A/N: Okay this right here is set during the S3 episode…

Well, you'll figure that part out eventually. But like chapter 1, Mercedes will describe in great detail a dream she had while she and Sam were apart. I hope you like it.

I honestly am pissed off at myself, because I almost want to do a third chapter…thanks a lot, Zeejack! Sort of an "after they both wake up" kinda thing. But I'm not even gonna entertain that until my St. Jones fic is done. Thanks for the lovely reviews and PMs!

Thank you Illiandyandra and Annikay! I appreciate the kind words and big help…

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters of Glee. Glee writers and owners don't love these characters as much as I do, so I'm proud to make that statement.

Still Dreaming…

Okay, so peep this…Sam and I are sitting on the sofa in my living room…

Before I go on, you need know that my Baby and I spent a whole lot of time on that sofa last summer. You've seen it; it's the huge sprawling leather sectional that takes up most of the den. You know the thing made out of these three separate pieces that fit together like a right angle. And its so big that if he sits with his back against the left arm rest and I rest mine against the right one, then our toes end up separated by like, six feet of space. The sofa was our favorite spot to chill out, because it was comfortable and homey. Being there basically reminded Sam of what it felt to just hang out in his own home, and at the same time helped me pretend like I was just vegging out with a homey, as opposed to getting in face time with my new Boo. It's the kind of space that a couple can get up to anything on…we've shared everything from bowls of popcorn to body parts on that thing.

…Anyway, so we're sitting on the sofa. I'm curled up, sitting with my bare feet pulled under my thighs in the middle section. That's the one shaped like a triangle and forms the corner of the "L" shape. And he's sitting on cushion next to me, sort of laying down across my lap with his feet down on the floor. I can see the bend in his hairy knees in the basketball shorts he's wearing, and start to wonder whether or not he's comfortable in that position; because his body is bent into this really funny angle. I'm wearing two tank tops layered one over the other -both have a built in bra so I don't wear any foundation garments- and a pair of shorty shorts with no panties.

Sam and I are all alone, and it feels like early on a Saturday morning. I'm not sure where my parents are; but it seems like they took off and gave us some time to be by ourselves. We're watching the series finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Netflix, and the scene when the Slayer hopefuls enter the Hell-mouth has just started.

As we watch the Baby-Slayers mentally psych themselves up for battle, Sam kicks off his sneakers and socks so he can stretch out across the sofa. And I get really fascinated with his strong feet and slender toes. I'm sure you guessed at some point that I'm pretty much always fascinated with Sam's body, just on GP. And I'm not trying to be funny, but he's not like any other guys I've ever been close to, physically… I usually find something new to stare at on him every time we get together. I guess I'm just used to the short legs, small hands and feet, and slightly puffy chests of my cousins on my Mama's side of the family; you've met a couple of them. Either that, or the tall and slim –usually wiry- physiques of the guys in my Dad's family (complete with knobby knees and lack of musculature, ya' dig?). Anyway, Sam is nothing like them…he's tall and well-built; pale and strong with these big-ass hands and feet.

So, after he takes off his socks Sam starts flexing his toes and rotating his ankles a little bit... probably to get used to being barefoot again after wearing shoes for so long. And I have this really awful pang of wanting to like, touch them. So I asked him if he'd like a foot rub. Sam accepts, and then swivels around on the sofa so he can place them in my lap.

What you should know about me and feet is that I'm not the type that gets off on them, or even the type that doesn't care one way or the other…I'm pretty much always grossed out by other people's feet. Even Kurt's, and he gets pedicures more often than I do! But see, Sam's feet are so pretty to me that I basically temporarily changed my mind. I suppose I've only seen skin that milky white and pale on those Goth girls that hang out with Tina before school. And if it had been anybody else, I'd probably have begged the boy to go and find himself a damn tanning bed… or at least go out in the backyard so he could catch some sun. But this pale was actually really beautiful. Almost like the clear, fluid tint of fresh coconut milk… I saw these light greenish outlines from his veins right underneath his skin, and found them so damn sexy I was ashamed of myself. I stroked away at his skin, and marveled about how long and sinewy his feet were. Unlike my own little chubby ones, Sam's are all slim and strong-looking. I could see, right then, how capable these feet were of getting away from danger, overtaking rivals, and chasing down his prey…and I know how Harlequin Romance that shit sounds coming outta my mouth.

