The Gas Leak - Part 8 - Sam/Rachel
Title: The Gas Leak
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), Sue/Emma (Ch 5), Lauren/Mercedes/Artie (Ch 6), Quinn/Mike (Ch 7), Sam/Rachel (Ch 8).
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in an alternate Season 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 8 - Half The World Away - Sam/Rachel
Auditorium - 4:15 PM
Rachel Berry sat down at the piano and stared and the pages of sheet music before her. She hoped one of these would be the song to get the New Directions beyond Sectionals, but she was beginning to lose hope. None of these felt magical enough. They didn’t give her that tingling feeling in her stomach the normally comes from performing. For once, Rachel Berry was stumped.
That’s why she was in the auditorium late after school on a Friday. She didn’t want to leave school until she had an idea because then she would look like an idiot in front of everyone, and she that was something she definitely did not want. Sadly, she finally decided that she could not do it on her own. She needed help.
“Sorry I’m late.”
Rachel turned around to look at the source of the voice, and went through a variety of emotions such as relief, indignation, and surprise. She jumped up from her seat at the piano to meet Sam Evans at the front of the stage.
“Sam! When I texted you, I asked you to be hear at precisely ten minutes before four o’clock. It is now 4:15. I started to doubt your commitment to both our friendship and the New Directions as a whole. I need to come up with a song to sing at Sectionals and I can’t do it alone!”
“Whoa, calm down Rachel,” Sam spoke out quickly when Rachel stopped to take a breath. “I would have been on time, but I had to restring me guitar. Would you have rather me come here with a broken string?”
“Certainly not.” Rachel was now filled with guilt. “I apologize for not giving you a chance to explain yourself. But this is just very important to me!”
“Why do you even need my help anyway?” Sam asked as he pulled his guitar out of his case. “You’re Rachel Berry. Don’t you have like notebooks filled with ideas at your house or something?”
Rachel turned and began to pace back and forth. “No matter how close that belief may be to the truth, it doesn’t change the fact that on this particular assignment, I am completely without ideas. Mr. Schue informed us that we would have to perform a song that was an unlikely collaboration. That’s just not something I can do. What I’m most confident in is Broadway, but they care so much about chemistry and compatibility of vocal range that you don’t have those there. It is as if this lesson was designed to purposefully handicap me. That’s why I need you.”
“Me?” Sam had tried to follow Rachel’s logic, but he was still a bit lost. “What about me?”
“I have recently been intrigued by the independent rock movement of the last decade, and that is closer to your modus operandi so I thought that you might have a better grasp on the assignment and possibly wouldn’t mind including me in any song ideas you’d have,” blurted out Rachel. “Please Sam. I can’t come in on Monday empty handed.”
“Alright.”
“Well then play me something.”
Sam could not believe this. “Rachel, you expect me to have an idea that quickly?”
“Sorry, I just so stressed right now.” Rachel thought for a moment about what could help the situation.
Sam felt bad for disappointing Rachel. Sure, her attitude and personality scared the crap out of him sometimes, but she wasn’t some emotionless robot. They didn’t hang out that much, but he could tell when she was passionate about something. For some reason she had put a lot of faith in him, and he wasn’t the type that enjoyed letting people down. Maybe they could find a way to work together.
“Wait.” Sam was suddenly struck with inspiration. “You have your comfortable genre, and I have mine. If we each picked a song that was about the same sort of thing, do you think you could turn them into a mash-up?”
“Mashing-up songs from different genres to create our own unlikely collaboration? That’s brilliant Sam! That’s thinking outside the box!! Show choir judges love when we do that!!!”
“So what should we sing about?”
“I don’t know about you, but my song choice is often contingent on the issues I am currently facing in my personal life.” Sam nodded along understanding that most of the songs they sang in Glee often conveniently related somewhat to goings-on of the people singing them. “Right now, I am mostly concerned with my future and dealing with the stress it causes me. I mean, where am I going to go to college? What else will my future hold? Will I be successful? Can I still live out me dreams if I stay in Lima?”
“Well maybe you just have to look at things from a different point of view,” Sam replied. “Be happy you have so many options. Right now I’m pretty sure that my parents won’t have enough money to send me anywhere. I’m gonna be stuck here, and I’m gonna have to watch all my friends move on to better things.”
