I am incredibly sorry - i know it has been almost two years, since I last posted.
I couldn't leave this story undone, so I decided to write a final chapter. This chapter is huge as I still had a lot to tell. I am sorry for taking so long to finish this, but I hope you are satisfied with it :)
Enjoy!
It had been a month since the big reveal of Dalton's parentage. Kurt had left New York the next morning and gone home to Burt and Carol. He hadn't said a word and Blaine was freaking out, as he didn't know where Kurt was. When he had received the call from Carol, he had felt relieved. Blaine had explained the situation to her and she had promised Blaine to speak to Kurt.
Rachel and Sam had decided to get 100% sure, if Sam really was Dalton's father and submitted DNA to confirm the parentage (not that anyone doubted this at this point anymore).
Sam had further decided to take on Rachel's offer to get to know Dalton and had since then been spending quite a big deal of time together with Rachel and Dalton. At first it was weird, as Rachel and Sam didn't know how to act around each other, as even though Sam tried to be understanding, he was still hurt. Still, he had decided to be as forgiving as possible and to get along with her. In the end, Sam figured, his feelings for Rachel must have been stronger, than his disappointment and confusion about this situation. He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
As for Dalton it was weird at first with him. The little boy was shy around Sam at first, not knowing what this unknown man wanted from him and why he suddenly spent so much time with him and Rachel. Further Dalton was confused, why he hadn't seen Kurt for such a long time. He clearly missed his Papi and had expressed this several times. Dalton was sensing that something was wrong and started to become very clingy around Blaine and Rachel.
After a month of spending every day with Sam for a couple of hours, Dalton however opened up towards Sam. He started to look forward to the quality time he spent with Sam. Sam was amazing with Dalton, he could spend hours playing with him. Sam didn't mind indulging in Lego building sessions and role playing with those Lego models. He had an amazing imagination, that he used to play with Dalton and his action figures and he was simply terrific in teaching Dalton hilarious impressions of Scooby Doo (which was their favourite TV show, they watched every day).
Rachel loved watching them together and with each second looking at them, she saw more and more similarities between them. When either of them had to sneeze, they both wiggled their nose in the same cute way afterwards. When they had to yawn, they used to stretch and put the back of their right hand in front of their mouth. They both loved sleeping on the back, while putting their right hand underneath their head and scratching their stomach with their left hand (Rachel was able to observe this, when Dalton and Sam had played outside with a ball and had simply passed out in front of the TV). It was adorable.
Today Rachel, Sam and Dalton were planning to go to the zoo together. Surprisingly they both were super excited seeing the penguins, which made Rachel laugh. Seeing them together she knew, they had to be father and son - there was no denial. Dalton was a mini version of Sam.
Even though Rachel enjoyed watching them spending time with each other, she felt bad towards Blaine, who hadn't spent a lot of time with them in this past month. For one he wanted to give Sam the chance to get to know Dalton, without his interference and on the other hand he had tried to get in touch with Kurt, to try and mend things. Kurt had ignored him, as he was clearly still hurt and angry.
Rachel, Sam and Dalton where about to leave, when Blaine met them at the front door.
"Hey guys! Hey buddy!" Blaine greeted them, hugging a very excited Dalton, who ran into his arms.
"DADA!"
"Blaine, good to see you! How are you? How is Kurt?" Rachel asked smiling at him.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about this, Rach. Do you have some time?"
"Dada, we go see penwins! Dada come too?" Dalton said, excitement sparkling in his eyes.
"Yes, why don't you join us Blaine and then we can talk?" Rachel replied.
"Sure, if you don't mind I would love to. Sam, is that okay with you?"
"Of course Blaine, why wouldn't it be?" Sam encouragingly smiled and placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder. They hadn't talked much since this past month, but at the end of the day Blaine was his best friend. He was like a brother to him and was does family do best? Forgive.
When they arrived at the zoo Dalton was very excited and had difficulties to decide where to go first. Of course he wanted to see the penguins, but Rachel reminded him, that the penguin house was in the middle of the zoo and that there were many animals before.
Dalton decided to see the rhinos first, who were close by. Sam was pushing Dalton's stroller, while Blaine and Rachel were falling behind talking.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Rachel asked.
"They really did bond, didn't they?" Blaine asked, looking at Sam, who had taken Dalton out of his stroller and put on his shoulders, so the little boy had a better view on the animals. Blaine had an almost sad smile, when he saw his son putting his little fingers on Sam's head, laughing out of joy.
"They did. Sam is really amazing with Dalton and Dalton... well I think he is absolutely in awe with Sam." Rachel replied. The picture in front of her made her smile. Months back she had always wished Jesse would be like this with Dalton. Seeing Sam being so natural with Dalton and both of them being so affectionate with each other, made her heart jump a little. Sam was amazing. Why hadn't she seen this years ago? Why had she had ever broken up with a man, who was this wonderful with his son? Her heart was flattered. Rachel was wondering, if this was something women felt (maybe maternal instincts?), when seeing men who were being good fathers.
"But Blaine," Rachel started, looking at Blaine and placing a hand on his arm, "don't forget that you are Dalton's dad. He loves you and I know you love him. This will never change!"
Blaine gave her a weak smile and put his hand over hers.
"I really love him, Rach. I don't want to lose my son and I don't want to lose my husband. This is why I have to fly down to Lima and speak to Kurt. I trust you to take care of our son and when I come back I hope we can go back to normal."
"Blaine, I am not sure that is possible. What Kurt said.. I am not sure if I can forgive that." She sighed. This fight with Kurt was terrible, she didn't want to fight with her best friend, but what he had said about Dalton was unforgivable.
"Rach, he was.. he is hurt. Try to understand him too, please."
"I do understand that he is hurt, but he insulted Dalton. What he said.. no I am sorry Blaine, but he crossed the line!" She understood Kurt, she would have understood him insulting her, him yelling at her for her mistakes, but insulting her son? Absolute no-go. She was a mother and if there was something you should never do with a mother, is attacking their children.
"Well I hope you will be able to forgive him eventually. Anyways, Rach - I needed to tell you that I will go to Lima until I sorted out the issues with Kurt. I will talk to Dalton as well, so he understands, why we won't see each other for a bit."
"Do that Blaine. And Blaine, I don't want you to feel left out, okay?"
Blaine hugged Rachel and whispered a "Thank you" in her ear, before walking up to Sam and Dalton. He wanted to spend as much time as possible with his son, before he was leaving in the morning.
Blaine let out a deep sigh. He was anxious of what was laying in front of him and he was miserable for what he was leaving behind - even if it was only temporary or at least he hoped so.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Another sigh left him. When he closed his eyes he would only see the crying face of his very upset son.
Dalton had taken it very hard, when Blaine told him that he would be gone for a while. The little boy just couldn't understand why everyone was leaving and not returning.
Seeing the tears falling down his little eyes broke Blaine's heart. He had scooped up his son and pulled him in a tight hug. The little shoulders were shaking uncontrollable. Blaine placed a soft kiss on his sons head and whispered in his ear. "Hey Buddy, don't be upset. Dada will be back. We can see each other every day on mommy's phone, okay? I promise, I will be back!"