So I cup his heel in the palm of my hand, and again…I'm amazed. My hands are so small that they barely cover up; even that little-bitty part of his foot. Plus the juxtaposition of small against large and dark against light was sexy as hell and made me smile. I use that same palm to run lightly over his entire sole, giggling right along with Sam when my touches turn tickle-y. Then I hold one foot in both of my hands so I can knead the bottom of his it with my thumbs. The closer I get to touching Sam's toes, the more he shivers. Finally, I take a little time to caress the tendons that protect his Achilles' heel, before moving my hands a little further up that gorgeous leg.

You know, you asked me one time why I always seem so self-conscious about my legs…especially my calves. You told me it was weird the way I never wore shorts or skirts; even in the dead of summer. I never told you this, but what happened was that back in middle school some boy made an offhand comment about my calf muscles…said that they were huge and that they looked very "mannish." After that I spent a whole lotta time watching all the other girls and criticizing my own legs against theirs; then I'd feel like shit because mine were really big by comparison. But when Sam and I first hooked up, I told him this and he totally went to bat to make me forget all that brainwashing…he loves my calves; calls them sexy all the time. He even got his daddy and little brother to reassure me that liking big legs is a Southern thing, so I wouldn't think he was putting me on. All his sweet words finally had me convinced, but when I was finally able to compare mine to his I had to admit to myself that the boy in middle school was right…he's still an asshat for saying it, but he wasn't wrong. Sam's calves are muscular, meaty, and strong; just like my own. They're covered with these sparse, blondish hairs that are pretty much the same color as my favorite teddy bear, and I just want to touch them all the time. God, I used to love stroking that bear…

So I knead the flesh there softly, the same way I used to whenever I was soothing his aching muscles after one of his long-ass runs…and ended up getting hit square in the face with this intense longing to see his legs a little better. So I asked him…

"Turn over, Baby Boy…"

Of course, Sam did exactly what I asked him to, right after taking off his tank top. Then I get up on my knees and take in the vision of my first lover; sprawled among the soft cushions of our most favorite place.

At first I use only the tips of my fingertips to trail gently from Sam's ankle to just above his knees, making soft contact with all ten of my fingers. I tickle this real sensitive part back there, and made sure my Boo knew how much I appreciate how dedicated he is to making his body such a masterpiece. With both palms I rub smooth circles; letting my hands play across those bulging muscles Sam swears he's been neglecting since his family lost their home. Eventually my smoothing and brushing lead me to the outside of his rock-hard thighs, just under the hem of the shorts he still had on. And I needed more contact; because that shit right there? Was completely unacceptable…

So I lodge my fingers into waistband of Sam's shorts and boxers, slide them over his slender hips and down those sexy thighs and legs. He shifts a little bit so I can get them off easier, while I make all these quiet noises about the sexy blond Adonis that was all mine… Then I throw that stuff across the room, crawl my way up, have a seat straddling the back of his thighs, and take off my own tank tops.

Now, at this point, I probably should have kept going with my massage; maybe thrown in a back and neck rub so I could go all out pampering my man. But all I could think about was getting as close to Sam as possible. So I lay down against him and pressed my breasts into the swell of his gorgeous back. I could feel my nipples harden against the strong wall of his body; feel my body overheat in spite of the fact that we had the AC on super-blast. And I take some time to plant kisses along the side of his neck. I mark Sam…leave an imprint of my lips in that real sensitive place right below his left ear. Which causes my Baby to let out a few hot moans. Then I go all lickey-lick; tasting the flesh where his neck meets his collarbone and nibbling my way to the center of his upper back. After that, I brush the long blond locks I love so much away and nip at him with my teeth playfully.

