hip out, her hands planted firmly on them as the music began. Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
Noah stood up, and joined her, throwing his arms out in a 'what?' gesture and leaning towards Rachel (while she leaned slightly away from him) as he sang the next part. So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
Rachel started nodding as she continued, leaning towards Puck as he leaned away from her. I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
Back Rachel went, Noah leaning towards her once again. So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
Both of them stood up straight, facing Sam, who was staring at them in shocked. Pumping their fists, Noah and Rachel sang I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ah.
The two continued as Sam started laughing, dancing in his seat while his boyfriend and girlfriend did a whole complicated song and dance routine, including a part where they held each other's opposite hand and leaned back at the same time, dipping to the low so that their finger tips brushed the floor before quickly switching hands and doing it again. Once the song was over, the entire place broke into applause as Noah grabbed Rachel's iPod from the telly, speaking quietly to the manager as the man came up to confront him. Rachel hoped he was being nice; the last thing they needed was to be kicked out of the Denny's.
Rachel slid into the booth next to Sam, kissing him gently as he draped his arm over her shoulder.
"You two are so funny," he murmured into her hair. Rachel smiled up at him.
"I just wanted to see you smile and I knew Noah did too."
Sam laughed. "Well, it worked. Where did you guys learn that dance?"
"Well, Noah would just deny it, but when we were younger, I was really into the Spice Girls, even though they were broken up by the time I got into their music. When his mum would babysit me, I forced him to learn the dance so that I would have a dance partner." Rachel laughed, adding, "I'm surprised he remembered the moves, in all honestly."
"It's 'cause I'm awesome, babe," Noah said, sliding in the booth next to Sam and giving him a one armed hug.
"That's very true." Rachel reached across the table and squeezed Noah's hand.
"Well, thank you both, I really need that," Same said, pulling them both into a hug.
"What did the manager say?" Rachel asked, remembering the short man who spoke with Noah after their performance.
"Oh, yeah, he complemented on our routine and then asked us to never do it again." Noah laughed. "I told him that our boyfriend had had a rough night and we were just trying to make him feel better. He looked at me funny but just nodded and left." He shrugged. "Not his place to judge us, anyway."
The other two nodded in agreement as the waitress brought their food, flashing Puck a smile as she placed his plate in front of him. He half smiled back, his eyes on Sam and Rachel, until she finally took the hint and left. The silence that lingered as they ate wasn't uncomfortable, broken by someone occasionally humming 'Wannabe,' followed by snickers. Rachel's phone beeped just as the waitress began clearing their plates.
"It's Mr Schue. He says that he has returned to his domicile and has given us permission to join him there as soon as we wish," she told them. Noah grabbed the ticket the waitress left and pulled out his wallet, glaring at Sam when he tried to do the same.
"Tell Schue we're on our way," Puck said, throwing some bills on the table and slipping out of the booth. Sam, then Rachel, followed and Rachel grabbed the guys hands as they left the restaurant, releasing them only when they reached Noah's truck.
"Do you remember the way to his house?" Rachel asked as she settled between them on the bench seat. Puck rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, the Christmas party wasn't that long ago, Rach."
She slapped his arm lightly. "I know, I was simply reaffirming that you adequately remembered the way to his apartment.
"You wouldn't be you if you didn't," Sam laughed, kissing her temple and lacing his fingers through hers. Some random song came on and Rachel let out a squeal, turning up the volume and singing along.
Feels so good being bad (Oh oh oh oh oh)
There's no way I'm turning back (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Out the box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh)
The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me
Puck's hands nearly slipped off the wheel as he listened to their girl singing about S&M and he could feel Sam's hand clenching tightly, his arms thrown over Rachel's shoulders and brushing against Puck's bicep with each jolt of the truck. When she sang the part about chains and whips, Sam actually grabbed his arm and the two shared a look.
"Babe, you gotta stop singing that song; you're killing us with the teasing," Sam murmured in her ear before nuzzling her neck.
"What, it's a good song!" Rachel protested. Noah spotted the devious look in her eyes. "I mean, everyone has their kinks, right?"