He could see the little boy slightly nodding, but the crying didn't stop.
Blaine remembered he had hugged his son for a while, until he finally passed out being too exhausted from all that crying.
When he had left for the airport it was too early to see his son. Now hours later he had finally arrived in Ohio. It wouldn't be long until he would finally see Kurt. It would be difficult - that was probably quite the understatement. Blaine sighed yet again and took his phone out of his pocket. A quick talk with his son would lift up his spirit a bit and would help him prepare for his confrontation with his husband.
"Blaine! Did you land already?" The cheerful face of Rachel appeared on the little screen of his phone.
"Yes, I am just waiting for my luggage and though I quickly call to speak to Dalton. Is he around?"
"Sure, hold on a second. Dalton, look your dad is on the phone." A close up of a little nose suddenly appeared on the screen, followed by a chuckle of Rachel. "Wait a second baby. Come back here, sit on mommy's lap and then look over there. There is your dad, see?"
"Dada!" "Hey buddy" Blaine smiled at the face of his son, that was looking very concentrated into the screen. "How are you buddy? I miss you!" "Dada come home?" Blaine could see how the little hand of his son tried to grab him. Obviously that didn't work and Blaine could see Daltons face turning into a confused grimace.
"Dad is going to visit Gran Carol and Gramps Burt for a bit. I will be home next week buddy, okay? I will call you before you go to bed tonight, okay?" "Pwomise?" "Promise! Dad's gonna go bud. I will talk to you later. I love you!"
Blaine waved into the screen and smiled when his son and Rachel mimicked his motion. After a quick goodbye from Rachel and Dalton he hung up and made his way to exit the airport (he did pick his suitcase up first, of course).
"Hey Rach - do you want some cocoa?" Sam called from the kitchen, where he was sitting with Dalton. He was just pouring some warm cocoa into Daltons sippy cup and handed it to the two-year old who happily accepted.
"Sure, thanks!" Rachel said, entering the kitchen. She pressed a kiss on Dalton's hair crown and gave Sam a bright smile, when he handed her a cup.
Sam was being almost daily at Rachel's and they all seemed to enjoy it. It was so natural to have Sam walking around the house. Rachel hadn't felt that happy in a while. Sam was caring, Sam was sweet and lovely. He was great with Dalton, who absolutely adored Sam.
"Dalton, it's almost time for bed okay?" Rachel said softly and stroke through her sons blonde locks. The two-year old was not looking to happy and eagerly shook his head. "NO!"
"Hey buddy, how about I read you a bedtime story?" Sam intervened, before Rachel was able to say something. Dalton seemed to think hard about Sam's offer and after a few seconds he nodded in agreement. "Rainbow fishy!" Dalton exclaimed and Sam had to laugh. He had read Dalton the story of the "Rainbow fish" probably about a thousand times and the little boy still wanted to listen to it over and over again. The "Rainbow fish" had been Sam's favourite story as a little boy and he had always thought back about those wonderful times, when his Nana read it to him.
"Sure thing buddy!" Sam replied. Rachel mouthed a silent "thank you" towards Sam.
After they finished their cocoa Rachel gave Dalton a quick bath and made him bed-ready. After a quick talk with Blaine, Rachel tugged Dalton into his bed. She was leaning onto the doorframe and was watching Sam, who was sitting on top of Daltons bed. The little boy was snuggling into Sam's side, who had put his arm onto the little boy and hold him close. Sam was reading the "Rainbow fish" to his son using the best of his impressions, to make the story as entertaining as possible. Dalton was trying to listen attentively, but his eyelids were fluttering heavily as sleep was slowly lulling him in.
Dalton was fast asleep, when Sam finally closed the book. He carefully got up the bed and put the blanket over Dalton. Sam was already walking towards the door, when he suddenly decided to go back to the sleeping child, bend over and place a kiss on his forehead.
"Sweet dreams buddy" Sam whispered.
Rachel's heart melted at the scene in front of her. Seeing Sam and Dalton together made her heart flutter. It was beautiful how close the two of them had become and how much Sam adored Dalton. It made her regret once more, that she had left Sam back then.
She was deep in her thoughts, when Sam suddenly stood in front of her, cupping her cheek. He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb and smiled at her. She leaned into his warm touch, smiling at him. Their eyes met, gazing deep into each other. She felt her heart thumb loudly in her chest. Sam was so close, his lips where just inches away from hers.
She bit her lower lip anxiously. Her gaze falling from his eyes to his lips and back up to his eyes. His head bent down, his forehead pressing against hers.
"Hey..." he whispered softly. His nose nudging hers softly. Rachel felt the electrifying touch of his second hand, slowly stroking up her arm, leaving her in shivers. His hand grabbed her neck, his thumb softly stroking her jawline.
"Sam..." Rachel whispered, her arms moving up to his middle, her body unconsciously moving closer to him. Her lips were quivering, she wanted to feel those soft and luscious lips on her own. She wanted to feel him tugging her lower lips, devouring her.
Her right hand moved up his chest, behind his neck, to pull him closer towards her. She wanted to overcome the small distance between their lips. Their breaths grew heavy full of want and need. His lips were hovering over hers. She could feel her hot breath on her, their lips almost touching. She just wanted to lean in, overcome the distance, when a sudden ring of her phone made them jump. They awkwardly jumped away from each other. Sam cleared his throat. He straightened out his shirt and looked at a flushed Rachel, who moved away from the door and picked up her phone.
"This is Rachel speaking.." she answered, not really paying attention to her phone, but rather eying Sam. Sam quietly closed Dalton's bedroom door and motioned down the stairs. Rachel nodded and followed him downstairs.
"Hello? Who is this?" She asked into the phone, when nobody answered. She was on the middle of the stairs, when she stopped in the middle of her motions.
"Rach, you okay?" Sam asked, when he realized that Rachel seemed to freeze.
On the other side of the phone, a heavy sigh was followed by: "Rachel.. it's me. It's Kurt."
"Kurt." Rachel repeated sharply.
Sam was looking at Rachel alerted from the bottom of the stairs. He raised his eyebrow questioningly. After her initial shock of Kurt calling, Rachel walked down the rest of the stairs, grabbing Sam's bicep in support. He led her to the living room, where they both sat down on the sofa.
"Rachel.. I am sorry." Kurt began. Rachel could hear the heaviness and guilt in his voice. She knew he was being sincere. She had missed listening to his voice. She had missed her best friend, but she was still hurt. She was hurt in behalf of her child and sorry just didn't cut it.
"Rachel I was out of line, I realize that now. I am sorry for lashing out to the most innocent person... Dalton didn't.. he doesn't deserve that. I know sorry doesn't cut it, but I want you to know that I am." Kurt said. She could see him in front of her inner eye, that he was closing his eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling relieved about getting a heavy load of his chest.
"Listen Rach.. I just want you to know, I regret what I did, but I still am not sure how to handle this situation." Kurt paused, as if he was trying to sort his feelings.
Rachel's initial anger had faded. When Blaine left a couple of days ago she was still very much upset with Kurt, but hearing his voice, hearing him apologizing the anger, the hurt was only half as bad. She realized, Kurt leaving, leaving this situation so unsolved, hurt her equally, as what he had said. She had missed him so much, she needed her best friend. She needed the one person, she was always able to pour her heart to.
