A/N – So I know I shouldn't really be starting yet another story when I have tons of them to finish but I got really bored on my break at work and this is the result. Warning, this one's going to start off with a lot of Samchel friendship stuff but don't worry, that's just the groundwork, Puck'll come into maybe slightly in the next chapter but if not then the 3rd chapter should have some Puckleberryness. Here goes anyway…

"This better be important Evans" she muttered angrily as she made her way through her apartment and towards the incessant banging that was punctuated every few minutes with a loud roar of her name, a voice that that could only belong to Sam Evans. It was 3 in the morning and she had a class at 9 yet here she was, cringing with the pain of having stubbed her toe on the corner of her bookcase and all because Sam had most likely locked himself out of his apartment and his roommate was dead to the world. He'd ask if he could sleep here for the night and then suggest that her bed was much more comfy than her couch and that she should learn to share, she'd roll her eyes and just tell him to keep his hands to himself and then in the morning they'd wake up to find that during the night they'd forgotten about their hands to themselves rule and had managed to curl up together, they'd been in this position so many times that it wasn't even awkward any more, just natural. She hadn't bothered to cover up the skin that her pyjama shorts left bare, only having time to pull an old sweatshirt over her head before the fear of waking up her roommate became all too realistic. She was going to slaughter the guy before he even had the chance to suggest how much more comfortable her bed was.

She and Sam had struck up an unlikely friendship after his transfer to NYU where he had escaped the memories of Quinn Fabrey and the heart she'd broken. They'd ran into each other one afternoon in a coffee shop a few blocks away from her apartment, one which they now thought of as their place, and he'd had the misfortune of informing her that after the spectacular blow-up of hers and Finns attempt at a long distance relationship he'd run straight back into the arms of the blonde cheerio, in turn breaking Sam's heart. Whilst she had been distraught at the fact that whilst she was still mourning their two year relationship he had waited only a mere 24 hours before hopping into bed with someone else's girlfriend and the fact that she had once again lost him to the blonde hair, blue eyes and size 2 figure of Quinn Fabrey, Sam had been angry, going as far as to leave OSU and putting several states between him and the pair before he could do any real damage t Finn's face. 10 hours and 3 clubs later they found that the pain wasn't any less suffocating than it had been before the numerous shots of mind numbing vodka that they'd consumed. The morning after they'd woken up sprawled out in her bed, his shirt and nothing else hanging off her body whilst he slept in just his boxers, the rest of their clothes flung about the apartment. Sleeping together was hardly the most promising start to a friendship but 2 years later she couldn't imagine life without him, he was her best friend, however life without him was starting to look like a good option at this moment in time. He was still banging on her door and she wondered how long she'd have to wait for him to just give up and whether it'd be worth it, her roommate, however, was unbearable when she'd had less than 9 hours sleep and tended to drone on about how lack of sleep could result in the end of her life. Rachel couldn't justify leaving him out there to wake her with crawling back into her bed.

"Rach, open up!"

Rolling her eyes at the impatience in his voice, she reached up to pull the keys off the hook next to the door, taking a deep breath before letting him in. He came crashing through the door the second she'd pulled it open, if it wasn't for her extensive dance training she'd have surely lost her balance and fallen in a heap on the floor. Regaining her composure and taking another deep breath to calm the anger that had sprung up in her she turned to watch him pace around the small space she knew as her front room, his hands were rooted in his hair, almost tugging it from the roots as he moved. He was muttering under his breath and she could only make out a few of the words, the majority of those being curse words but she' wasn't going to reprimand him for them when he was obviously distressed, this clearly wasn't a case of needing somewhere to crash.

"Fuck, Rach… What am I going to do? I'm not ready for this, there's no way I'm ready for this…Fuck…Why me? Shit. Mom's gonna have my guts for breakfast… Fuck Rach, what do I do?"

"What's going on Sam? What's happened?"

She was worried now. Sam had always been calm and collected; she was the emotional one of the pair. He'd always tell her to breath and stop being so dramatic, like he had nothing to worry about. The only time she'd seen him less than composed was when they'd first met and he'd explained the Quinn/Finn situation but even then he'd been angry, now he just looked, well he looked scared.