"Oh, god, babe, don't even think the word 'kink,'" Puck groaned, his cock already half hard. He totally didn't want to show up at Schue's house sporting wood, especially since they kinda needed his help. He's distracted by Rachel letting out a small whimper and he glanced away from the road long enough to see Sam's head buried in Rachel's neck, her tiny hand carded through that glorious mop of blond hair.
"Sam," he groaned, annoyed that he can't really join. "Come on, be nice you two!" One of his hands left the wheel and relocated itself onto the bare expanse of Rachel's thigh, kneading the skin as he concentrated on the road.
"Noah," Rachel breathed, her free hand falling on top of his as he creeped it higher up, tracing the seam of her knickers. "Oh, god, Noah, Sam," she gasped. Puck smirked, feeling fucking awesome, then removed his hand and laced their fingers together before kissing the back of her hand. Rachel groaned at the loss of contact but removed her fingers from Sam's hair.
"Stop, please, Sam," she said, pushing against the quarterback lightly. "I really must insist that we not show up at a teacher's house looking as though we were doing naughty things."
Sam sighed but moved away, smirking slightly as he spotted the hickey he had managed to leave on her neck. "You're right, of course," he said, kissing her gently on the lips and then settling back in the seat. Something dawned on him and he leaned forward, pulling the envelope his mum had shoved in his hand out of his back pocket. He opened it, Rachel watching him curiously and Puck peeking at him from the corner of his eye. Inside laid several crisp one hundred dollar bills.
"What is it?" Puck asked, unable to see from his angle. Wordlessly, Sam tilted the envelope towards him, allowing him to see the money inside. "Holy shit, how much is in there?"
Sam shrugged, wondering the same thing, before pulling the money out and counting it once, twice, three times before he replies. "Uh, five-" His voice cracked and he cleared his throat before trying again. "Five thousand one hundred fifty dollars."
The truck jerked slightly as Noah started in surprise. "Holy fuck," he breathed. "And she just had that much fucking money lying around?"
Sam shrugged again, still in shock. "Yeah, I guess so…" He trailed off, his brow furrowed. "Something fishy is going on here." They pulled into the parking lot in front of their teachers building and Noah parked the truck. They sat there for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, until Sam sighed.
"Let's do this."
Puck and Rachel nodded in agreement and they crawled out of the truck, Rachel once again lacing their fingers together. They entered the building and Noah pressed the 'Up' button on the elevator. As soon as the door closed, Rachel pressed Sam against Puck, covering his mouth with hers while Noah's hands bracket the blonds' hips and pressed kisses up his neck. Sam's fingers fist in Rachel's hair, holding her to him when she tries to pull away.
"Sam," she whispered, a loud ding announcing their arrival to the correct floor. Rachel stepped back, pulling his hand from her hair and kissing his palm gently before blocking the door from closing. Puck released him with a sigh and together, they exited the elevator and walked down the short hall to Mr Schue's apartment. The darker boy knocked twice and they waited, Sam fidgeting nervously.
"Hey, guys and Rachel, come on it," the Spanish teacher said, opening the door and stepping to the side so they could enter.
"Hello, Mr Schuester. How was your dinner?" Rachel asked politely, sitting on the couch and tucking her skirt neatly under her. The guys automatically sat on either side of her, their arms settling across the back of the couch.
"It was great, thanks for asking." Mr Schue smiled. "So tell me what's going on. You said you were supposed to have dinner with Sam's family tonight?"
Puck tensed again and Sam frowned as Rachel nodded. "Yes, sir, that was what we had planned. We met his parents and after Sam told them about our relationship, his father kicked him out." She shifted uneasily as Mr Schue's eyes grew wide. "We weren't sure what to do and I was hoping that you might have some suggestions or perhaps might know of someplace that Sam can stay that is both safe and cheap. His mother gave him some money but it won't last long, with the rising cost of groceries and other such amenities. I would offer the spare bedroom in my house, but, as supportive as my fathers have been, I doubt they would allow one of my boyfriends to stay overnight at my house."