"Kurt..." Rachel began, but got interrupted by Kurt. "Rach.. please just listen. I just need to get this all of my chest." She stopped talking immediately, but listening to Kurt's tone made her feel uneasy. Sam must have realized that, because he took her hand into hers, softly stroking it and calming her down. She squeezed his hand gratefully and gave him a weak smile.
"Rach I need you to know, I love you. You are my family and I care for you. I care for Dalton, but I am still confused over everything. I am not sure, how to deal with this situation. I know I crossed the line and I hope you will find it in yourself to forgive me one day. I cherish our friendship. I need you to know however, that I am not sure how to deal with the situation with Dalton. I will be honest with you, I am hurt, I am confused and I feel alienated. I don't know how to change my feelings and I can't tell you, if my feelings will change. I do know, that I cannot be in New York at the moment. I need time for myself. I talked to Blaine and I told him the same. I need time to clear my thoughts. I decided to take a trip - alone. I don't know how long I will be gone or where I am going, but I know I need to do this. To find myself again. This is a healing process. I need time to process.. my relationship with Blaine - or rather my marriage with him. Dalton.. Sam... you... it's a lot to handle and take in. I hope you can understand and eventually forgive me." Silence. There was a heavy silence on both sides. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Rachel said: "I am sorry too."
It was enough for both sides. They knew they were far from okay and there was still a lot to talk about, but this was a start. They knew they would heal. It might take a lot of time, but they were on the road of recovery.
When Rachel hung up, Sam eyed her curiously.
"Everything okay, Rach?"
"That was Kurt..." She said softly, looking at her hand, that was still intertwined with Sam's. "He apologized.."
"That's a good thing right? I mean I know what he said wasn't okay, but you know how he can be. I am sure he didn't mean it. He misses you and Dalton." Sam encouragingly squeezed Rachel's hand.
"I don't know Sam... I honestly don't know. I am glad he called and apologized, but there is still a lot to talk about.. but yes... it's a step in the right direction. He is not coming back though.. at least not yet."
"What do you mean he is not coming back?"
"He is going on a trip by himself. He said he wasn't sure when he would be coming back and where he would be going. Hopefully he will be okay." Rachel let out a heavy sigh and scooted closer to Sam. She put her forehead against Sam's shoulder, craving his warmth and comfort. He put his arm around her, pulling her closer in to his comforting embrace. His chin was resting on her head, his arm softly rubbing her back.
"He will be fine. But what about Blaine? Is he going with Kurt?"
"No, Kurt is going by himself. I assume Blaine will come home soon... I hope they will be alright. I was.. am... I am still upset with Kurt and will take some time until I can completely forgive him, but I hope he and Blaine will sort everything out. I can't be responsible for my best friends getting a divorce.." She was clearly upset. Yes Kurt had crossed a line with his hurtful words, but she had messed up first... if she had never slept with Sam this mess would have never happened. On the other hand, Dalton would have never existed and she couldn't and didn't want to imagine a life without her little prince.
Rachel took a deep breath, inhaling Sam's scent - a mixture of wood and musk - the smell of home. After speaking to Kurt she felt like a heavy weight had been taken off her shoulders, she felt how the stress, the fear and anger of the last couple of weeks finally took her toll. She was exhausted. In Sam's arms she felt so safe and peaceful, that she closed her eyes and sleep overcame her within seconds.
It was Friday morning when Blaine finally returned from Lima, Ohio. He had been gone for a week and he looked exhausted, worn out. His shoulder hung low, he had deep, dark circles and heavy bags underneath his eyes. Rachel knew he had cried, so all she did, when he was standing in front of her door, was opening her arms. He practically threw herself into her arms, hugging her so tightly, as if his life depended on it. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, letting the tears flow.
They didn't have to speak. She understood Blaine without words. She drew soothing circles on his backs and held him for what felt like an eternity.
"He left..." Blaine finally whispered.
"I know. I am so sorry Blaine", she replied, pressing a kiss on his ear. She felt responsible for her friends loss. Her heart broke seeing Blaine like this. She knew Blaine and Kurt had had so many ups and downs, but they always managed to overcome them. She hoped, they would overcome this as well.
"Rach what am I going to do without him? What am I going to do, if he is not coming back?" Heartbroken.. how many times could a person survive a heartbreak until it was shattered in so many pieces, that nothing could put it back together? Rachel wondered. No, she shouldn't wonder about this. Of course Kurt would come back. Kurt and Blaine would always come back to each other. They were meant to be with each other.
"He will come back. He needs time, but he will be back. He can't live without you Blaine. You guys love each other !" Rachel said encouragingly, hugging her friend closer.
"I hope you are right..." Blaine replied. He stepped out of Rachel's embrace and wiped the tears from his face. "Thank you for being here!" He finally said and placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Always." She simply replied with a smile.
Blaine closed the door behind him and followed Rachel into the kitchen, where she made them some tea.
"Where is Dalton?" Blaine asked curiously, as he realized that he neither seen nor heard his whirlwind of a son.
"He is taking a nap upstairs, but I should wake him up, otherwise he won't be able to sleep tonight", Rachel replied, handing Blaine a cup of tea. She motioned Blaine to follow her and went upstairs into Dalton's bedroom. The picture before her was heart-warming.
Sam and Dalton were passed out on the bed. Dalton was closely snuggled into Sam's site, who had a protective arm around the little boy. They both had their left arm thrown over their faces, covering their eyes. Their left legs were slightly angled - they looked adorable.
"They have the same sleeping habits.." Blaine whispered and chuckled quietly.
"Yes.. they are so similar." Rachel confirmed. In the past weeks she was able to observe more and more similarities between father and son. It was adorable.
"Hey Rach... would you mind, if I would take Dalton for the weekend? I would like to spend some quality time with him. Just him and me, if you don't mind." Blaine asked carefully. He had missed his son and he had the uneasy feeling, that he might not have the chance to spend as much time with Dalton, as he would like to.
"Of course! He would love that. He missed you terribly!" She smiled at Blaine. She cherished the scene in front of her a moment longer, until she walked over to the sleeping pair to softly wake them up.
"Baby... wake up... look who is back..." she said softly. She put a knee on the bed, close to Sam to reach her son's shoulder. She stroke his arm and could see, how her son was slowly waking up. He was grimacing, like he was fighting to wake up and just continue to sleep. She giggled at his attempt to ignore her. Suddenly an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her down to the bed. It was Sam who had also slowly waken up und pulled her to his chest.
"Shh... Rach... let's sleep a little longer..." her mumbled. "Sammy... you have to wake up too. Come on you guys! Dalton baby, dad is home!" She said, pushing herself off the bed and Sam's chest (even though rather unwillingly).
"Hey buddy..." Blaine chimed in, approaching the other side of the bed. "Dada...?" Dalton mumbled groggily, trying to slowly open his eyes. The second he realized his dad was standing next to him, the little boy was fully awake and throwing himself towards his father.
