A/N: This chapter was difficult to write :O So much unhappiness... I guess it can only get better from here, right? :D

"Oh my, Sam! What a surprise to see you! What are you doing here?" Kurt greeted Sam, hugging him. Sam returned the hug in a hesitating motion, as he was feeling like he had just seen a ghost of his past.

He must have looked incredibly pale, because Kurt looked at him worriedly.

"Sam are you alright? You look very pale." Kurt said, putting a hand on his friends shoulder. He was completely oblivious to Blaine, who seemed to find the floor incredibly interesting and Sam who was starring at a very impatient Dalton.

"MOMMY!" Dalton yelled a little louder, since no one seemed to respond to him. The little boy was held by Blaine, who seemed to be in shock.

When Rachel heard the voice of her little boy, she sprinted towards the front door, first looking at Sam and then to Blaine. Sam knew. Sam had realized that there was a miniature version of him, who was in fact Rachel's son. He wasn't stupid, so he knew there were not that many realistic options of how Dalton, could look exactly like Sam, when he was Sam's age.

"Hi Baby! How come you guys are back so early?" Rachel asked carefully, taking her son in an embrace, when he freed himself from Blaine's grip. The little boy almost jumped into Rachel's arm, like a powerful little whirlwind. His little arms went around Rachel's neck and gave her tight hug.

"Mommy! Miss you!" He quacked and hugged Rachel closely. Rachel, even though being worried about the current situation, couldn't help herself but smile when she embraced her son. She had missed her baby so much and she was happy to see him. Dalton always made her day better.

"Well, clearly our son missed his mom so much, that he was very persistent of returning home. I guess he can't be longer than two weeks without mommy." Kurt explained laughing. He entered the house past Sam and gave Rachel a hug. He placed a kiss on top of Dalton's head and walked towards the kitchen.

"I am starving Rachel, did you guys eat breakfast already? How come you are here Sam? I thought you are in Lima." Kurt said, looking back at Sam, while pouring himself a cup of coffee. When Sam didn't answer, Kurt looked at him questioningly.

Sam was still frozen with shock, by realizing that he had a child. He was a father. He had a kid. A son. A son with Rachel. How did this happen? Well obviously he knew HOW a child happens, but how could he had a child and not know about it? How could Rachel have not told him about it? Did Rachel know?

"Sam?"

"Yes, Lima. I.. I arrived last week." Sam said, waking up from his almost catatonic state. Rachel couldn't know, right? She would have told him. She wouldn't have done this to him, right? Did Blaine knew? Blaine must know! He asked for a picture... Sam felt flabbergasted, Blaine knew. His best friend knew and he didn't say a word.

Sam was seeking Blaine's gaze, but Blaine was still staring at the ground, almost frozen. This was not supposed to happen. What should he say, what could he say to Sam? What would he say to Kurt?

Rachel felt torn, but ultimately followed Kurt into the kitchen. She put Dalton down and offered both of them some breakfast, which they gladly accepted.

While Kurt and Dalton were happily munching their breakfast, Rachel went back to the front door. Sam and Blaine where still standing there, not sure what to do. When Rachel joined them, Sam's gaze went from Rachel to Blaine. Both were avoiding him.

"Is he...?" Sam whispered, asking the elephant question in the room. No one answered, but they didn't had to. Sam knew the answer by their reaction. Blaine had literally jumped, when Sam had asked. He was trembling and he knew that this was the way Blaine was looking, when he was feeling guilty. Rachel was biting her lower lip - a tell tale sign, that she felt caught.

"You knew." Sam simply stated. He let out a hollow laugh, shook his head and left. He just had to leave. He couldn't be any longer in this house. What was happening - he had a child? How could he have a son? A son of two years? If Rachel would have told him, that she was pregnant with his child three years ago, he would have been at her side in a heartbeat. He would have supported her and he would have been there for her, but this... this situation felt like betrayal. Why would anyone keep THIS from him?

