Author's note: Due to popular demand, I've decided to continue this. It'll probably never compete with Protecting Berry, but I do have a few ideas swirling around in my mind for Sam and Rachel. Chapters will be considerably smaller than the first initial chapter, so hopefully the quality will make up for the quantity, lol! They should flow pretty well, time wise, but sometimes there may be unexplained shifts and they're just random/general ideas I decided to add. The first scene in this chapter takes place a few days after the end of the last chapter. (Side note: every time I listen to the song listed below, I picture Sam singing this song.)
Music suggestions: 'Love me love me' by Big Time Rush.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
2-Blame It On The Dysfunctional Relationships
Sam was pretty sure he'd never looked more forward to a glee rehearsal than he did that Friday after Rachel's life changing party.
He was going to ask Rachel Berry out on a date.
He'd broken up with Santana. He'd waited a few days after that epic disaster, just to make sure he was in the clear. He felt, however, that he might explode if he held off any longer taking the next step in making Rachel Berry his.
Once again, nervousness ate away at his insides, manifesting outwardly in his jiggling left foot and twiddling thumbs resting in his lap. Otherwise he appeared uncaring and uninterested from his seat in the back row. Aside from his head jerking up and his eyes shifting to the door every time he heard footsteps entering the room.
What was it about Rachel being nearly late every day this week? At this rate, he was either going to have an ulcer or have some kind of heart attack before he ever even graduated high school.
He'd just draped his right arm over the back of the chair beside him when Rachel strode through the open door into the classroom. The tension running through his body loosened minutely as Rachel ascended the steps and gracefully eased her way over to him. He mentally patted himself on the back for his perfect timing when Rachel took the seat next to him, her body angled towards his. If he wanted, he could reach out and stroke his fingers down her bare arm.
Would she shiver in delight if he did? Like she did last Saturday when he traced his fingertips around the tiny musical notes on her back?
"Hello, Sam." Rachel greeted warmly, smiling at him with a friendly smile.
He decided to not beat around the bush and just dive straight in.
"Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date." Sam asked, adding on clarification just to be sure she knew what he was asking.
"Really?" Rachel asked in return, a mixture of hope and trepidation crossing her features, the smile wavering. "But aren't you dating Santana?"
"You didn't hear? I broke up with her." Sam supplied, a cheerful grin lighting up his face.
"Wow. No offense or anything, but I don't know if I should date a man with that kind of relationship turnover rate." Rachel commented briskly, frowning disapprovingly.
"So you're saying that I should have stayed with Santana for an appropriate amount of time before breaking up with her, even though she makes me miserable and doesn't like my interest in Avatar?" Sam asked, a frown of his own forming. Had he misread all the signals this week?
"Well, no, I wouldn't say that." Rachel said in a placating tone, attempting to backtrack. "It's just, I don't want you to think that because we had...relations that I'm like that all the time. I'm not going to be...a less possessive, less violent, looser version of Santana."
"So you're saying that you think all I want is to get laid, and I think you'd be easier?" Sam asked, perhaps even more insulted. This was not going at all to plan. "No offense, but I've known you for a few months now. If all I wanted was sex, I'd have stayed with Santana."
"Okay, I apologize. You're right." Rachel relented, accepting his cutting words. It'd never been a secret to her that she was difficult to get along with. "I shouldn't have insulted your moral integrity in such a manner. It's just...wouldn't you like to take a break from all the drama? Be single for awhile? I'm on an entirely different level of high maintenance when it comes to being a girlfriend. This conversation being evidence to that."
"Look, Rachel, I get that you're smarter than me and I'm probably not going to understand all the words that come out of your mouth. And I don't want you to be easier than Quinn or Santana, in any sense." His next words were behind his hand and whispered in a barely audible level. "And I don't want you just because you're good in bed." At this, Rachel bit back a smile. "We've both been in relationships that burned us really, really bad. I've been thinking about this, and I think that we could both be good for each other. Not to make anyone jealous or rebound off of, but because all either of us wants is some stability. Along with a little attraction, of course."
"Do you ever talk this much in anyone else's presence?" Rachel asked after he'd finished speaking. "I have to say, I feel very flattered, both by your speech as well as the duration."
Sam smiled a crooked smile of amusement as he leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "So...what do you say?"
"I'd love to." Rachel answered simply, ducking her head to hide her smile.
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"Do you ever think about the Rocky Horror show we put on a few months back?" Rachel asked out of the blue, curled up under Sam's arm on her living room couch.
"Not really. Sometimes I have nightmares about those tight gold shorts." Sam replied, shuddering in remembered fear.
"I know they must have made you very uncomfortable." Rachel said in a complacent tone, patting his chest sympathetically. "But I didn't."
"Didn't what?" Sam asked curiously, looking down at her.
"Have nightmares about you in those shorts. Those tiny, golden, shorts...simply abulous..." Rachel trailed off with a dreamy expression, her voice dropping a few octaves at the end.
An amused smile tugged at Sam's lips but he didn't comment. Rachel then cleared her throat loudly.
"Anyway...I've always wanted to tell you that I was a little disappointed when Mr. Schuester cut the "Touch Me" scene from the final performance. It would have been a wonderful addition to my severely lacking sexually related acting experiences." Rachel said after a moment.
"Truth?" Sam asked. Rachel nodded her head. "I got a boner seeing you in your underwear. I was really looking forward to that scene, too. For the acting experience, of course."
"Oh, of course." Rachel agreed dryly, her tone amused. "I did, however, have bad dreams about having to perform that scene with Mr. Schuester. He is very attractive for someone his age and I did harbor a crush on him for a week or so back in my sophomore year, but the idea of rubbing up on a man ten years my senior singing "Touch Me" is extremely awkward and uncomfortable to consider."
"Wait. You had the hots for Mr. Schu?" Sam asked in a disbelieving tone, pushing Rachel back enough to look into her eyes.
"I was lonely and he had quite a few of my preferred qualities when considering a man to date." Rachel sniffed, raising her nose in the air defensibly. "And he has a very lovely singing voice that can keep up with me vocally."
"What about me? How well do I match up on your list?" Sam asked, uncertainty in his tone. "Hopefully higher than Mr. Schu."
"Way better than Mr. Schuester." Rachel agreed, patting his chest reassuringly. "Definitely at the top of the pack. Everything I ever wanted in a man."
"Good." Sam grumbled, causing Rachel to laugh out loud.
"I was going to ask you," Rachel said, her tone still full of mirth, "Would you still like to act out that scene with me? I have the music on CD in my bedroom."
"All I have to do is stand there and look good, right?" Sam asked in a teasing manner, pulling Rachel to her feet alongside him. She shook her head at his tone but answered affirmatively. "Then sure. I'll let you sing and dance around me while I stand there in my boxer briefs. Let's go."
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So...what'd you think? Most of the chapters will be "T" rated, but a scene here and there might have some suggestive themes that go along with the "M" rating of the first chapter. And this is going to sound like I'm fishing, but if you have any suggestions, I'm always glad to take them into consideration.