"DADA! Dada is home!" Blaine laughed happily when his son threw himself into his arms. His spirits were instantly lifted and Blaine felt a lot better. "Hey my little monkey, I missed you too!" He laughed and pulled his son close. His baby boy still loved him. He didn't forget about him, after spending so much time with his real father. Blaine felt relieved.
"I miss dada too!" Dalton replied. His little eyes were sparkling full of glee. Rachel and Sam, who had also woken up and gotten out of bed, were observing the scene. They were happy seeing this little reunion.
"Baby, would you like to sleep over at your dads? He wants to spend the whole weekend just with you", Rachel said to her son. Daltons face lifted up in to a huge smile and he nodded encouragingly. "Yes! Papi too?" He asked hopefully. "No buddy, just you and me. Is that okay?" Blaine asked, his heart feeling heavy - his son missed his Papi as much as Blaine missed him.
Dalton looked a little disappointed with the answer, but nodded shortly after. He was happy, that his dad came back and wanted to spend time with him. His little heart couldn't bear anymore loss, so Blaine's return had a very positive impact on him.
Rachel changed Daltons clothes, while Blaine and Sam catched up. The four of them decided to have dinner together to talk some more, before the parted ways.
Blaine and Dalton left to their house next door, leaving Rachel and Sam cleaning up the kitchen.
"Hey Rach.." Sam started, drying off a plate. "Hm?" She hummed, looking at him.
"Let's go out." "Go out? Like friends that go to a bar?" She asked. Going out would be nice. She hadn't had the chance to mingle with other adults, since Dalton was staying with her for the past weeks. It was weird, before her world came crushing down, she used to go out frequently - either with friends or with Jesse. She hadn't missed it in particular, but she wouldn't mind either.
"Sure let's go to a bar, let's have a drink and just enjoy ourselves." Sam replied.
"Can I change first?" She asked, looking down at herself. These past weeks she had changed her high heels for flats and her skirts for comfy jeans. Today she was not even wearing jeans, but leggings and a comfy sweater - certainly not an outfit for a bar.
"You look beautiful the way you are, but sure you can", Sam said, winking at her. Rachel slightly blushed.
"Thanks.. I will be back in a sec!" Rachel jogged to her walking closet, that was located in the master bedroom. She quickly changed into a black pair of tight leather jeans and a black see-through blouse. Underneath she wore a lacy bralette, that hugged her curves in all the right places. The outfit was racy, but not revealing. She put on a pair of black stilettos, put on some golden accessories and freshened up her makeup. As a final touch up she applied a coat of dark red lipstick.
When she walked down the stairs to meet Sam, his jaw literally dropped. She looked absolutely stunning.
"Wow - you look gorgeous!" He complimented and she really did. She shyly smiled at him. "Thanks. Shall we go?"
Sam nodded, grabbed her coat and helped her putting it on.
They ended up in a fancy bar downtown. The place was packed with people enjoying themselves. It wasn't Sam's style, but he only had eyes for Rachel, hence he didn't care where they went, as long as they were together.
He had gotten them drinks, which they enjoyed at the bar talking. After some time Rachel had jumped off her bar stool and pulled Sam on to the dance floor.
That is where they had been the last hour - dancing.
It had started absolutely innocently - two friends enjoying themselves. They were dancing to the beats of a Bruno Mars song moving to the beats of the song. With time however they moved closer towards each other, touching each other.
Sam was embracing her from behind, moving to the rhythm of a song - which one he couldn't say. It was a slow beat. His left hand rested on her belly, while his right was on her hip. She leaned into his embrace, feeling his broad chest. Her right arm was sneaked into his neck, her left on top of his arm. Their hand intertwined. His lips were brushing her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. Their hips were moving with the rhythm, grinding against each other.
Rachel felt hot. She had goose bumps and wherever Sam touched her, she felt like her skin was on fire. She felt his lips moving down her neck, plastering her with soft kisses. A soft moan escaped her lips. She wanted him. She needed him. Her whole body was screaming for him to touch her. And Sam must have noticed it. He turned her around in his arms, so that they would face each other. His hands both moved up to her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands. His forehead was resting against hers, his eyes gazing into hers longingly. She could feel his breath on her face. His thumbs stroking her cheeks, pulling her closer. And finally, finally he captured her lips with his. His kiss was soft at first. Sweetly touching her lips, loving the feeling of the softness of her mouth. But kissing her innocently wasn't enough. He wanted more, he wanted all of her. He pulled at her lower lip, intensifying their contact.
His right arm moved downwards to her middle, pulling her closer into him. They stopped their dancing, just standing close into each other's embrace, kissing each other passionately.
Sam kissed her hungrily. He wanted Rachel to feel how much he wanted her. He deepened their kiss, pulling her even closer. She melted against him, her fingers weaving through his blonde hair. Her heart was hammering against her chest, her whole body felt like it was on flames. Sam kissed Rachel, like she had never been kissed before. It felt so intense, so passionately, so full of lust.
It felt like an eternity until their lips finally parted to catch a breath of oxygen. Sam searched for Rachel's eyes, to get some confirmation, that that what he was doing was okay. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When she touched his cheek and tiptoed to whisper in his ear, he knew the answer.
"Take me home and show me how much you want me..."
He had never in his life had left a club that fast and hauled a cab. All the way to his apartment he was unable to leave his fingers of her. The feeling was mutual.
They staggered into his apartment, lips locked, not really taking notice of the area. Sam fumbled with the door lock, while pressing Rachel against the door, devouring her lips. When he finally managed to unlock the door, they staggered inside, shutting the door close with a kick.
They stumbled towards the queen-sized bed , that was located in the corner of the one-bedroom apartment.
Rachel pushed Sam's heavy leather jacket from his broad shoulders and heard it land on the floor with a loud thumb. On the way to the bed she lost her coat, as well as her stilettos. More and more pieces of clothing got lost on the way, leaving Rachel only in her leather pants and bralette, when she landed on the soft mattress of Sam's bed. Sam was hovering over her, his arms resting on the mattress, his lips locked with hers. She pulled him closer towards him, having the need to feel him. His hands were sneaking up the bare skin of her stomach, leaving a trace of electrifying touches. She was shaking, moving towards his touch.
What Sam was able to do with her, with a simple touch was nothing another man had ever been able to do. Every touch was like a little explosion of lust. She knew. Rachel knew. She loved this man with all of her heart. She always had and she always would.
"Rach... you sure?" He whispered in between kisses, not wanting to stop to ever touch her again. His lips left hers and moved to her neck. Lovingly he kissed her neck, sucking on it, marking her as his.
She moaned in pleasure, wanting to feel him even more intensely.
"Don't stop.." she whimpered. Her hands moved underneath his shirt, feeling his abs. He had always been well defined, but damn - he had a very good physique. She pushed his shirt up, forcing him to let go of her, so he could pull the disturbing piece of fabric over his head. Sam was kneeling over her, letting her enjoy the view of his shirtless chest. Her hand sneaked up his six pack, getting herself into a sitting position, so that she could put her arms around his neck.
She was kissing his jawline, when she felt his hands moving up her back to the clasp of her bralette. He opened the clasp and removed the black piece of racy lace.
He took a moment to enjoy the view of her glorious, perky breasts, before pulling her back into a long and deep kiss. His lips moved in a determining way. When he let go of her lips, she felt disappointed, not wanting to miss him for a second.
