The one that mattered most

A/N: Thank you so much for your encouraging words! This chapter finally has some well deserved Samchel in it, some surprising guests, who literally were not planned until they kinda wrote themselves into the story and the M Rating works for the latter part of the chapter. If you don't feel like reading anything sexual, please skip the part in italics.

Also this chapter is quite a bit longer, than the first two - which is mainly because Sam still didn't make his debut yet :O

Now without further due, please enjoy. ~Hum

It had been three days since Blaine had confronted Rachel with the picture of Sam; the picture she thought was Daltons. When he had told her, she was speechless. She didn't know what to say or what to think, except that it couldn't be true, or? She and Sam had broken up when she left for New York and since then they hadn't seen each other much. Once, maybe twice.

Rachel had excused herself, needing time for herself. Time to think.

She couldn't wrap her head around this, how could it be that Dalton looked exactly like Sam? Or rather two-year old Sam exactly like Dalton?

Well there was the obvious reason, but they had broken up and she was already married with Jesse, when she decided to be a surrogate. She hadn't been with Sam ever since.

Maybe it was just a really weird mix up and maybe Sam donated sperm and accidentally she was inseminated with his instead of Blaine's or Kurt's?

'Yes, right Rachel... try being realistic and not lunatic...' She thought and grimacing at herself in the mirror.

She sighed and got up to let herself in a hot bath. Luckily Jesse was in Chicago for a couple of days, to supervise the production of Jane Austen Sings, so she was by herself, trying to sort out how she got into this mess.

When the bathtub was filled with hot water and loads of foam, Rachel poured herself a glass of white wine, lit some scented candles and let her bathrobe fall to the ground. She slowly entered the hot water and immediately relaxed.

She closed her eyes for a moment and laid her head back. Rachel was at the end of her wits and she really needed to talk to someone. She couldn't speak to her two closest friends for obvious reasons. She certainly didn't feel comfortable to speak about this with her husband, also for obvious reasons, plus they anyways became more and more estranged lately. So, who could she talk to? Who was there who would understand her, be still kind of no nonsense and still didn't judge her?

There was one obvious choice for Rachel and she sighed, as she knew this wouldn't be a pretty conversation.

She took her phone and speed dialed the one number of the only person in the world, who could give her everything she needed (and probably also everything she certainly didn't want to) hear.

"Well, well, well, if that isn't one Rachel Berry. What's up Berry?" The well known voice of Santana Lopez came through the phone.

"Santana, hi." Rachel replied. For a moment it was quiet and Santana knew right away something was wrong. Rachel and Santana always had a complicated relationship. They hated each other in High School, they became roommates and close friends in New York, they started to despise and hate each other again, after both of them pulled some shit and then they became something like friends again. They had realised they were good for each other, very good friends in fact, however they only worked in small doses with lots of distance between them. They met once or twice a year for a couple of days and that was more than enough for the remainder of the year.

"Spill the beans Rachel, what's wrong?" Santana said, sensing something must be wrong. To be honest, Santana was very surprised when she had gotten Rachel's call, they rarely talked on the phone. When they did something really good or something really bad had happened. She was pretty sure this phone call fell into the latter category.

"I think I screwed up." Rachel admitted . She did, didn't she?

"Well nothing new there. I mean you married Jesse St. Sleezeball, got your son named after a damn school and I never get to see you.. .so yeah. Newsflash Berry, I knew that already." Santana said, having a regular sarcastic voice. Rachel could literally see Santana roll her eyes.

"But seriously Rachel, what happened?" Santana asked more softly, slowly feeling worried about the other girl. She didn't know what was happening or what was wrong with her, but she sounded desperate.

"Dalton he.. Blaine thinks... oh my god Santana what am I going to do?" Rachel felt all the desperation and confusion rushing down on her. It suddenly dawned to her, how much pain she must have caused. What if Kurt would ever find out? What if Blaine and Kurt would never want to see her again? What would Jesse say? What would her parents say? And oh my god, what would Sam say? What would Sam do, if he realized that he had a son?

Rachel felt if someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water onto her head.

"Whoa calm down Rach, take a deep breath. What is wrong with Dalton? And what is happening with Blaine?" Santana tried to calm her friend down. She was sitting on the edge of her sofa with a worried Brittany looking at her.

"Blaine showed me a photo", Rachel began slowly, "and I thought it was Dalton."

"Okay, so what is wrong with that?" Santana replied.