“Well, contrary to popular belief, Sam, I not the type of person who forgets where she comes from... Well at least I’m not that person anymore. I’ve realized that I wouldn’t be here without the support Glee has given me. You’re a part of that Sam. That’s why you’ll always be my friend.”
“Thanks Rachel.” Sam reached out to touch her shoulder while he stared deeply into her eyes and smiled. Rachel felt herself start to blush, but she shrugged it off and ignored it. Sam was suddenly struck with inspiration, and he moved his guitar into position around his torso. “I think I have the perfect song now.”
Rachel to a few steps back to take in the whole performance as Sam began to strum lightly on the strings of his guitar.
I would like to leave this city.
This old town don't smell too pretty
And I can feel the warnin' signs
Runnin' around my mind.
And when I leave this island
I'll book myself into a soul asylum
'Cause I can feel the warnin' signs
Runnin' around my mind.
So here I go.
I'm still scratchin' around in the same old hole.
My body feels young but my mind is very old.
So what do you say?
You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
You're half the world away
Half the world away
Half the world away
I've been lost
I've been found
But I don't feel down
No I don't feel down
No I don't feel down…
“Sam … that was beautiful,” Rachel had somehow during the song worked her way back over to Sam’s side. “I hadn’t realized that you were dealing with so many things like that.”
“Did you really mean what you said before,” interrupted Sam. “Did you really mean that you’d never forget about me?” Then Sam reached out to brush away a tear Rachel hadn’t even realized that she had cried. He let his hand linger on her cheek afterwards, and Rachel reach her hand up to keep it there longer.
“Absolutely.” Then they both leaned in and brought their lips together. They didn’t quite understand why it had happened, but it did happen. Right now, this was what they both needed.
After discarding Sam’s guitar and taking a new position on the stage floor, they began to kiss some more. This time the kisses were less tentative. They became passionate and filled with a brand new hunger.
Rachel was astounded by how good a kisser Sam was. Somehow with the amount of friends of hers that Sam had kissed, that particular information had never made it to her ears. This was a welcomed and pleasant surprise.
They began to slowly remove each other’s clothing. Rachel grabbed hold of the bottom of Sam’s t-shirt and lifted it over his head. At the sight of Sam’s naked torso, she might have actually uttered “wow,” but she couldn’t be positive about that. Rachel couldn’t believe how lucky she was to be making out with someone else good-looking as Sam, and honestly that started to make her slightly self-conscious. She thought about putting a stop to their tryst, but just as she was about to speak up, Sam started kissing her again and reached behind her to unzip her jumper. As he slid the dress of her shoulders, he broke their kiss and muttered briefly against her lips, “You’re beautiful,” and that put a stop to any reservations she had about her body.
As soon as Rachel was left in only her white-cotton bra and panties, Sam laid her back down against the cool stage floor, and began to kiss his way down her body. His kisses were sexy in their delicateness. After leaving kisses on her neck, collarbone, the tops of both breasts, and her navel, Sam left the tiniest of kisses at the spot her panties met her hips. Rachel gasped at the intimacy of this action, and she was both scared and excited at what she felt was coming next.
Sam grabbed at both sides of her underwear and pulled them off slowly, exposing her and her arousal to world. As Sam began to lick and suck on her lower lips, it was as if time itself slowed down Rachel. Yet, thoughts were racing through Rachel’s mind as a rate faster than usual. The though occurred to Rachel that Sam’s above average mouth size, came in handy for this type of activity. As a new and intriguing feeling began to stir within her, Rachel wondered why any of her friends would have let Sam get away if her was this good at what was being done to her sexually.
That though had caught her off guard. “How many girls has Sam been with?” Rachel thought to herself. “What is this? What am I doing? What are WE doing?” As she was overcome by what she assumed was an orgasm, she felt herself start to cry again. She had never wanted to be just another girl on a guy’s list of conquests.
This was not the reaction Sam was expecting. Thinking he might have hurt Rachel, or forced her into something she didn’t want, he looked her in the eyes and said to her, “Hey what’s wrong?”
“I’ve never done this sort of thing before. Sam, I don’t want to be just another girl to you.”
“I’ve never done this before either Rachel,” Sam admitted sheepishly.