"You are beautiful Rachel." Sam said, before pushing her back into the sheets. His right hand moved to her breast, caressing it. His lips went back to work, finding her neck and working his way down to her left breast. A loud moan escaped Rachel's lip when Sam licked her nipple. It was a forceful strike with his tongue, that surprised her and let a wave of passion crash over her. His right hand was massaging her breast, the thumb playing with her nipple.
His tongue circling the other, leaving the sensitive nub hard. Sam's mouth let go of her breast and wandered further down her stomach until he reached the top of her leather pants. With quick fingers he opened the button and pulled down the zipper. Rachel slightly pushed her hips up, to allow Sam to pull down the tight leather pants. Underneath a pair of lace panties covered her core. It wasn't long until Sam took of his pants and pulled Rachel's right leg up to his hip. She automatically wrapped her legs around his middle, pulling him closer. She could feel his hardness against her core. She shivered. He captured her lips again, grinding his hips against hers. "Sa.. Sam.." she moaned against his mouth. "Yes Rach?" He asked, nibbling the lobe of her ear. "What do you want me to do babe?" He breathed into her ear. "You.. I want.. i want you Sam... all of you" she whispered, using the heels of her feet to pull down his boxers. Sam left out a slight chuckle and pulled down the rest of his underwear. He grabbed Rachel and pulled her up. He turned them, so that she was now straddling his hips. His hands found her hips and pulled down her panties.
It was a concert of moans and whimpers, when Sam finally entered Rachel. He was slow and careful at first. Their last encounter was laying back so many years, that he was afraid of hurting her.
When he entered her, he kept still, giving her time to adjust to the length and girth of his member. It wasn't until she slowly started bucking her hips, that he moved against her.
He was holding her close, his right hand closely moving down the small of her back all the way down to her beautiful behind. He cupped one of the cheeks intensifying the feeling she already had.
"Sam... Sam... Sam.." Rachel chanted grabbing him, like he was a rock in the water, she was drowning in. She loved this man and she never wanted to let him go anymore.
His lips found hers again, devouring her. He carefully pushed her back into the sheets, her legs wrapping around him. She could feel him deep inside. He pushed into her, retreated completely leaving her empty, just to push into her again and again. He repeated the movement a couple of times and sped up the movements. She could feel him becoming sloppier, as closer he came to his climax. He could feel her tight walls clenching around him, making him feel everything more and more intense.
"Come for me baby!" Sam moaned into her ear. And that she did. She came hard and loud. With a loud moan she felt the orgasm jolt through her body, leading Sam to follow her closely after.
They were breathing heavily, when Sam rolled off her. He pulled her in his arms kissing her forehead.
"I wanted to do that for a while" Sam sheepishly admitted, lovingly stroking her arm. Rachel smiled into Sam's chest before answering: "Me too." Sam chuckled happily.
Rachel snuggled herself into Sam's chest. She sighed happily and content and she knew she would never want to miss this man in her life anymore.
"Sam..."
"Hm..?" he mumbled into her hair, closing his eyes.
"I am glad you came back to me..." She whispered, drifting into sleep.
"Me too. I'll always come back to you... I love you.." he replied, but she hadn't heard him, as she was already fast asleep. Sam simply hugged her tighter, wrapped a blanket around them and fell asleep himself.
Bright sunrays tickled her awake. She felt warm and content, she felt good. She hadn't had such a good night sleep in a long time. She could feel a heavy arm around her middle, that was keeping her close to the body behind her. She could feel his chest rise and fall evenly, telling her that he was still fast asleep. He was spooning her, his even breath nuzzling her neck.
Rachel smiled at the thought of the previous night. It had felt right. Sam had made love to her and it was perfect. She shifted in his arms, leaning closer into his chest. She felt his grip tightening, his fingertips stroking her lower abdomen. She felt "him" waking up.
She moved her hand above Sam's, that was resting on her lower abdomen. She stroked his hand, while starting to slowly rock her hips against his. She could feel his hand moving against her stomach, pressing her closer to him.
"Good morning..." he mumbled in to her ear, before effortlessly slipping into her. She moaned when she felt him entering her. Her hand moved to his neck and she turned the upper half of her body towards him, so she could capture his lips.
"Morning.." she mumbled towards his mouth, enjoying the slow and lazy rhythm of their hips . Sam smiled into her kiss. His hand moved from her lower abdomen to her breast, cupping it. His lips leaving hers, moving to her ear, softly nibbling it. She turned her body back, pressing half of her top against the mattress. She was trying to pull him closer towards her, pulling him almost on top of her, just to intensify the friction. He bucked his hips, turning his lazy strokes into deeper and stronger pushes. Her soft moans turned into silent cries. She could feel his mouth moving to her neck kissing it, biting it.
Pushing into her a couple more times, she came hard and sudden. He followed her a few strokes later, filling her deep inside with his warm seed. He stayed inside of her, pulling her even closer towards him.
"I could get used to getting up like this..."
She softly chuckled at his comment. He kissed her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.
They were enjoying each other silently for a while, until Sam finally pulled out of her. She whimpered a bit at the loss of him. He got up and stretched, while Rachel was watching him in all his naked glory.
"Like what you see?" He asked cheekily, winking at her.
"Very much", she replied, licking her lips. He grinned, bend over to her and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"I will hop into the shower and get us some breakfast okay? They have those amazing scones at this place around the corner", he said walking towards the bathroom. She could hear him turn on the water.
Rachel smiled and lay back into Sam's bed. It smelled like him. She closed her eyes and stretched. She felt amazing, satisfied.
While Sam was in the shower, Rachel hopped out of bed. She walked to Sam's closet, opened it and pulled out one of his button up shirts. She pressed it to her chest and inhaled his scent before ultimately pulling it over head to put it on. It clung loosely on her petite figure, reaching all the way down to her hips. She willowed the arms up to her elbows and looked into the mirror in front of her. She totally had sex hair. It was all messy and while she was inclined to comb her fingers through it, to make it look more even and clean, she decided against it.
She wandered around his one-bedroom apartment. It was small but comfy. He a small kitchenette on the right side of the room. He had a television hung across of his bed and a desk with a computer on the right. There wasn't much more in the small space. It wasn't much, but it was enough to be okay with. She figured he had left most of his belongings in Lima, as he was only temporary in the city. It suddenly dawned to her - Sam was only going to stay for a year. He would be gone. There time was limited - once again. Next year around this time Sam wouldn't be here anymore. She didn't want to think about losing him again - not yet at least. That would be an issue, she would think about another time.
Rachel sighed. She took the couple steps towards Sam's kitchenette, found the coffeemaker and put it on. Coffee - that is what she needed now. She was lost in thoughts, looking at the coffeemaker, how the dark drops evenly fell into the glass pot. She didn't hear Sam walking over to her. Jeans sitting low on his hips, little droplet of water rolling down his chest. His hair was towel dried, said towel hanging around his shoulders.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing a kiss on her neck.
