A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within (nor Dancing Queen). This was inspired by a prompt from greyeyesblueskys; Samchel - Mercedes ditches them at prom. Thanks!

Clapping and cheering and jumping up and down, Rachel watched her de facto prom date absolutely kill it onstage. "Yes!" she yelled, throwing her hand into the air, laughing when Sam thrust his hips in spot, rolling them around in a circle. A blush crossing her face when he spotted her and pointed in her direction, Rachel had to erupt into another laugh when he repeated the motion. She might have initially asked Sam to be her prom date because she had no other prospects, but she certainly wasn't regretting it!

As the song wound down, Sam and the other glee guys jumping off of the stage as Mercedes and Santana went on, Rachel waited until Sam had made his way back to her to hand him the cup of punch she'd ladled for him. "Here," she smiled, "You probably need this."

Sam grinned. "Thanks," he nodded, throwing the drink back and tossing the cup into the nearest trash can, "How was it?"

"Very entertaining. And much better than when you first joined glee." Nodding dramatically, Rachel's ears caught the sounds of Dancing Queen. "I love this song!" she squealed, hands darting out to grab Sam's, "Dance with me?"

Sam's lips turned up. "Sure," he wrapped his hands around Rachel's, pulling her back towards the dance floor, "It'd be my pleasure." As soon as they were well within the designated area, he let her go, immediately starting some of his dorky, cute dancing Rachel had gotten used to seeing in glee club. "How's this?" he grinned again, eyes sparkling.

Having to laugh again, Rachel started mimicking him, locking her elbows and popping her arms back and forth in front of her chest. "How am I doing?" she giggled, letting Sam put his hands on her waist to start twirling her around. Keeping only the barest of attention on making sure she didn't run into anyone, trusting Sam to keep her contained enough, Rachel concentrated instead on the look of pure enjoyment on Sam's face.

As the song ended, her date pulled her back in. "What's the next song going to be?"

Pushing her bangs away from her eyes, Rachel sucked in a deep breath. "I'm not sure," she admitted, resting her hands on Sam's shoulders to push up on her tiptoes to try and look over him towards the stage, "Though Mercedes' not making her way over here…"

"She has another song?" Turning his head, Sam tightened his grip on her as his blond hair brushed along the collar of his tuxedo.

"No…" Trailing off, Rachel shook her head, "She and Santana are giving the stage to Quinn and Artie, and she's walking towards Puck and Lauren…" As the strains of a slower, slow dance type of song came on, Rachel dropped back down. She gave Sam a shy smile. "Well, thank you, Sam, but I think I…"

Sam raised his eyebrows. "What?" he asked, preventing her from stepping back, "You don't want to have a slow dance?" One side of his lips quirked up in his signature lopsided smile, and Rachel could feel herself blushing again. "Okay," she breathed, stepping closer and slowly sliding her arms around Sam's neck, "I think I can manage that."

Sam's hand slid back to cup her lower back, tugging her closer into him. "Cool," he started moving, "But, uhm…"

"Yes?" Rachel asked, smiling shyly up at him, her heart starting to beat louder in her chest.

Sam shrugged, smiling boyishly as he pulled Rachel more securely into him, bringing her body flush against his, his smile widening at her shiver and blushing reaction, "You should probably lead. I've never slow danced before."