Good God it has been forever since I've updated this fic! I told you guys if enough of you all enjoyed it I would continue with the fic. I had a few complications with getting it up, but my prompt BETA helped me get this out for you guys and I just want to thank you for that soo soo much! I do not own Glee. Enjoy!
"Goooooood Morning Ohio! Rise and shine it is a beautiful..." Once again she had to hear that stupid alarm to start the day all over again.
One day closer to the weekend she kept telling herself whilst taking her shower.
Looking for the perfect outfit she got dressed. She couldn't help but think about Mr. Evans as she sorted though her wardrobe. He was cute and she wanted to look her best, but you would never see her try to impress some guy. Even if he was tall, built, with the most amazing lips, and gorgeous eyes you could get lost in all day with, but he was her teacher and she would appreciate him from afar. Letting her hair down in curls and slipping on her heels Mercedes headed out for school.
Mercedes was standing at her locker with Quinn and Santana when she saw Mr. Evans walk into the building. "Someone's eyeing you." Quinn sang out the corner of her mouth earning herself a hip bump.
"Fabray, Lopez. Miss. Jones." She smiled at him, returning his gesture, when she felt two arms snake around her waist she flinched. Looking at the hands she laughed and turned around. "Finn!"
"What?"
Santana and Quinn noticed their subs face drop as he walked off to his room. They looked at each other with knowing looks, but left it alone.
"I wanted to give you your notes back."
"Okay so where are they?" She asked holding her hand out.
"They're being held captive until you give me a small kiss." The tall jock begged.
"Finn,"
"Please?" He pleaded with a pout as he shook her waist side to side making her giggle. "Please?"
"Fine!" She exclaimed through a chuckle. "One and that's it." He lowered himself to her and received a soft peck to the lips. "Notes please." She demanded as she pulled back and held her hand out.
He groaned and removed his hands from her waist to reach in his book. "Seriously?" She asked as he flipped through his loose leaf paper filled text book.
"What?" He responded handing her the paper.
"And there is food on here; Finn!" She kissed Santana and Quinn bye when she hear the bell ring. She went to class with Finn while the two wrapped their arms around each other waist and went to their class. "Evan's has it bad." Quinn claimed.
"Yep! He can't even hide it. Did you see his faceas soon as she interacted with Finn? He wants her."
"Yeah but baby don't do anything, just let it be." Quinn advised.
Santana groaned. "Fine."
"I swear that class is the worst." Mercedes whined."AP history is the most boring class ever. It's like signing up for a slow death sentence." Both girls linked arms with her and headed off to class.
Today when they walked into AP calculus Mercedes couldn't fight that feeling again. Seeing him with his sleeves pushed up while focusing on his papers she crossed her legs and stood still earning laughs from her best friends.
"Easy girl."Santana chuckled. Getting out of the way they walked to their seats.
"Oh no! No! No! Who is this? Who are you and where is Mr. Smith?" Rachel Berry cried as she barged into the classroom. Turning towards some of her classmates she pointed behind her and towards Mr. Evans. "Who the hell is this?"
"He's our new teacher. Now sit down and shut up." Mercedes commanded earning a quick smile from her sub.
"You must be Rachel Berry?" Mr. Evans assumed reaching his hand out to her.
Once again she looked at him in annoyance. Rejecting his shake she shrugged her shoulder. "Big whoop you can read an attendance. Where is Mr. Smith?"
"He's gone Yental! Now like my girl instructed sit down and shut up!" Santana barked.
Turning on her heels Rachel scoffed grabbed her boyfriend, Jacob Ben Israel's hand and headed to their seats in the back.
"You'll have to excuse her. She was raised in a factory down the street and she knows no better." Mercedes informed earning herself another panty melting smile from her teacher.
Once he marked everyone off in class he closed the door, clapped his hands, and walked back towards the front of his room. "Okay so class yesterday I informed you we would be introducing ourselves so I can get aquatinted with you and I will do the same. I'll go first. My first name is Sam, and no I do not like green eggs and ham."
