A/N thanks again to everyone that reviewed :) I'm glad that people are enjoying it. I agree that Sam was kind of a douche, but I'm trying to write this realistically and I think any teenage boy ( let alone one living in a motel) would be shocked and terrified to find out a girl they slept with was pregnant. Also, dont worry, this is not a Finchel story. I personally think they are the most boring couple in Glee and prefer Rachel with just about anyone else. I've started a C2 of Samchel stories so please check it out, or let me know about any stories I've missed out :) So enjoy and review please :)

As usual, her face was perfectly made up, her hair immaculately brushed and styled and her nails a pretty shade of light pink. She puckered her pink lips in anger and strutted down the hallway like she owned it. Usually she made her way to class, but this morning she had a stop to make first.

"Stay away from my man." She hissed, slamming Rachel's locker door shut and glaring at her.

Rachel just gaped back at her for a moment desperately trying to figure out whom she was referring to. Was it Sam? I mean he and Quinn had been pretty serious, but she had slept with him. Maybe Finn had told her and that's why she was upset? Or was it Finn?

Her thoughts were cut off by Quinn's hand colliding with her face. Tears sprung to her eyes as the stinging set in, alongside a fresh dose of humiliation. Blinking, she pressed the back of her hand to her cheek, and quickly glanced at all the people staring at her. Sighing she caught the eye of Finn who was staring at the scene open mouthed, and shook her head.

"Quinn. We need to talk." Without waiting for a response she grabbed the blonde by her wrist and yanked her into an empty classroom.

"Get off of me!" Quinn protested, slapping at Rachel with her free hand but allowing herself to be dragged away.

Rachel shut the door behind her, and looked around to make sure no one was in the room. She really couldn't risk this getting out, and telling Quinn Fabray, HBIC might not be the best idea, but she was the only person who knew what she was going through.

"Quinn, I need your help." Rachel said, her eyes darting all over the room, desperate to make sure they were alone.

"Good for you." Quinn muttered sulkily, "Can I go now?"

"No, you don't understand, I need your help. Or advice. Can you just hear me out?"

Quinn narrowed her eyes, but didn't protest.

"Last year," Rachel started hesitantly, "How did you decide what to do with Beth?"

There was a moment of silence where Quinn's eyes softened and her lower lip trembled ever so slightly, before she sprang forward hitting Rachel, pulling at her hair, anything she could touch.

"Don't ever talk to me about that." Quinn said, "You have no right to do that Manhands."

Rachel raised her arms to try and her shield her face, whilst internally noting that perhaps she should have eased into the topic.

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Rachel cautiously lowered her hands when she heard Quinn retreat, "Quinn?" She called out upon seeing Quinn slumped over in a chair, a glassy look in her eye.

"Quinn?"

This time Quinn looked up and right at Rachel.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?"

After her encounter with Quinn, Rachel decided to call it a day and head home. Her talk with Quinn had been rather unsatisfying on the whole. She'd been detached the whole time, and had just stared at Rachel for several minutes before leaving the room. Rachel hoped she'd left because she was feeling emotional about her daughter, rather than spreading salacious gossip. But you couldn't be too safe, hence the ditching off class.

Her dads were both thankfully at work, so she had the whole house to herself. She immediately stripped out of her shift dress with that adorable owl on the front ( that nicely concealed her slightly swollen stomach) and into a tank top and sweats, pausing only to slowly run her hand over her midsection. She still couldn't quite believe this was happening. Kids were something she'd never really planned on having, unless it was way down the line and she and Finn were married or something. Finn, she thought sadly. What would he think of her when he found out? It would certainly spell the end to any hope she had once held of them rekindling their romance. Surprisingly, she didn't find herself too torn up about this realisation.

Given that it was only 9:30 in the morning, Rachel put on West Side Story and snuggled down on the sofa with her favourite fleecy blanket and prepared to lose herself in a day of song and dance. She was rudely interrupted at about 9:52.

Irritated at being disturbed she grumpily threw back her blanket and trudged towards the front door, not even bothering to pause the movie that was still playing.

She threw open the door without even pausing to think who it may be.

"Sam?" She said, her mouth hanging open as she gaped at the blonde boy in front of her. Then realising what she was wearing she hastily pulled her tank top down and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Umm, hi." He said nervously, running one hand through his hair, "I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry, like really sorry. I was hoping maybe we could talk?"

Part of her, the drama queen, diva side of her wanted to slam the door in his face and flounce away, but the rational side of her made her invite him in. This was, after all bigger than them.

They stood awkwardly in the hallway for a moment, before Rachel excused herself and paused the movie – she figures she can wallow later, once he's gone and she needs comforting again.

Hesitantly, she asked him if he wanted a drink, but before he could answer she poured two glasses of water. Then they sat for a while on opposite sides of her dining room table.

She licked her lips nervously and looks up at him, "you said you wanted to talk?"

He meets her gaze and nods thoughtfully.