My hands were busy too, running a trail along his sides and tracing the lines where his back tapers in and forms his waist. I laced our fingers together and molded my body more closely to Sam and then waited quietly for his breath to slow down and match mine. When all the tiny movements of his body perfectly corresponded to the tiny movements in mine, I eased myself into a slow grind…let my man feel the heaving of my breasts and rotation of my hips againt his body. Whispering "I love you," I relaxed and waited for Sam to flip himself over.

It didn't take him long at all. Sam turned around so fast, I wasn't even thrown off his body sideways for a moment. All I know is one second I was laying across his back and butt, and the next one I was looking down at Sam's slim toned hips, his hard and chiseled torso, and his broad muscular shoulders. His warm green eyes, his pink and inviting mouth, and his handsome and masculine jaw-line. His long golden hair, his red-tipped ears, and his curiously furrowed brow…I drank all of that shit in for a long time. Then I bent to kiss those lips I wanted all the time, as we wrapped up tightly in each other's arms.

Sam moaned into my mouth as I pressed myself into him again. We were all tangling tongues, wrestling lips, and softly colliding teeth…our kisses were just that hungry and intense. I sucked away at the succulent flesh of his bottom lip as he licked the sensitive inside of my top one. He kept his mouth still for a minute so I could plant wet smooches to his lips; top, then bottom…top, then bottom. Then I stayed still so he could suck my tongue into his mouth like a starving man. When we came up for air and looked deeply into each other's eyes he whispered, "You're beautiful…"

I sat up straight, smiled at Sam, and answered him, "You're beautiful…" before bending to taste his body some more. I licked Sammy's collarbone, and kissed his Adam's apple. I traced my tongue lovingly around both of his pink nipples. I kissed my way along each of the ridges made by his muscles. I planted soft and excited smooches along his happy trail. Finally, I licked and stroked his thighs and smirked at the way Sam whimpered softly.

"I love you…:

I didn't answer Sam right then, because my mouth was already full. Sam's body, beautiful as it is, is only at its finest to me when his manhood is on display…preferably when he's turned on. Sammy Jr. is gorgeous…not that I have anything to compare him to or anything. But it's really long and wide, with this pinky-tan skin and a bulbous red tip. It looks powerful and commanding, and I was looking forward to make that thing my bitch.

I started my pampering session by coaxing Sam's shaft upward, and displaying his testicles. Golf-ball sized and covered in beautiful light silky hairs; they were pretty much always fun to play with. My man loves it when I cup them in my palms or nuzzle with my nose. But when I swoop in and engulf one of them in my mouth?

Whew!

Baby goes crazy. I inhale briefly, so I can take in the slightly musky scent of his shower gel and the manly smell of clean and warmth that's pretty much just all Sam. Then I wrap my lips around one lonely member and let the saliva from my mouth wet it all up. Once he got used to my warm mouth enveloping such a sensitive part of his body, I sucked gently and swiped him a little with my tongue. When my man started screeching, I switched over to the other. Going back and forth like that is a good way to keep Sammy on his damn toes. Sam likes not being able to get used to any one sensation whenever we make love, anyway… because he swears he'd embarrass himself otherwise. But just this one time I wanted to up my game…I was real determined to make this a Sammy day, no doubt. Dude was the best thing in my life back then; and I wanted him to feel loved and taken care of in every single way. So I opened my mouth wide and tried my best to swallow them both.