"I…She…" he started, stopped and rethought what he was going to say. It almost looked like he was battling with the words that refused to leave his mouth, the fight continuing as he struggled to get out what he wanted, needed, to tell her because she'd know what to do; Rachel always knew what to do when he was hurt. Then all of a sudden the energy seemed to leave his body in waves, the air having left his lungs as his entire body sagged, barely keeping himself standing. "She's pregnant Rach. I… She's pregnant"

He dropped to his knees in the middle of the room, the sound shattering the silence that had enveloped them and she found that she couldn't care less whether her roommate woke up or not. Pregnant. Sam was going to be a dad at the age of 19. The guy who couldn't iron his own pants without burning something was going to have another life dependant on him. She couldn't get her mind around it, couldn't physically imagine him looking after a child nor could she imagine his girlfriend looking after a child. Sam had been dating Katie O'Reilly for 6 months now and while she was generally a very sweet girl Rachel didn't think she was right for Sam. She was loud and obnoxious and insisted on drinking 24/7. Every day was a reason to celebrate was her reasoning. That'd have to stop though, she'd have to cut the drinking completely and she'd have to stop the smoking too. The image of the girl without either a cigarette or a large vodka and coke in her hands was laughable, it just didn't happen but then again, your best friend having a kid in college just didn't happen either. The Déjà vu hit her like a lorry, she'd been in this situation before, well twice really with both the true father, though he'd tried and failed to pretend he didn't need anyone, and Finn, who'd been naïve enough to believe hot tubs helped sperm to swim,

"Shh, it's going to be ok. You're going to get through this" she whispered into his ear as she dropped to her knees and let him cling to her as he sobbed into her jumper, her hands absentmindedly stroking his fair hair, his shoulders shook violently with each sob and he kept his eyes screwed shut in an attempt to pretend this wasn't happening, she'd seen that look when his grandmother had passed away a few months ago. He'd come round to ask if she'd pick up his college work whilst he went back home for the funeral, stubbornly refusing to admit that her death had hit him as hard as she knew it had, he'd finally given in and they'd watched violent horror films until late in the night, stuffing their faces with ice cream whilst she hid behind a cushion, in an attempt to make him feel slightly better.

"She…she doesn't want it Rach. She wants to get rid of it" he cried, still clinging furiously to her, she could feel his nails digging into her shoulders not that she was going to tell him that. They'd been in this position a few times before but it had always been him comforting her, her small frame encompassed in his larger one as she told him about the hateful words of one of her classmates who'd personally made it her mission to remind Rachel in the most hurtful of ways that she had two dads or as she confessed that she wasn't over Finn even though it had been2 months since he'd gotten back together with Quinn. "But I don't, I want…I want my child." The sobs were beginning to subside as he tried to get his words out; she tightened her arms round him, both shocked and proud that he'd already decided that he couldn't give up a child. "I don't know if I can though Rach, I…I don't think I can do this. She wants…out, completely. No child…no me." He sniffled, straightening in her arms to look at her for the first time since he'd pushed past her in the doorway. Her opinion of Katie dropped immediately, not only had she just told Sam she was pregnant with his kid, a kid that she didn't want, but also that he was dumped. All in one conversation, no wonder he was here sobbing his heart out on her living room floor.

"If you…If you want to do this, have this child and look after it then I'm with you 100% but Sam you do realise how hard this is going to be? Not only getting her to agree to carry the child and then sign over full custody but raising he or she, raising them while you finish college, raising them without a mother? Because you're going to have a child in less than 9 months and if you're not sure about this then…" She trailed off, surprised by the determination in his eyes, the crying had stopped apart from a sniffle every few minutes and his hands had gone from clinging to her to pulling her into his lap as he leaned back against the couch, his arms circling her waist as she buried his face in her hair. She almost missed the slight nod he gave but the words that followed were enough to convince her that he knew what he wanted whether he realised the full consequences of them just yet or not but they could deal with that after the sun had come up and she had a large cup of coffee in front of her.

"I'm sure"

"Well then" she started, the idea of her best friend becoming a dad still slowly sinking in "Looks like you're having a baby" He laughed into her hair, his breath hot against her neck, followed by a yawn. She knew that he was tired; he'd no doubt spent any time since he'd found out about the pregnancy working himself into a hole filled with depressing situations and ultimatums and no ladder to escape. Telling her seemed to be what he'd needed to make his mind up. "Come on, you're going to need your sleep" she whispered, pulling him up with her as she stood. Taking his hands in hers she led him back to the room she'd abandoned half an hour ago for him. Dragging him under the covers with her, she pretended to not feel the tears that dropped silently on her head as he pulled her to rest on his chest, the rest of her body curled into his side, after all there were plenty more tears to come.