AN: I have no idea how this happened but I've been a huge Evanberry fan since before Finn and Rachel broke up and Sam breaking up with Quinn. I don't why considering that I like Finchel and I like Quinn with Sam cus I thought they were a very cute couple until recent events that are making me dislike Finn and Quinn. I honestly am starting to think that Finn doesn't deserve Rachel anymore and I will be pissed if the end they are endgame cus so far since the series began I cannot think of a time when I felt that he truly belonged with Rachel not even when Jesse was there and I am all up for some St. Berry and Puckelberry. I am hoping Jesse comes out again *fingers crossed* if not I want some Puckelberry, but Puck is too cute with Lauren that I want them together too. I am just hoping that maybe Sam and Rachel will connect in the show even if it's just being friends. Anyway back to the fic at hand it will be Evanberry with some Puckelberry and Pezberry friendship and maybe St. Berry friendship, but not sure. This will be completely in a way AU due to the plot I am putting in, so please bear with me.
"We have to get out here."
Her lungs burned with each breath she inhaled smoked filled them. Her eyes watered as she coughed once more. Sweat poured down her face. She continued to follow the male figure who had her hand clenched within his and was leading her way from the smoke. "I'm trying to find a way out." He said panting. Even through the frantic sound of her heart beat she heard his voice the hairs on the back of her neck rose as a shiver went down her spine. Her foot caught on the skirt of her dress causing her to stumble forward. The floor rushed up to meet her. She squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the impact, but it never came instead she felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her waist. Her eyes snapped open when she felt herself being pulled back up. "You must be careful. I don't want you getting hurt." She heard him whisper into her ear before he took another shaky breath.
She turned around in his arms to take a good look at him. His dark hair fell over his light green eyes and towered over her by nine inches or so. For a moment time slowed as her breath got caught in her lungs when she looked into his green eyes. "Where is Abraham?"
He shook his head. "We have to move. Zane is waiting for us."
"What happened to him! Why won't you tell me!" She asked hysterical, but the moment she was the pain and guilt in his eyes she knew the answer. Her hands fisted on his shirt as tears streamed down her face. She felt him hold her tightly against him. Her head buried on his chest. For a moment she thought it was her imagination when she felt something wet seep through her dress. She pulled away and placed one of her hands where the wet spot on her dress was and then looked at her hand to see it stained with crimson. "What?" she whispered confused until she looked at the man in front of her to see the white long sleeve shirt he was wearing was stained with crimson on his stomach area and it was still spreading. "You're bleeding." She said feeling dread wrap its fingers around her once more freezing her in place as she watched in horror as his eyes began to close and he collapsed on his knees. "No!" She caught his upper body just as it began to fall forward. "You can't leave me!"
"You have… to go." He gasped through the pain. "Zane is…waiting. He…will take you…somewhere safe."
"I'm not leaving you." She cried holding him tighter in her arms.
"You have to."
She met his gaze as his eyes closed. "I love you…," he took his final breath, "Rachel."
The scream that ripped from Rachel's lungs as she yelled his name echoed throughout the burning mansion and over the roaring flames that would soon consume them.
Rachel's back arched off the bed as she took a deep breath before kicking the sheets off her body. She looked around the dark room frantically expecting the man with green eyes to come out…and comfort her, but nothing came. "It's just a dream." She whispered to herself, but her heart continued to beat rapidly. Rachel sat up ignoring the strands of hair that clung to her face and reached for the glass of water on her night stand. She gulped down the water in less than 10 seconds before placing the glass back on the nightstand. Rachel drew up her knees and hugged them trying to push back the vivid images of the dream. The smoke, heat, blood and the man felt real to her even though she knew it was just a dream…it had to be. But she couldn't help, but feel that it was more than a dream. These dreams would constantly plague her and she couldn't know why. They started a month before Finn had broken up with her. It made no sense why such dreams would plague her or what could have happened to start all this. Now it's been a total of four months you would think she be used to them.
Rachel looked at the alarm clock on her night stand to see it was 3am. She had school tomorrow her first day of senior year, but she couldn't go back to sleep. She was sick of feeling dread when she slept. At times other dreams that had nothing to do with fire, blood or death would come to her, but they were scarce. It wasn't long until Rachel felt her eyes getting heavy once more, she couldn't help, but to notice that those green eyes in her dreams that have haunted her as of late looked familiar to someone she knew, but she couldn't put her finger on it for whenever she was to yell his name it fell to death ears. Rachel yawned pushing the thought aside as she fell to sleep once more curled up as a ball.
