So sorry I took so long to write this chapter, I was just really busy but now I know at least what'll happen in this chapter and kind of the next.
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, okay? Now can we stop talking about it? *sniffle sniffle*
Monday again. Rachel was sitting in the choir room, early as always, when Santana sprinted in and locked the door.
"Santana?" Rachel asked, looking at the distraught ex cheerio.
"Rachel, I need to warn you. You've gotta stay away from Sam, Puck and Finn today."
"Why? I should be able to talk to whoever I want."
Actually, Rachel had been planning to confront Sam, and tell him that she... but no.
Santana was probably right. From what she gathered from Facebook, Puck and Finn were still pretty pissed, and Sam was pissed that they were pissed.
But still, how was she supposed to stay away from the three boys she was faced with almost all day every day? Today she had English (With Sam), math (With Finn), history (With Puck), drama (With all of them) and then glee (With all of them again).
"Listen to me Rache. I know it's irritating to have three guys pining over you like that, but if you go near them it could be seriously bad for their health. Or maybe yours."
Rachel's eyes widened. "Do you honestly think they would hurt me?"
"You haven't seen the way they're walking around the halls. If I were you, I would just skip the rest of the day and head home."
The shorter girl rolled her eyes. "I will not perform such a devious and disrespectful act just because those boys are full of testosterone."
"Are you kidding me? If you think that's bad, try being Puck's first bang. He was so excited I didn't even get to finish for the first ten times we did it."
Rachel hit her friend lightly on the arm for being so crude, and then was overcome with guilt.
I am a horrible best friend! She should be mad at me for not telling her about Sam earlier.
"Listen, San. I'm really sorry about not telling you about my brief time with Sam. It may have been over quickly but you shared your first time with me, albeit very explicitly, but you still trusted me enough and I didn't return the favor."
Santana chuckled at her friend.
"Don't sweat it Rache. That kind of thing is personal. Oh, I was going to ask you this the other night but you were so dreamy I didn't think you would listen. Are you going to tell Sam that you told us the entire story of your 'brief time' with him?" The cheerleader used air quotes and imitated Rachel's apologetic tone.
"You make a good point, Santana. In fact, I might go and converse with him now." Rachel picked up her sheet music and headed for the door.
Santana ran to the door and stood in front of it.
"If my insane-crazy-diva to proper English translation is correct, which scarily enough I think it is, then you're about to go and talk to Sam, and since you're top of the entire school in all your classes, I have to ask you if you've been drinking."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Rachel asked, a confused look on her face.
"With your freakish elephant memory you have to know this. What exact words came out of my mouth after I ran in here and locked the door?"
"Rachel, I need to warn you. You've gotta stay away from Sam, Puck and Finn today." The diva recited.
"Exactly. So did you happen to actually take in those words?" The taller girl sighed and walked over to the piano, then leant against it.
"Obviously I did or I wouldn't have been able to recite them." Rachel unlocked the choir room door. Santana rushed over to her and pressed her lips against her best friends'. The kiss lasted about ten seconds, with a little tongue and Rachel couldn't say she hated it.
"Okay, you're not boozed up. I'm just going to put this down to the fact that you're finally at the stage of craziness where psychiatrists just can't help you anymore."
Rachel laughed and quickly left the room before Santana could stop her again.
As her brown eyes searched the McKinley halls for Sam Evans, the boy of her past, her heart and her dreams, Rachel thought of all the ways that their relationship would work.
So far she had nothing.
Finally she found Sam hiding out in the janitor's closet. His eyes narrowed when he saw her.
"Hey." He said in a low voice.
"Hello. Are you well?" Rachel asked timidly, not daring to look him in the eyes.
"Oh, cut the crap Rachel." Sam spat harshly.
"What crap?" Rachel puffed up her chest and stepped closer towards Sam, attempting to defend herself.
"You told the entire glee club about our relationship?" The boy towered over her.
"I hardly call our brief night together a relationship." She argued in response.
"Whatever. You still told all our personal details to 11 kids who go to the same high school as us, and most of them are gonna gossip about it. Plus, Puck and Finn now want to kill me. And it's your fault!"
"Look, I didn't tell them anything about the actual... intercourse." Rachel mumbled awkwardly. "And Puck and Finn are nothing but two ridiculously immature boys. You have nothing to be scared of."
"I never said I was scared!" Sam argued defensively.
"Alright. You don't have to get into any fights. Especially not over me!"
"Rachel, I need to tell you something important. The day before I was beat up and you found me, I kissed this girl called Hannah. It was a big mistake, because a month ago when Hannah had transferred to our school, McKenna – you remember him, the rough looking wide receiver – had kind of called dibs on her. Seriously, your face! I never did that kind of thing, it was more of a thing for the funny looking tough guys. They would beat up everyone who went for the girl they wanted so she had no choice but to date them. I knew McKenna felt like that about Hannah but I didn't care. I figured I was above him in the food chain but it didn't work like that when it came to fists. I gave up immediately when I heard that he was angry. But, you, Rache."
Sam pulled Rachel in towards him.
"You are worth it. I would fight till the end of forever if I could just hold you this way for even one day. And I know it's stupid and we're young and reckless and we could both get hurt but I can't help feeling that way."
Rachel looked up at him and smiled softly before sighing. Sam never thought practically.
"I have to be the sensible one here, don't I?"
"Don't!" Sam pleaded. "Don't be sensible, just be here, with me!"
"Sam, you know I would but-"
The diva stopped abruptly when she heard Finn's voice outside. She pulled away from Sam and slipped out the door.
Thankfully Finn didn't see her come out, so she tried to act natural, walking towards Finn. She was about to wave when she saw the look on his face.
If looks could kill, Rachel would be stone cold on the ground.
"Finn? Is something wrong?" She approached the tall boy cautiously.
"Yeah, something's wrong. You told me you were saving yourself for marriage on the holidays."
Rachel was surprised smoke wasn't coming out of her ex boyfriend's ears.
"Then we broke up." She pointed out.
"Whatever. You still told me that. You swore you were a virgin but you had already been fucked. What kind of a gold star girl loses it at 14?"
"You have no right to talk to me like that!" Rachel said, backing up a step as Finn slowly edged towards her.
"Like I'm going to listen to a slut." He scoffed.
"Stop it Finn, you're scaring me!"
"Don't worry, Sam will save you, right?" Finn grabbed Rachel's shoulders in his huge hands and shook her a bit. "Or has he left you behind this time? He doesn't care about you the way I do."
"It's over between us." Rachel stated, trying to stay strong.
"No it's not! We're Finn and Rachel, Finchel, we are meant to be together! And I'm not gonna let him get in the way of it!" Finn yelled.
"I don't want to be with you!" Rachel yelled back.
Suddenly, the anger rose up in the tall boy and he drew a hand back to hit the small, scared but defiant girl, to hit some sense into her, and suddenly a furious, strong fist came out of nowhere and knocked Finn to the ground.
That's all folks! Again, sorry it took so long to write, I had major writer's block but I'm back on track now! Yay! I'll give you one clue for next chapter: Major Sam clash... but with who? Puck? Finn? Or someone less obvious?