“But you dated so many of my friends, you honestly never …”
“Well I made some moves on Quinn once, but she snapped at me ‘I just got my figure back, I’m not having another kid!’ so that never really went anywhere. And then I stop trying with Santana after that time she got drunk and called me Brittany when we were kissing.” Sam’s anecdotes had brought a smile back to Rachel’s face. “But something about this just felt right, Rachel. Do you want to stop?”
Rachel thought hard for several moments. Then she made her decision and answered Sam with a kiss. “I promise I won’t cry every time I have an orgasm,” she said as he undid the buttons on his pants.
Once they were both completely naked, Sam briefly question Rachel again if she was truly ready. Rachel was now quite eager, and after a fervent nod, she pulled Sam’s body down against hers, and then he entered her for the first time.
Rachel winced slightly at the slight pain, but Sam’s thrusts started off very slow and gentle, so the pain quickly passed. Sam pushed in again, further this time, and Rachel started to feel really good. She wanted Sam to pick up the pace, so she placed her hands onto his sides and wrapped her legs around him. She began to pull him enter her harder and faster with each thrust, setting a quicker, more enjoyable pace.
Rachel and Sam started to moan and gasp at the intense pleasure they were sharing. They started to kiss again between heavy breaths and moans. The stage was cold and hard, but the passion they were sharing was making them hot. Soon Sam was thrusting almost ten times as fast as he was when he began, and Rachel was even bucking her hips to accommodate him further.
Then Rachel came very hard and this time she was very happy to have this orgasm. Seeing that Rachel had came, Sam pulled out quickly before he did too, aware of the fact that they were not using a condom. Instead he rubbed at his hardness some before cumming over Rachel’s stomach and breasts. Rachel was shocked, but surprisingly aroused at the action.
“Sorry,” said Sam.
“No, it’s fine. It was actually kinda hot,” Rachel responded before wiping herself off.
A little while later, when both had redressed, Rachel wrapped her arms around Sam again and kissed him once more. “Sam, that was perfect. Now I’m sure I’ll never forget you.” Then they part ways and each headed home.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany (Ch 1 et al), Finn/Tina (Ch 2), Will/Holly (Ch 3), Puck/Bieste (Ch 4), Sue/Emma (Ch 5), Lauren/Mercedes/Artie (Ch 6), Quinn/Mike (Ch 7), Sam/Rachel (Ch 8).
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Takes place in an alternate Season 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own this.
The Gas Leak
Based on a prompt from the Glee Kink Meme http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/8721.html?thread=14264849#t14264849
“Brittany and Santana have one of their famous rendezvouses in the Boiler Room at school. They go at it kind of rough and accidentally cause some type of Gas Leak. Now this gas leak doesn't kill you or make you pass out ... it makes you horny. So in various other parts of the school, multiple other pairs begin to participate in the school wide sex romp.”
Features Brittana and 7 other rair couples/groups.
Chapter 8 - Half The World Away - Sam/Rachel
Auditorium - 4:15 PM
Rachel Berry sat down at the piano and stared and the pages of sheet music before her. She hoped one of these would be the song to get the New Directions beyond Sectionals, but she was beginning to lose hope. None of these felt magical enough. They didn’t give her that tingling feeling in her stomach the normally comes from performing. For once, Rachel Berry was stumped.
That’s why she was in the auditorium late after school on a Friday. She didn’t want to leave school until she had an idea because then she would look like an idiot in front of everyone, and she that was something she definitely did not want. Sadly, she finally decided that she could not do it on her own. She needed help.
“Sorry I’m late.”
Rachel turned around to look at the source of the voice, and went through a variety of emotions such as relief, indignation, and surprise. She jumped up from her seat at the piano to meet Sam Evans at the front of the stage.
“Sam! When I texted you, I asked you to be hear at precisely ten minutes before four o’clock. It is now 4:15. I started to doubt your commitment to both our friendship and the New Directions as a whole. I need to come up with a song to sing at Sectionals and I can’t do it alone!”
“Whoa, calm down Rachel,” Sam spoke out quickly when Rachel stopped to take a breath. “I would have been on time, but I had to restring me guitar. Would you have rather me come here with a broken string?”
“Certainly not.” Rachel was now filled with guilt. “I apologize for not giving you a chance to explain yourself. But this is just very important to me!”
“Why do you even need my help anyway?” Sam asked as he pulled his guitar out of his case. “You’re Rachel Berry. Don’t you have like notebooks filled with ideas at your house or something?”
