Sam Evans

I'm Sam Evans, owner of Star Records based out of Boston, Mass. We're a small label but always growing. I'm married to the beautiful and talented Rachel Evans. We hit a bit of a rough patch a few months ago, but we're working through it. If you'd like to know anything else about me, just ask.

[saminboston]

Stay With Me || Samchel

[saminboston]

TAGGING: Sam & Rachel Evans

LOCATION: The Evans Household

DATE & TIME: Saturday, January 18th, 2013, Evening

NOTES: Sam and Rachel go on a date for the first time in months.

RACHEL BERRY-EVANS

Being back at home might have been one of the best decisions she had made. Sure, it wasn’t always easy and there were times where all she could remember were the days they would fight but something was changing. Maybe it was purely based on the fact that they had been missing each other. You get used to someone and while the last few months were filled with tension, Sam and Rachel had been together longer than they had been arguing. Falling back into patterns was almost too easy and sometimes, she got the thought to run. That everything was going too well and things were going too good that something had to be up. There was a storm on the horizon or the shoe was about to drop. It wasn’t that Rachel had been loving getting to see him, be with him and be happy again. It was something that she had been longing for for months. It was just after everything that they had put each other through, she was still worried. Happy and content but cautious. 

Going on a date seemed so silly, not that it was bad. It had been so long since they did something this. “It would be easier to dress if you told me exactly what we were doing instead of vague statements,” she called down the stairs as she zipped up her boots. Rachel paired a striped sweater and jeans before heading down the stairs. Her coat was by the front door and she would grab it on the way out. She had never been the biggest fan of cold weather, but this Winter had her finally getting used to it. Meeting Sam in the kitchen, she leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Hey there, handsome,” she greeted with a dazzling smile. This was another moment of hope, if they could get through things like this without all of their desires rearing their ugly heads out, maybe they could actually work out in the long run and god did she want that. “So, I am ready when you are.”

SAM EVANS

Hearing his wife call down from upstairs made Sam smile. It felt familiar. The house wasn't really a home when he was the only one living in it. When they'd finally started making decent money after moving to Boston, Sam had been ecstatic to start house-hunting. He'd fallen in love with their current home immediately, easily imagining their future children running around - a rambunctious little girl with her mother's dark hair and big brown eyes and a headstrong little boy just trying to keep up. While a lot of guys fantasized about dream jobs and dream cars and dream girls, Sam fantasized about having a family. He tried to push that particular fantasy away though because he knew it wasn't going to happen, at least not any time soon, and likely never in this house. It was a difficult dream to give up. 

The sound of his wife's footsteps pulled him from his thoughts and as he looked to her he was reminded of why he was he was giving up on or at the very least postponing his dream. He had to in order to keep his dream girl and as much as Sam wanted to have a family, he knew he'd never want to have a family with anyone other than Rachel. "Hey there, beautiful." Before she could step away, he wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him so he could return her kiss on the cheek with a long kiss on the lips. Pulling back slowly, he gave her a smile. "I was born ready." He picked up the picnic basket he'd packed and walked with Rachel to the door, helping her into her coat before putting on his own, along with a beanie and scarf. 

"So, I know it's cold, but I thought it'd be kind of cool if we went on a winter picnic," Sam revealed his plan as they walked out to his truck. He opened the door for his wife and helped her in before getting in himself and starting the truck. "It'll kind of be like the dates we went on when we were first getting together...when I'd selfishly drag you away from your studies and the stage to get you alone. We'd spend our night under the stars talking about everything we wanted for our futures and make plans on how to get it." Sam reached over and placed his hand over Rachel's and glanced away from the road to look at her. "I was hoping we could maybe do that tonight. You know, make new plans?"

[aspiringrachel]

You have me blushing. They find it unappealing? All I can think of is what it would be like to kiss you. Comic books are never something to judge a person on. I don’t really read them myself but the art form is amazing and they work hard. I am sure they are amazing, like you are. 

[saminboston]

Oh, wow. Now I'm blushing. You know, miss, if you wanted, you could kiss me right now to see what it's like. I wouldn't mind. You're a girl who accepts a guy's comic book habit? You must really be the girl for me. I know I'm moving awfully fast, but I think I might have a ring that'll fit your pretty little finger if you'd like to wear it. 

[aspiringrachel]

Private || Samchel

[aspiringrachel]

I am sure that I have given you a fair share of headaches over the years. I am just glad that you see something you want to keep around. That you love me after knowing all of the secrets I never wanted to keep. 

[saminboston]

Hmm. I guess you have. But you're so good at making my headaches go away it's easy to forget  all the times you've given me one. Consider it your superpower. I'm glad that you want to keep me around. I feel like an idiot for ever thinking I could live without you.

[aspiringrachel]

As beautiful as me? Now you are quite the charmer. I am sure you have girls falling over their feet just to be near you. 

