"Sam!" Rachel's been practically buzzing around the house all morning, trying to get everything ready for Sam. The guest bedroom had originally been something she and her Dad had decorated, but she'd allowed her Daddy to remodel it with darker, more neutral tones. Something that would be easier for Sam to change to his tastes.
Her Dads were gone now, but they'd left the card for groceries on the kitchen counter so that Sam could stock up on things he'd like to eat.
After prom, Rachel had definitely considered Sam a friend. So there was really no reason her friend should have to go pay to stay in a hotel when he was coming back to Lima at her request and she had an empty bedroom.
Swinging the door open, she throws her arms around his neck before stepping back to let him inside. "Come in, come in! Is that all of your stuff?"
He's nervous that Rachel's dads will be the ones to answer the door, who he's kind of terrified of meeting in case they're suspicious of him because he's a boy and all dads want their daughters to stay as far away from boys as possible. It's any wonder how Rachel managed to convince them to let him stay with them. Maybe the whole only child thing means she always gets what she wants.
Smiling in relief when it's Rachel who opens the door to him, his arms come around her whilst he hugs her for a bit. He's missed her, though he's still embarrassed about the whole... dollar incident in Kentucky. It makes him blush thinking about it. Apparently stripping in front of strangers is fine, but stripping in front of friends is mortifying for him.
"This is everything." He picks up his bag and his guitar case, wiping his feet on the doormat politely before stepping through. "It's not much, but clothes and my guitar are all I need."
Her Dads trust Rachel wholeheartedly. They know that Sam is just a friend, and they also made it clear that there was to be no funny business either way. And Rachel doesn't like keeping secrets from her Dads, so either way it goes, they're fine with Sam staying because they're not expecting anything to happen. And...you know. The whole only child thing means she gets what she wants.
The dollar incident is still fresh (and embarrassing) in Rachel's mind. She'd noticed his physique during Rocky and she'd always thought he was an attractive boy, but seeing him stripping was just too much. She can't decide if she's more mortified that she saw him stripping or that she liked it.
"Come on, I'll show you your room." She shuts the door behind him, leading him upstairs. "The door at the end of the hall is the bathroom. This is my room and my Dad's room is right here and," Straight across the hall from Rachel's room, next to her Dad's room, is the guest room and she leads him straight in.
He still vaguely remembers Rachel's house from her party, though he only really remembers the basement and making out with a crying, hysterical Santana... Good times.
Following her upstairs, he figures her dads must not be home otherwise she would have introduced him to them by now. He really wants to make a good impression on them because although he doesn't mind staying at the motel, he'd really prefer to live with people rather than be by himself. If he goes back to that motel, he'll only be reminded of his family and feel more homesick.
He steps inside the guest room and looks around. The colors of the walls remind him of his room in his house that got repossessed. It's enough to make him smile because he loved that room and now he feels like he's back home, which he is, because he's never felt more at home than when he's in Lima. "I really appreciate you letting me stay here, Rachel," he thanks her gratefully.
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Her Dads were gone now, but they'd left the card for groceries on the kitchen counter so that Sam could stock up on things he'd like to eat.
After prom, Rachel had definitely considered Sam a friend. So there was really no reason her friend should have to go pay to stay in a hotel when he was coming back to Lima at her request and she had an empty bedroom.
Swinging the door open, she throws her arms around his neck before stepping back to let him inside. "Come in, come in! Is that all of your stuff?"
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Smiling in relief when it's Rachel who opens the door to him, his arms come around her whilst he hugs her for a bit. He's missed her, though he's still embarrassed about the whole... dollar incident in Kentucky. It makes him blush thinking about it. Apparently stripping in front of strangers is fine, but stripping in front of friends is mortifying for him.
"This is everything." He picks up his bag and his guitar case, wiping his feet on the doormat politely before stepping through. "It's not much, but clothes and my guitar are all I need."
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The dollar incident is still fresh (and embarrassing) in Rachel's mind. She'd noticed his physique during Rocky and she'd always thought he was an attractive boy, but seeing him stripping was just too much. She can't decide if she's more mortified that she saw him stripping or that she liked it.
"Come on, I'll show you your room." She shuts the door behind him, leading him upstairs. "The door at the end of the hall is the bathroom. This is my room and my Dad's room is right here and," Straight across the hall from Rachel's room, next to her Dad's room, is the guest room and she leads him straight in.
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Following her upstairs, he figures her dads must not be home otherwise she would have introduced him to them by now. He really wants to make a good impression on them because although he doesn't mind staying at the motel, he'd really prefer to live with people rather than be by himself. If he goes back to that motel, he'll only be reminded of his family and feel more homesick.
He steps inside the guest room and looks around. The colors of the walls remind him of his room in his house that got repossessed. It's enough to make him smile because he loved that room and now he feels like he's back home, which he is, because he's never felt more at home than when he's in Lima. "I really appreciate you letting me stay here, Rachel," he thanks her gratefully.
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