"Oh my god!" Santana snorted aloud. Mercedes tried to bite back her smile at the small joke he delivered.
He flashed Mercedes a grateful smile before finishing. "I'm originally from Tennessee, I have two younger siblings. I moved to Ohio a little over six months ago and I used to play football in high school. Now that you know a little bit about me we'll start over here and end with Miss. Jones. Go."
One by one many students shared where they were originally from, how many siblings they have and named an extracurricular activity.
"Umm, my name is Santana Lopez, I'm from the adjacent's. So don't underestimate me. I may be only ninety eight pounds, but I'll knock you flat if you step to me the wrong way." She smiled brightly playing with the ends of her hair."And I'm running for homecoming queen so you bitches better vote Lopez."
"Thank you very much for that scary yet useless introduction." Sam teased."Fabray?"
"I just turned eighteen two weeks back, I am striving to become a lawyer, and I have two dogs." She shared. Her introduction a lot less threatening than her girlfriend's.
"And last, but not least Miss. Jones?"
Mercedes stared on at the way his lips moved when he said her name. Pulling herself together she cleared her throat and brushed a few curls behind her ears. "My name is Mercedes Lillian Jones and I..."
"Have an ass sent from heaven!" One of the football players Artie shouted from the other end of room earning laughs from the whole class, including Mercedes herself.
Sam glanced over to Mercedes.
She noticed his eyes scan her body and she crossed her legs. Pulling herself together, yet again, she finished. "I have one brother, Damian, a sister in law named Janet, and I'm going to be an aunt in less than six months." She cheerfully clapped to herself.
Sam let outa chuckle at how cute she was.
"I am a Cheerio and I love to sing."
"I'm sorry what is a Cheerio?" Sam asked somewhat confused.
"Are you serious? Did he just ask that?" Santana inquired in disbelief as she sat at the edge of her seat.
"We're cheerleaders. We entertain and awaken the crowd when they need to be awoken. We're the only consistent ten time winning National Cheerleading Championship squad in the United States of America. We're basically the shit sir." Mercedes informed Sam high fiving Quinn and Santana while the four football players clapped and hollered. She looked at Sam with a smile and shrugged her shoulder.
The class disbursed at the sound of the bell.
When Mercedes turned her back to collect her books she didn't see Quinn and Santana sneaking out the door and leaving her alone with Sam.
"Is it safe to say you're the captain?"
Mercedes turned around to his voice. "That noticeable?" She asked with a smile. She pressed the books to her chest and walked towards him. "Sorry about using the "shh" word in class. I got a little bit carried away."
"No worries." He reassured her. Putting the dry erase board eraser on the holder, he turned around crossing his arms and legs and leaned back. "It's good to see my students so dedicated with things they love. Can I ask a question though?"
"Sure."
"You said you have a brother named Damian and a sister in law named Janet and you're a soon to be aunt? Maybe this is a strange coincident, but is your brother THE Damian Jones? Number twelve star quarterback of the New Orleans Saints?"
She chuckled nodding her head.
Her hand flew over her mouth to muffle her laugh.
Sam looked at her in pure disbelief.
"Are you okay?" She asked pacing a hand to his arm.
That was something her body wasn't ready for was the way his felt. She though shocks that moved through you veins and a throbbed in your lower region only occurred in movies. Boy was she wrong.
When his green eyes looked at her small hands and up to her face she pulled back. "Sorry."
"No you're fine."
She blushed and pushed the curls out of her face. "Umm, I have to go to practice. See you tomorrow Mr. Evans." She walked out the class and closed the door behind her.
He ran a hand down his face and through his hair. "This is going to be harder than I thought."
Mercedes walked through the gym doors once she changed her clothes and looked for her two soon to be dead friends. "There you two are. What the hell? Why'd you leave me?"
"We needed to use the restroom." Santana defended.
"Liar!" Mercedes sat next to them and began her stretching.
"Fine, we just wanted you two alone." Quinn explained.
"Why would you do that?"
"Uhh because you like him; he's in love with you." Santana stated as a matter of fact.
