A/N: Samchel continues. Loving Chord Overstreet new video Homeland. Filmed in Nashville,TN where I first lived when I left California in 2003. I am now about two hours away in Chattanooga, TN but miss it every day. I may take my daughter on a weekend trip.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This chapter is Mature rating. 18 & older please. Sexual content.

"That is it, I am never drinking again," Rachel announced as she added a scoop of sugar to her coffee, relaxing against Sam in the diner booth as both Kurt and Blaine let out a loud laugh. "What?"

"You've said that a million times, and yet the next weekend you're back to throwing back vodka like a pro," Blaine reminded her as he took a sip of water.

"I mean it this time," she insisted, blowing on her coffee before taking a sip. "I am too old to be waking up hungover after a night of partying. I did not think I even had that much to drink last night. I was pretty good, was I not?" she asked, turning her head towards Sam for confirmation.

Sam smiled at her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Oh, totally," he teased, leaning back a little as he took a bite of his pancakes. "I was expecting table dancing, after all," he laughed.

Rachel rolled her eyes at him, hitting him on the knee gently. She turned her attention back to Blaine as she glanced around their small table. "Puck and Quinn decided not to join us?" she asked.

Blaine shook his head. "They got into some big blowout fight last night. I have no idea what it was over, he didn't want to talk about it this morning. I told him he should join us and get away from her for an hour or so, but I think she was still pissed because I could hear her yelling in the background. And then Santana and Brittany were getting breakfast  before heading to the airport."

Rachel was curious, wondering if Puck and Quinn's fight was about her. Quinn had not looked happy when she left  the night before and Rachel was beginning to wonder if Noah had told her that he wanted to break off their engagement.

"Well, then it is a good thing they are not here with us. I do not want to listen to her bitching all morning," Rachel said, stealing a piece of fruit off Sam's plate.

"I'm sure she's fine," Sam said, letting out a yawn. "That girl can take care of herself."

Kurt let out a snort. "That's for sure. She's one you never need to worry about."

Rachel finished the food on her plate, sipping the remnants of her coffee as everyone else finished with their food. She was actually enjoying herself, despite her years of saying she would never go back to Ohio.The restaurant where they were getting breakfast was where she, Blaine, and Kurt used to go all the time on the weekends. It had even been nice.

"Hey Kurt, do you think WMHS is unlocked?" she asked.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "Probably. I mean, it is the weekend but it's not like anyone's going to try and break in there. Why?"

"I was just curious."

"No idea."

Rachel looked over at Sam. "Do you think we could stop by the school and look around for an hour before we head back home?" she asked. "It is not like it is out of the way or anything. It would just be nice to walk through the school once more."

"Yeah, why not," Sam said, finishing his coffee. "It'd be cool to see if my gold shorts are still hanging in the choir room. Shue said he was retiring the shorts and was going to keep my picture from Rocky Horror Show up, but maybe he was just blowing smoke out of my ass," he laughed.

"I bet it is still there," Rachel said, calling the waitress over for the check. "You were sexy in those gold shorts. Too bad we didn't do the show after all."

"Yeah,Glee club, that's where the real talent was," he said, causing Rachel to blush. "How many national titles did we win while we were in school?"

"One. We did not make it to nationals my sophomore year, and junior year well you know how that ended but we did Senior year,a and year  after," Rachel said with a smile.

"And now you're a Broadway actress. I bet no one ever thought you were really going to make it there. Well, except me. I always knew you were going to be a star," he said, giving her a wink.

The waitress placed the check on the table and Kurt instantly grabbed it, ignoring everyone else's protests. "You all paid before, the least I can do is buy you all breakfast," he reasoned, slipping his credit card into the check before placing it on the corner of the table.

Once the bill was settled, Rachel and everyone else got up from the table and headed outside to the parking lot. Rachel gave Kurt and Blaine both a big hug and promised they'd do something after they returned from their trip and before their big move to France.

She climbed into the  the car alongside Sam, as she let out a yawn, who climbed into the driver's seat and turned the engine over while buckling his seat belt.

"Ready beautiful?" Sam asked as Rachel.

She nodded her head. "I am. We are going to stop by the school for a few minutes, and then all yours for the rest of the day.  I want to be back home before it is too late as I need to be up early tomorrow."

"Well, you know I love you more than anything else. I just wish I saw you more often." Sam said.

"I know, Sam. I... I love you as well," Rachel replied back, with a soft smile.

"I'll try my hardest to never let you down. I have a song I've been working on, and I want your feedback."  He gave Rachel a kiss on the lips. "It was wonderful seeing everyone again. I really do miss everyone."

