A/N: Prompt from an anon; Sam just got promoted to the quarterback on the football team and Rachel just got promoted to Head Cheerio. They celebrate at his house with movies & vegan food. Thanks!
Checking her phone at the first free moment she had, Rachel laughed. "I'm so proud!" she continued, calling up her boyfriend, "And, guess what?"
"You got Head Cheerio?"
Rachel smiled, her eyes closed. "I did."
"Dude! Rachel!" Sam sounded like even he didn't know how to react, "That's great!"
"I know." Wrapping her arm around her waist, Rachel leaned against her locker. "Can't wait to see you," she lowered her voice.
Sam lowered his voice as well. "Me neither. At least we only have about an hour. You still coming over tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it even if I could."
"Good!" Laughing, pleased, Sam paused, finally admitting, "Miss you."
"Miss you too. See you soon."
"You too."
Hearing her boyfriend hang up, Rachel smiled, resting her phone against her lips before slipping it back into the pocket of her Cheerio jacket. How perfect was this? Her having a free night, with her fathers in Columbus while Sam's family was busy in Kansas or whatever state they were looking at; though she knew she should pay better attention to where her boyfriend was possibly going to be moved to, Rachel had always preferred to stay in the moment, Sam's lips and body on hers.
Bundling up her supplies and tightening her Cheerio jacket around her body, zipping it up, Rachel hurried to the football field. Though the Cheerios had already finished their practice, Coach Beiste hadn't let the footballers go yet, a rare occurrence. Pushing a stray barely dry bang behind her ear, Rachel leaned against the railing, enjoying watching the slim figure of her boyfriend practicing drills and running the length of the field. Even if she had started the year as Finn's girlfriend, it hadn't taken her long to realize Sam was where her heart, eventually, lay.
Good thing Finn didn't seem to have a trouble turning back to Quinn, she thought ruefully, raising her voice to cheer for her boyfriend, clapping and laughing, bouncing when Sam's eyes met hers. 'Yours,' she mouthed, grinning, 'So proud!'
But eventually it was the end of practice. Making his way to her, still sweaty with his practice pads covered in grass and his exertion, Rachel gladly accepted his kiss and attention, laughing when he pulled her into his body. It wasn't hard to melt into him, she thought, kissing him as soon as he pulled his helmet off of his head.
"Shower," she laughed as soon as he let her mouth go, her hands still tangled in his hair, "So we can go."
"But I'll get sweaty with you," he tried to explain, "Anyway."
Rachel slapped her hand over his mouth. "Doesn't matter," she stepped back, smiling cheekily at him, "Shower."
Finally, giving in, Sam moved away, back in the direction of the locker rooms. "You," he pointed at her, "You."
'Me?' she mouthed back at him, smiling.
Rolling his eyes, Sam disappeared into the boy's locker room.
Still grinning, Rachel made her way to her car, knowing Sam would be joining her soon.
Starting the engine as soon as Sam slid into the passenger seat, Rachel still leaned over to kiss his newly showered lips. "Mmm," she grinned.
"What?" Kissing her back, his larger hand settling on her knee, Sam nipped her lower lip.
Shivering, gasping, Rachel barely stopped herself from sliding into his lap. "No," she protested, breathing in deeply, "Not – not yet. Your house."
Sam grinned at her. "My house."
Instead of trapping herself against her car as she expected once they'd reached his house, Sam tugged her inside. "Look," he exclaimed proudly, swinging the refrigerator door open, "I got you food!"
Still trying to get his mouth on hers, barely taking the time to see that what he said was correct, at least a shelf in his refrigerator covered in highly recognizable vegan food, Rachel buried her head in his neck. "Good," she breathed, dragging her lips up his jaw, already searching for his lips, "That'll come in handy."
Sam laughed. Meeting her lips, kissing her back just as ardently as she kissed him, he backpedaled into the living room. "Movies?" he asked, almost uselessly, hands still chivalrously kept around her waist.
"What?" Rachel wrapped her legs around his hips, settling onto his lap on the couch.
"To watch?"
Pressing her forehead to his, Rachel smiled. He really is a keeper, isn't he? she asked herself, sliding off of his lap to snuggle into his side. "Okay," she pushed her hand into his, drinking in the solid feel of his body and the warmth he gave off, "You're so, so perfect."
Sam let out a deep breath. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, arm settling heavily around on her shoulders, he smiled. "Why?"
Rachel settled more comfortably into him. "No pushing… Movies and vegan food…" Kissing the underside of his jaw, Rachel smiled. "You just are."
In answer, he pulled her closer, still smiling. "Good."