"It wasn't a photo of Dalton, Santana. It was.." Rachel stopped, she couldn't say it. If she said it out loud, it would be as if she admitted it really was the truth and that couldn't be, right? She was Rachel Berry, she was not some major screw up. She was not someone who betrayed her husband, had a child with someone else and gave it away to her best friends, because they thought she was their surrogate mother.

"It was who? Come on Rachel, spill. You are making me nervous here!" Santana said, starting to feel annoyed. She was discussing with herself, if she should just make the four hour drive from Boston to New York and visit her friend. She had a feeling Rachel needed her.

"Santana what am I going to do?" Rachel finally said. She couldn't bring herself to say it was a photo of Sam. She just couldn't.

Santana sighed. She knew this conversation was not going anywhere. Rachel would just keep muttering some nonsense and Santana would get upset with her. One look at Brit, who simply nodded encouragingly told her there was only one solution.

"Listen up Berry, I will be there in four hours."

About five hours later Santana and Brittany had finally reached Rachel's house. The traffic was worse than expected, but they made it.

While Brit was settling into the guest room, Santana and Rachel went to sit in the den and talk.

"So you look like a mess. What is happening?" Santana started, eyeing her friend suspiciously.

"I don't know Santana. Blaine showed me this picture and I thought it was Dalton, but it wasn't him." Rachel sputtered.

"Right, you told me that part already like three times. So who was this picture from? Do you have that picture?" Santana asked.

Rachel nodded slightly and took her phone out to show Santana the picture. Blaine had forwarded the picture to her, demanding answers. Other than texting they hadn't seen or heard of each other much. She had told Kurt that she was feeling sick and probably had the flu, so it would be better if they wouldn't see each other in a while - just to make sure Dalton wouldn't catch anything of course.

Blaine had promised her not to say anything to Kurt for the time being, but he wanted and needed to talk. He, however, accepted that Rachel may needed some time - still he told her they couldn't keep this charade up forever.

"That totally looks like Dalton." Santana said. Seeing the picture really didn't help her at all.

"Oh wow, what a cute picture of Sam!" Brittany exclaimed, suddenly appearing behind Santana.

"Woah what? Sam? Brit why would you think that is Sam?" Santana asked her wife. Part of her thought she must be confused, but the other part of her knew Brit had some kind of genius most people didn't understand - including her sometimes.

"Well, duh. Look it's his green eyes and his lips, they are so soft. Have you ever touched Sam's lips? They are like marshmallows.", Brit said. "Also I have a childhood picture of him!" Brittany took out her phone and looked for one of the pictures she had made at Sam's place once.

"OH MY GOD! Rachel, spill!" Santana demanded, looking from one picture to the other.

"I don't know!" Rachel exclaimed, putting her head into her hands.

"I really don't know Santana. Sam and I broke up, I moved to New York, I married Jesse and I got pregnant five years after I broke up with Sam. There is no way Dalton can be Sam's!"

"Well maybe Sam and you had mind sex and that got you knocked up." Brit said, thinking that would be a very logical explanation.

"Right. Listen Rachel, obviously you must have had sex with trouty mouth on some point, before you decided to become a surrogate for the pretty ponies. So did you see Sam about three years ago?" Santana asked, thinking back herself, if she could remember anything.

"No when would I have seen Sam? Three years ago, I haven't left New York in the last three years! And Sam didn't come to visit!"

"You went to Lord and Lady Tubbingtons third wedding three years ago. You know they got divorced again. Lord Tubbington started a religious cult and Lady Tubbington was really upset. But he told me they are making up again."

"That's right, three years ago you actually seen Trouty - for a wedding even. Puck and Quinn tied the knot, remember? You came alone because Jesse was well I don't know and don't really care where and Ladyface and his husband were on vacation." Santana said. "You and Sam were awfully close, if I remember correctly - not that I kept tabs on you. I probably should have."

It suddenly dawned on Rachel that she was very, very upset when she went to Noah's and Quinn's wedding. Jesse had not been on a business trip, as she had told everyone. She and Jesse had a terrible fight and hadn't talked in three days when she had left to go to Lima. She couldn't remember anymore why they fought, but it had happened unfortunately quite often back then.