"Sam.. Sam stop!" Rachel finally said, walking after him. He didn't stop. He was walking with fast steps, leaving Rachel far behind. Rachel didn't try to catch up with him, she knew this was not the time. This was not the way it was supposed to happen. Worse, with Sam being aware it was just a question of time until Kurt would knew.

"What are we going to do?" She weakly said, when she re-entered the house.

"I don't know..." Blaine mumbled, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.

After a short moment of recollecting themselves, they put on brave faces and joined Kurt and Dalton in the kitchen.

"You guys alright? Where did Sam go?" Kurt inquired, when he couldn't spot Sam. He was cutting some cucumbers for Dalton, who was happily shoving the food into his mouth.

"Slow down hamster cheek." Rachel smiled at her son, caressing her son's hair softly.

"Sam had to attend to some business. He said bye." Blaine answered his husbands question, taking a seat. He was lying to Kurt - he didn't feel good about lying, but he didn't see any other option.

Hours later Kurt had left to unpack his luggage. Dalton had fallen asleep and was sleeping on Rachel's lap, who gently caressed her son's hair. She was sitting on the couch with Blaine, exchanging deep sighs.

"What are we going to do?" She finally asked, looking at Blaine, hoping that he would have an answer.

"I don't know. To be honest I am glad Sam just left, but he will not leave it at that. I am sure he will be back, wanting answers - and if I am being honest, I understand that." Blaine said. He was playing with his wedding band, turning it around his fingers.

"I feel terrible Blaine. This lying, this isn't us. We don't do that... we can't do that to Kurt. To Sam. It's not fair. I feel like I am living a lie. Every time I look at Kurt I feel so guilty. I can't do that anymore." She was feeling desperate. She loved Kurt like a brother, he was her closest friend, but the past month she had seen him less and less. She didn't feel good in Kurt's company, her guilt dragging her down. With Sam finding out, she knew it was if a pistol was pointed at her. It was just a matter of time until Kurt would find out and he would never forgive them not telling him. He would feel betrayed, hell he had been betrayed and lied too. Rachel valued their friendship so much, but her fear of losing him and Dalton made her risk this valued friendship more than she would ever realize.

"I know. What do you think how I feel? I vowed to Kurt to always be honest to him and now I am lying to him. I am lying about our son and that Dalton is in fact Sam's child. How can we tell Kurt? His whole world would crumble. He would leave me. He would leave us, Rachel. He won't be able to forgive us." Blaine let his face sink in his hands. He felt like crying and screaming at the same time. He felt confused and unsure of what to do. This was not good. In fact this was just terrible.

"It's all my fault. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I sleep with Sam... I am so sorry Blaine." Rachel apologized, feeling tears starting to water her eyes.

"Don't be. Rach, if you hadn't had slept with Sam we wouldn't have conceived our little baby boy. In a twisted and weird sense I am happy you guys had a little encounter, honestly. Could you imagine life without our little sunshine?" Blaine asked, smiling weakly at her. He loved his son, no matter what and yes the situation was terrible, but the silver lining was still that they had Dalton in the first place.

"I can't and I don't want too."

"Kurt will be royally pissed and he has every right to be, but he loves Dalton. I am not sure what will happen with the three of us, but he would never abandon Dalton. He loves him." Blaine knew that Kurt had lost his heart to the little boy, when he was holding him for the first time. Dalton was the innocent party, so he didn't fear for his son. Blaine, however, did fear for his marriage. He feared for their friendship and he never thought, that the ice beneath them could be so thin.

He couldn't imagine how wrong he was.

Blaine had left a couple of hours later, after he had helped Rachel to bring Dalton to bed. Rachel and Blaine had watched the sleeping boy for a moment, before letting out deep sighs.

They didn't know what to do, but they knew they had to do something.

When Blaine had left, Rachel sat down on the couch and had poured herself a glass of wine. She sighed at the sight of the glass.

"Gee Rachel, continue drinking so much wine and you turn into an alcoholic..." She said to herself bitterly. She was typing a text message into her phone - rather she was trying to type the gazillionth text message, she wanted to send to Sam, but none of her tries came close to anything she wanted to say - she could say.