"And I don't wanna deal with my mom tonight after all this, 'cause what if she kicks me out too? And she would eventually figure out our situation, mostly because we still plan on telling her, and she wouldn't allow someone I was dating to stay at the house," Puck added. "Quinn was an exception because it was obvious that she wanted nothing to do with me."
Mr Schue sighed. "Well, guys, I'm sorry to say I don't know of any youth shelters. I can ask Ms Pillsbury tomorrow for some information, but for tonight, how about Sam crashes in my spare room?" He forces a small smile. "Just until we figure this out."
"I believe that there may be laws against that, Mr Schuester," Rachel said, her brows furrowed.
"Well, it would only be one night, hopefully, and as long as we don't say anything to anyone, no one should know." He clasped his hands together in front of himself. "Of course, it's up to Sam, but that's all the help I can really offer this late at night." He stood, adding, "I'll let you three talk about it," before heading towards the kitchen.
"What do you think?" Sam asked, looking at Rachel and Puck.
"I think it's your best bet for tonight, though I'm still not sure what the laws are pertaining to such things and I sincerely don't wish for Mr Schuester to get into trouble for helping you," Rachel said, wringing her hands nervously.
"I agree with whatever she said. I mean, it's only for tonight, right?" Puck grinned. "I'm a poet and didn't know it."
Sam grimaced. "A bad poet."
Puck shoved his arm. "You love me anyway."
"True." They sat there for a few minutes, just holding each other's hands, their heads pressed together. "So I'm really doing this? I'm stay here tonight?"
"If that's what you want."
"We're here to support you."
Sam sighed. "All right, well, let's break the news. Mr Schue?"
The curly haired teacher poked his head around the corner, a glass of juice in his hand. "What's up, guys?"
"If it's still okay with you, I'll take you up on that offer."
"No problem, Sam. Did you bring clothes or…" Schue trailed off, unsure.
"No, I was able to pack most of my clothes and things before I left."
"Great, well, once you get your bags, I'll show you where the room is." A look flashed across his face. "Uh, yeah, I forgot about that…" Without explaining himself, he turned around, once again leaving the three students in his living room.
"We'll be right back, Mr Schue," Rachel called as they all stood and headed towards the door.
"'Kay!" he yelled, his voice muffled. Rachel led them out of the apartment and back out to the truck, this time with no 'incidents' in the elevator.
"Do you mind if I leave most of these in here tonight?" Sam asked, looking at the five or six bags that currently held all of his possessions.
"Course not. Makes no sense if you're just going to have to bring them to school tomorrow anyway," Puck told him. Sam managed a small smile before grabbing two of the bags while Puck got his backpack from the cab. "I'll stick 'em in my backseat when I go home."
"Thanks." He sighed, leaning against the bed of the truck. "This fucking sucks."
Rachel climbed into the bed of the truck and leaned over to give him a hug while Puck pressed himself to the blonds' front, wrapping his arms around both of them.
"Things have a way of working themselves out," Rachel said, pressing their heads together.
Sam chuckled dryly. "Sure doesn't feel that way."
"Right now it doesn't, but they will."
"Promise?" He glanced at her through his bangs.
"Promise," she replied firmly. He kissed her and then kissed Puck. "Do you want us to go back up with you?"
"Nah, I know you gotta make it home in time for your curfew. Just call me when you get home, okay?"
"I will." She kissed him again and shimmed out of Noah's arms and out of the bed of the truck.
"You, too," Sam added, looking at his boyfriend.
"Course," he chuckled, kissing Sam once more before releasing him. "Now get your arse into that building so we can leave."
"Noah, language," Rachel admonished from the passenger side. "Though I agree, Sam."
Sam laughed, really laughed, and picked up his bags. "I love you."
"I love you too," Puck and Rachel chorused. They climbed into the cab as Sam entered the building for the second time that night, all of them worried about what was going to happen the next night when they broke the news to Puck's mum.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Wannabe or that Rihanna song.