As Long As You're Mine

Chapter One

"Are you ready?" Sam asked as he and Rachel walked down the carpeted stairs in the Berry household. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, the two teens could see both of their families sitting in the living room. Everyone was there; Rachel's dads, Hiram and Leroy, Sam's mother, Brooke, his father, Michael, and Stacie and Stevie. The small girl swallowed.

Was she ready? No. Did she even want to tell them the truth? Of course not. Would this meeting end well? Probably not. But neither of them really had a choice. They would be irresponsible if they didn't.

"Ready as I'll ever be." She sighed.

"Just remember," the blonde boy whispered into her ear, "no matter what happens today… I'll always love you," he wrapped his arms around her petite body, "and I'm never gonna leave you. You're my life, Rachel. My life."

"I love you, too." She let out a shaky breath, before taking his hand in hers, and walking into the living room.

"So," Rachel said to everybody in the living room. "I-I guess you're all sort of wondering why Sam and I asked you to meet us here."

"Did somebody die?" Stacie asked.

"No," Sam shook his head, "No one died."

"When what is it?" Hiram asked.

"I…" Rachel took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, everyone was silent. No one said a word, just looked at the two of them in shock. Stacie and Stevie exchanged a few glances, before looking back up at Rachel and Sam. Brooke had buried her face in her hands. Hiram and Leroy looked as if they were about to kill Sam. Leroy was about to say something, but Michal beat him to it.

"How could you do this?" the dark haired man exclaimed as he got up off the couch and walked towards his son "You know that we don't have any money! We're living in a fucking hotel room, for god sakes!"

"Rachel," Hiram shook his head in disbelief, "Why? We taught you better than this."

"You too, Samuel," Brooke said, "Now, let's skip the fact that you two are far too young to be having sexual relations, for just a moment," She looked up at her son. She didn't look angry, or enraged… she just looked disappointed; the look that she was giving Sam almost made him burst into tears, right there, "Samuel… you didn't even respect Rachel enough, to use a condom?"

"O-Of course I respect Rachel… I love her." He held the petite brunette closer to him.
"No glove, no love!" Stevie shouted out. "… I heard Santana say that, once… what does it mean?"

"Nothing," Michal shook his head, "What the hell are we supposed to do, now? We're moving back to Tennessee in two months! Not only did you ruin poor Rachel's life, now you're whole family is going to have to face the consequences! I think this is the most selfish thing you've ever done!"

"Everyone just stop yelling at him!" Rachel exclaimed, "It's not just his fault, you know; I participated, too."

Leroy buried his face into his hands, "Sweetheart, we all know how babies are made; you don't have to paint us a picture."

"That's not what I meant," she sighed, "Why is everybody saying that it's only Sam's fault, and that he 'ruined my life." She turned to Sam's parents, "You have a wonderful son; he's not at all selfish. He just made a mistake… we both made a mistake."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, Rachel, but that still doesn't really solve the problem. What are we supposed to do about Tennessee?"

"Rachel can come live with us!" Stacie said, excitedly, "We don't want to leave her! She makes us cookies!"

"You know," Brooke thought out loud, "that's not such a bad idea."

"Huh?" Sam shook his head in confusion.

"Why can't Rachel just… you know… come with us?"

Michael sighed and shook his head, "Brooke, that's crazy… you of all people are willing to let your son's girlfriend live with us? You still treat him like he's twelve!"

"I don't know how I would feel about that," Hiram shook his head, "I mean, she'd be living thousands of miles away from us."

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Brooke shrugged, "she's already pregnant… what else could they possibly get into?"

"He could give my daughter aids." Hiram glared at Sam.

"What?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Dad," Rachel sighed, "Sam does not have aids."

"How do you know?" he asked accusingly, "and besides; I don't think that Sam's mother and father would like it if two horny teenagers started turning their house into a smut show."

"Oh please," Brooke rolled her eyes, "We're staying at my mother's house; I highly doubt that they'll try anything while we're there."

"Are you sure that your mother would be okay with that?" Leroy asked.

"I don't see why not. I was one of five; there's plenty of room." Sam and Brooke looked at Michael.

"That's okay with me," he shrugged.

"Do you want to go, sweetie?" Leroy asked, "It's all up to you.

"Yeah, babe," Sam looked down at her, reassuringly, "if you don't want to move away, it's fine."

"Well…" she thought for a moment, "I can't even imagine doing this without you… so… I guess… if your parents are sure that it's okay."

"Of course it's okay," Brooke smiled, "didn't I just say that?"

"Oh yeah," she smiled back at her, "then, yes; I'll go." Sam smiled down at her, his eyes meeting hers. Thank god, he thought. In all honesty, he wouldn't have any idea what to do if he had to leave her behind, pregnant or not. Rachel meant the world to him. Hell, he would die for her. She was the best part of his life. Even when it was one of those days when he just felt like shit, she never failed to put him in a great mood.

A father, he thought, I'm going to be a father. The thought still scared the shit out of him. How was he supposed to raise a kid? He still wore Avatar boxers. What if he screwed up? What if he messed up the kid's life? What if I let Rachel down? That thought scared him even more than Santana, Coach Sylvester, and Rachel's dads combined.

Now that he thought about the baby he had to wonder, what are we even going to do with the baby, after it's born? The small girl had pretty much made it obvious that abortion was out of the question; if it wasn't, she wouldn't have agreed to go to Tennessee with him.

Just forget about it, for now, he told himself, silently. We have plenty of time to figure that out. All that matters right now is that I won't have to leave her.

XXX

Later that night (after they convinced her fathers that they weren't going up there for sexual reasons) Sam and Rachel were in Rachel's room, watching Funny Girl.

"So," he said when he felt her shift closer to him, resting her head on his chest, "you're really coming with us?"

"Yes, Samuel," she smiled, "why? Do you not want me to go?"

"What?" he chuckled, "of course not. I love being around you, you know that. It's just…" he shook his head, "come on, you can't say that you're not surprised that it was my mom that suggested that. My mom, who still thinks that I need her to cut the crusts off of my bread for me.

"Well- wait a second," she shook her head in disbelief, "you always ask me to cut the crusts for you, whenever I make you a sandwich, here."

"Yeah, but… when you do it, it's like a loving gesture from my woman; when my mom does it, it makes me look like a mama's boy."

"Oh, leave your mother alone; she loves you." She kissed his cheek, "You know, I felt kind of guilty when she said that she doubts that we'll try anything sexual while we're staying at your grandmother's house; I know for a fact that you will try something."

"You know you love it," he smirked, "I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't be making those noises if you didn't."

The brown eyed girl sighed and rolled her eyes, "you're such a perve."

"Your perve, babe." He kissed her forehead, "So…" he sighed, "What do you want to do… a-about the baby?"

"I'm not sure," she shook her head, "I mean, I think I want to keep it, but I'm not sure." She looked up at him. "What about you?"

"I just want you to be happy, baby." Sam kissed her temple, "But it would be nice if we could keep it," he began to run his fingers through her chocolate brown hair.

"Sam," she mumbled, "Stop; you're going to make me fall asleep."

"I don't mind," he shrugged, "you look so beautiful when you sleep."
Rachel blushed, "You're so sweet."

"You know," Sam said, "All that crap that my parents were saying earlier, about me not respecting you? You know it's not true, right?"

"Of course I do," she kissed his chest, right above his heart.

"I love you, Rachie," he held her closer to him when he saw that she was almost asleep.

"I love you, too," she yawned.

"Forever," he whispered.