Rachel smiled a little. "Well I am glad. I want them to like us together, should we go any further." She gave him another kiss before."I am going to miss them too."

Sam smiled, wrapping his arm around her.

Sam began humming to himself, while driving towards the high school. Rachel turned to smile. "Sam, will you sing for me?"

"And you as well, Rachel. I'm sure I can do that," Sam said, holding  Rachel's hand firmly. Rachel gave him a big smile before she took his hand and the two of them headed out towards the school.
Sam pulled out of the parking lot  and , driving a few minutes until he pulled into the parking lot of his and Rachel's old high school.

The building was quiet, no cars even in the parking lot except for theirs. Sam pulled the car into the first spot in the front and turned the car off, putting the keys in his pocket. "Looks the same, doesn't it?" he asked, turning to look at Rachel as she climbed out of the car.

She nodded her head. "It does. It is still the same exact school we went to," she said, taking Sam's hand.

"Well, let's see. How about we spend at least an hour here than you are mine. Sound good?" Sam asked.

Rachel nodded her head as she and Sam headed to the front doors. Like Kurt had predicted, they were unlocked. No one in Lima was about to break into a school during the weekend. Well, no one except for them.

Rachel and Sam headed down the main hall of the school, it looking exactly the same as it did when Rachel attended. "It is as if nothing has changed," she said, looking up at Sam. "I used to walk down this hall every day to get to my locker. It looks exactly the same."

Sam laughed a little as they came to a stop in front of a giant trophy case near the main office. "Well, I don't think there's much they could change," he teased.

"True," she said as she peered inside the case. "Look, right there," she said, pointing to a large trophy. "We won that Senior year when we took first place at Nationals. They used to have a picture with it, but I suppose they got rid of that," she said sadly.

"Maybe they hung it up in your old choir room instead," Sam smiled.

"You are probably right," she said, taking his hand as they headed down another hall. " I used to spend so much time in this room. I would come here on my free periods because it was the only place in the school I was really happy," she said as she opened the door to the choir room. It didn't look much different from how she remembered it. The chairs were newer and there were a few more instruments, but it was essentially the same.

Sure enough, the walls were lined with pictures of the club from the various years. Rachel walked past each one of them until she found one from when she was there.

"Here," she said, pointing it out to Sam. "This is from my junior year. I am right there in the front," she said, looking up at him.

Sam studied the picture, a small smile on his face. Sure enough, there was a high school version of Rachel with a giant smile on her face standing right in the front of the group. The face was the same, but the girl in the picture looked a lot different than the girl standing beside him. She dressed the way Rachel did when he met her again, but even more childish if that was possible. She was easily the smallest member of the group, a full head below the next member. Her dark hair was straight with the top layer pulled back. She had on a sweater, a plaid skirt, and knee-high socks. Finn was behind her, a goofy smile on his face. He didn't look any different except that he had a letterman jacket on.

"You look happy," he said, his finger tracing over her face in the picture.

"I was," she explained. "I was always happy when I was here. It was the only place I ever really belonged at school. Everyone used to tease and bully me here. I mean, I was kind of obnoxious and ambitious. Plus, I had two dads which did not exactly make me the most popular girl in school. But here, I was on top. I always was the lead and everyone liked me. It is the only thing I miss about high school."

"At least you don't have to repeat it every day like I do," he laughed, taking a seat at the piano, his fingers dancing over the keys. "Sometimes I wonder why I became a high school teacher. It's like I'm back in school every day, but with less friends than I had back then." Rachel took a seat beside him and he kissed her forehead. "So you gonna give me a performance while we're in here?" he teased.

Rachel rolled her eyes at him a little before she stood up, standing in the middle of the room. "Only if I can sing a song that would be completely inappropriate for glee club, but first you," she teased.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, spinning on the bench a little so he was facing her.

Sam  closed his eyes, humming a little before he started singing.

"Homeland" (A/N: Chord Overstreet)

[Verse 1]
It's where I keep my heart
Where I plan my routes
Where my soul comes from
Where I learn to sing the blues
Raised on the saving grace
I live in love
My secret hiding place
When the world's too much

[Chorus]
Let the new shine fade
Let the lights burn out
Let the time slip away
And bury me in that ground
When I'm all used up
And I'm old and grey
When the well runs dry
And my mind just ain't the same
Won't you set me free
Where the tall pine stays
Where I was born to be
Back in my homeland

[Verse 2]
The world may change
But this whole town's still the same
There's that old dirt road
Next to that run down bank
There's that beat up truck
In my dad's backyard
I can still hear it run
When we used to drive it hard

[Chorus]
Let the new shine fade
Let the lights burn out
Let the time slip away
And bury me in that ground
When I'm all used up
And I'm old and grey
When the well runs dry
And my mind just ain't the same
Won't you set me free
Where the tall pine stays
Where I was born to be
Back in my homeland

Rachel began swaying her hips side to side despite the fact that there was no music accompanying him.

