A/N: This is a story based on a prompt from ZeeJack. This woman is like, the best and most loyal reviewer ever and one of my best Tumblr friends, bar none. She asked for "Samcedes smut and fluff," so that's exactly what I wrote...nothing more and nothing less lol.

While you read this, please imagine Sam speaking the dialogue out loud and pouring out his heart to somebody about the things weighing on his mind. I never really figured out who that somebody is…but I could hazard a few theories.

It could be Puck…because I have this headcanon where the 'Zilla is Sam's favorite person to ask for advice and get stuff off his chest. If you read WIW or finished PA then you already know this about me.

Or maybe Kurt…this story is set during Season 3, after Hold on To Sixteen. And since they were sharing a house and had former closeness with Mercedes in common, it could have happened.

Rory could be plausible. Sam and Rory were cool…and when Sam took the Irish boy home with him to Kentucky for Christmas this right here might have totally come up.

It's also possible that the person Sam's talking to is Mike. I don't know where I came up with the idea that Mike and Sam are best friends, but that's what I think…

Either way, this thing is about a hurting boy who needs somebody to tell his most embarrassing and pressing secrets to. He's getting something off his chest, and I hope everybody's here for it.

Illyandyandra was a total rock star for helping me out with this one today...She cleaned it up so fast I literally got nothing done in the time it took her to return it. Thanks Illy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Dream On

So it's late, and I'm outside sittin' in a hot tub, right?

..Before I go on; you need to know that sometimes I'm in a bathtub, sometimes it's a pool…and this one time I was drivin' through a car wash with all the windows wide open. But wherever I am, it's always wet and I always start out all by myself…

So anyway, I'm in this hot tub…and it's like, built into the ground in this secluded forest-y kinda place. The water all around me is super warm, and the jets are goin' full blast so everything's bubblin' and lappin' all around my naked body. I'm sittin' between two of 'em, so I reach out a little bit so I can feel the spray and let the vibrations from the water tickle my palm. I think I might be somewhere in the South and the season must be summertime, because there are all these magnolia trees everywhere with the flowers in full bloom. And I inhale real slow to get a waft of sweet honeysuckle, mixed with freshly mown grass, and somethin' else really sweet that can almost put my finger on but not really.

While my hand is still out, I notice that there's this human foot floating along beside it in the water. Also, I see the beginnings of this sexy slender ankle, even though the rest of the leg is still below the water. The ankle is connected to this small foot with these tiny toes wigglin' around sort of lazy-like. I don't freak out thinkin' there's a dead body in there with me or anything, because like I said, the toes are wigglin' and whoever it is obviously ain't dead. And for some reason, I don't even look any further to see the person the foot belongs to. I just watch it float while the toes keep on wigglin'. Now, I don't have any kinda foot fetish or anything; normally I don't think feet are really all that sexy. But this foot was super fucking cute. It was small, brown, and perfectly formed just like a doll's. The toes are short and chubby with these long-ish nails painted a really light shade of coral pink, and I get this serious urge to touch it. So I do.

I run my fingers lightly over the sole; like, all the way from toe to heel. And I'm shocked that the foot feels so soft against my skin. The thing downright silky. And I wanted more contact, so I laid my palm against it so I could start doin' a light massage.

So whoever the foot belongs to doesn't flinch, okay? Doesn't creep away, nobody yells "rapist" or anything… Actually, the foot starts movin' closer to me; because all of a sudden I can hold it in both of my hands. So I kept on massagin'; with my left one I stroke the ankle and run my finger between the digits. And with my right one I rub small circles into the pads underneath.

So I'm gradually pullin' the foot closer and closer to me, and eventually the other foot joins the first one in my hands. They're so damn cute I can't help but smile, and I rest them against my chest so I can feel 'em better and get a closer look. And I'm really enjoyin' the fact that now I can see more of the legs that are attached to the feet. I see these sturdy, muscular calves…they're slightly bigger than the ones most of the girls I've dated have, but I know they belong to a female because the skin is all smooth… and like I said, the toenails are polished. Anyway, they're perfect for me 'cause I like big legs on a girl. My hands are still stroking the feet, but I let one of 'em creep higher on the leg, just enough to touch those calves a little bit.

Remember that smell I talked about before? The one that seemed familiar but I couldn't tell exactly what it was? Well, it was closer to me now. And I could identify more of what it smelled like. Like I said, the scent was kinda sweet, like chocolate or cocoa butter…actually; now that I think about it, it was closer to how white chocolate smells. And underneath that was this real nutty aroma…something almost like coconut or pecans. And I just can't resist it; I become completely powerless over this scent. It smelled like the most decadent and rich desert I'd ever put in my mouth or somethin', and I wanted to get closer. So I bent over and inhaled deeply so I could take in more of whatever that smell was, coming from those cute toes resting against my chest.