"Tell Samantha that I love her." A man with raven hair and sapphire eyes gasped through the pain as he lay in his own pool of blood. A few feet from him another man in his late forties or early fifties laid face down motionless in his own pool of blood. "Protect…Rachel." He said as he took his last breath.
"Abraham." He whispered and prayed that this was all a nightmare. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He barely registered the burning sensation from the wound on his stomach where a blade had cut through his skin moments ago. He choked on the smoke coming from the other room he could barely see the flames licking the doorway spreading into the room he was in due to the smoke. He blinked several times to clear his watery eyes. "I have to get to her." He thought frantically as he ran further from the room ignoring the pain from his wound. He cut through multiple rooms and hallways until he found her. There she was standing a few feet away from him. Her body shook with coughs. She looked fragile with her gown weighing her down as she tried to figure out which way to go. Her dark chocolate hair came down in slight curls barely gracing a bit below her shoulders. He couldn't see her face because her back was facing him. He stumbled over to her just when he was about to say her name she turned around. Her cinnamon eyes took him captive once more just like the other times before when he gazed into her eyes. For a moment the smoke and the roar of the fire ceased to exist as their surroundings faded away and only she remained as he continued to stare into her eyes. His hand moved at its own accord as it cupped her cheek gently in his palm. Just the touch of her skin against his sends a jolt through his fingertips spread down his arms all the way to the tips of his toes. His heart beats more rapidly as the hair on the back on his neck stand.
"We have to get out of here." He said coming back to reality as he grabbed her hand and began to lead her away further from the fire. "I'm trying to find a way out." He knew he didn't have to say it out loud she knew what he was doing, but somehow saying it made him feel a bit more confident. He quickens their pace hoping that they will find the way out soon, but a second later he feels more than sees when she trips without a second thought he wrapped his arms quickly around her waist before pulling her up. The feel of having her in his arms is a breath of fresh air because he knows that this nightmare is real. As long as he had her he knew he could get through anything. He watched her carefully as she turned around in her arms. By the questioning look in her eyes he already knows what she is going to ask, "Where is Abraham?"
He shook his head not knowing how to tell her that her older brother had been killed by her father. "We have to move. Zane is waiting for us."
"What happened to him! Why won't you tell me!" She asked hysterical. He felt guilt clawing at him when he didn't want to tell her the truth, but by the way her hands fisted on his shirt and the tears streamed down her face he knew that she knew. He offered comfort the only way he knew how by holding her tightly against his. He felt more than saw when she buried her face on his chest. For a moment the room around him began to spin as his vision darkened. He tried to focus his gaze on her when she pulled away from and placed one of her hands where a wet spot on her dress formed and then looked at her hand. "What?" she whispered confused. He watched worried as she looked at him in shock. "You're bleeding." He watched the horror forming in her gaze as she continued to look at him. He was confused until the the pain where he had been stabbed came back a tenfold. His eyes became too heavy to remain open as his knees gave out under him. "No!" He heard her scream as he felt her arms wrap around him. "You can't leave me!"
"You have… to go." He gasped through the pain. He needed her to survive if she didn't come out of this ordeal alive then everything he did would be for nothing, Abraham's sacrifice would be for nothing as well. "Zane is…waiting. He…will take you…somewhere safe."
"I'm not leaving you." She cried holding him tighter in her arms.
"You have to."
He met her gaze once more before his eyes closed. "I love you…," he took his final breath to whisper her name, "..." Even as his lips moved to say her name no sound came out.
Her screaming his name was the last thing he heard.
Sam sat up in his bed panting as his heart beat in a rapid pace. Sweat dripped down his forehead and chest. It took a moment for his heart beat to calm and his breathing to return to normal. The sun's rising rays poked through his window signaling it was morning already. "It was just a dream." He whispered to himself willing his hands to stop shaking. "The same dream again or at least I think it is...The same girl."
"Sam, darling." Someone knocked on his door before it opened and a head popped in. "It's time for you to get up. It's your first day of class again and you don't want to be late."
Sam met the surprise gaze of his grandmother. "I'm already up."
"This is a miracle." Anne stepped into the room until she was next to her grandson's bed and placed a hand on his forehead. "Are you sick?"