It took some getting used to, but I was eventually comfortable enough to lick and suck away at my baby's privates like a pro. He went crazy babbling about how much he loved my mouth, and I hummed so he could feel me vibrating against him. When I released them with a pop of my lips, I immediately touched the underside of his dick with my tongue. There's like, this vein down there that's real sensitive for Sam. And me licking it makes him go nuts. I painted at it; covering the spot with the wetness from my mouth… then I made sure to trace that vein over and over until my man begged me to stop. After that, I flattened my tongue and used the broad side of it to lave around the tip of his dick. Over and over and over again. I made circles, swipes across the head, and kisses to the tiny slit there. It made him weep pre-cum and breathe all heavy. Then I used my lips to slurp away at it; eventually sucking lower and lower along his shaft.

By this time Sam was begging me. Not begging me to let him come…no, he was begging me to let him taste me, too. But I shook my head "no," and instead blew a cool breath across his corona. It was right when Willow and Kennedy had managed to activate all the potential slayers, so that they had their full power and could defeat the uber-vamps. My redheaded homegirl always catches a real good nut whenever she performs a spell that takes lot of power; so she was laying on the ground having some major-league afterglow. I don't know why, but seeing that made me want to wear Sam out.I wanted my man to know what he meant to me... and what better way was there for me to do that, than giving him my undivided attention?

So I kept sucking, kept licking and kept blowing, which was driving Sam crazier and crazier, okay? And I was having way too much fun driving him nuts to let up on him.. So when his curses and pleads got really, really loud; I wrapped my breasts around his dick and used them to jerk him over and over again. I kissed the head; sliding him up and down, up and down….Licked the tip; sliding up and down, up and down…Sucked him gently; sliding up and down, up and down…Finally, I wrapped him in my lips and hummed; sliding up and down, up and down. All of my pampering, all of my newly learned head-giving skills, and all of my attention to detail… It was eventually too much for Sam. He exploded inside my mouth and cursed like a sailor.

Now, let me just say that one thing I always adored about my relationship with this boy is that he never once forgot how shame-faced I can be about all this sex stuff. He never forgot it… but he never, ever let me dwell on that shit, either. I remember the first time Sam ever made me come. See, I was soooo embarrassed afterward, for squealing like a damn pig and clutching his forearms while he used his fingers to tease me to climax…talk about a bitch wanting to die of mortification! But Sammy…sweet and freaky-ass Sammy, made sure shut that shit down with the quickness. He kissed me afterward, murmuring all these sexy words about how much he loved making me feel good, as he sipped and tasted my lips over and over again. Then he licked his fingers like a hungry man, and said the only thing sweeter than me was my moans. So I learned early on in our thang to embrace those moments of completion; I guess you could call all those amazing orgasms a physical embodiment of our passion for one another, or whatever. By the time I'd learned enough about Sam to bring him to that same place; I actually relished the thought of having his evidence on me and in me. The salty sweet taste of his seed was my proof…my chance to show my own love. So I slurped and swallowed away proudly like a cat with a bowl of sexy cream.

By the time the sensation became too much for him -dicks have a sensitive side too, you know- and pushed me away gently, I knew I wanted to see the joy on this White boy's face. So I made my way upward and smirked happily at the guy I loved. He looked flushed, his skin was warm, he seemed spent; and there was even this small trace of wonderment flitting across his features. That was when I finally answered him, and said, "I love you, too…"

So he kisses me full on the mouth in response, right? I molded my body once again to Sam's, wanting to feel as close as possible in the wake of what we'd just shared. He held me tightly and clawed the skin of my back with one hand while squeezing my butt cheeks through my shorts with the other. Then he sat up and forced me to straddle him in a sitting position. "Can I tell you all the ways I love you?" my baby asked softly. I nodded as he bent me over backwards to recline on the sofa while he hovered.

Evans started to talk and move at the same time; he's always been the type to multitask…but I wasn't disappointed or surprised at all by the way he'd decided to take control of this thing.