"No he isn't."
"Okay maybe not yet, but soon. What happened?" Quinn asked sitting closer to her.
"Nothing."
"Okay now who's the liar? Something happened. Did he kiss you?" Santana supposed.
"No! And keep your voice down." Mercedes warned.
"What happened?" Quinn asked practically begging.
"Literally nothing happened. He asked about my brother, I touched his arm, and left."
Quinn and Santana looked at each other more than confused. "What the hell does that mean? Is that code for something? What does touch his arm mean?"
"Exactly what I said. I placed my hand on his arm asking if he was okay and that was it." Quinn and Santana sat in silence and waited for her to spill her guts.
Mercedes threw her body back and covered her face with a groan.
Both girls got up and hovered over her. "His arms were so firm and when he made his arms flex I'm surprise I didn't moan. He's a teacher and it's wrong" She explained lowering her voice.
"Yes, but a very attractive one who has in your pants feelings for you." Mercedes looked at Quinn and laughed.
"You're crazy."
Quinn shrugged as they stood to their feet and got ready for practice.
"Ahh well look who's early today. Wanna go over that pep rally routine today?" Coach Sue entered taking front center.
"No problem, but Santana isn't dancing; she's a nominee." Mercedes explained.
"Then you and baby spice do can the dance number. Can you two handle it or not?" She quizzed her two best dancers.
"Most definitely." The two friends replied with smug smiles. "Alright guys from the top!"
"Mercedes! Wait up." Finn shouted coming from football practice.
She said bye to Quinn and Santana and stayed back to greet Finn. "Hey Finny. What's up?"
"Who are you going to homecoming with?" He asked trying to catch his breath.
"Quinn and San why?"
"Would you go to the dance with me?Just as friends." He quickly added when he noticed her lips perch and her hands rest on her hips.
"Sure why not. Santana wanted to do Breadstixs first is that okay?"
"Yeah. I'll pick you up around six?"
"That's perfect. I'll see you later Finn." He picked her up and squeezed her before giving her a wet smack on the lips causing her to giggle and whine out. After he placed her on the ground he waved and ran off to his car.
She went to get a book out her locker when she saw Sam leave his classroom. "Hey Mr. Evans you're leaving pretty late." She adjusted her bag and closed her locker.
"Yeah, we had a faculty meeting. Your coach didn't attend?" He asked just assuming it was mandatory.
"Heavens no. Every time Principal Figgins tries to make her go she just blackmails him with some photoshopped picture of him to get out of it."
"Wow." He responded with a chuckle. He looked at her fishing for her keys from her pockets when he cleared his throat. "It's pretty dark. I can walk you to your car you know."
She gave him an appreciative smile and pulled her keys out. "Thanks."
"I appreciate the laugh today. I wasn't sure how that joke was going to go over, but once you laughed it helped a lot. Thanks."
"It was funny in a cute nerdy kind of way." She quickly looked up at him. Her eyes were wide from embarrassment. She corrected herself. "I don't mean you were cute and nerdy," She corrected as she looked at his facial features change. "I mean of course your'e cute, look at you, but I didn't mean it that way I meant to say..."
He laughed and shook his head. "It's fine. You think I'm cute, I can deal with that."
She let out a laugh that had his stomach doing flips.
She leaned on the door of her car and looked at him. "That's not what I meant."
"Of course it is, but I won't hold it against you. Is this you?" He asked pointing at her car.
"Yeah birthday present from the parents."
"Are they some millionaires or something? Let me guess a doctor and a lawyer?" He sarcastically assumed.
"Close; Dentist and a lawyer."
His eyes widened."Are you serious?"
"Dead." She smiled at his face and shook her head. "I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Evans."
"Bye Miss. Jones." He gave her a solid wave before walking towards his car.
If she had to be completely honest with herself Mercedes was actually starting to enjoy going to school. Well AP calculus to be exact. Mr. Evans rolling up his sleeves and watching his arms flex whenever he wrote on the board was the highlight of her day. Catching his small glances and smiles he threw her way during class had her adjusting herself in her seat. She was used to being called on for answering questions, but having his gaze on her she was finding hard to concentrate.