"You look so sexy in my shirt.. maybe I should just throw you over my shoulder and take you right back to bed instead of getting breakfast." "Maybe you should", Rachel replied cheekily, turning in his embrace to wrap her arms around his neck. She kissed him tenderly and smiled at him. "Woman don't tease me!" Sam groaned nipping her lips playfully. She laughed into his mouth and shoved him lightly. "Get me some food Mister!" "Yes, mam!" Sam mock-saluted, stole one last kiss and grabbed a t-shirt. He grabbed his leather jacket from the ground, where they had carelessly left it the night before, checked for his wallet and left to get some breakfast.
Sam and Rachel spent a blissful weekend together, which mostly meant staying in bed, having sex and simply enjoying each other's company. They had stayed at Sam's place until the light afternoon of Sunday, when Rachel had to leave to her place. Sam didn't want her to go, but he knew she had to go home and see her son. She had put on back her leather pants and was looking for her shoes, when Sam hold up her bralette. She was not wearing her blouse again, but rather decided to wear one of Sam's shirts.
"Don't you want to take this home, babe?" He asked, winking at her. She slightly blushed and took the piece of lace from him. He laughed at her expression and captured her in his arms. "I will miss you!" He said and kissed her.
"Why don't you come with me? Stay at my place. You are there anyways almost every day and Dalton will be excited to see you." She said, stroking his cheek lovingly.
"You sure, you don't mind?" He asked.
"Of course not. I want you there, with me. With us." She said. "Also, you haven't seen Blaine in a while, did you? You are his best friend, stay, talk, catch up and afterwards come to me." He smiled at her and nodded.
"If you insist", he said laughingly and grabbed a bag to throw in some clothes.
When they both were ready, they walked towards the subway. While walking next to each other, he grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. She beamed at him brightly.
It felt so good being with Sam, so right.
When they arrived at Rachel's house, they quickly dropped Sam's bag and then walked to Blaine's. Shortly after they rang the bell Blaine opened it, Dalton in his arms.
"Mummy! Sammy!" Dalton brightly exclaimed, his little arms reaching out towards Rachel.
"Hi baby!" Rachel replied, embracing her son and kissing him softly. "Did you enjoy your weekend with dad?" She asked and the little prince nodded encouragingly. "Hey Rach, hey Sam!" Blaine greeted and waved them inside. "Hi buddy! Blaine, good to see you!" Sam said, when he entered the house.
They settled in the spacious living room. The little whirlwind excitingly babbling about his exciting weekend with Blaine. He clearly enjoyed his time with his dad and Rachel could see, that Dalton needed this. He needed his dad and he would need his papi too.
"Did you hear something from Kurt?" Sam asked, putting a hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine shook his head in defeat ."No. He didn't call."
"I am sorry man. You guys will be alright, I am sure!" Sam replied, squeezing his friends shoulder. "I hope you are right."
They stayed and talked for a while. They had dinner together and finally Rachel decided to bring her son into bed. He would stay at her place, so she scooped him into his arms and walked over to her house. Blaine had kissed her and Dalton goodbye. Sam decided to stay a little while longer with Blaine. He knew his friend needed to talk.
"So tell me, what is going on between the two of you`" Blaine asked.
"I love her", Sam replied honestly. Blaine smiled knowingly. "That is more than obvious Sam. The way you look at her. They way you have always looked at her.. only a fool wouldn't see what you are feeling for her."
"You knew?" "Of course I did, you are my best friend. Since high school you were pining for her. You waited through her relationships with Finn, with Brody, with Jesse - you helped her repair her heart, after Finn's passing. You loved her for such a long time. I can see it every time you look at her. You deserve to be happy."
"I am." Sam said honestly. "She stayed the weekend at my place. We danced, we laughed. We kissed. We had sex. Lots of it." He grinned to himself and Blaine mirrored his smile.
"I am happy for you Sam - but TMI! Seriously too much information."
The friends laughed, enjoying the lightness between them. Blaine was happy for them and it was good hearing some positive developments.
"Sorry man. But she is truly amazing." "Yes she is. She is unique, that Rachel Berry. And Dalton of course."
"He is. I love that little munchkin", Sam said, a look into his friends pained face, however made him realize that while Blaine was truly happy for him and Rachel, he had a deep sitting fear. A fear of losing Dalton to Sam. An adoptive father was never a real father - at least not in the biological sense. Blaine felt inferior.
"But Blaine, I hope you know that I would never try to take Dalton away from you. I love him and Rachel and I would love for us to be a family, but you will always be his dad. I want you to know, that you will always be a part of Daltons life, you will always be his dad - no matter what happens. I would never want to get inbetween you and him."
Blaine looked at his friend with tearful eyes. He was greatful for Sam's word. His hidden fear was losing his son, but listening to Sam, he knew his friend would never let that happen.
"Thank you Sam!" Was all Blaine said. "You want to hug?" Sam said, knowing his best friend. Blaine laughed and hugged him.
Much later this evening Sam knocked on Rachel's front door. He and Blaine had talked for a long time and shared a couple of beers. Sam hadn't realized how much he had missed his best friend. When they were still back in Lima they were always hanging out together and had each other's back. They were still close, but occasional phone calls just couldn't make up for always being around each other. Sam was glad though, that he and Blaine were able to talk as they always used to do. Their friendship was meant to last.
"Sam - hi" Rachel said, when she opened the door. "Hey, sorry I am so late." He said and walked passed her into the hallway.
"Don't worry about it. Did you have a good time with Blaine?" "Yes, it was really good catching up with him. Back in Lima we saw each other all the time, but since he moved to New York, we sometimes don't talk in month." Sam said, a bit of regret in his voice.
They had walked into the living room, where Rachel was sitting before enjoying a glass of wine. She got a second glass for Sam and poured him a glass of white wine.
"Thanks", he flashed her a smile, when she offered him the wine glass. They clinked glasses and sipped their wine.
"I am glad you two had a chance to catch up. Blaine really missed you. He really needed a friend here." She said and put her glass back on the table. She moved in to a comfortable sitting position, her hand resting on Sam's knee. His fingertips were moving onto her hand, softly stroking the back of her hand. Light touches on the back of her hand, left Rachel with a ticklish feeling. He intertwined her hands and led their hands to his mouth. He placed soft butterfly kisses on the back of her hand. She was watching his moves intensely. Her heart was fluttering in her chest. She felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in her core, that spread through her whole body.
"I think he was afraid of me taking his place", Sam said, his free hand playing with her dark curls, twirling them between his fingers.
"What do you mean?" She asked, scooting closer to him, wanting to feel his radiating heat.
"I think he was afraid that I would take his place as Dalton's dad. I mean I am his biological father and I want to know him. I want to spend time with him. I want to spend time with you. Both of you. Rach, I want to be with you." Sam stopped, staring at her intensely. He would pour his heart to her and he hoped she would accept his heart and treasure it. His fingers stopped playing with her hair and moved to her cheek. Cupping it, thumb stroking her jawline..
"I told Blaine that he would always be Dalton's dad. I would never want to take that from Blaine. He loves that little boy with all his heart. I told him that yes I want to be here too, I want to be a father for Dalton, but Blaine he would also always be Dalton's dad. Dalton is one lucky kid, having three dads and one absolutely gorgeous mom." Rachel leaned into Sam's touch, squeezing their intertwined hands. "I love you Rach."