"I'm not grandma." Sam gently pulled her hand from his forehead and smiled up at her.
"You're sweaty." She frowned looking at him concerned.
"It's nothing." He pushed himself off the sweat soaked sheets and walked to his drawers pulling out a pair of jeans, boxers and a pair of socks before grabbing his towel from his closet. "I'm going to shower now."
"Okay Sammy. I'll have breakfast ready by the time you come downstairs." Anne smiled at her grandson before walking out the door out the room and giving him his space.
Sam looked at the closed door and contemplated telling his grandmother about his dreams since he couldn't turn to anyone else nor did he trust anyone more than her especially in this situation for they might think he's crazy, but instead decided against it as he headed into his bathroom.
It wasn't until he came out the shower and was done brushing his teeth. He looked into the mirror, but instead of seeing himself, images of the girl with dark chocolate hair and eyes the color of cinnamon or caramel plagued him. She looked familiar to him as if he had seen her, but couldn't place his finger on it. "Who is she?" Sam shook his head. "I must be losing my mind if I'm thinking about a girl that doesn't exist."
"Sam breakfast is ready!"
"Coming!" Sam ran out the bathroom and quickly grabbed a shirt from his closet. He was barely done putting it on when he reached the bottom of the stair case.
"How's my little hot Jewish American princess doing?" Puck asked as he walked up to Rachel who was putting her textbooks in her locker and taking out the ones she needed for her morning class.
"Morning Noah." Rachel placed a land over her mouth and yawned.
Puck frowned at the girl beside him. He didn't know if he ever heard her yawn before even when they were kids. She was always so energetic it was rare when she was down. He had no doubt that the others noticed as well that this past month Rachel seemed to be getting less energetic since after they won Nationals. Even so Rachel was never one to slack off in any way. "Ok Berry, be straight with me. What's going on? Are you still down about the whole Finn and Quinn thing?"
Rachel shook her head fighting back another yawn. "It's nothing of that sort. I'm just tired and I haven't been keeping up with my schedule as of late." She frowned holding her textbooks to her chest.
"Really?" Puck raised an eyebrow skeptical he knew how Rachel would do anything in her power to keep up with her rigorous schedule. Especially during the summer she had been too busy to hang out with him most of the summer. Even Kurt and Mercedes had called him filing complaints that Rachel was closing herself off again.
"This summer was horrible Noah." Rachel sighed. "I was busing trying to keep up with my singing and dancing lessons and then my workout sections. I tried to make time for Kurt and Mercedes when I could and then I had to also make times for you. Then there's that whole issue with not being able to truly get a nights rest."
Puck took the text books from Rachel's arms and gave her a smirk when she smiled at him gratefully. "What's this about you not being able to sleep? Like insomnia?"
"I didn't know you knew such a big word Noah." Rachel patted his cheek. "I'm so proud of you."
"Ha ha Rachel, very funny." Puck fought back another smirk. "Now quit avoiding the subject. Why can't you sleep?"
"It's nothing Noah."
"If you don't tell me I'm gonna have a talk with Leroy and Hiram telling them about this. They will cancel one of their business trips for you and stay with you until speak to them."
"You wouldn't dare tell daddy and dad." Rachel glared at Puck.
"Try me." Puck stopped walking and stared her down.
"Fine." Rachel sighed defeated. "I've been having nightmares."
"Nightmares?" Puck asked confused.
"It's all so confusing Noah. I'm running with someone. Something is burning and there's blood. Abraham is dead." She didn't notice the way Puck paled a bit at the mention of Abraham. "Zane is waiting for us." Puck gulped nervously feeling his palms become sweaty as the hairs on his arms stood up as if they had goose bumps. "Then…he dies in my arms."
"Who's he?" The question automatically slipped from Puck's mouth as he contemplated what Rachel had told him.
"I don't know his name. Whenever I'm about to say it nothing comes out." Rachel said with a faraway look in her eyes.
"Don't worry about it. There's a logical explanation." Puck forced a smile he wasn't feeling at the moment. There had to be it couldn't be possible that Rachel and him where having similar dreams surrounding a certain timeline. Maybe it was a coincidence that someone named Abraham who had a younger sister named Rachel was in his dreams and maybe it wasn't the same Abraham Rachel had been talking about. But then, why did Rachel mentioned someone called Zane? When he dreamed about Abraham and the other one named Samuel they would call him Zane. "This is too weird."