"Miss. Jones?" He asked holding out the black marker as he sat on his stool. She eyed him before standing up. She smoothed her hand over her Cheerio skirt and tossed her jacket on. Taking the marker from him she smiled and shook her head as he refused to let it up.
Finally letting go Sam waited for her to solve the problem. Artie and Azimo let out a whistle causing her to look over her shoulder at them. They threw up apologetic hands and she turned around.
Rachel raised her hand waving it around trying to catch the attention of her teacher, whose eyes were elsewhere. "Um excuse me!"
Sam's head snapped her way and acknowledged her presence. "Isn't her skirt just a little too short?"
"Says the girl letting her creepy boyfriend's hand roam under hers." Mercedes retortednot even turning away from the board. The class chuckled and Sam soon separated the couple. Standing in the middle of the student's desk Samcrossed his arms and watched Mercedes finish the problem.
She tossed him the marker with a smug smile and took her seat. "Okay Miss. Jones good work." The bell rang and the class started getting ready to leave. "Um I know you have the game tonight and the dance tomorrow, but do not forget to study for your quiz Monday!" He shouted as they charged out the class. Quinn and Santana gave Mercedes kisses to her cheek before heading off to help Santana get ready for the pep rally.
"So, are you coming to the rally or the game later on tonight?" He was collecting the trash off the floor when she asked.
"I wasn't, but if you wanted me to show my support I will." He told her as she bit back her smile. She prayed he couldn't see her blush.
She pushed the curls back and looked up at him. "You'd go for me?" She asked completely flattered.
"Yeah I want to see if you're as good of a cheerleader as you are a math scholar?"
"Oh I'm really good. Better actually." She teased. Noticing his eyes grow darker she crossed her legs trying to ignore her insistent throbbing.
"Is that so?" He questioned stepping closer to her."Well I guess I'll be the judge of that."
"Are you flirting with me?"
"Nope I'm just responding to yours." He told her making her smile.
Mercedes tried to bite back her smile, but she couldn't fight it. "Whatever. Bye Mr. Evans."
He chuckled and shook his head. "See ya Miss. Jones."
"San you look amazing." Mercedes complimented as she helped pin her hair back. They used the locker room to help her get ready. For the pep rally all of the nominees were required to wear suits and a sash. For Saturday a dress and the winner gets to prance around in the tiara with bragging rights for a whole semester.
"Is there anything in my teeth?" She nervously asked. They both shook their heads.
Quinn kissed her girlfriend to calm her down before applying another coat of red lipstick to her lips. "Ready?"
"Ready."
Santana left to stand in line with the other nominees while Mercedes and Quinn got ready to cheer in the rally. "Should I wear it up or down?" Mercedes asked playing with her options.
"Is he going to be there?" Quinn emphasized.
"Yeah." Mercedes replied trying not to show her excitement.
Quinn laughed at her friend. "Down and flip the shit out of your hair, too. He'll love that." Quinn informed making her smile. The two walked out to the large crowd in the gym and got ready. The girls got in two even lines and stood across from each other building a bridge with their pompoms. Quinn busted out laughing seeing how Mercedes always had to reach up on her toes to touch Quinn's pompoms.
"Shut up! My ass is out." Quinn threw her head back and laughing harder at her best friend. Mercedes briefly looked over to the entrance to see Sam looking for her. Once he spotted her he gave her thumbs up and a smile. "You're blushing!" Quinn sang over the loud music catching Mercedes attention.
"Am not."
"Are too."
The lights went down and Coach Sylvester hit the laser lights, filling the gym with neon pink, purple, blue, and red lights. "Introducing McKinley Highs 2014 Homecoming nominees." Jacob Ben Israel announced. Rachel took the microphone from her boyfriend and read off the names of each nominated court member.
When Santana's name was announced Quinn and Mercedes shouted and each smacked her behind as she walked by causing her to laugh. Once everyone walked under the bridge the cheerleaders got into positions to do their dance number.
