Hey guyssss:D This Samchel story takes place in the future and the episode 'Blame it on the alcohol' as flashbacks. Enjoy!

Rachel was cleaning the kitchen while Sam sat at the table reading the newspaper. Rachel stopped as she saw a figure in the corner of her eye. She turned and saw her 17 year old daughter standing by the doorway.

"Shouldn't you be in bed, Sweetie?" Rachel asked as she continued washing dishes.

Heather rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. "Dad, tell mom that I'm 17, I don't have a bedtime. Besides, It's only 11: 33." Heather walked towards the table and sat next to her father.

Rachel smiled and wiped her hands with a towel before sitting down across Heather and next to her husband of 20 years. "What is it that you need?"

"Well, not exactly need. I actually wanted to ask you guys something, and you both have to answer honestly." Heather looked between her parents to see their confused faces.

"What is it?" Sam asked as he turned his full attention to his oldest daughter.

Heather smiled. "How did you guys realize that you truly loved each other? When and where?"

Rachel smiled and Sam looked at his wife adoringly.

Sam took a deep breath. "Well your old enough to know. It all started when…"

Sam's POV.

I took a look around the room and saw everybody doing their own little thing. Tina and Mercedes were laughing their asses off at something Mike said in the corner. I could see Britney on top of the coffee table, stripping and dancing on Artie on the right side of the room. Quinn and Lauren were screaming at Puck angrily, which I couldn't help but feel bad for him, Quinn was pretty scary when she was mad and Lauren wasn't any worse. I looked behind me and saw Rachel leaning on Finn, both sitting at the end of the little wooden stage. I chuckled to myself, it wasn't every day thing to see Rachel Berry all touchy and needy, it was actual pretty amusing. I turn around to see a hysterical Santana in front of me. She kept on saying things about how smart and pretty Quinn is until she pulled me into a kiss and pushed me down on the couch.

We started making out, with her straddling my legs. I wouldn't have done this on Rachel Berry's couch if I wasn't drunk, me knowing how disrespectful it is, but the alcohol swimming through my veins was enough to make me continue, that was until I heard a scream.

"Let's play spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!" Rachel screamed loudly enough to be heard over the blasting music. Santana got up and dragged me to the sloppy circle that was being formed in the middle of the room.

Blaine was the first one to spin the bottle, which happened to land on Britney. They made out for a minute or two before a fuming Kurt pulled them apart.

"I want to go!" Tina said while laughing happily. The bottle landed on Finn, which did not make him, Tina, or Rachel happy. They pecked quickly – which looked really really awkward by the way- and pulled away with embarrassed faces as everybody laughed.

"Your turn, Lady Lips!" Puck practically screamed in my right ear while nudging me in the ribs.

I hesitated before I leaned forward and spun the bottle while everybody was chanting my name. I looked at all the people as the bottle past them. Mike. Mercedes. Finn. Kurt. Quinn. Blaine. Rachel.

I looked at her and I could feel the blush tinting my face already. She smiled brightly and started to crawl over to me.

"Just so you know, I owns that Guppy Face." Santana told Rachel while holding her arm up. I could tell that Rachel completely ignored her.

"I am gonna Rock. Your. World." Rachel said before putting her hand on my collar and pulled me towards her and kissing me once. I felt something I never had before. A spark. I never felt it with Quinn or Santana. What was that feeling? Was it the alcohol? Love? Impossible, I can't be in love with Rachel Berry. I'm drunk. Drunk. Rachel pulled away and had a shocked expression her face, exactly like mine. I looked at her eyes and then back down to her lips before I pulled her head forward and kissed her deeply. Soon enough, we were making out in front of a very pissed Finn and Santana.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, to both our disappointment, pulling me backwards.

"Hey! This isn't a Big Red commercial, No me gusta." Santana pulled me out of the circle and sat me down on the couch next to her. I looked back at the circle and met Rachel's eyes. She blushed slightly before turning back around to watch Mike and Lauren kiss.

I am screwed.

Heather looked at her father shocked.

"Woah woah woah woah! So mom threw a wild party and made out with you in a game of spin the bottle? That's when you knew you loved her?" Heather was completely confused. She thought it would be more…romantic.

"You didn't let him finish. As you know, we were both drunk, so you don't know if it was just the alcohol talking or if it was really true love."

"So you guys just decided it was love?" Heather sounded confused as hell.

It was now Rachel's turn to take a breath. "No, there's more to it. You see…."