I nuzzle the toes with the tip of my nose and they wiggle a little like an invitation; so I stick my tongue out and give one of 'em a lick. Just a small lick… I'm not a pervert or anything. And I'd never go all "toe-sucking" on a girl without permission or at least some kind of warning.

Not even in a…

Well, I'll get into that later. Do you know how sometimes you eat something that looks and smells better than it tastes? Like when a fancy-ass wedding cake looks like a wet dream made from sugar, but it only tastes "okay?" Well, this toe was exactly the opposite. This toe tasted like homemade vanilla bean ice cream that's been drizzled with salted caramel and melted butterscotch. Then topped with roasted almonds and cheesecake filling instead of whipped cream as well as three cherries on top. I couldn't help myself; I ran my tongue along those pretty toes over and over and over again.

So my mouth was occupied, okay? Busy sucking and licking 'em, one right after the other. I was moaning' and my hands were touchin' everywhere my tongue couldn't reach. But my eyes never left those sexy legs. I hadn't seen much of 'em, to be honest… but I was already fascinated. All that pretty brown skin…

More and more of those legs appeared in front of me gradually; I guess the rest of the person they belonged to was still down underneath the water. I saw these slightly dimply brown knees, along with these gorgeous juicy thighs; and all I could think about was the fact that all this delicious-lookin' and –smellin' flesh was sittin' right there for me to taste.

I nibbled my way from sexy toes to soft heels, then sucked lightly from her ankles to her shin. I licked behind those knees, and planted kisses further up and further up, until I realized I was nestled right in between those thighs. I stroked and caressed, fondled and tickled all of that sexy brown skin; wantin' so bad to thank the woman they belonged to for lettin' me enjoy them. But somethin' was wrong with me and I couldn't get my mouth to talk.

Oh, and by the way… I found out that I was actually right, and the body did belong to a female. She had girl parts down below, and her pussy looked like some kind of flower in bloom. She smelled fresher and sweeter than even the nighttime, country, southern, summer air, and I swear I was scared as hell that she'd close her legs before I got done gawkin' and starin' at it. When I realized that I hadn't even seen the face of the person whose body I was so busy playin' with, I looked up…and got totally disappointed. Not because the face wasn't beautiful. I found out later that it most definitely was…I was just disappointed because I couldn't see it. Her head was turned away, and all I could see was her face in profile. I was able to make out the outline of these beautiful and full lips, one big brown eye, and one adorable puffy cheekbone. Her hair was long and black…waist length at least, and she raised a short finger to her lips…still lookin' away from me. I took this to mean she didn't want me talkin' even if I could.

Her body was amazin'…she was naked too, you see. My hands were itchin' to touch the soft lookin' column of her neck, and her shoulders were all delicate and softly slopin' in; they were the kind of shoulders that graze a guy's cheek lightly when he nuzzles into the crook of his lady's neck. Ain't no sharp turns or 90 degree angles on this body; that's for damn sure! I saw the tops of these amazing breasts suspended in water; and a couple of times she moved enough for me to get a view of these big brown nipples, all puckered up from the moisture. Some of her belly protruded from where she rested, and the skin looked like melted chocolate being poured. The whole time I gawked, she lay there in silence focusin' on the sky, or whatever it was that kept her from lookin' directly at me.

My hands moved on their own across her hips and over her stomach, because by that time I realized that me and this girl didn't need to talk to understand each other. She wanted my touches and kisses just as much as I wanted to kiss and touch her. So I did. I roamed my hands underneath her tits, and across her side, along her arms and I even intertwined our fingers together. But the touchin' wasn't enough. I needed to kiss her; taste as much of this woman as she would let me, and be as close to her as she'd permit. So I kissed her neck. Just one open-mouthed kiss that left my ass almost breathless. See, you gotta understand, that the skin on that soft and beautiful neck was the most amazin' skin I'd ever pressed my lips against. It was warm, and pliable… it totally seemed to melt right into my face. I felt like that neck was a part of me, and didn't really want to snatch my lips away. But when I did it anyway I took a second to lick my lips, and see if they tasted like the rest of her. And it did…sweet, delicious; and I'm just gonna go ahead and say it, she tasted like mine…

I bent back over and resumed smoochin' her neck, okay. Just her neck. But I felt almost like I was cheatin' myself. And it wasn't long before my kisses turned to licks. Can you picture me goin' all shaggy dog and lickin' a girl's neck like an ice cream cone? Well, I can…and it didn't stop at her neck either. I licked behind her ear, I laved between her tits and sucked her nipples. I planted love bites on her belly and I nipped at the flesh along her hipbone. But when my hands circled around that fleshy waist and felt the curve of that soft bottom resting on the floor of the hot tub; I was done being polite.