Mercedes couldn't help but make eye contact with Sam and smiled.
Sam crossed his arms waiting to be impressed. He watched as Mercedes counted out for her squad before starting. He couldn't begin to explain how amazing she was or how good she looked. He knew he shouldn't look or think about his student like that, but he couldn't help it. The way her hips swayed in her small skirt, her hair flipped, and the final back flip that ended into a split he couldn't help himself. And she wasn't doing much to help with the way her eyes gazed at him every time she flipped her hair or showed off her red panties under her short skirt. But, he couldn't do anything, but admire her from afar.
Once the squad finished off Finn went up to greet Mercedes. He picked her up and kissed her cheek. "That was amazing."
"Thanks." Out of breath she brushed the hair out her face. Next thing she knew Quinn bumped hips with her and whispered in her ear. "He's watching you know." She looked down at Mercedes and shook her pompoms before going to talk to Santana.
Mercedes distanced herself from Finn and quickly glanced at Sam who was now a little more uptight than he was during the performance. When she saw him leave the gym she politely excused herself and followed after him.
"Hey!" She called out once she spotted him leaving the school.
"Miss. Jones."
"So did you enjoy the show?" She asked with a smile as she rested her pompon fist on her hips.
"Yeah you guys were good."
"Just good?" She asked with a raised brow.
He hated seeing her all bubbly with Mr. Hudson, but his demeanor quickly went from slight jealousy to at ease when he saw her smile. "Yeah I mean one kept flipping her hair and flashing her gorgeous smile at me the whole time while I tried to enjoy the show. But other that it was good." He teased with a smile.
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "It wasn't for you, it was for the crowd. They love it."
"So the crowd just so happened to be by the entrance door in the exact same place I was standing? I don't know Miss. Jones, seems like it was for me."
She giggled as her cover was busted. "Well then did you enjoy my show?" She asked being more direct.
"I did actually." He admitted placing his hands in his pockets after adjusting the strap around his neck. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Are you dating Mr. Hudson? I mean you two seem really close." He hoped he was over stepping any boundaries, but he needed to know.
"No, we're just good friends. We used to date, but we just decided to be friends in the end. Wait." She paused finally letting it all kick in. She pointed at him and smiled. "Is that why you left the gym because you saw us together?" She noticed his ears and cheeks turn red as he tried to avoid eye contact. "Mr. Evans were you jealous?" Mercedes teased.
He ran a hand down his face and shook his head. "No just wondering."
Raising her eyebrow she walked up closer to him. "Mr. Evans you totally thought we were dating and you left. So what does this mean? You think I'm cute or something? Small crush? What?" She teased.
"I mean you're okay. You're pretty short but," she cut him off with a punch to the shoulder.
"I'll have you know I am not short I am fun size. Thank you very much."
He chuckled and smiled at her. "You are huh?" She nodded her head looking into his eyes. "Well,"
"Cedes come on we have to finish the last routine." Quinn called out from the double doors.
"I'm coming!" She shouted before looking back at the green eyed blond in front of her. "I'll see you Monday I guess."
"Tonight. I'm going to the game with a friend of mine."
"Oh."
He smiled at the knowing tone in her voice. "And just to let you know that she you're thinking of is a he. Relax. Jealous much?" He teased making her blush and smile up at him.
"I certainly was not. I just, you know it was just that, oh shut up!" She blurted already stumbling over her lie.
Sam laughed. "Well I'll see you tonight and then Monday."
"Wait can I ask you a question?"
"Go for it."
"You really think I have a pretty smile?" She asked staring up at him.
"It's amazing." He informed her.
She waved him off before walking towards Quinn. "Hi Mr. Evans!" Quinn sang causing him laugh.
"Bye Miss. Fabray." He waved at them before walking to his car to change than pick his friend Noah up.
Quinn bumped her hip with Mercedes before letting out a squeal. "Sooo! What happened?" "Nothing."
"Spill." Quinn demanded knowing something went down.