"First of all…" he began. "…I love how timid you are with everybody else, but how bold you are with me, Baby. I was one of your first kisses ever, but you ain't got no shame lovin' me with your whole nekkid body…" As he did this, Sam slid my shorts down my legs and completely off; tossing that shit to the side.

"…my body belongs to you, Sammy…" I whispered as he reached out to caress my breasts.

"I know…" He agreed. "…and it always will. I love these titties, Baby," he whispered, bending down to kiss one areola and then the other one. "They fit in my hands so perfect; and they're beautiful, just like you…"

Hmmmnnn…" I groaned, as he bent to lick between my tatas and lift them so he could kiss the underside. "…thank you, Boo…."

"…and I love this tummy; so much I don't even have the words," Sam continued as he stroked it over and over. "I love slidin' my hands across, and feelin' how soft you are underneath me… And you gotta know, Baby; I just can't wait 'til the day you…"

"I understand," I cut him off softly. "You don't have to say it…" Even though I felt the same in my heart, I wasn't ready to say that out loud just yet…that I was also looking forward to the day he and I had baby growing in there. I may have put on my Diva drawers for this little interlude, but that thought still scared my ass shitless. Sam looked up from kissing my belly and shot me an understanding grin. "…but nobody appreciates it more than you, baby…" I mentioned my tummy again.

"Your hips…" Sam went on. "…they turn me on so much swayin' from side to side all flirty-like every time we see each other again..." He babbled. "…and I love how slow and sexy you move 'em whenever you walk away from me, too. Baby, I love how you always give me a chance to catch you again…"

"I'd never run away from you…" I breathed as he stroked my hips with his palms.

"…these thighs," Sam whispered, nuzzling his cheek against the inside of first one, then the other. "…I love how soft they are, and how strong. I love the way you spread them for me like this; the way I fit right in the middle of 'em just perfect. I love how they squeeze my hips and close me in…"

"…only you…" I answered, while he wrapped himself up in my legs. "…Just you…"

"…your legs feel so gorgeous, Love…" Sam scratched and tickled me lightly. "..pressed into my back, while your feet graze against my ass. You feel just like silk and I love it…"

I giggled while he ran his hands from my ankle to my hip.

'…and this," Sam went on, gently probing my pussy lips with his long fingers. "Baby. you shared the most precious part of your body with me; and only me. I'll always love you for that…"

"That's not the most precious part of me, Sam," I chided gently, even as I choked back tears at his heartfelt words. "My heart is…and I don't have to share it; it's already yours."

Sam looked up from where he was positioning my legs over his shoulders and smiled beautifully. His fingertips slid and slipped along my slit, but his next words were what made me melt. "That's just one more thing for me to love…"

Sam bent back down and nuzzled my mons with his nose and mouth. "…God I love how good you smell, Darlin'." He sniffed again. "Just you…my Baby; so fuckin' sweet…"

I squirmed, anticipating what was next and vibrating with joy.

"…It's all right here, Baby; how excited you are to be with me, and how much you want me…I can tell…"

"I am," I said simply.

"…And you're so wet…" he whispered, adding another finger and sliding them both in and out of my channel. "…loosening around me; just for me…"

I just closed my eyes and breathed.

"…accepting me," he continued. "…molding to me, wetting my fingers up. I can feel you gushing all around me, Mercy…"

I felt the wetness dripping from my body and coating his busy hands. Sam removed them so he could lick one finger clean.

"…I love how you taste," he murmured as he fellated his own digit. "Sweet like honey and tangy like a mango; here, Baby…taste…"

He offered me the remaining finger and I licked it briefly, sucking the tip with the same concentration Sam had shown. He took his hand back; cleaned away all juices that had trickled down to his palm, then placed them lovingly back inside me. "…ain't you delicious, 'Cedes?"

I nodded as he replied, "Which brings me to…"

Sam lowered his face between my thighs and resumed nuzzling me down below. "…sometimes I wonder what the hell I ever did to deserve you, Mercy…" he muttered between smooches and smacks to my sex. "… all those assholes at McKinley that treat me like shit…people making fun of me and startin' rumors…Why the hell are you so sweet?"