So I bent my head, right? Got comfortable between those perfect thighs. I didn't want her to think I was the type to just dive into somebody's sex parts without like, tryin' to get to know them first, so I looked up for just a second. For the first time the girl was looking directly at me. I crawled up her body and took some time to study her face…she let me do it and wasn't even creeped out by all my starin'. She was really gorgeous…stunning, even. Large brown eyes as kind as Bambi's. Full cheekbones that seemed to smile even when her lips weren't formin' one. Lips that pouted at me and made me thirsty for a kiss… For some reason I still didn't recognize the girl, but I did recognize her voice. She opened her mouth to speak just one word, and frankly that one word was all I needed to hear…

"Please?"

In that one little syllable, this girl managed to make me feel like she loved me, that she missed me, and that she wanted me as much as I wanted her all in the same breath. Her voice was like a melody and it melted all over my body; made my skin feel even warmer than the water from the hot tub did.

Like I already said, I recognized that voice. That voice was the same one that beckoned me to join Glee Club when it sang the hook to Empire State of Mind. This was the voice of the angel who sang River Deep/Mountain High with Santana and made me forget I ever even played football. This was the same voice that whispered in my ear durin' those times over the summer when pain overwhelmed me or life overworked me. This was the cooin' voice that reminded me of bells chimin', crystal tinklin', and rain fallin' on the pavement. This was the voice of the woman I missed every fuckin' day and dreamed of every fuckin' night. When I recognized that amazin' voice, every bit of awkwardness, every ounce of discomfort and every drop of worry left my body all at once. All of a sudden I felt as light and fluid as the water lappin' all around me and the only thought on my mind was making Mercedes feel as happy as she had just made me.

So I worked my way back down her body and got comfortable between her legs once again.

…On a side note, it was really hot how Mercedes' body seemed to be suspended just below the surface of the water just for me. She drifted and floated real easy, and her eyes were closed like she was almost relaxed enough to take a nap...

Anyway, I bent my head and spent a few minutes just gazin' at her pussy. I already told you how beautiful it was to look at…not that I have that many to compare it to. Her folds were plump and she'd removed all the hair down there. The tiny little bud of her clitoris was engorged and swollen and I couldn't tell whether the wetness she gleamed with in the moonlight was because of the water or arousal. I touched her, just a little…with my closed lips and gave her a kiss.

At this point I was pretty much all ready to go to town, okay? I really wanted to taste her again, because it had been so fuckin' long! But I also felt a little bit cheated, too. I hadn't been able to kiss her lips…she hadn't let me yet. And it was pretty obvious, that for the time being the ones below her waist was as close as I was gonna get. I shook off the thought, though…made up my mind to make the most of what I could get. So I took my time and started smoochin' around her clit. I went slow, and didn't skip a single morsel of that pink and sensitive flesh. I'd find a spot, plant my lips there, then lick and suck at it briefly before movin' my lips a millimeter to the left or right. Repeat as necessary… I must have circled her clit eight or nine times like that before I realized Mercedes was movin' her tiny little hands toward me. She hadn't touched me yet; I probably should mentioned that part, too. But she was caressin' her own body the same the way I would have if I-da had more hands. She used them, eyes still closed, to stroke her neck, caress her shoulders, finger her nipples, cup the fullness of her breasts, rub her stomach, and finally dip in between her own two legs. My baby allowed those beautiful hands to rest in the crease of her thighs, then tiptoed her fingers lightly across her outer labia. Just as I planted a buncha new kisses to her sex, she pressed inward so that I felt her inner labia close around my lips. I chose to interpret this as her way of kissin' me back.

Then she removed her hands, placed them on the back of my head and nodded permission for me to have fun. I opened my mouth slightly more, and grazed Mercedes' vagina with the tip of my tongue softly. I tasted peaches, honey, and something slightly tangy like pineapples. It only made me want more, so I opened up wide and placed all these sloppy licks everywhere I could reach.