"He left because he was jealous and thought Finn was my boyfriend. He said he liked my smile and that he enjoyed our show."
"You mean he enjoyed your show." Quinn teased before imitating Mercedes bend and snap hair flip. The both of them busted out laughing and wrapped their arms around each other's shoulder before jogging into the gym.
"Cedes girl what was all that extra hair flipping for? I think you made at least half the football team pass out and the others excuse themselves to the locker room showers." Santana teased taking a bite out of her taco.
"He was there. She had to put on a show." Quinn explained.
"Oh okay. How did fish lips enjoy it?"
"He loved it! I'm surprised he didn't take her in the middle of the gym floor."
"Quinn!" Mercedes shouted. They had stopped off to get Santana some food before heading to thehomecoming football game that evening.
"What? I saw the way you two were looking at each other. It's sickly cute. He wants you." Mercedes stopped picking at her food to look up at her friend. "You think so?"
"Uh yeah!You should've seen the way he was looking at you in Cal class. Drooling, biting his lips and shit. He needs to be more careful." Santana pointed out while waving her fork around. Quinn had thrown their food away before getting ready to head out.
"Cedes what are you wearing to the dance tomorrow?" Santana asked turning the radio down.
"Something cute, but not too formal. Almost like club attire only a little looser and longer. What about you?" She asked looking up from her phone.
"If I win I'm wearing my long red dress I bought last week at Nordstrom. Nothing too formal just enough to be seen. I mean I have to stand out clearly." Mercedes hummed understandingly. "Quinn?"
"That off the shoulder dress I bought last week." She added taking her turn into the back entrance to the stadium.
"Cute. So is he going?" Santana asked using his code name as if they weren't the only ones around.
"I'm not sure, but I know he said he was coming to the game tonight." Mercedes informed them hopping out of Quinn's Jeep. "Well isn't that cute." Santana teased.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and slapped her friends hand away as she playfully poked her cheek. "Whatever San."
Looking at her phone Santana got nervous as soon as the time kicked in. "Half time in thirty. Wish me luck?" They hugged her and wished her good luck, even though they knew she didn't need it.
"So where is "she"?" Sam's friend Noah asked with air quotes once they found some seats at the bottom of the bleachers.
"She is on the field and don't talk about that out here. I like my job." Sam whispered to his friend.
"Better be worth the risk man. It's only been a week and she's all I hear about. Is she legal?"
Sam turned to his friend and cut his eyes at him. "Will you shut the hell up about that? Not here not now. I will tell you later." He spat. His friend threw his hands up and drank his soda.
Sam's eyes immediately found her as she and the rest of the squad held the banner up for the football team to run through. They had all ran off of the field and took their positions behind the football players bench and in front of the stadium bleachers. Sam saw Finn approach Mercedes and give her a hug. It looked as if he sparked up a small conversation with her, but what he didn't know was it was about the homecoming dance.
Noah was telling Sam about his pool store when he noticed his friend was zoned out and had his jaw slightly clenched. Looking where his jealous eyes landed, he saw this big goofy guy grinning. He was talking and holding the waist of a thick framed short girl with long black hair. He snapped his fingers in front of his friends face catching his attention. "So that's her?" He assumed correctly leaning in close to him. Noah looked back to now find her laughing with a blond haired chick that was in her uniform as well. Finally able to see her face he nodded his head. "She's cute."
"Shut it Puckerman." Sam threatened.
"So were using last names are we Evans?"
Quinn directed Mercedes attention to Sam and the both of them waived at him before starting off their cheer.
It was the big game. Not the last game, but when it came to homecoming it was the game to rival all games. Alumni would show up, the parents in the parking lot were going all out with grills and music before the big game, and the girl's cheers had to be on point. To end off the energetic cheer and the team's first touchdown of the night Quinn and Mercedes both did their signature back hand flips and cartwheels earning loudercheers and a standing ovation from the crowd.
