And we're back people! Who wants to know what happens between Rachel and Sam? I do! Even though I know, I can't wait to write it, so here goes...

Disclaimer: Chord Overstreet does not have to keep his shirt off at all times. From this we can gather that I do not own glee. And if they're really so sensitive that if I mention a movie they go mad, I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.

The performance wasn't really the big thing. It was over and done with in a few weeks. I guess it was nerve racking, yeah.

Anyway, it was a few months after the musical. And I know you want to hear about the musical. But really, this is way juicier. And it's the thing that's really important.

My dad's and I lived in a kind of large house I suppose. The back door led out onto an alley. My dad's hated that, but I loved it. It was the quickest way to get home from school.

So there was this weekend where they were away. I was excited, because now I love having a whole house to myself, and back then I wasn't any different. I was walking down the alley and about to turn into the back gate of my house, but up ahead I saw a gang of guys. It almost made go in quicker, until I saw they were beating up some guy.

I dumped my school bag on the ground, and ran over there.

"What are you doing?"

The punching, kicking and hitting stopped.

"I think you better get out of here missy." The tallest boy, who looked like the leader, smirked. "Unless of course, you want to stay..."

His arms boxed me against the wall while the kicking resumed next to me. As he was about to press his filthy mouth to my unwilling lips, I kicked him in the crotch and threw him to the side.

Another of the boys ran up to me, and I punched him square in the stoumach, thankful I hadn't worn skinny jeans. The other boys ran off, and I almost laughed until I remembered they had been beating up someone.

I leant down to see who it was and scared eyes looked up at me through a blond fringe.

Sam.

I was so scared I barely remembered what I was supposed to do.

"Sam, look at me. Can you speak?"

"Yes." His voice was a little raspy but thankfully it looked like they had laid off his throat.

"Where does it hurt?" I helped him up.

"I don't... I can't tell... I'm numb."

We hobbled towards my house and I led him in.

"Do you want me to call someone?"

"My parents are out of town."

"Same. I guess you'll have to stay here."

I sat him on the couch and made some coffee for me and got an ice pack for him.

"Can you tell where it hurts now?"

"They didn't get to do much... thank god you found me in time... it's just my stoumach and a bit of my chest. They had only kicked me a few times... it would have been much worse." His face, legs and arms were intact, and I was so thankful he didn't have any signs of internal bleeding.

He put the ice pack on his chest.

It was a little awkward, so I turned on the TV and we watched Pirates of the Caribbean, the first one.

It was so strange but we sort of... cuddled up to each other. When it was about 1am, I made sure he brushed his teeth as I did.

I never asked him why he was being beat up.

My dads would realise if he slept in their bed and there was no way I was letting him sleep on the couch when he was that tired... so he just slept in my bed.

There came a bang from the left side of Rachel. Puck had nearly snapped off the armrest of Mercedes' couch.

"Puckerman, don't you go busting my furniture cause you haven't agreed to anger management courses yet." Mercedes warned him.

"Sorry." He muttered darkly, not looking apologetic at all.

"Continue. NOW." Tina pleaded.

In the middle of the night, I had a nightmare. I know it sounds stupid... it was just a few flickers of what might have happened if I had been too late. Even a few minutes could make all the difference in the world... or I might not have been able to kick the leader hard enough.

I woke up in shock, and sat up bold in bed, crying hysterically. Sam sat up immediately and I looked at him and then my sobs grew louder, ripping out of my throat at an alarming rate.

I buried my head in his chest. When he wrapped his arms around me, I felt so safe and secure. I wiped away my tears and looked up at him.

I don't know who initiated the kiss but suddenly it was happening and this time there was no way I was stopping it.

"And then?" Brittany burst out red faced, dying to know what happened next.

"Well, y'know..." Rachel looked down uncomfortably.

The entire room was quiet for a moment.

"Get her out of here." Mike warned the girls.

Rachel was suddenly being pulled out of the room and up the stairs, into Mercedes' bedroom.

But she could still hear yelling downstairs.

"Just ignore them. They're mad. Like, batshit crazy." Santana waved them off.

"So, how was it?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Please?" Rachel begged.

"At least tell us what happened the morning after..."

"It was my first time, y'know? I wanted to talk to him about it. But when my dad's came back early, he had to sneak through the back and I never got to say goodbye, because my daddy had been offered an amazing job in Ohio. So we packed up and left and I never saw him again. Until now."

The girls sighed.

For the rest of the night, Rachel listened to the boys shouting, yelling and finally calming down downstairs, and the girls gossiping, giggling and then falling asleep gradually.

But Rachel could not shake the memory of when Sam Evans stayed the night...

I'm sorry! I promise next chapter will be filled with smutty memories... after that I'm not sure where it'll go. It might only be a small story.