In frustration she threw her phone next to her on the sofa, taking a deep gulp of her wine. She was massaging her temples, when a loud knock on the front door made her jump.

Rachel jumped off the couch and straightened her skirt. She was wondering who was knocking on her door at such an hour. It was a little after 11 pm and neither Blaine nor Kurt would knock at this hour, without texting her first.

When she opened the door, she was surprised. Surprised didn't really cut it, she was more in shock. A surprised shock? Whatever it was, Rachel was torn about what to feel about the person at the front door - however it was someone she needed to talk to.

"Jesse?"

It was an awkward silence between them. They were sitting as far away as possible from each other, on the edge of their chairs in the kitchen.

"I thought you are in Chicago?" Rachel finally said, looking at her husband. He was looking good, much better than he had looked, when he had left. His hair was a little longer - super shiny though, he was wearing a simple white button up shirt and black jeans. He was wearing the black boots she got him last year during a shopping spree in Ohio.

"I was." He replied, looking at her intensely. She was looking back at him, the man she once adored. She did adore him back in high school. She was so smitten with his charm. He was good to her - for a while. He turned out to be an arse, but on some point he got better. He had returned to her life and he was like a glimpse of stardom, like a chance, like a fast track to New York. At least, that's what he seemed to be like. He was the easy way out - of course Rachel did work very hard on her own career, but Jesse did certainly did support it - especially considering that he was the producer of Jane Austen Sings'. Obviously Rachel was - still is - incredibly talented, but knowing the right people never hurt.

Now all she saw in Jesse was the man she had hurt, the man she had failed, the man she had neglected. Yes it was all her, she had been the one who pushed Jesse away - unknowingly - was it though? Was it really unknowingly? Maybe deep down she knew, Jesse was not the love of her life and he would never be the love of his life. Her first love - the one she had called love of her life - he was dead. Finn Hudson. He could never be replaced, she knew that , but it was someone else who helped her repair her broken heart. Unfortunately it wasn't Jesse. Her heart had been mended by one Sam Evans and now the one who was the love of her life, was her son - the product of her and Sam Evans.

"I am sorry Jesse." Rachel finally said. The thoughts in her head were crushing her. She didn't know which area of concern she should tackle first. She had to deal with Sam, she had to deal with Kurt, she had to deal with Jesse and she had to deal with her own heart and feelings.

Jesse was looking at her puzzled. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I am sorry that I have been a terrible wife to you. Jesse, I am sorry that I didn't love you the way you deserved it - still deserve it. I am sorry for excluding you from my family - for not acknowledging you as family in the first place. I wronged you and I am sorry for that. I realize that know." She said sighing. Her heart felt a bit lighter, after telling Jesse. Sam was right when he told her, she wasn't fair towards him. He had understood her, even though he had never observed her relation with Jesse. He just knew her.

Jesse gulped. His head sank and he shared a sad smile with Rachel.

"I see. Wow." Jesse said. "This is a hard bargain. I guess me wanting to try to get back together is not really an option here anymore, is it?"

Rachel shook her head. "No. It wouldn't be fair Jesse."

"Is there someone else?"

"No, why would you ask that Jesse?" Rachel asked, almost feeling offended. She couldn't believe him - what she did was not okay, but she never betrayed him.

"Because I am trying to understand Rachel." Jesse said, standing up. "Look, I love you. I do. I am sorry for what I said and I didn't intend for things to end the way they did. I got something really good going on in Chicago and I think you would like it there. Still, I understand you love New York and Dalton is here, but give us a chance Rachel. I know somewhere deep inside you can start loving me again. We can be happy again. You, Dalton and me. Look I am willing to include your son. Let's start over." He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it affectionately.

"Jesse..." Rachel had to be honest, she did feel a bit flattered over Jesse's change of heart. Still, she knew she wouldn't be able to be happy with him.