Rachel's POV

After we all performed 'Blame it on the Alcohol' for Mr. Shue in the auditorium, we decided that we needed a different song for the assembly. We were in the choir room waiting for Mr. Shue to arrive as we were brainstorming ideas. As best as we could. I couldn't help but blush when Sam sent me a smile before turning back to Puck. I didn't really understand what I felt yesterday when we kissed. It seemed like a spark, but if it was, I would've felt it with Finn. Right? I love Finn, not Sam.

I'm so confused.

I was in the choir room for Free period- like always- practicing my notes. I heard the door open and close and feet shuffling slowly. I thought it was Mr. Shue because every now and then, he would come to pick up some paper work.

I didn't turn around as the steps kept getting louder. "Hello Mr. Shue."

"Sorry, it's Sam." I instantly stop playing the piano and turn around slowly.

"Hi." I mentally slapped myself for not saying anything else. He took a chair and put it across from me before sitting in it.

"Look, I'm just going to go straight to the point. Did you feel anything, anything at all when we kissed Saturday?" He looked kind of anxious as he waited for my answer. Should I tell him the truth? I thought if I should tell him or not and decided to not lie.

"Honestly, yes. I felt…a spark, or a tingle, I really don't know. What about you?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah, yeah I did. And to be honest…it felt great." He said as he looked up at me. I nodded in response to tell him I did also while standing up.

"I'm so confused right now. I thought I was in love with Finn." I paced slowly around the choir room. Sam was sitting in a chair as his head was hanging. Free period was getting closer to an end as we continued to…..be confused.

"I thought I still loved Quinn." He chuckled. He stood up and started making his way toward me.

"Maybe it was because we were both drunk, and we thought it felt like it did…or didn't." I refused to admit that I had feelings for Sam. I still loved Finn. I wanted to love him, but it felt like I was completely over it.

", Maybe it was be-" I was cut off by Sam's lips crashing onto mine. There it was. That feeling we both got at the party, but even better. The spark.

Heather 'Awwed' while Rachel said the end.

"That spark changed my whole life." Sam said as he kisses Rachel, still feeling that little tingle.

"That's so sweet! So you know you're in love for sure, if you feel a spark?" Heather asked.

"Well sometimes yes, but not all love is like that." Rachel said after pulling away from the kiss.

Sam squinted his eyes at Heather. "Wait a minute. Why all of a sudden you're interested in love?"

Heather looked at her mom as she blushed. Rachel and Heather had a very close relationship , so did Sam and Heather, but something about a mother-daughterly bond brought them closer over the years.

Rachel gasped before smiling. "Who is he? Is he cute?"

Heather blushed madly. "Mom!"

Sam put all the pieces together before he attacked his daughter with questions. "What's his name? How old is he? Has he ever committed a crime? Has he pressured you into anything? I'll kill his ass, I have a shot gun!" He stood up at the last part as if he was going to get the gun.

Rachel laughed as Heather face palmed herself. She grabbed his hand, pulling him back down in his chair. "Honey, calm down. Be happy for our daughter." Rachel grabbed her daughters hand while rubbing it.

"How can I be happy? What if that boy steals away my little girl!? I he touches you, I will k-"

"Dad!" Heather screamed as quietly as she could to not wake up her younger siblings. "Don't worry, he is… gentlemanly. He goes to Mckinley and he's 17 also."

Rachel squealed quietly. "Please tell me he is in Glee club. They are always better than those dumb jocks." She winked.

"Hey!" Sam said slightly offended.

"Except for you, you were in fact, the hottest and sweetest guy in school." She smiled before kissing him.

Heather chuckled. "His name is Jacob Puckerman."

Sam and Rachel pulled away quickly when they heard the name. "Jacob what!?"

"Shh! You're going to wake the twins!" She sighed. "His name is Jacob Puckerman."

"His parents wouldn't be Quinn and Noah Puckerman ,perhaps?" Rachel questioned.

"Umm..yeah why?"

"You should invite him over for dinner!" Rachel suggested.

"His parents also." Sam added with a smile. He was happy to know that his daughter found a guy they knew.

"Wait, you just said you were going to kill him, now you're inviting his whole family to dinner?" Heather asked confused once again.

"Well yes, we would love to meet him." Rachel said as she took her husbands hand.

"I'm sure the boy is lovely." Sam said while smiling to his wife.

Heather sighed as she shook her head. "Ok fine, but I'm going to bed, you guys are freaking me out. Goodnight. Love you both." Heather got up and walked out of the kitchen and up to her room.

"Our little girl is finally growing up." Rachel smiled. "I don't know if I should or shouldn't be worried though."

Sam gave her a confused look. "Why would we be worried, we know his parents."

Rachel hesitated before letting out a breath. "Yeah but… what if he's just like his father was back in high school…"

"Where's my shotgun?"

Ok guys! That's the end of the one-shot! Hoped you like it

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