Author's note: I could not hold myself back from writing this particular chapter. It's based on a dream I had this weekend. I don't really go for blonds, so when I have a dream about one...especially one about Chord Overstreet involving chocolate sauce and whipped cream...I remember it! Let's just say that this chapter wears an "M" rating proudly. Enjoy!
Music suggestions: 'In my head' by Jason Derulo, 'Baby' by Glee Cast.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
3-Blame It On The Dysfunctional Relationships
"I got your text asking me to drop by after practice." Sam stated as he entered Rachel's room, his eyes cast down towards his phone. He reached out with his Converse clad foot to nudge the door shut. "What's..." His question came up short when he pocketed his phone and looked up. "...up?"
Did he mention the reason for his pause? Oh yeah, his girlfriend was laying on a plastic sheet and naked, a few strategically placed dessert toppings the only things covering her.
"It's a surprise. For you." Rachel replied from her place on the bed, her head turning slightly to project a beaming smile his way. "I was hoping you'd get here soon. Before everything started melting."
"Melting?" Sam asked, his question coming out an octave too high.
"Yes, Sam!" Rachel answered in an excited tone, clearly pleased with whatever she was about to tell him. "I remembered that conversation we had about our favorite ice creams on our first date a few weeks back and that Cold Stone was a little too expensive for you to visit lately. So...I took it upon myself to make a trip there yesterday to buy some for you. I bought your favorite toppings separate, for obvious reasons. I thought, "Why not be a little creative?". Besides, I've always wanted to try out the human buffet concept at least once in my life. Why not with you?"
"Wow." Sam uttered in a state of shock, unable to stop staring at Rachel's boobs, each nipple currently topped with a thinly sliced strawberry in a fanned out design, a dot of chocolate sauce, and a circular frame of whipped cream.
His gaze drifted down her body as he crossed the room, closing the distance between them. As he approached, he noticed a line of chocolate sauce stretching out from between her breasts to her navel, ending at an array of thin slices of bananas and strawberries circling her belly button, with her actual belly button filled with a shot of whipped cream.
"Usually, from what I've read, it's best to start from the top and work your way down." Rachel explained primly, absorbing his stare in an unaffected fashion. "But...I didn't know where else to put the ice cream and from what you already know...it's pretty hot down there. Especially with the way you're looking at me right now. So I think maybe you should begin...down there."
Sam's gaze moved past her navel and noticed the strategically positioned scoop of ice cream right at the apex of her legs, of which was already forming rivulets of white, dripping off into the unknown.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Rachel exclaimed, a hand shooting out. "I went to the salon today and had everything down there completely waxed off. So you don't have to worry about any stray hairs being caught in your ice cream."
Sam reached over and behind his head to jerk his shirt up and off before climbing up onto the bed after she finished talking. Eagerly, he moved in to settle between Rachel's legs, Rachel giggling in delight when he nipped playfully at her inner thigh. He'd just taken his first swipe, the taste of cake batter and Rachel's unique taste like heaven in his mouth, when a familiar voice echoed off the walls. A voice that shouldn't be there.
"Sam! Sam, are you listening...?" Mr. Schuester asked, his face swimming into focus as Sam blinked rapidly and turned his face away from Rachel and towards the voice. The daydream suddenly dissolved around the edges.
A flush crept up his neck as he realized that the whole class was staring at him, including Mr. Schu, who was currently standing directly in front of him with a disapproving frown on his face. When his eyes swept over Rachel again, she was staring at him with a mixture of amusement and crossness.
A sheepish expression stole across his features and the flush spread up to his ears, the tops burning a bright red. He'd been having a sexual fantasy about Rachel in the middle of freaking glee rehearsal. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Sorry, Mr. Schu. I didn't sleep much last night. My sister has the flu."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Sam." Mr. Schuester said, an ounce of sympathy entering his countenance and tone. "But please try to pay better attention. And maybe try and get some extra sleep tonight?"
"Sure, Mr. Schu." Sam answered automatically, ducking his gaze towards the floor.
One by one, the stares of his teammates turned away as Mr. Schuester picked back up on his lecture. Rachel's gaze was the last to turn. She knew he wasn't lying, he'd told her about his sister this morning when she texted him good morning before school. He also knew she knew that that wasn't the whole story.
She'd offered to let him stay over in her spare guest room until his sister got better. He even got her dads' approval. And he shouldn't have been as embarrassed as he was if he'd just zoned out for a few. She probably had a pretty clear idea of what had been going on in his head, just not the specifics.
Rachel was really sacrificing a lot, letting him live in such close proximity to her after he'd been exposed to Stacie's germs. He could come down with the flu and pass it on to Rachel. But she cared about him, and wanted to help him out for a couple of days. A girl like that didn't enter your life that often. He was looking forward to repaying her kindness when her dads went out for their weekly date night later that night after practice.
"Hey Sam, don't worry about it. It's cool." Puck stage whispered to Sam, who was seated right next to him. "Rachel has that effect on every man at some point. It's like she can sense when you're weak or something. And when she does...it's like "Bam!". I'll tell you what. Last year when I had strep, I had this really sick fantasy where she..."
"Shut it, Puckerman!" Rachel snapped, spinning around and directing a lethal glare at the boy in question. She then rotated back around in her seat, an apologetic, innocent expression seated on her face at the reappearance of Mr. Schuester's disapproving frown.
Puck leaned in, in a clandestine manner. Sam unconsciously leaned in as well to listen. "Maybe some other time...Gaaaah!" Puck suddenly startled quietly, both boys reflexively recoiling back when Rachel directed a deadly glare and a Jewish cursing gesture over her shoulder.
Puck punched Sam's arm good-naturedly a few moments later, a proud expression lighting up his features. "I taught her that one."
Sam rolled his eyes and tried really hard to take Mr. Schu's advice to heart as he focused in on the lecture.
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So...did you figure out that it was a fantasy before I pointed it out? I was originally going to make it as something that they actually do, but this is the way it decided to play out in my mind. Totally unrelated...while Cold Stone's cake batter ice cream may be pretty f-ing awesome, my personal favorite is their oreo creme filling ice cream. Oh. My. God! I can't get enough of that stuff! But, the cake batter is the flavor my subconscious chose, so there it is, lol! Anyway.