This is a Samchel fanfic! I somehow got to watching video edits on YouTube of them together and I got inspiration haha. I love Samchel, and Samcedes is Endgame for me, so is Finchel, but I love Sam and Rachel together for some reason. Anyway, this i...
Puck Puckerman: Why the hell do you have a puppet of yourself bro?
Sam Evans: Blaine made them because he had some weird hallucination about singing with puppets that looked like us, so he made all of us one.
Kurt Hummel: He made us some too!
Blaine Anderson: Sam Evans You’re the one who had the weird dream with Rachel singing while Avatar people danced behind her.
Rachel Berry: Kurt told me about that. XD
Sam Evans: Idek why I had that dream, but I woke up on the floor and got sick in the auditorium.
Santana Lopez: Trouty, that puppet looks just like you, all the way down to the lips.
Sam Evans: Uh, how, Santana? I’m not blue.
Santana Lopez:Sam Evans I beg to differ.
Sam Evans: Okayyy???
Rachel Berry
Double trouble!!!
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Blaine Anderson
The face Sam makes when he’s insulted XD
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Santana Lopez: Thank you, hair gel, for posting this. This is golden!
Sam Evans: I know I’m golden. Rachel Berry and 11 others like this.
Jake Puckerman with Sam Evans
Sam is silently judging everyone.
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TIME SKIP Wednesday, November 27, 2013 OHIO: 11 AM
The next day, Sam woke up soaking wet. Only because Santana thought it was hilarious to come and dump a bucket of water on him. He’d forgotten that those in New York were coming down today for Thanksgiving tomorrow. He went downstairs, his hair dripping wet, to get a towel.
“Tight shirt much?” Kurt asked. Sam’s shirt was clinging to his body, and so was his pants. He grumbled something and looked at Santana. She saw the look in his eyes.
“No, no, no. Don’t you do it Trouty. Ah! No!” She tried to run away from him as he shook his head like a dog, water going all over her. He grabbed her and hugged her, making her clothes wet too.”I really hate you.”
“I love you too, San. Shouldn’t have poured water on me.”
