Hey bros! I'm back! Wanna say thanks, such quick feedback and nice things to say! I have about a billion emails with 'Story added to Favorites' or 'Review Alert' and it makes me so happy! New chapter, where you'll start to find out a little about Samchel's past... it's very nostalgic and *sniff sniff* heartbreaking! Anyways, enjoy! OH btw people, Quinn, Santana and Brittany aren't cheerios... cause nearly killing Brittany is unforgivable Sue.

Disclaimer: Just go to chapter one ya lazy people!

If Rachel thought that getting through the week would be easy, she was absolutely wrong.

On Tuesday morning Finn and Mike interrogated her. At Tuesday lunch Mercedes and Kurt begged her to tell them the 'hot, juicy gossip'. On Tuesday afternoon Santana and Puck threatened to force feed her chocolate until her voice was sore and croaky if she didn't tell.

On Wednesday morning, Puck and Finn pleaded for information. At Wednesday lunch, Tina and Artie stole her food and wouldn't give it back unless she told them. On Wednesday afternoon, Brittany told her that 'the ducks wanted to know and you're making them sad' in a heartfelt speech with pictures of sad baby ducks, while Quinn actually got down on her knees and begged.

After Thursday morning, when Puck and Finn (Both for the third time) bargained desperately, Rachel wasn't sure she could take too much.

Then, come Thursday lunch, the entire glee club surrounded her and started asking, begging, pleading, grovelling, bargaining, crying, shouting, threatening and whatever else they had tried earlier that week all at once.

"Fine! I'll tell you." Rachel finally gave in. "At Mercedes' sleepover tomorrow."

None of the boys (except Kurt) had been planning to go to that, but now they would paint toenails and watch chick flicks all night long if it meant hearing Rachel's story.

Everyone was impatiently waiting, squirming about in their pyjamas in Mercedes' basement.

Finally Rachel came from the bathroom, with her hair loose and a grey t-shirt with black loose pants on. Very different from what they had imagined she would look like. And believe me, all the boys (Except Kurt), Santana, Brittany and surprisingly Quinn had pictured Rachel in her pyjamas. In fact, mostly she was wearing much less than pyjamas. Sometimes nothing at all.

Moving on from the glee club's fantasies, Rachel came in and sat down on a couch, squeezing in between Santana and Quinn.

"Wow." Santana gaped and Puck gasped at the same time. The t-shirt was almost very low cut, and coming from Rachel it was very daring. Plus, you could almost see the shape of her legs in her pants.

"You should wear them every day." Brittany laughed happily.

"Moving on," Mercedes ushered Rachel, who's left eyebrow had risen up to her hairline. "Tell the story!"

"Alright... but it isn't short, believe me."

"We have all night."

"I was fifteen..."

I lived in California and things were glamorous there. School had just started and everyone was very vibrant and excited, strange for school. Then I realised it was the musical that year. In that school, the musical was very important to everyone there, because most people loved musicals and acting and singing and dancing, one or the other or some, or all.

I remember when I signed up for an audition, I was so scared. I actually never had singing or dancing lessons, I just mucked around in my room. I only took Martial Arts and hip hop at that point, and hip hop was hardly good practise for a musical. This one had actually been written by the best writers in the school, and it was quite good.

I was going for one of the main girls. The two main female parts were twin princess sisters who looked and acted not at all alike. They fought a lot, because Ophelia was proper and Bea was playful and wild. Then Ophelia gets kidnapped and a handsome Prince called Horatio is sent to save her, but in the end Bea does, and when Horatio takes the credit, Bea's best friend Jim steps in and tells the truth. When Horatio is about to be sent away, Ophelia tells the kingdom that she loves Horatio. It was childish, yes but well written.

Faking love was never easy, I knew, but I wanted the part so bad I didn't care. I auditioned and got in for Ophelia.

That day I was so excited. I looked for who was playing Horatio, hoping it wasn't someone too horrible or pervy (There were a lot of perverts in my school). Horatio was Sam Evans.

"Oh my god! Really?"

"Do you think I'd say it if it wasn't true?"

"Sorry."

"Back to the story!"

I had heard of Sam Evans. He was the quarter back on the football team, class president. He had no girlfriend but all the girls crushed on him.

I never really saw the appeal. Until...

"Hey Ophelia." A voice came from behind me. I turned on the spot for some reason, though I had just found out I really was going to be Ophelia. It was Sam, blond hair swooped across his forehead, smirking at me.

"Hi Sam. Is there something you want?" I was as polite as I could be.

He leant in and whispered "You." into my ear.

It was SO sexy. But I kept my cool.

"Either you're joking or being," he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. "highly unprofessional. Sam!"

There were still people in the halls and they were looking. It was really embarrassing, actually. I pushed myself off him.

"Sam, I'm sorry. But I can't. If things got... complicated, then it'd be too hard to act in love... and do the kissing scene."

"Are you sure? It's just practise, right?" His smile was so devious and his voice so low... I could barely refuse. It was erotic and sexy and romantic... but I couldn't.

There were audible disappointed sighs from the girls (And Kurt) and relieved huffs from the boys.

"I'll see you in rehearsals Sam." I told him. His shoulders slumped a little as I turned away but I couldn't go back there. It was a no go zone, a danger land, a minefield! There's a million ways to describe how bad that would be.

In rehearsals, and there were HEAPS of rehearsals, whenever we had to do the kissing scene, Sam would give a small kind of smirk, like an 'I'm getting what I want now and you can't stop it' kind of thing.

It was always so passionate and of course, hot, but I told myself it was just acting, which of course it wasn't. I mean, I could have acted that way, but here I didn't need to.

Like, here was this totally hot guy and a sexy kissing scene. Not too hard to put together for most. But I could see the damage it might have done, so I refused to let myself smile when he cocked an eyebrow at me, or added in some extra cuddling between Ophelia and Horatio, I only smiled sweetly, a fake grin to act like I was happy and turned back to the scene.

One day when we were coming out of a kissing scene rehearsal, Sam waited outside the door. I was the last to leave most rehearsals, because I had to write down notes to myself in the script. So this day, he grabbed me when I was leaving the room and kissed me before I could stop it.

"I was right." He grinned after he pulled back.

"Right about what?"

"Your lips taste like raspberries."

"That's my chap stick."

"It's delicious." Sam stared into my eyes. Then he turned around and walked off into the hall. Without turning back, he repeated "Delicious."

"What happened with the performance?" Mercedes wanted to know.

"I'm getting to that." Rachel said, sipping some raspberry iced tea.

"Continue! I have to know what happens next." Quinn ordered.

"Well, here's where it gets a little murky..."

Oooooh! What's going on? Who knows? I KNOW! But you'll have to wait till next time... which will maybe be next week? I don't know. Anyway, enjoy! Please review and rate.