Puck snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Rachel. "What is it?"
"Who do you have for homeroom?"
"I got Mr. Schue this year."
"Me too." Rachel smiled excited. Puck smiled when he noticed the slight bounce in her step as they walked to 's classroom.
"Hey girl!" Mercedes waved from across the room to Rachel with Kurt who was sitting across from her. "I have seat here for you!"
Rachel smiled and was about to walk up to her, but froze when she saw who was sitting next to her. "Green eyes."
Puck looked at Rachel curiously when she didn't immediately walk toward Mercedes and Kurt, but remained standing still by the doorway. He followed her gaze to Sam Evans who was sitting next to Mercedes. The blond boy looked at Rachel wide eyed.
"Green…eyes." Rachel tried to shake the thought from her head. There were many people who had green eyes. "But not that shade…not his shade." Various images flashed through her head. Images that she had no clue where they came from, but knew in a certain level these were her memories.
"I love you."
His voice echoed through her head. "Marry me."
His name was at the tip of her tongue. "I won't let him hurt you. I will take you far from here."
"Samuel." The name slipped through her mouth as if she were in a trance. The name she couldn't remember when she woke from her dreams finally came to light.
Puck heard the name Rachel whispered. "It can't be." He whispered. Nothing was making any sense.
When walking into Mr. Schue's classroom Sam had been a bit nervous that there wouldn't be anyone he knew for his homeroom, but his worries were eased when he saw Mercedes waving at him. Without a second thought he took a next to the girl.
"Good morning." Mercedes said with a big smile. "I can't believe it's our senior year already!"
"I know. Maybe this year will be more relaxed since we won Nationals already." Sam couldn't help smiling at Mercedes feeling her high spirits rub off on him.
"I know! I can't believe we beat Vocal Adrenaline."
Kurt glided into the room ignoring the looks directed at him as he took a seat across from Sam and Mercedes. "Good morning." Kurt had returned to them last year before summer break and helped them against winning Vocal Adrenaline.
"Isn't someone extremely happy today?" Mercedes smirked at him.
"Who wouldn't be, it's our senior year."
"I think you know what I mean." Mercedes raised an eyebrow when they heard Kurt's phone vibrate.
Kurt met Mercedes gaze. "Aren't you going to look at it?" she asked.
"It can wait for later."
Sam looked between the both of them amused. "Is it Blaine?" he asked.
Mercedes smiled at him, while Kurt blushed. "I don't see the reason why you don't respond to the text. He might get the wrong impression."
"Sam has a point Kurt."
"I would if you won't make a huge deal out of it."
"I won't. My lips are sealed."
The hairs on the back of Sam's neck stood the moment she walked in. He had felt this way a couple times before, but thought nothing of it, thinking that it was Quinn that invoked those feelings within him. After all every time he felt them Quinn was there. He looked around the room expecting to see her, but there was no sign of her.
"Hey girl!" Mercedes waved excited when she saw Rachel entering the classroom with Puck across the room. "I have seat here for you!"
Sam looked the doorway it wasn't Noah Puckerman that caught his attention, but the small female with the amazing voice standing beside him. He heard her singing many times and he noticed that when he heard her voice he felt something soothing as if it were a caress, but he pushed those thoughts away and paid no attention to them when he was with Quinn and then with Santana. Something in him ached to hear her singing. The moment her cinnamon eyes met his, everything flew out the windows as his surroundings melted away. Images flashed through his mind many he knew that he never had experienced or done in his lifetime, but knew without a doubt they somehow belonged to him. "Dark chocolate hair and cinnamon eyes."
"Yes! I will marry you!" Her voice echoed through his head as clear as day.
"Don't ever leave me. Where ever you go I will follow shortly after."
"I wish for this moment to never end. I find myself constantly dreaming of the day will be able to sleep next to you and awake in your arms the next morning without fear." Pain he felt at the thought of losing her was unbearable.
Her name at the tip of his tongue, his fists clenched at his side and he sat frozen waiting for her to do the next move. "Rachel." He whispered her name sounding exquisite to him in many levels. Sam was too busy trying to sort out what was happening to him to notice the suspicious gleam in Kurt's eyes as he looked between him and Rachel before meeting the worried gaze of Noah Puckerman.
AN: Okay I kind of know where I am going with this and at the same time I don't. Tell me what you think so far by reviewing and I apologize for the grammatical errors.