[saminboston]

Yes, as beautiful as you. It's not charm, just simple honesty, miss. You'd be surprised. I think some girls find my trouty mouth unappealing. Or maybe it's my comic book collection? For what it's worth, I know it can't be my impressions, because those are first rate.

[aspiringrachel]

Private || Samchel

[aspiringrachel]

I know I am more than that. If you only wanted one of those you would have married someone else and things would have been simpler but there are times when I play that part for you. And I like it. I like seeing your label have success. I know, I know. I love you and I am happy, I have you back.

[saminboston]

Simpler maybe, but those type of women give me a headache. I can't lie though, I really do enjoy showing you off when I get a chance. You're quite the catch, you know. I'm pretty sure everyone who knows anything about me is surprised I've done so well. 

[aspiringrachel]

All your life, that seems like a long time to just settle with me.

[saminboston]

It is a long time, but I think you just know when you meet the right person, don't you? I mean where else am I going to meet a girl as beautiful as you?

[aspiringrachel]

Oh, Happy Holidays

[saminboston]

TAGGING: Sam Evans & Rachel Berry Evans

LOCATION: The Evans Household

DATE & TIME: Monday, December 23rd, 2013, Evening

NOTES: Rachel picks up a birthday present from Sam

RACHEL

Rachel never let their physical relationship define them, sure there were little tells that showed her that they were, or that they used to be completely comfortable around each other. She would lean into his touch because she felt safe around him. Habits became hard to break after five years of just being with a person and maybe for her it was harder because this was all she knew. Her original plan didn’t involve a guy until she had already won a Tony but Sam came in and she began making all of these plans that crumbled around them now. That wasn’t the focus for tonight, though. Tonight was about feeling something because walking around like a zombie was easier when your heart still lived in a house that you were terrified to open the door to. He the guy who could make a girl who had everything to say completely speechless and Rachel needed that back. She needed him and part of her was afraid that she always would. Even after their separation. 

Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist when he made the move to their bedroom. Their old bedroom. She would always thank the extensive dance classes for her flexibility and they had taken advantage of it over the years but she didn’t know what tonight had in store for them. Her lips attached to the sensitive skin of his neck as he moved them, sucking, biting and soothing just to get that reaction out him, her name mumbled off his lips or the groan that told her he couldn’t take it any more. Teasing him to the point he had to do something about it was a good habit of hers she wouldn’t let go of. That look in his eyes could practically make her panties fall off. 

There was a small giggle that left her lips at his remark. He said that once when she had been wearing nothing but his t-shirt. It always made her feel loved when he would treat her like this, never did she doubt that his feelings for her ran deep. As deep as her love for him. Her back hit the bed and she couldn’t even begin to put in to words what being with him was like. It was breathing, it was everything that you were meant to find with the one you love and her body pressed up into trying to feel that connection. Most people would say that she was dominant in every aspect of her life but she didn’t want to control things anymore because it just became one huge mess. Her hands threaded through his hair as they continued to kiss like it was the only thing that kept them alive. She had always loved playing with his hair, messing it up and looking over at him and knowing that she was the one that did it too him.

A hand slipped down his toned body and she would forever grateful that he took care of his body the way he did. Her finger tips rested beneath his under shirt, tracing idle patterns on his skin just to feel him closer. “Always too many clothes,” she mumbled against his lips and her other hand pulled at his shirt. The necessity he stopped his kiss, pulling on his bottom lip as she breathed for a moment. His shirt was discarded somewhere in the room, her brain wasn’t functioning enough to even bother to care anymore. Rachel needed to get lost in this, in him. At least for the night. 

SAM

Rachel never failed to rile Sam up and push his buttons. While that had led to many an argument between them during the last few months, there was another type of riling and button-pushing that his wife was all too good at, a type of riling and button-pushing that left Sam wanting nothing more than to drag her down to the nearest flat surface and have his way with her. As she kissed and bit and sucked against that spot along his neck, Sam swore under his breath. He knew he'd have a love bite right beneath his collar and as he shaved in front of the mirror the next morning, he'd think of her and how much she'd wanted him, he'd have the proof of it on his body...and that, well that did more for Sam than words ever could.

A bad habit, engrained after years of dating women who said one thing but did another, Sam couldn't help but believe in actions more than words. It was another cause for all of their arguing, because no matter how much Rachel would say she loved him and wanted to be with him, he had a hard time believing that her willingness and desire to give up the life they'd built and planned together in Boston to run off to New York to pursue her career was anything but a clear sign that her feelings for him weren't as strong as they once were.

But, tonight, with his wife in his arms, clinging to him, kissing him, giggling at his compliments, and eagerly pushing his clothing off...her feelings for him seemed rather clear. When they weren't talking, things were fine. Sam knew they'd eventually have to talk and the disagreements would still be there in the light of the day, but for tonight...tonight only, they could stop talking and listen to what their bodies were telling them. Despite being apart for months and incessantly arguing for even longer...their love for each other wasn't fading. Not one bit.

