Rachel opened her eyes slowly. She felt a hand on her butt and looked at Sam. He was so used to putting his hand there he did it automatically. It was so cute. She nudged him, "Sam? Wakey wakey."

He opened his eyes and blinked, "Morning." He sniffed and stretched. Then he got out of bed and reached his hand out for her to grab. She smiled and took it, pulling herself up. Glancing at the clock she saw it was nine o'clock. They didn't start filming until three today. He went into his kitchen and put some vegan sausage in a pan for her, and started making her special pancakes. He ate the pancakes but found the 'fake meat,' as he called it, disgusting.

Rachel walked into the kitchen and jumped up onto the counter. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. She looked down for a second, thinking of how ashamed she was. Quickly shaking that out of her head, she looked at him, "Come here." He came next to her. She rubbed next to his lip, "You got, you got a little something." He grabbed her face and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved to the living room. Kissing her he pressed her against the wall and moved his hand up her thigh. Suddenly the fire detecter started beeping. Rachel hopped off him and grabbed a chair, "You burnt my sausage."

He sighed, getting the pan off the stove, "Sorry. I only burnt two though, there's still three left in the box."

Rachel puffed a breath of relief, glad she got the beeping to stop, "Oh, ok. That works for me." She kissed his cheeks and continued to wait for him to finish making breakfast. She started biting the inside of her cheek, "Why don't you ever let me cook?"

He smiled at her, taking his eyes off her sausage for a moment, "Because, because, because I said so!"

She rolled her eyes, "You are so unreasonable." She rolled her eyes and walked over to the couch. She turned the TV on. One of those celebrity news shows was on.

"Rachel, Quinn, and Jesse were found out at lunch yesterday. Rachel denies that she has started dating Quinn, claiming she is dating Sam. However we saw her the other night leave a party with N-"

Rachel changed the channel. She laughed, "Hey Sam, Glee's on." She heard Sam chuckle in the kitchen. She sat back, "This is back when Lea was in love with Cory back in the beginning, you know before Chord joined the show."

Sam came out with some pancakes for both of them and sausage for her, "This show can get so ridiculous."

Rachel laughed and nodded. Suddenly her phone buzzed. She jumped up and ran to the dresser, reading the name on the phone. Noah. She walked back out, "I have to take this, be right back." She walked into the hall and answered, "What's up?"

"What are we gonna do? Are we just gonna ignore the other night?"

Rachel thought about it, "Uh, yeah, pretty much."

She heard him sigh on the other end, "Listen, I know we're friends and all that, but you have to admit that you felt some sorta spark the other night, and don't you dare throw that fucking 'I love Sam, Sam is my one true love, we belong together,' crap at me, cuz dammit Rach, I wasn't the only one who felt something and I know it."

Rachel sighed and started pacing, "Ok, you can't tell anyone, just keep your mouth shut, got it? And, no, I didn't feel anything, it was drunken sex and it was a huge mistake."

"A mistake? What, having sex with me was a mistake? Hell Rachel, don't you think that's a bit much?"

He sounded hurt, "No. I'm right, and you can't tell anyone."

"Fine! Fine! But I know you're lying to yourself, I know it. Eventually you'll realize it."

"God just shut up! You are so full of it! Now I gotta go. Bye," she hung up before he had a chance to say good bye. Walking back into the apartment, she smiled and kissed Sam's lips. "Puckerman. He can be so annoying sometimes."

Sam laughed and nodded in agreement. Yeah the two were best friends, but that doesn't make him any less annoying. And sure they both loved him, you know, as a friend, but sometimes they wished he wasn't there. Like the other day when they went to a movie and Puck was supposed to be on a blind date/double date with them, but he got ditched. Then he was just, there. And Rachel wished so bad that he wasn't there the other night.

But they would never let him know, because, they did love him.

Three o'clock rolled around and they were dressed and at the studio. Rachel had gone into her dressing room and had finished changing and walked onto the set when Puck grabbed her arm and pulled her over to a private area to talk to her, "Rachel, why haven't you told him?"

She shrugged her shoulders, avoiding eye contact with him, "Why should I tell him?"

"Rachel, you have to tell him, we had," she shushed him, and his voice dropped to a whisper, "we had sex."

"Well I didn't exactly cheat on him, it was an accident."

"So, he should understand if you tell him. Just tell him."

"No! And I am done having this conversation," Rachel turned on her heels and walked back to the set. Everything was going just fine, they filmed and everything was dandy, but then it got to the scene where Sam saved Rachel from Puck and Puck blew up.

He looked at the director and Sam and Finn, "Why does he," he sneered, "alway get to save Rachel? Why does he always get the girl? Why does he get to be the star of the movie, or episode, and all that crap!"

Sam scoffed, "Because I'm better looking, and maybe coz we're dating."

"So, it's called acting. Do you think everyone on TV is dating in real life. Shouldn't you know better than that?"

"Maybe she just doesn't like you, ever think of that?"

Rachel stood between them, "Stop! Stop!"

Neither of them heard her. Puck was getting pissed, "She sure didn't think that the other night when we were having sex!" Rachel's eyes widened and she ran off, crying. Santana, Quinn and Kurt raced after her. Puck cursed, "I, I didn't mean to, I, uh." He quickly went to his dressing room.

Rachel was sitting on the floor of the bathroom in the lobby. She was sobbing, her whole body shaking. Santana walked in first, "Rachel?" Santana saw her and ran to hug her, "It's ok Rachel."

She sobbed and sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve, "No it's not. What about Sam?"

Quinn sat down on the other side of her, "I'm sure Sam will understand if you explain."

Kurt sat in front of her and grabbed her hands, "Why don't you tell us what happened first? We won't judge you, swear." Santana and Quinn nodded in agreement.

Rachel sighed, sitting up straight and sniffling again, "Remember that party we were at the other day? Well I got really drunk, and Puck got really drunk, and Sam had already left, and somehow, I have no idea how, I ended up sleeping with him. And then I woke up in his bed and I felt horrible but I didn't know what I was suppose to do. I was so worried Sam would hate me, or leave, or want nothing to do with me."

Quinn sighed, "Aww honey, you and I both know Sam isn't like that. He would understand."

Santana nodded, looking around the bathroom, starting to feel disgusted, "Yeah, why don't you go talk to him?"

Kurt smiled and stood up, reaching his hands down for Rachel to grab, "And let's get out of here, it's kinda gross."

Rachel giggled a little and stood up. She grabbed his hand and Santana and Quinn said they were gonna go talk to Puck about this whole thing, Rachel nodded and walked off with Kurt, "What if he's mad?"

"I highly doubt anyone can be mad at you," he leaned his head towards her. She smiled, but wasn't so sure she agreed with him on that one. As she got closer to the set she saw Sam sitting with his head in his hands. She let go of Kurt's hand and walked towards him. He looked up.

"We need to talk."

A/N: Not the best I've done, and I could have written (or are you supposed to say wrote) this part better, but this how I did it, so tough toenails. Reviews are love!