The game was going perfectly. Finn had scored three touchdowns in the first quarter and two during the second half. Because halftime was approaching the cheerleader had to get off the tracks so the cars could drive by for the homecoming floats. Mercedes and Quinn headed to the concession stand for a drink and some candy. Quinn being Quinn, dragged Mercedes all the way down to the front of the bleachers where Sam and his friend were seated.
"Hey Mr. Evans!" Quinn shouted dragging Mercedes down behind her. They took seats next to him and greeted him with high fives. "Did you enjoy the routine?"
"Yeah a lot less hair flipping. I thought the crowd liked that?" He teased looking at Mercedes.
"Ha haha." She sarcastically laughed making him smile.
"Oh Noah these are two of my Fabray and Mercedes Jones." He introduced.
They each shook his hand and thanked him for showing his support. "You changed. You no longer look like a teacher." Mercedes pointed out.
"He looks cute! Right Cedes?" Quinn teased. Mercedes eyes widened and blushed at the confession. She pinched Quinn's side causing her flinch. Her blond friend held her stomach while she laughed hysterically at her friend's shy demeanor.
Mercedes turned back towards Sam and his laughing friend. Throwing up her hands she said, "Not my words. I didn't say that." She smiled as he raised his brow at her. She wasn't lying though. He didn't look cute. He looked fine as hell. Gone were his button downs and slacks and appeared a man in a fitted white v-neck, leather jacket, sneakers, baseball cap, and dark washed denim jeans. She wanted him to be honest, and she couldn't get the thought of her doing unmentionable things to him out of her mind. She cleared her throat and crossed her legs trying to ease her body and mind.
He tried his damnedest not to look at her exposed thigh just inches away from him. He failed and he failed miserably. His eyes gazed over her smooth legs up to her thighs, past her skirt, up her chest, over her kissable neck and delectable lips. "You're drooling man." Noah said handing him a napkin. Mercedes big brown eyes met with and gave him a bit of the lip smile. Their gaze was interrupted by the intercom announcing it was time for the cars to drive by and throw candy. Since Santana's category was the most important they had to wait for the last bit of cars to drive up.
She and Quinn quickly stood up and leaned up on the fence when Santana's float drove up. They shouted and shook their pompoms catching her attention. She threw them handfuls of candies and blew kisses at them before focusing on the rest of the crowd. "Stop staring and close your mouth. That's if you want to keep your job. Pull yourself together man." Puck told him before the two took their seat again. Both girls unwrapped their blow pops and popped them into their mouths.
Mercedes turned to Sam and Noah holding one hand out while the other held her lollipop. Sam watched in torture as her plush lips wrapped around her candy before pulling it out and licking her lips. "Want some?" Noah let out a loud chuckle and accepted a box of nerds from her. "Want one?" She said raising her hand out in front of Sam. Mercedes smiled at his choice. "Hmm? Fun sized chocolate, what a coincident." She teased slowly placing the blow pop back in her mouth.
Sam smiled.
She and Quinn watched the band play on the field and anxiously waited for the results. Sitting through five minutes of everyone walking down the field and ten minutes of what they deemed useless announcements it was finally time for Santana's category. "And your 2013 Homecoming Queen is... Miss. Santana Lopez!" Mercedes and Quinn both shot up from their seats screaming and shouting from the top of their lungs. Quinn and Mercedes quickly thanked Sam and Noah for coming again. They rushed down hand and hand to hug and congratulated their best friend on her win.
Sam clapped for his student and waved back to her from the stands. Noah placed his hand on Sam's shoulder and shook his head. "I feel sorry for you man. Five days out of the week you can look, but can't touch that. AND she was doing that on purpose." He laughed at his friend and ate his candy.
Sam looked at his friend and shook his head. "Zero help. None at all. Thanks."
"Mercedes you were so wrong for that. With the blow pops, the splits, extra hair flip in the last routine, and the unnecessary stretching." Quinn pointed out walking to her car.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. I was giving the crowd a show. A good one at that." She explained as innocently as possible.
"Okay. I'll agree it was good, but we all know it was for him and not the crowd."
"Speaking of," Santana announced directing their attention to the blond teacher. "Hey Mr. guy."