[Verse 3]
Homeland
Wild and free
In my homeland
Where I was born to be

[Bridge]
Where I keep my heart
Where I plan my routes
Where my soul comes from
Where I run back to
Where I keep my heart
Where I plan my routes
Where my soul comes from
Where I run back to
When I'm all used up
And I'm old and grey
When the well runs dry
And my mind just ain't the same
Won't you set me free
Where the tall pine stays
Where I was born to be
Back in my homeland

[Outro]
Homeland
(Back in my, back in my homeland)
In my homeland
(Back in my, back in my homeland)
Where I was born to be
Back in my homeland
(Back in my homeland)
Back in my homeland
Where I was born to be

I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down, I want you above me.
I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me.

As Sam finished, Rachel clapped her hands together. "wow, Sam Evans, I'd you had written that back in high school we may have won Junior year at Nationals, " she beamed.

"Thank you very much, little lady. Did you know ambition is a dream with a V-8 engine..," he said, in his Elvis impersonation.

"Do you always do that," she giggled. "Hey it's the best ice breaker, baby," he replied with a  grin.

Sam looked at the piano. "I think it's time for my own personal Rachel Berry private show," he said while sitting on the bench.

Rachel rolled her eyes, then began swaying her hips to the music in her head.

"On My Way" (A/N: Lea Michele)

My words are wrapped in barbwire
My actions speak for what I can't say
Cuz I fall one step forward
To push you away, push you away

I wish that I could listen
To all the advice that I give away
But it's hard to see things clearly
Through all of the pain, all of the pain

I'm caught in the rain, caught in the rain

And my heart's too drunk to drive
I should stay away from you tonight
But in this blackout state of mind
Baby, all I want is you tonight

When my head tells me "no"
My heart tells me "go"
So I'm hitting in the road cuz I

I know my heart's too drunk to drive
But I'm on my way to you
Yea, I'm on my way
To you, you, to you tonight
I'm on my way to you, you
To you, I'm on my way to you

Yea, there's a million voices
Screaming that this love's a dead-end road
But the only voice that I hear
Is telling me "go", telling me "go"

The sun is rising sober
While passion fades and I'm on my own
My helpless heart's hung over
I'm all out of hope, all out of hope

Where do we go? Where do we go?

Cuz my heart's too drunk to drive
I should stay away from you tonight
But in this blackout state of mind
Baby, all I want is you tonight

Rachel sauntered towards him, a swivel in her hips. She stood right before him and placed her hands on his shoulders before climbing onto his lap, whipping her hair around. Sam just stared up at her, his jeans getting tighter by the minute.

When my head tells me "no"
My heart tells me "go"
So I'm hitting the road cuz I

I know my heart's too drunk to drive
But I'm on my way to you
Yea, I'm on my way
To you, you, to you tonight
I'm on my way to you, you
To you, I'm on my way

Rachel let her hand run down her torso, caressing her breasts for a moment. Sam watched her, his eyes slightly wide. She pulled the pink blazer she was wearing open and let it fall on the ground, leaving her in her white jeans and a black tank top. She kicked her shoes off to the side as she took a few steps towards where Sam was sitting.

And no wise words can stop me
I'm past the point of no return
No matter how it hurts me
I'm running to you, running to you

She hopped off his lap and took a few steps back, her hands going to the hem of her shirt before pulling it over her head and tossing it off to the side, leaving Rachel in her bra with her pants still on.

And my heart's too drunk to drive
I should stay away from you tonight
But in this blackout state of mind
Baby, all I want is you tonight

Rachel's hand drifted down past her belly button and she stuck the tips of her fingers into the waistband of her jeans. Sam could hardly stand it, this had to be the hottest thing he'd ever seen a woman do.

When my head tells me "no"
My heart tells me "go"
So I'm hitting the road 'cuz I

I know my heart's too drunk to drive
But I'm on my way to you
Yea, I'm on my way
To you, you, to you tonight
I'm on my way to you, you
To you, I'm on my way to you.

Rachel finished singing in his lap, slightly out of breath. She grinned down at him, dressed only in her bra and underwear. "You know, I like this change of clothes," Sam teased, his hands running over her body. "I can't believe they wouldn't let you perform that when you were in school," he laughed, pulling her closer to him.