Her heart jumped, when he heard his confession. A bright smile appeared on her face. She kissed him. Her lips were soft and tender at first, quickly deepening the kiss. Her breathing got heavier and she grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.
His lower lip tucked hers, his hand shifting to her waist. His fingers played with the seam of her shirt, lightly touching the exposed skin.
When they broke their kiss, their foreheads touching, her breathing slowly calming down.
"I love you too."
Time passed fast. It had been three months since Sam came to New York. He and Rachel were officially dating for two of them. While Sam had kept his apartment, he unofficially moved in with his family - with Rachel and Dalton. He had his own drawer and closet space in Rachel's walking closet and his products got a space in the master bathroom. He read Dalton almost every night a bedtime story and helped him getting ready in the morning. He loved spending time with his son. He loved playing with him, reading to him, simply seeing him grow up. Even more so, he loved watching Rachel. She was gorgeous, she was caring, to him she was absolutely perfect.
When he left in the mornings to go to university, Rachel woke up with him and prepared breakfast and coffee for him. She would talk to him and walk him to the door, while he would steal a couple of kisses before leaving. He knew Rachel would teach classes three times a week at NYADA and during this time Dalton would either be with Blaine or at the day care center. Sometimes Sam would pick him up and they would spend the afternoon at the playground.
In the evening they would cook dinner together, often including Blaine. After dinner Rachel would bathe Dalton and get him ready for bed. Sam would tug him in and read him a story. Sam like this little ritual, it felt right. It felt domestic.
When he and Rachel were lying in bed, his arms surrounding her, her head on his chest, he felt grateful for what he had. He was happy. But within all this bliss, there was one shadow. Kurt. He still hadn't return, let alone called (well he had twice, but within three months, that was quite worrisome). He knew that Blaine suffered terribly under the "loss" of his husband. Not only Blaine suffered though, Dalton missed his Papi terribly and even Rachel missed Kurt. It was odd how much the feeling of losing someone, could make you want them back - no matter how angry you had been at someone. Anger faded, but love lingered.
It was Friday afternoon and Rachel, Sam and Dalton were at a nearby playground. Rachel was sitting on a nearby bench observing Sam und Dalton, who were very concentrated while building a sandcastle - or at least trying to.
Rachel was waving towards them, when Dalton looked up. He was giving her a bright smile, before concentrating back on his construction.
"Mommy!" Dalton said, while running towards her, closely followed by Sam.
"Hey baby!" She replied, squatting and opening her arms to catch her little whirlwind in a hug.
"Mommy! Look Mommy! A sandy castle!" He pointed excitingly at the sand construction, he and Sam had built. "Yes, I can see it! It looks amazing." She placed a kiss on her sons forehead. His eyes were twinkling with joy. "You did a great job! Did you do this all by yourself?" She asked.
"Daddy helped!" Dalton replied.
Rachel gasped. "Da- Daddy?" She asked. Her son nodded encouragingly. "Yes Daddy!" He replied and pointed at Sam.
Rachel was speechless. She was looking between her son and Sam. She could see Sam's eyes getting teary and she just had to smile. Wordlessly she stepped closer to Sam, who instinctively put his arms around his girlfriend and his son.
"Mommy, Daddy why you sad?" Dalton asked confused, when he realized his parents teary eyes. Rachel, emotional as she was had a joyous tear rolling down her cheek and Sam tried very hard not to cry out of happiness. Dalton placed his little hand at his mother's cheek and bend closer to her, to place a smack on her tear. "Don't cry mommy", he simply said, earning a bright smile from Rachel. "Mommy's not sad baby. Mommy is just happy", she assured her son kissing him back. Dalton looked at her confused, before shrugging his little shoulders and turning to Sam. He reached for Sam's face and placed a kiss on Sam's nose. "Daddy no cry either", he said. "I love you buddy!" Sam simply said, wiping his hand quickly over his eyes. "Love you too!"
That was it. Rachel couldn't stop the tears. She was just so touched by the scene in front of her. Her baby boy was just so adorable. How could such a little heart just have so much love? She couldn't help herself but hug her son tightly, while leaning into Sam. Sam was placing a kiss on her head and embraced them tightly. He couldn't understand how he deserved so much luck.
If he hadn't realized it before, he knew now this was where he belonged. This was where he wanted to stay. This was his home, here with the woman he loved and this perfect little wonder they made.
A little while later Sam and Rachel were on their way home. Dalton was walking between them, holding both their hands. Occasionally they lifted him and swaying him forward. He shrieked in glee.
They were laughing and giggling freely, when they finally arrived at their home.
Blaine was sitting on the top of the stairs, looking up when he heard them in the distance. He smiled at the picture in front of them.
"DADA!" Dalton exclaimed and run towards Blaine, when Rachel and Sam let go of his hands. Sam caught Rachel's hand instead and walked with her towards Blaine and Dalton, who jumped into Blaine's arms. The little whirlwind was such a bright and happy spirit.
"Hey munchkin! Hey guys!" Blaine said, when Rachel and Sam made their way to him.
"Sorry we are a little late", Rachel said apologetically. Dalton was going to stay with Blaine for the weekend and was supposed to be at his place at 5pm. It was a little after 5:30pm, when Sam, Rachel and Dalton had finally arrived.
"Don't worry about it. I actually have something to tell you." Blaine was looking a bit uneasy. He was biting his lower lip, something he only did when he was nervous.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, eyebrows pulled together in worry.
"Kurt is back."
The silence was terrible. After Blaine told them Kurt had returned, they went to meet him. The last few minutes they were sitting in the living room an awkward silence between them.
Kurt hadn't seen Dalton, as Rachel had asked Sam to take Dalton to their home and make him dinner.
"So.. you are back.." Rachel finally broke the silence and looked at Kurt. She wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to jump up the couch and pull her friend in a tight hug. She didn't want to fight with Kurt anymore. She had missed her friend, but she was also still hurt.
"I am back." He answered. He looked good, his skin was slightly tanned, he seemed relaxed.
"Rachel I am sorry." He finally said looking at her earnestly. "I truly am. What I said was out of line. I needed time to process everything. But I shouldn't have said what I did. I love Dalton. I love you and I love Blaine and I want to come home." Blaine squeezed his husbands hand, smiling at him. They had clearly made up earlier and Rachel was glad for them.
She sighed and looked at Kurt. Yes she had every right to be angry and yes Kurt did mess up, but she didn't want to fight anymore. She had missed him and in her heart she had forgiven him back then, when he had called her.
She got up and walked towards Kurt. "I missed you", she simply stated and embraced him in a hug. Kurt, startled at first, hugged her back. "I am so sorry Diva", he whispered in her ear.
"Me too." She whispered back placing a kiss on his cheek.
"I can't watch this - without being included!" Blaine said and put his arms around both of them. They group hugged for a while.
"Can I... would you mind if I see him?" Kurt asked carefully.
Rachel had to think about Kurt's request for a moment, until she finally nodded.
"He is with Sam next door." "Sam?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you guys together?"
"Yes", Rachel replied sheepishly. "They finally made it hon. Took them long enough" Blaine chuckled.
