A/N: welcome back
Disclaimer: As always I own nothing

The next evening….

"You can't honestly tell me that the hot brunette chick belongs with that goofy looking douche of a quarterback," Sam was protesting from the couch in disgust, squeezing her knee as Rachel sat down on the other end and swung her legs back over his thighs, offering him half of the York peppermint patty she had gotten up to retrieve during the commercial break. He declined with a shake of his head and she munched on it contentedly, unable to remember the last time she had allowed herself to snack on refined sugar.

"They're in love," she defended, her eyes returning to the TV screen that was currently showing one of her new guilty pleasures: the teenage musical comedy on Fox centered on a school choir of misfits and their quest to win a national title. It made her nostalgic for their own Glee days, but it drove Sam insane with its penchant of covering old school, kick-ass power ballads that he claimed the lead, the 'douche of a quarterback' butchered with his weak baritone and constipated expression; the brunette sang circles around him and frankly, it was fucking embarrassing to watch.

"They are not in love," Sam countered, "He might be in love with the idea of tapping that sexy piece of ass, but the fact is, the dude's so self involved he can't see straight. He's never going to be the kind of boyfriend she deserves, and I can't believe the rest of the losers let him get away with being so douchy. It's like, she can't even be herself around him – he's so insecure, she's always tip toeing around his ego."

He actually pouted and crossed his arms, and Rachel giggled at his outraged expression. "Well who do you believe she belongs with then?" She questioned curiously as his hand slid down to caress her calf muscle.

"That's easy," Sam claimed, "Douchey Mc Got-No-Pipe's best friend, the badass nerd slash quarterback that gets all the chicks."

Rachel looked at him incredulously, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. "Tucker? He's a Neanderthal. They wouldn't last a week." She shook her head, believing that to be one of his more outlandish theories when it came to this show, and that was saying something considering some of the things he proposed were happening in the background of the show's storyline were just preposterous.

For instance, he insisted the choir director had major wood for the bitchy head cheerleader, and was adamant that the resident bad boy, the one they referred to as Tuck, had fucked the guidance counsellor against the wall in her office, right next to her display of brochures humorously titled,"Soapersoninapositionofauthorityistakingadvantageofyou,andyoulikeit….".His argument kept returning to the one scene that had shown him leaving her office and the next frame, where you could see several of the brochure racks askew as the guidance counsellor stood in front of them looking suitably ashamed.

"No way, they'd be like, the most badass couple to ever rule that school. They were epic in that one episode they were together," Rachel had to hide a grin at his growing enthusiasm. "She's totally hot enough to keep him from fucking up too badly and he mellows her out – plus they have like, a ton in common, and he'd never ask her to change. The same can't be said for the moron."

She gazed at him thoughtfully, finding his fixation on the character's love lives completely unexpected but amusing none the less. "You've really put a lot of thought into this haven't you?"

It was obvious that she was making fun of him and Sam scowled. "Watch your damn show," he grumbled, slouching in his seat and getting caught up with her in the latest drama – this week's promos had included an unexpected pregnancy and allegations of a student-teacher affair. He was putting money on the nurse and the boy with the Fish lips. It was the sweater sets, he'd bet. There was something alluring about a chick in argyle.

As the closing credits rolled and Rachel was quietly humming along with the theme song, a loud knock came at the back door and she shot to her feet, a huge smile adorning her face. "That'll be Kurt!"

A/N: hahaha finally have some Samchel time .