"Well first off I wanted to apologise for how I acted yesterday. I was a complete asshole, you just really threw me Rach."

She hates herself for it, but she blushes at his nickname.

"It's okay. I knew I shouldn't have involved you in this, I mean you already have so much going on, but then Kurt kept saying you'd want to know and..." She's shocked to feel him take her hand in his own.

"He was right. I'm glad you told me."

Sam looked at her with those green eyes and she had to remind herself to breathe, to focus on the situation at hand, to not-

"Oh God." She whispered to herself, pulling her hand back and using it to cover her mouth.

"Rach?" Sam asked, sounding concerned, "are you okay?"

Without replying she gave a moan and dashed from the room, covering her mouth with both her hands.

Sam was infinitely perplexed. One minute he was pretty sure that they were having a moment, or something and the next minute she was looking like the sight of him physically revolted her? And he thought Quinn and Santana suffered from serious moodswings.

"Rach?" He called out as he headed down a corridor, wondering which of these doors she had disappeared through. He'd only been in her house twice before and neither time had he received a tour or anything. The first had been her house party, where all he could really remember was kissing Brittany and then getting off with Santana. No one had really cared about having a tour of the house, they just cared about the basement where the party had been held. Then there had been the time after Prom, where Rachel had more or less dragged him up the stairs and into her room. She hadn't paused to ask if he wanted to see her house, so really it was to be expected that he didn't know what he was doing. Only now he was worried that Rachel's house thought he was a man whore.

Shaking that thought off, he tentatively knocked on a door and when there was no reply opened it and almost fell headlong down a flight of steps. He conceded that he should perhaps remember where the basement was at least.

After shutting the door he decided to wait for her in the hallway, rather than risk falling down any empty shafts she had hidden behind doors. A few minutes later Rachel emerged pale and shivery, and brushed his concerns off.

"Morning sickness." She explained, waving a hand at him as she returned to her original seat and drunk deeply from her glass of water.

Sam was confused but decided to google it later and focus on the issue at hand right now.

"So, uh." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "have you been to a doctor yet?"

Rachel nodded and beamed;

"I actually went yesterday. Everything's good they said, and I got to listen to the heartbeat."

She paused, "I have a cd if you want?"

Sam was pretty sure that that was not something he wanted. He figured that in the moment it would have been cool and all, but it seemed a little weird. But then he really didn't want to let Rachel down.

"Uhh, sure. That would be great."

Rachel beamed at him and he smiled back before they settled into an awkward silence again.

"Sam?" Rachel said quietly, not looking up.

"Yeah?" He responded looking at her, but she still didn't face him.

"I just wanted you to know that...I don't expect anything from you. I know you have a lot going on in your life and this is the last thing you need, so I'm offering you a chance to... well, you know."

She looked up at this point and met his intense gaze briefly.

"I've already spoken to my Dad's and whilst they were more than a little disappointed, they've agreed to support me in whatever I do. So you don't need to feel like you're abandoning me or anything, because I'll – we'll- be fine."

She finished and looked back up at him but his expression was unreadable.

"Sam?" She prompted after he still didn't respond.

Eventually he shook his head slightly and looked at her as if she was crazy.

"What kind of guy do you think I am Rachel?"

She opened her mouth to respond but he kept on talking;

"I know I freaked out yesterday, but seriously. I was just scared and taken aback. But I'm not leaving you Rachel, this is my responsibility to and I intend to take care of you."

He reached across the table and took both her hands in his,

"We're in this together okay? You and me."

Rachel nodded, and a few tears escaped her eyes as she looked into his eyes.

"It's going to be okay Rach, I promise you."

And for the first time since she'd found about the baby, she really believed that it could all be okay.

They spent the rest of the day just talking. She confided all her fears in him, even the ones that she had been to scared to tell Kurt or her Dad's. Something about him just made her feel totally at ease, in a way that she had never felt with Finn or Jesse. They ended up watching West Side Story together after he'd sheepishly admitted that he'd never seen it. He'd drawn the line at singing along though, even when she put on the lyrics. Then they'd watched Avatar and he'd gotten all excited and started reciting it word for word and then speaking in Na'vi. Rather than laughing at him like Quinn had, or asking what was wrong with him like Santana had done, she'd asked him to teach her some phrases. He had to admit, he'd underestimated Rachel big time. He'd always thought she was kind of crazy, because that's what his former girlfriends had told him. He hadn't known that she was so smart and funny and nice, and once he found out about her audition for Avatar on Ice ( "I was robbed. I knew I should have dyed my clothes blue") then he had been worshipping at her feet. The idea of having a baby still scared him shitless but he couldn't think of a better person than Rachel to be going through it with.

When he'd left at three ( he did not want to run into her parents) she'd walked him to the door and before he had realised what he was doing he had leant down and kissed her. Much to his surprise she had kissed him back, and when they broke apart she had smiled up at him and told him she would see him tomorrow in Glee.

He'd smiled the whole ride home.