"I know. How dare they," she said sarcastically before placing a kiss on his lips. Sam slid his hands down her exposed back and let them rest on the curve of her ass which was only covered by very thin lace underwear. "Why Mr. Evans, this is highly inappropriate behavior by a teacher," she teased, nipping his nose slightly.

"Oh, so you want to play that game, huh?" he asked, standing up with her in his arms. He set her on top of the piano, her back pressed against the cool wood of the instrument while her legs hung over the edge.

"What game would that be, sir?" she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

Sam leaned over her, pressing a kiss against the side of her neck as he slipped his right hand beneath the waistband of her underwear, his fingers grazing her sensitive area. Rachel let out a whimper as two of his fingers teased through her folds and began stroking her.

"Mm, how does that feel?" he whispered into her ear before he began kissing up and down the side of her neck.

"Do not tease," she whined, her hips fidgeting as his fingers started moving slightly faster. "Baby, please," she protested.

Sam reached his left hand down to the front of his jeans which now had a considerable peak at the front of them. He undid the button and yanked the zipper down, letting them fall down to the ground. He pushed his boxers down as well before pulling Rachel's body closer to the edge of the piano. He yanked her underwear down so the lacy material was hanging off her left ankle.

He pulled his fingers away and could see how wet she already was. Without waiting, he grabbed a condom from his wallet, and soon pushed himself inside of her, grinning as she let out an ecstatic cry. Sam eased the rest of him inside her before he pulled back and began thrusting.

Rachel stared up at him before turning her head to the right, gasping out in pleasure. The fact that they were having sex on top of the piano in the old choir room made the sex that much hotter. This room held so many good memories for her. It was where she and Finn had their first kiss. It was where she opened her acceptance letter to her dream school. Now, she was making amazing new memories here years after they had graduated from high school.

Rachel wrapped her right leg around his waist, pulling his body closer to hers. Sam's palms slammed down onto the wood of the piano as he hovered over her, continuing to move in and out of her. A few beads of sweat dripped off his forehead and onto her exposed stomach. He leaned his face down and captured her lips with his. Rachel reached her hands up, placing them on either side of his face as she kissed him back, her hips moving rhythmically with his.

"Oh yes baby," she moaned as he continued his thrusts. "Right there baby," she said, urging him on.

It wasn't lost on Sam that this was the first time they'd had sex since making their relationship official. Doing it on top of a piano at her old high school was definitely going to be hard to top.

Sam gave her a few hard thrusts and Rachel let out a cry of pleasure, her back arching as she dug her fingers into his flesh. Sam thrust into her quickly for a moment longer before he exploded inside of her, groaning loudly. He rode out his orgasm before pulling out of her and resting his head on her abdomen, breathing heavily.

"Does that earn me detention?" Rachel finally asked once she was able to speak again.

"Oh, most definitely," Sam said, standing up to pull his pants back up. "You have detention forever," he teased, leaning over to kiss her lightly. Rachel sat up, pulling her underwear back on before hopping off the piano to collect the rest of her clothing from the choir room floor. "You're a  bad student you. Puck would be proud."

Rachel gave him a wink before she started getting dressed,"I am okay with that as long as you are supervising  detention," she laughed, pulling her jeans on. While she was walking around the room gathering up the clothing she'd stripped off, Sam fixed his appearance, tucking himself back into his jeans and pulling up the zipper.

"Oh, of course," he said, coming behind her as she pulled her tank top back on. "It'll be private detention, just me and you." He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed a kiss on the side of her neck. Rachel smiled and leaned back against him, enjoying being in his arms for the moment. Being like this, it was easy to forget about everything else. Standing here like this, she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather be with besides Sam. Could they be Endgame?

Rachel let out a giggle as Sam lifted her up into his arms and carried her bridal-style out of her old choir room and into the hallway, heading up to the front of the school.

Rachel kept her arms draped around his neck, a smile on her face.

"Practicing for the wedding night?" Blaine teased as she watched the two of them approaching, her shirt slightly askew.

Rachel stuck her tongue out at her as Sam set her down on the ground. Rachel pulled her shoes on before taking in Kurt and Blaine's appearances. They both were a little disheveled with small pieces of grass all over them. "I see you two had some fun out at the football field," she laughed, grinning as both of their faces went red.

"Oh..shut up," Blaine muttered, rubbing the back of his red neck. "Come on, we need to get on the road if we plan on making it out of here before midnight," He told Kurt. Rachel took one more look at the school before she slipped her hand into Sam's and headed to the car, ready for to head back home for more personal time with Sam.