I'm not gonna lie…I don't really consider myself to be like, hella good at doing this. Not because I don't like it… I mean, come on, have you seen my lips? I'm all over that oral fixation stuff. And I'm pretty much down to try anything once, just on GP…but in this scenario, I haven't really had a lot of practice. At least not yet. I've only really gone down on one girl in my lifetime, and she and I were learnin' all that stuff together. I know what pleases her; she and I had just enough time together before I left the state for the two of us to get real familiar with makin' one another real happy. But with the water splashin' softly and the cicadas chirpin' in the distance, I had a moment of real fear that I'd ruin this beautiful night by doing somethin' wrong.

In retrospect I shouldn't have, though. I remembered how much Mercedes loved it when I trailed these long circular licks all around her clitoris, takin' the time to trace her over and over and over again. I remembered the way she used to gasp and grip me when I used my fingers to lightly probe her hole; eventually slidin' in and out, in and out rhythmically while I tasted her love juices. I remembered the way she loved it when I used the broad side of my tongue to paint her folds and slick her up with my saliva while takin' all her wetness into my mouth; remembered savorin' her flavor and encouragin' my girl to keep comin', keep drippin'…all over my lips. I remembered the way Mercedes screamed for me all those times I placed my lips right around her clit and gently began to suck; still slippin' in and out of her pussy with my two biggest fingers, still usin' my tongue to massage the hood from between my lips, still lettin' her wet me up with her honey. I remembered knowin' that my chin would be all slick and shiny with her offerin' when I finally came up for air and anticipatin' that moment when I could lick away the traces of her body's gift to me. I remembered how she gripped and tightened around my fingers when her walls began to spasm and her clit jerked around in my mouth as the first wave of pleasure hit her body. I remembered how much she loved it when I took the opportunity to get as close to her as humanly possible; mashin' my face against her pussy, takin' my fingers from her vagina, and replacin' them with my tongue. I knew exactly how to move my face from side to side, inching in little bit by little bit as she coated the inside of my mouth with her creamy secretions. I was happy to slide my hands up her beautiful thighs, along her hip bone, over her stomach and under tits…squeezin' gently and pinchin' her nipples with the same wet fingers I'd just taken from her snatch. I recalled all the times my baby had ground her hips into my face while squealin' my name out loud and lettin' the whole world know who her man was. I remembered how to nuzzle her, gently, using my closed mouth…kissin' and breathin' shallow breaths across her sex to make sure she came down from her high slowly. Givin' her a chance to land as softly as possible. I used to mutter and whisper right into her pussy all the reasons why I love pleasin' her so much…tellin' Mercedes why she deserved to feel beautiful every fuckin' day and every fuckin' night of her natural born life. I'd beg like Keith Sweat…singin' "please baby please, don't share this with another man" as she cursed and trembled underneath me. And I felt absolutely no shame…I was hers, and in those moments, she was mine…

I remembered all of this as I pleased this odd mystery Mercedes who'd only spoken one word to me. And as I coaxed her through the last tremors and waited for her body to relax itself, I had this thought. I decided I didn't want to become "better" at eating pussy. I didn't want to learn how to please other women. 'Cause this one belonged to me. I knew what she loved, and I enjoyed the fuck out of giving it to her. So I made up my mind to be patient and wait. This body was the only one I was okay with touching…

Mystery Cedes finally spoke again, while I daydreamed and kissed my pussy some more.

"Kiss me?"

And for a second I was startled because that was already what I was doin'. But I realized that A) my girl was askin' to feel my lips on her actual mouth, and B) she was finally talkin' to me. So I placed a sweet, partin' smooch on her mons, and slowly made my way up. I paused briefly to lick her nipples one more time…since they tasted like the cream I'd rubbed into the flesh there; but the kiss I finally received when I got to my destination was worth the fuckin' wait. We sipped at one another's lips. Drank from them. I sucked her tongue into my mouth. She licked and licked my bottom lip. I tasted the moonlight inside her mouth…she moaned into me and cupped my cheek lovingly. Despite takin' my fill earlier, I was a hungry man who needed to devour the lips I'd been cravin'. When we caught our breath I realized we'd somehow moved to the edge of the hot tub. Mercedes was sittin' on the rim and I'd parted her legs to stand in between 'em. She roamed her tiny hands across the muscles of my back and shoulders; I cupped her lower body, stroking the ass I used to feel on every damn day. I gathered the flesh of her hips and caressed her thighs; she drew light circles into the tiny bud of my nipples…still kissin'... we never stopped kissin'.

I wrapped her legs around my waist; happy to find out that I still fit in between them seamlessly. I loved having proof that this was my place and my place alone. I wrenched my mouth away from hers to bite softly into her neck, whimpered quietly in anticipation, then slid home. Sam Evans was finally back home.