Rachel turned and began to pace back and forth. “No matter how close that belief may be to the truth, it doesn’t change the fact that on this particular assignment, I am completely without ideas. Mr. Schue informed us that we would have to perform a song that was an unlikely collaboration. That’s just not something I can do. What I’m most confident in is Broadway, but they care so much about chemistry and compatibility of vocal range that you don’t have those there. It is as if this lesson was designed to purposefully handicap me. That’s why I need you.”
“Me?” Sam had tried to follow Rachel’s logic, but he was still a bit lost. “What about me?”
“I have recently been intrigued by the independent rock movement of the last decade, and that is closer to your modus operandi so I thought that you might have a better grasp on the assignment and possibly wouldn’t mind including me in any song ideas you’d have,” blurted out Rachel. “Please Sam. I can’t come in on Monday empty handed.”
“Alright.”
“Well then play me something.”
Sam could not believe this. “Rachel, you expect me to have an idea that quickly?”
“Sorry, I just so stressed right now.” Rachel thought for a moment about what could help the situation.
Sam felt bad for disappointing Rachel. Sure, her attitude and personality scared the crap out of him sometimes, but she wasn’t some emotionless robot. They didn’t hang out that much, but he could tell when she was passionate about something. For some reason she had put a lot of faith in him, and he wasn’t the type that enjoyed letting people down. Maybe they could find a way to work together.
“Wait.” Sam was suddenly struck with inspiration. “You have your comfortable genre, and I have mine. If we each picked a song that was about the same sort of thing, do you think you could turn them into a mash-up?”
“Mashing-up songs from different genres to create our own unlikely collaboration? That’s brilliant Sam! That’s thinking outside the box!! Show choir judges love when we do that!!!”
“So what should we sing about?”
“I don’t know about you, but my song choice is often contingent on the issues I am currently facing in my personal life.” Sam nodded along understanding that most of the songs they sang in Glee often conveniently related somewhat to goings-on of the people singing them. “Right now, I am mostly concerned with my future and dealing with the stress it causes me. I mean, where am I going to go to college? What else will my future hold? Will I be successful? Can I still live out me dreams if I stay in Lima?”
“Well maybe you just have to look at things from a different point of view,” Sam replied. “Be happy you have so many options. Right now I’m pretty sure that my parents won’t have enough money to send me anywhere. I’m gonna be stuck here, and I’m gonna have to watch all my friends move on to better things.”
“Well, contrary to popular belief, Sam, I not the type of person who forgets where she comes from... Well at least I’m not that person anymore. I’ve realized that I wouldn’t be here without the support Glee has given me. You’re a part of that Sam. That’s why you’ll always be my friend.”
“Thanks Rachel.” Sam reached out to touch her shoulder while he stared deeply into her eyes and smiled. Rachel felt herself start to blush, but she shrugged it off and ignored it. Sam was suddenly struck with inspiration, and he moved his guitar into position around his torso. “I think I have the perfect song now.”
Rachel to a few steps back to take in the whole performance as Sam began to strum lightly on the strings of his guitar.
I would like to leave this city.
This old town don't smell too pretty
And I can feel the warnin' signs
Runnin' around my mind.
And when I leave this island
I'll book myself into a soul asylum
'Cause I can feel the warnin' signs
Runnin' around my mind.
So here I go.
I'm still scratchin' around in the same old hole.
My body feels young but my mind is very old.
So what do you say?
You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
You're half the world away
Half the world away
Half the world away
I've been lost
I've been found
But I don't feel down
No I don't feel down
No I don't feel down…
“Sam … that was beautiful,” Rachel had somehow during the song worked her way back over to Sam’s side. “I hadn’t realized that you were dealing with so many things like that.”
“Did you really mean what you said before,” interrupted Sam. “Did you really mean that you’d never forget about me?” Then Sam reached out to brush away a tear Rachel hadn’t even realized that she had cried. He let his hand linger on her cheek afterwards, and Rachel reach her hand up to keep it there longer.
“Absolutely.” Then they both leaned in and brought their lips together. They didn’t quite understand why it had happened, but it did happen. Right now, this was what they both needed.
After discarding Sam’s guitar and taking a new position on the stage floor, they began to kiss some more. This time the kisses were less tentative. They became passionate and filled with a brand new hunger.