[saminboston]

aspiringrachel said: 

Searching for a friendly face, I guess

Oh, really? Do I qualify? Because I've been looking for a nice girl like you all my life. It'd be nice if I could stop looking. 

[aspiringrachel]

Private || Samchel

[aspiringrachel]

Samuel Evans, I hate it when you get like this. I wish you could see yourself the way I do and I am gonna spend every day of my life trying to get you to see it. I am married to a handsome man, who is talented and knows how to work with people. They trust you with their music, which can be the most secret part of a person and I know how your artists admire you. I hear their chatter while I am being your trophy wife. I wish you saw that, when you walk into a room, people want to talk to you and you are a true gentleman. How many people in the 21st Century still open doors for women, or pull out their chair? You are amazing, and you deserve happiness. I hope you can find that with me.

[saminboston]

Hey, you're more than just my trophy wife. You're my wife, my partner, my best friend and you deserve happiness just as much as I do, more so even. 

[saminboston]

Hey there, Handsome.

Hey there, Beautiful.

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?

[msmarleyrosey]

Why do people think hot chocolate should be reserved only for cold winter days?

[msmarleyrosey]

Brownie points are always good. Thank you, Sam. It’s a nice change for once. Well, that’s good. As long as you two are talking and working through things, I think that’s great. Communication is key, no matter what.

[saminboston]

You work way too hard if you want my opinion. Both you and Mike deserve a break. You should convince him to whisk you away somewhere too. Yeah, Rachel and I have never really had a problem with communicating. I mean we talk about the same issues over and over again and never seem to come up with a real solution, but I guess we're just learning to accept that if we want to be together neither of us can get our way 100%. 

[aspiringrachel]

Private || Samchel

[aspiringrachel]

The thing is I’m yours. Your wife, completely and I know with everything that we have been through lately, it might be hard for you to believe that I want to stick around. Yes, Broadway, musical theater means so much to me. I need you. I always have. You’re my rock, my place where I can just be and I don’t have to worry about anything. You are the love of my life and I could become a Tony Award Winning actress but if you weren’t in the audience, it would kill me. I know we have different priorities with career and family but I still love you, I want to grow old with you and hear you tell our grand children horrible jokes but I will laugh every time. I don’t think you realize how much I love you, how much I want you in my life.

[saminboston]

Do you think you could just tell me all of that everyday for the rest of our lives? I love that you feel that way about me. I guess it's just hard for me to believe sometimes partially because of our mixed up priorities, but mostly because I don't always feel deserving of it. 

[msmarleyrosey]

Why do people think hot chocolate should be reserved only for cold winter days?

[msmarleyrosey]

  Right? I’m sure she’d love that. If Mike said he wanted to go down south for a while, I don’t think I could ever say no. I’ve been pretty good lately. Work’s been alright since we’ve had some snow days, so that’s given me some time to relax and not worry about much except for how high our gas bill is going to be after having the heat cranked up. How’re you and Rachel doing?

[saminboston]

I just might do that then. I could use some brownie points. I'm glad things have been good for you though and that you've been relaxing a bit. Rachel and I are good...you know, as good as things can be considering we were in the process of getting a divorce last month.

[cheeriokittykat]

Is that your half assed way of calling me fat, Samster?

[saminboston]

No, of course not. I mean the gyms are always packed in January for a reason.

[cheeriokittykat]

I have never been so exhausted in my life. I seriously might want to rethink spending nearly four hours at the gym next time. There is absolutely no way that I am cooking dinner tonight.

[saminboston]

Four hours? You're starting to make me feel like I'm slacking. I don't think I'd be doing much of anything after that either. What's got you so dedicated to working out? Trying to work off the holiday weight?

[msmarleyrosey]

Why do people think hot chocolate should be reserved only for cold winter days?

[msmarleyrosey]

I swear it feels like this is the coldest winter we’ve had in years. I can handle the cold, but this is insane. A vacation to Florida or even just Myrtle Beach in South Carolina sounds really nice. We all deserve a little break from this weather even if just for a week.

[saminboston]

Florida sounds kind of amazing right now. Maybe I'll surprise Rachel with a trip this winter. It'd do us some good to get away from the cold. i feel like I haven't talked to you in forever though. Instead of talking about the weather we should be catching up. How've you been lately?

[aspiringrachel]

Private || Samchel

[aspiringrachel]

I would rather that you came with me to New York but your work is here in Boston and you know how much I have wanted this. I know what sort of position it puts you in, I know that I come off selfish with this but give me some time. I’m always gonna be coming home to you, if you want me too. 

[saminboston]

Of course I want you to come back to me. That's kind of the idea right...you set her free and if she comes back to you, she's yours? I don't want to hold you back from what you want, Rach. I never did. I just...honestly it kind of freaks me out...I worry that we'll grow apart. You'll fall even more in love with New york and eventually Broadway and eventually you'll stop needing me as much as I need you.