Sam was there to cheer her up. Sam had always been there to cheer her up. He always knew what to do to cheer her up. That evening she had wondered, why she had broken things off with Sam, because he was really good to her. Back then she was selfish and to ignorant to see, that he wanted only the best for her. Rachel, however, had broken things off with Sam because he didn't agree with her about going back to Broadway. He wanted her to take her second chance with NYADA. In the end she had done as Sam suggested, but it was too late or maybe just not the right time to mend their differences - or rather their or better her stupid reason to break up.

Hot lips tracing down her delicate neckline. Lips leaving soft butterfly kisses. Hands gently tracing the sides of her beautiful body. His fingers softly moving up her stomach, his lips nibbling her earlobe. Soft moans, aroused gasps, it was like music in his ears. He let out a soft chuckle, before capturing her mouth. Her lips were soft, his were rough. The careful soft movements of their lips, perfect for each other, slowly became more certain, bolder, fiercer, more passionate. Desperate for trying to deepen the kiss he pulled her closer. His tongue tracing her lips, asking for a more intimate connection. Her lips were slightly opening, allowing him to playfully pull her lower lip. Her hands were moving into his hair, trying to pull him closer. Needing him closer. Wanting him closer.

He put his hand on her cheek, stroking her with his thumb, intensifying their kiss even more. It felt like an eternity, when his lips left hers. Gasping for oxygen, their lips found themselves over and over again, not being able to be apart from each other.

She let out a desperate moan, when his lips moved over her shoulder to her chest. He was kissing the tender flesh of her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples, making her moan out of pleasure.

He let out a soft chuckle, proud of himself for still knowing her body so well.

His fingers were wandering over her exposed body, finding their way down to her stomach. They went down to her tights, leaving the feeling of electric jolts, wherever they touched her.

"Sam..." She moaned, needing him, wanting him.

He let out another chuckle and just looked at her for a moment. She was so beautiful to him, her cheeks all flush, her hair a wild mess. She looked at him, confused, aroused and definitely not wanting him to stop what he was doing, when she really wanted him to continue. She was whimpering, her lower lip shivering, from wanting him so much.

He smiled and bent down to kiss her once again.

Suddenly she gasped, her eyes widening from unexpected pleasure and shock. His fingers had found their way between her legs, touching her most sensitive spot.

"Saaam..." Her fingers were clawed herself into his shoulders.

"Yes Rachel?" He whispered, a devilish smile on his face. He stopped with every of his moves, waiting for her response.

She let out a frustrated moan, breathing heavily.

"Sam... stop teasing.." she finally said, trying to pull him closer. Sam just laughed at her, playing with her hair, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"What do you want me to do, babe?" He whispered into her ear, softly biting her earlobe and letting his hand wander back to her waist.

She knew that he was playing a game with her, wanting her to admit that she wanted him, needed him. She felt ashamed for just wanting to shout it out, because she felt so desperate, but she didn't. Her look went down to her blankets, finally whispering: "Make love to me.."

He grabbed her chin, looking at her intensely, smiling and kissing her. He intensified the kiss, putting as much passion and emotion into it, as possible.

He could feel her fingers suddenly clawing his back, her back aching, when he had suddenly, without warning pushed himself inside her. Her legs wrapped themselves around him, trying to pull him deeper, to feel him deeper. They fell into a comfortable rhythm, enjoying themselves.

"Sam..." she sighed, looking at him lovingly. This was so much more than just sex. This was so wrong. Rachel knew this was to intimate to be just meaningless sex between friends. This was not lust, this was romance - this was wrong. She was married, happily - and yet she was lying here with another men between her legs and it felt good, it felt right.

"It was at the wedding", Rachel finally said, flushing while thinking back at that one time, she had slept with Sam. She had tried to forget her little tête-a-tête to Sam, in fact she had buried it so deep in her memory, that she had almost genuinely forgotten about it. Well okay, maybe not forgotten, but you know how denial works, right? When she had gotten pregnant, she hadn't even wasted a thought on Sam, because she knew she was being a surrogated and had been inseminated with the sperm of her two best friends. Unfortunately it had been already too late then, she had already been pregnant with Sam's child.

"We were drunk. I had a fight with Jesse and he comforted me", Rachel continued. She put her hand towards her mouth, realizing the damage she had caused. Realizing the real issues, that were coming ahead. Kurt would hate her, Blaine wouldn't speak to her anymore. She might lose the rights to see Dalton. Was that legal? Would they fight about their child? What would Sam say? Would she have to tell Sam? Rachel didn't know. She felt desperate.