Rachel was astounded by how good a kisser Sam was. Somehow with the amount of friends of hers that Sam had kissed, that particular information had never made it to her ears. This was a welcomed and pleasant surprise.
They began to slowly remove each other’s clothing. Rachel grabbed hold of the bottom of Sam’s t-shirt and lifted it over his head. At the sight of Sam’s naked torso, she might have actually uttered “wow,” but she couldn’t be positive about that. Rachel couldn’t believe how lucky she was to be making out with someone else good-looking as Sam, and honestly that started to make her slightly self-conscious. She thought about putting a stop to their tryst, but just as she was about to speak up, Sam started kissing her again and reached behind her to unzip her jumper. As he slid the dress of her shoulders, he broke their kiss and muttered briefly against her lips, “You’re beautiful,” and that put a stop to any reservations she had about her body.
As soon as Rachel was left in only her white-cotton bra and panties, Sam laid her back down against the cool stage floor, and began to kiss his way down her body. His kisses were sexy in their delicateness. After leaving kisses on her neck, collarbone, the tops of both breasts, and her navel, Sam left the tiniest of kisses at the spot her panties met her hips. Rachel gasped at the intimacy of this action, and she was both scared and excited at what she felt was coming next.
Sam grabbed at both sides of her underwear and pulled them off slowly, exposing her and her arousal to world. As Sam began to lick and suck on her lower lips, it was as if time itself slowed down Rachel. Yet, thoughts were racing through Rachel’s mind as a rate faster than usual. The though occurred to Rachel that Sam’s above average mouth size, came in handy for this type of activity. As a new and intriguing feeling began to stir within her, Rachel wondered why any of her friends would have let Sam get away if her was this good at what was being done to her sexually.
That though had caught her off guard. “How many girls has Sam been with?” Rachel thought to herself. “What is this? What am I doing? What are WE doing?” As she was overcome by what she assumed was an orgasm, she felt herself start to cry again. She had never wanted to be just another girl on a guy’s list of conquests.
This was not the reaction Sam was expecting. Thinking he might have hurt Rachel, or forced her into something she didn’t want, he looked her in the eyes and said to her, “Hey what’s wrong?”
“I’ve never done this sort of thing before. Sam, I don’t want to be just another girl to you.”
“I’ve never done this before either Rachel,” Sam admitted sheepishly.
“But you dated so many of my friends, you honestly never …”
“Well I made some moves on Quinn once, but she snapped at me ‘I just got my figure back, I’m not having another kid!’ so that never really went anywhere. And then I stop trying with Santana after that time she got drunk and called me Brittany when we were kissing.” Sam’s anecdotes had brought a smile back to Rachel’s face. “But something about this just felt right, Rachel. Do you want to stop?”
Rachel thought hard for several moments. Then she made her decision and answered Sam with a kiss. “I promise I won’t cry every time I have an orgasm,” she said as he undid the buttons on his pants.
Once they were both completely naked, Sam briefly question Rachel again if she was truly ready. Rachel was now quite eager, and after a fervent nod, she pulled Sam’s body down against hers, and then he entered her for the first time.
Rachel winced slightly at the slight pain, but Sam’s thrusts started off very slow and gentle, so the pain quickly passed. Sam pushed in again, further this time, and Rachel started to feel really good. She wanted Sam to pick up the pace, so she placed her hands onto his sides and wrapped her legs around him. She began to pull him enter her harder and faster with each thrust, setting a quicker, more enjoyable pace.
Rachel and Sam started to moan and gasp at the intense pleasure they were sharing. They started to kiss again between heavy breaths and moans. The stage was cold and hard, but the passion they were sharing was making them hot. Soon Sam was thrusting almost ten times as fast as he was when he began, and Rachel was even bucking her hips to accommodate him further.
Then Rachel came very hard and this time she was very happy to have this orgasm. Seeing that Rachel had came, Sam pulled out quickly before he did too, aware of the fact that they were not using a condom. Instead he rubbed at his hardness some before cumming over Rachel’s stomach and breasts. Rachel was shocked, but surprisingly aroused at the action.
“Sorry,” said Sam.
“No, it’s fine. It was actually kinda hot,” Rachel responded before wiping herself off.
A little while later, when both had redressed, Rachel wrapped her arms around Sam again and kissed him once more. “Sam, that was perfect. Now I’m sure I’ll never forget you.” Then they part ways and each headed home.