"Oh Noah Puckerman this is Miss. Santana Lopez. She is also one of my students."
Santana reached her hand out to shake his. "Nice meeting you."
"Yeah, congrats on winning Queen. And Noah is my work name. Feel free to call me Puck."
"Wait, you're the guy that owns that pool store right?" Santana asked knowingshe had seen his face from somewhere before.
"See man," Puck hit Sam's arm. "I knew somebody would recognize me." Digging in his pocket Sam shook his head at his friend. "Get in the car man." Puck took the keys from Sam and waved goodbye before heading off to his friend's car.
Quinn and Santana slowly backed up towards her jeep leaving the two again. "You know Miss. Jones I find it rather humorous that after I mentioned something about the hair it just so happens to be the star of the show during the final touchdown cheer. Care to explain?"
She smiled up at him and shrugged. "Nope I was just simply having a good time."
"Is that so?" She gave him a nod while looking up into his green eyes.
He chuckled and shook his head at her playing innocent. Placing his hands in his jean pockets he stepped closer. "You know for someone who likes to call people out for flirting you sure do, do it a lot." She bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes.
Looking at her under the stars and faint stadium lights she looked gorgeous. Her hair was flipped to one side, her eyes so big and round. But her mouth was calling his name. He wanted none other than to pull her in by her waist and be the one to bite her lip for her. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Hearing her giggle he looked at her. "What?"
She pointed to his face."You're drooling."
"Shit!" He turned away from her and wiped at his mouth. "Sorry."
"Don't worry it's not a first."
Sam chuckled. Why was he not surprised? "You just have that effect on men huh?" He assumed.
"If I have that effect on you then that's all that matters to me to be honest." Hearing her voice in a faint whisper made it hard for him to control the strain in his pants. He couldn't risk her looking down so he stepped back and cleared his throat. "You're a tease Miss. Jones. I'll see you Monday." He waved to her on looking entourage and walked to his car.
"I ask again, is she legal?" Puck asked with such hope in his voice once Sam started the car.
"Yeah she's eighteen."
"I'm not here for robbing the cradle, but if I were you I'd make an exception."
Sam pulled out and shook his head at his friend being ridiculous. "Okay first I'm only twenty two not that big of an age difference. Plus maybe you forgot I can't, I'm her teacher. Remember?"
He shook his head frantic yes. "Oh I remember, but does she? She was practically begging and waiting for you to make the first move. And you didn't. You chickened out. You,"
Sam cut him off. "I'm her teacher. What part of that don't you understand? I know you haven't inhaled that much chlorine to where it affects your hearing."
"I know you've been smelling those damn markers too long to not take her up on anything."
"She hasn't even offered anything! I'm not crossing that line." Sam explained already wanting to get off of the subject at hand.
"She crossed that line and is just waiting for you."
"Can we drop this please?" Puck threw his hands up and let it go; for now.
"Bold ass bitch." Santana stated as they sat in Mercedes bedroom.
"No being bold would be me pulling him in for the kiss that I wanted to do oh so badly." She sang grabbing clothes for her shower.
"So why didn't you?" Quinn asked.
"I didn't because I am not making that move. That is unless he initiates it or he asks me to do so. He's still my teacher and I'll respect that." Mercedes clarified.
"Respect that my ass. You saw the way he was looking at you. If I was in that position I would've went in for the kill. You two need to be put out of your misery."
"Soon ." Mercedes sang almost as if she had a plan already in motion. She was getting ready to take her shower when Santana pulled out Mercedes 6 inch purple toy from her bottom drawer.
"Here you might need this." Mercedes snatched it from her causing all three of them to laugh. Saying she wasn't going to use it would be a lie. She had one thing on her mind and she would have to imagine for now.
A/N: So what did you guys think? Your opinions mean a lot to me and they keep me going. I honestly can not believe I had so many reviews for this story; I am overwhelmed and so thankful for all of you guys. I'll try and update as much as I can with all of my fics so you don't grow bored of me :D Once again thank you. Until next time.