What happened next was beautiful and amazin'. It was musical and surprisin'. It was like my relationship with Mercedes, actually…somethin' I never expected but craved somethin' fierce. We sang together…in perfect harmony as our bodies resumed the dance we'd done together so many times before.

"I was scared to speak; if I talked I thought you'd leave…" she started.

"Please speak to me; no fear, I'd never set you free…" I returned.

Together we sang, "I miss you, I miss you, I miss you…" over and over again while she accepted me into her warm wetness and we each cried softly. Her body was squeezin' me so tight I could barely draw breath...and still, we sang.

Mercedes sang, "I finally have you back and I was scared you'd go away..."

My turn, "I understand, you're frightened; but this time I'm here to stay..."

Together we declared "I need you, I need you, I need you…" again and again as I kissed the tears away from the eyes I'd missed so much.

"You're my dream, every night; Sam my love, please stay here…"

"You're my gift, every day; Mercedes, I always need you near…"

Together again we sang, "I adore you, I adore you, I adore you…" Melting voices, melting bodies, melting hearts…I couldn't tell Mercedes from myself in that moment and it was complete and total bliss. Our bodies moved together in a dance older than time as the song washed over us slick and water like the water we bathed in.

"You belong with me, and I belong with you…"

"You'll always be my blessing, and I know God gave me you…"

Together we chorused, "I love, I love you, I love you…" Hips pumping, bodies crashing, hands stroking, sweat mixin', passion soaring…

Finally we sang the rest as a couple. The serenade to end all serenades…I told her how I felt, she returned the words exactly. It was our own special love poem, memorized and recited as one. This song was every ounce of the discomfort I'd felt since the two of us parted ways. This song was every emotion in my body that I'd tried to forget since I left Mercedes last summer. When it came out I know I shut down completely… but I didn't regret one word.

"Because you're mine and I am yours I know we'll see this through…."

"One day well reunite, and we'll prove this love is true…"

"The things that came between us will be gone and I'll be you…"

And it was in that exact moment that I woke up… again! With sticky sheets, sweating hard and tears running down my cheeks…again! I caught my breath, because I'd been crying while I dreamt; and couldn't look at myself in the dresser mirror because I was such a goddamn pussy. I turned my head and saw the corkboard where I hung all my old pictures and mementoes from McKinley…it was nailed to the wall beside these two school portraits I stole out of Mercedes' room when I found out I was leaving the state. One of them was her Cheerio! Football program photo… the one where she was kneeling down on the gym floor. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony and she was holding her pom-poms; hands propped up on her hips. She was smiling like a looney bird and had one leg bent at the knee, looking totally happy and content. The other one was a regular old class picture; she'd worn a colorful shirt that day and was holding this solitary flower for some reason or another. Her lips were glossed in this soft reddish brown color, and this picture was the only reason I regretted not sacrificing money for a yearbook last year. Both of them were framed and I made sure to give them each a kiss everyday.

Tacked to the actual corkboard was our Prom photo; it was the only thing up there with my own face on it. In the picture, I smirked happily as I wrapped an arm around Mercedes. I'd folded the picture back so that Rachel's image was hidden –tacked unceremoniously to the cork- so it looked like Mercedes and I took a picture alone.

I guess in some ways my relationship with Mercedes was a lot like those bloggers on that Tumblr website…See, most of them sign up so they can blog about something they love; porn, or nail art, or sexy redheads. Whatever floats their boat…But they end up following all these other blogs that have nothing to do with what they say they're the most interested in. So these people start out all into it for the recipes or Dr. Who…and end up staying for the thin privilege or BDSM. Our love was just like that: I came for the company and friendship, and she came for the laughs and the entertainment. But we stuck around because we fell in love.

After the dream was over and I'd had a minute to calm down, I promised myself a few things. I made up mind to find Mercedes and someday get our sexy duet. I decided that one day I'd make love to her while she lay dripping and soaking wet in the moonilight. And for the fifty- or sixtieth time, I told myself that I'd figure out a way to get back to Lima before another summer began. A way to get Mercedes Jones back in my arms once and for all... And that right there is exactly why I'm fighting so damned hard…

The End

A/N: Okay, that's enough of that. I was crying there towards the end of this thing. I managed to simultaneously give myself Glee and High School Musical feels (it was the song-lust that did it; and y'all know Troy and Gabrielle were the shit).

I made my own self sad as hell over Samcedes.

What is my life?

Anyway, one more chapter is coming, from Mercedes' point of view. Shouldn't take me more than a few weeks to get it right. I hope you guys dig it; I know I do…