"Indeed. I am happy for you Rach, you deserve it." "Thank you Kurt!"
When they entered the front door, Sam was sitting with Dalton in the den. They were watching an episode of Scooby-Doo, singing the theme song together, that was just airing.
"Hey guys", Rachel greeted them.
"Hey pumpkin", Kurt said. At the tone of his voice, Dalton turned his head to look at Kurt. His face turned from confused to excitement to pure joy within seconds.
"PAPI!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet and running as fast as his little legs carried him towards Kurt. Kurt knelt on the floor and opened his arms to catch the little boy in his arms.
"Hi there pumpkin. How are you? I missed you!" Kurt said pulling his son in a tight hug.
"Papi! I miss you too!" Dalton replied happily. He put his little arms around Kurt's neck and hugged him tight. Rachel could see the tears in Kurt's eyes while he was hugging his son. She could see how much he had missed the little boy. How much he loved him despite everything and how sorry he was.
She knew they were going to be okay.
Rachel allowed Blaine and Kurt to take Dalton with them and spend time with him. She knew Kurt was eternally grateful for this opportunity. He had a lot to catch up too. He was glad that they manage to pass this terrible fight and were able to move on. Kurt had accepted that Dalton was not the child he had wanted him to be, but he had also realized, that Dalton was the child he called his own. Dalton was the child he loved and that wouldn't change. The little boy had placed himself deep inside all of their hearts and he would remain there for eternity.
Three years had passed since the day Sam had come back into Rachel's life. A lot had happened since then. She and Jesse had managed to overcome their difficulties and were able to remain friends, after their divorce finalized two years ago.
In fact they were able to work together again, when Rachel decided it was time to return to Broadway. He was working as producer on the musical version of Disney's "Frozen". Rachel was playing the part of "Elsa".
Sam had finished his course at NYU and graduated. While he hated the city in the past, he found a reason to stay. Also living in Brooklyn helped a lot, as this place was not as crowded as Manhattan. Sam found a job as football coach at a local high school and was even able to establish a glee club. He loved his job. Teaching was his passion and with a few pointers of Mr. Shue he was able to do an amazing job.
Blaine and Kurt were still very active on Broadway, with Blaine actually working together with Rachel. He played "Kristof". Kurt on the other hand managed to score a role in a revival of Cats.
Their lives were good. So good, that Blaine and Kurt had decided to adopt another child.
Dalton was still equally spending his time with either Blaine and Kurt or Sam and Rachel. He was a happy child, who had four doting parents.
It was Friday night, when Sam took Rachel out on a date. He had asked her to put on a nice dress. He had cleaned up nicely, wearing grey slacks and a white button down shirt underneath a grey suit jacket.
"You look handsome" Rachel said, when she was coming down the stairs. Even after all those years she still took his breath away. She was wearing a tight, purple a-line dress. The top was covered in lace and hugged her curves perfectly. She had paired her outfit with a pair of golden stilettos.
Sam let out a whistle, making Rachel laugh.
"Wow... you look gorgeous babe. How did I deserve such a beauty?" Walking up to him, she flashed him a smile, before tugging him on his collar to press a kiss on his lips.
"Hm... I should compliment you more often", he said with a wink, before placing his hand on the small of her back. He opened the door and led them outside.
In front of their house a horse carriage was already waiting for them.
"Milady", Sam said, walking towards the carriage, nodding to the coachman and opening the door.
"Sam... what.. what is this?" Rachel asked in disbelief. The carriage was beautiful. Red roses were draped around the carriage and a cooler of champagne was placed in the middle of the little table within the carriage.
"This is the start of a wonderful date", he simply replied. They sat down into the carriage and Sam poured the champagne into two flutes. While he was handing a champagne flute to Rachel, the coachman set the carriage in motion.
"This is beautiful Sam, thank you!" Rachel said taking Sam's hand in hers.
The carriage brought them to a little park. When it stopped, Sam jumped out of the carriage and helped Rachel getting out. He took her hand and led her through the park. She was watching in awe, as the way lighted up. Tons of light bulb suddenly enlightened the way leading them to a small table close to a little sea.
"Sam... this is... wow I don't know what to say", Rachel said, taking in the scenery. It was downright romantic (maybe even a bit cheesy, but hell she loved every moment of it).
Sam offered Rachel a seat, which she gladly took. He had prepared a three course dinner, which he had placed in a picnic basket close-by.
During their dinner they were chatting and laughing. Sam's fingers searched for Rachel's, lovingly caressing her hand.
After the dinner, Sam had gotten up, offering a hand to Rachel.
"Dance with me?" He simply asked.
"There is no music..." she replied, nevertheless taking his hand and getting up.
"I know a wonderful singer..." he said placing his left hand on the small of her back. He softly started humming the lyrics of Michael Bolton's "When a man loves a woman" in her ear. She giggled. She leaned her head against his chest. She loved listening to his voice. He had always been a great singer and she had always enjoyed singing with him, but listening to him, dedicating a song to her was something special. His hot breath was tickling her ear, while he was continuing singing the lyrics. She could feel her whole body shivering. He twisted her in his arms, pulling her back towards him. His hand moving to her stomach, his mouth still hovering over her ear and singing the lyrics of the song. His hips moved against hers, swaying with the rhythm.
When he stopped singing, he pressed a kiss on her ear.
"I love you.." he whispered. Her eyes were closed, but when she heard his words she turned her face upwards to look at him. Her hand went to his neck, pulling him down to her. "I love you..." she mumbled before closing the distance between their lips. It was a tender kiss. Soft and sweet and it still made her feel butterflies.
They were swaying in a silent rhythm, when Sam swung her around again. They came to a sudden halt and Sam just looked at her. He gazed into her eyes. "Rachel.." he started. She was so beautiful. Her kind and caring eyes, her long, dark locks, her beautiful soul. He knew this was the woman he wanted to stay with. The woman he wanted to spend of his life with. She was the one. She was the one that mattered most.
"Rach..." he said again. When he bent down on one knee, Rachel knew what was happening. "Yes!" She exclaimed, before Sam could even ask her.
He chuckled. "Babe... you have to let me ask first" he said. He grabbed into the pocket of his suit and presented a teal coloured box.
"Rachel Barbara Berry, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" When he opened the box a golden princess cut ring was looking at her.
"Yes! YES! YES! A thousand times yes!" She was pulling him up and fell right into his arms. She was so giddy from happiness, she couldn't stop smiling. She kissed him passionately, throwing her arms around his neck. He pulled her close and swung her in excitement.
When he finally put the ring on her finger, she simply beamed at him. Sam captured her lips once more and simply said: "I love you!"
A year later Rachel Barbara Evans was standing on the large balcony of the summer beach house she and her family was staying at. From the balcony she could see Kurt and Blaine playing in the water with Dalton and little Rose "Rosie" Elphaba Anderson-Hummel.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the ocean. It smelt like salt and sand. A smile crept to her face when she heard footsteps approaching.
She leaned into the warm body, that embraced her from behind.
"Hello Mrs. Evans", he said, nuzzling her neck. "Hello Mr. Evans", she replied happily.
He smiled at her, his hand softly caressing the very round and pregnant belly of his wife.