Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the people mentioned here...

I was inspired after watching 4x04 and seeing spoilers for 4x05... as far as I'm concerned, seeing as Sam and Mercedes weren't in the breakup episode, they're still together.

First time writing smut, so yeah. We'll see how this goes.

Amber threw down the thick document with a frustrated scream.

"Babe?"

She turned and faced her boyfriend who was giving her a curious look.

"Did you read this shit? Have you seen the script for the episode?"

Drying his hands on a dishtowel, Chord walked over to the kitchen table to see what had her so upset. He swung the now damp fabric over his shoulder and picked up the paper.

"Go to page 83," she grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest.

Chord did as he was told and shook his head as he read.

"Idiots," he mumbled to himself.

"Can you believe that? They had us go through all that build up last season to what? Act like nothing happened? Have Sam and Mercedes not acknowledge each other? What the HELL do these writers do? Are we watching the same show?"

Chord shook his head and dropped the file back on the table along with the dishcloth.

"Forget about it."

Amber threw him a shocked look.

"Forget ab-… are you serious?"

He crouched down and nodded.

"Yes, yes I am. Amber, we all know that Ryan and those guys aren't the most thorough. Honestly, I couldn't care less about those characters."

Amber's eyes widened.

"Chord, how can you say that? After all that –"

"I can say that," he interrupted, "because what happens on that set doesn't come close to what's happening behind the scenes. When they yell 'Action!' and we say those lines, that's their world. They're in control. But once they yell 'Cut!' and we walk away, it's ours."

Still in his crouched position, he put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, bringing himself in between her now open legs.

"When I get you back here, we continue the best storyline that's never been told."

She gasped when he began nibbling on her neck.

"Those clowns brought Sam and Mercy together and, even though they clearly won't finish what they started, I thank them for that –" he lightly bit her earlobe – "because it gave me an excuse to be near you in rehearsal. It gave me a chance to do this."

Amber placed her hands on his shoulders and moaned as he continued his slow assault.

"So when I say I couldn't care less about those characters," Chord said as he ran his hands up her skirt, "I mean it in the nicest possible way."

"Chord, I –" Amber began, cutting herself off with another moan as he cupped her sex.

"You what?" he said with a mischievous smirk.

"I – ohhhhh."

"You…" he said casually as he began stroking her through her panties, silently cheering at the dampness he found there.

She looked at him and frowned. "I can't think when you're doing that."

"Oh," he said as he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry. I'll stop."

"No!" Amber said, trying to close her legs in an attempt to keep his hand in position. "Don't you dare."

Chord smirked again and pushed her panties to the side, thrusting two fingers into her soaked pussy, relishing in the small squeak she let out.

"As you wish."

Amber bent her head down and covered his lips with her own, nibbling on his bottom lip as her hips rocked against her hand. A familiar tingle began to build in her stomach.

"Chord," she moaned against her mouth, "I need you."

Chord rocked back on his heels and unfastened his belt, watching Amber lick her lips. He wondered if she noticed when she did that. He'd have to bring it to her attention one day, but not now.

He reached into his pocket for protection before kicking off his pants and moving back over to her. When he reached for her again, Amber gently pushed his shoulders, the movement throwing him off balance and causing him to fall back on the tile floor. She slowly got off the chair and stood over him, smiling as she watched his eyes follow her movements. She lowered herself to the floor, straddling his legs and moaned as she made contact with his hardness.

Chord inhaled sharply as she began rocking against him, her lace panties creating a delicious friction with his hardness through his boxers. He gripped her hips and forced them to stop moving. Quickly losing control as she moaned in protest, he removed one of his hands to release himself from his underwear and used the other to tear hers off. "I'll buy you a new pair," he muttered, cutting off her reprimand before it began. He flipped them over so that she was on her back and rolled on the condom, burying himself in her with one swift thrust.

The two moaned as her warmth enveloped him and she felt the pulse of his fullness. Chord remained still for several seconds, struck by her tightness as always and groaned out a strangled "Fuck." He slowly withdrew, only to plunge deeply back into her with a flick of his hips. Amber gripped his biceps and wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out as the repeated drives made every inch of him hit every nerve she had. Her orgasm came in a rush and she screamed, running her fingers through his hair and tugging. The radiating pulse of her muscles combined with the sounds she was making propelled Chord to his own release and he groaned as he emptied himself inside of her.

He dropped his head to her shoulder and there was a moment of silence as the two struggled to catch their breath. The moment ended when he heard Amber begin to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked, raising himself to look at her.

"This. Us. I can't believe I was worried about fiction, when reality is so much better."

He smiled and the groaned as her laughter shook her body. His cock, which was still buried in her, began to spring back to life. Her laughter slowly died as she felt him harden and she raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

He grinned and bent his head to cover her lips with his own. "Really."