"No Rachel, let me finish first. I am willing to adopt Dalton. Let's be a real family, the three of us. I will adopt him, I will be a father to him. Kurt and Blaine will surely understand - they are part of the family too. I am willing to be more attentive, I want this Rachel - I want you." He was cupping her cheek, dragging her up to face him.

Rachel had to admit he was being passionate about his speech. Sadly Rachel knew it was too late for them.

"Rach... please... give us another chance!" Jesse whispered. He cupped her face now with both hands leaning onto her forehead. He was closing his eyes, inhaling her familiar scent. He had realized how much he had missed her, that he indeed loved her more than he could have imagined. His thumbs were softly stroking over her cheeks, trying to pull her closer. Rachel couldn't help herself but lean into Jesse's embrace. After all the stress she felt like this situation wasn't so bad after all - she knew it wasn't right, but in the moment it was a good option to escape the struggles of the moment.

She was about to give in completely and let Jesse kiss her, when a ring on the bell made them jump apart.

Rachel cleared her throat and walked to open the door. Another visitor at this time? She could hear Jesse following her, probably wondering as much as she did who would visit at this time of the evening.

To say she was surprised was the understatement of the evening. She was even more shocked, than when she opened the door for Jesse.

"Sa... Sam?"

"Rachel. Hi." Sam said with a weak smile. When he had stormed off earlier he had felt hurt and confused - he would be lying, if he would say he would feel any different now - but earlier he couldn't deal with this situation. Now he needed answers. He wanted to believe in Rachel, he wanted to believe that she didn't want to lie to him - he really wanted to be able to trust her, but seeing Jesse behind her made him angry. Very angry in fact.

"What is he doing here?" Sam hissed, staring at Jesse.

"This is my house. Rachel is my wife, what do you think I am doing here?" Jesse hissed back, putting a possessive arm around Rachel. Rachel staring at Sam, wanting to talk to him, shoving Jesse's arm away.

"Sam.. I.."

"It's okay Rachel. I can see what is happening here." Sam snapped. Seeing Jesse hurt him more than he thought it would. He was hurt, he was angry - he was jealous.

"Sam, please.. let me explain. Please, let's talk." She pleaded, desperately wanting to explain the situation.

"Let me just ask you one question Rachel, does everyone know? Or did you not share this little secret with your husband?" Sam snarled.

"What is he talking about Rachel?" Jesse asked, confusion spreading over his face.

"Sam.. don't." Rachel simply said. She was near tears - this was not the way this was supposed to happen. It really wasn't.

"I guess she didn't tell you then." Sam concluded.

"Tell me what?"

"Dalton is my son." Sam stated. Speaking it out loud made it even more surreal.

"Excuse me what?" Jesse asked. He was shocked, that was a revelation he did not expect.

"Don't." Rachel simply pleaded. The first tear was rolling down her cheek.

"He is my son, isn't he Rachel? You had my child and you didn't think this information should be shared with me? THE FATHER?" Sam was raising his voice, obviously upset.

"What do you mean by Dalton is your son Sam?" A fourth person meddled into the conversation, that became quite loud during that quiet night on the street in front of Rachel's house.

She couldn't help herself, but sob very loudly. She held her hands in front of her mouth, trying not to break down. She was sobbing. Rachel felt her world crumbling down.

"I am so sorry... Sam... Kurt.."

A/N:

Thank you guys so much for your comments, they always do encourage me a lot :) There is no better motivator, so keep writing :D

NaleyOTH123: Thank you so much :D I absolutely agree with you, Sam and Rachel have incredible chemistry with each other and I absolutely love the fact that Sam is not afraid to be so honest with her. A lot of people around Rachel, always try to sugarcoat everything for her, but Sam is always straight up to her. I agree, she needs that :)

WaterLilyFlower: Thank you :) Well Rachel and Sam are onto a very rocky road.

Amelia: Thank you! Hope you enjoyed the chapter :)

Blamchel: Thank you. I love writing Samchel interaction :D Well if there is some haha :D

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