As I ruminated over my answer he took his first opportunity to lick me softly around the edges of my hole; avoiding the fingers he still used between my walls. I knew instinctively that Sam wouldn't move on, unless I answered him truthfully and completely. So I mulled his question over and enjoyed the soft warmth of his slick tongue and the strength of his powerful fingers.

"I guess…" I started, speaking slowly. "…it's because you let me. You're my Sammy, Baby… and I don't ever have to play 'Diva' with you. When I smile, you smile…you make me completely happy, and I trust you with my sweet side."

"…good answer, Baby," Sam muttered. "…and why do you trust me so much?" he asked before beginning to alternately kiss and lick the inner walls of my labia.

Again, I thought about my answer thoroughly while enjoying the sloppy and wet swipes of his tongue. Reveled in the softness of his mouth and gentle suction of his pillowy lips against my sensitive flesh. I got even more excited, and felt another hot trail of slipperiness leave my body.

"So creamy…" Sam let me know as he slurped and drank from me patiently.

It didn't take me long to formulate my answer. "…Baby, I trust you because you trust me. I'm the only one who knows how depressing your home life is. I'm the only one who's seen your baby sister cry. I'm the one you talk to at night when you're tired and sad. We're a team."

"…and what makes us a team, Darlin'?" This time, after asking, he planted his mouth directly over my clit and began to suck and lick.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever felt. That same mouth, that worked so hard to make me laugh and comfort me when I was down…the same mouth that sang to me quietly on those romantic late-night picnics…that same mouth that kissed my fingertips and murmured "I love you;" well, it was just as dedicated –if not more- to filling me with all the pleasure in the world. He nibbled me gently, then sucked me slowly. He licked me forcefully, then kissed me hungrily. He'd flick his tongue sharply, then flutter it against me teasingly. Finally, Sam painted my pussy with short slow swipes up and down before settling into a million circles around my clit; around and around and around…

Just as was about to erupt, I shouted my answer to Sam's most recent and important question. The answer I'd been denying to everybody, denying to Sam; hell, denying to myself for these past long months.

"…because you and I are going to love each other forever and ever…" I cried.

And that was when I woke up.

I'm not gonna lie, man…I was in tears, and my body was shaking uncontrollably from the orgasm I'd been racked with in my sleep. The insides of my thighs were wet with my own come, and the dream had been so vivid that I trembled with frustration and disappointment.

Wet dreams can be really great…They are; I'm not denying that part. But that wasn't the part that really set my emotions on high alert. It was the way Sam and I communicated throughout the whole thing, the way we always knew exactly what we had together. The whispered, loving words had set my body on fire. The declarations of love and promises of forever had been what clenched at my heart. Sam Evans gets to me in a way that nobody else in the world ever has. He knows how to speak to my soul, and he isn't ashamed to love me so fiercely. Because he knows I love him the same way…

And I didn't feel that way with, you, Shane.

I'm sorry…but I didn't. As grateful to you as I was for supporting me, and as much as I like you as a friend…I can't help but crave the connection that I have with Sam. You caught up with me tonight, and accused me of being cruel. You asked me how I could show up here at Prom, and throw my relationship in your face. Well, you asked for it, Shane; and here's my explanation…

My love aches to meet in the middle with Sam's love. I need him like I need air! I'm empty without him in my life and I can't do this 'walking around and living' thing unless I'm with him.

I feel guilty for the things I've done in the name of love. Believe me, Shane; I do… But that stolen kiss that's making you so sad and angry? It was based on true feeling; feelings I want to keep having forever. I tried to be respectful of your pain, but I couldn't deny him or deny myself any more. That's why I broke up with you the day after I had the dream, and that's why my heart's finally led me back to Sam.

So I'm telling you all of this here, before our last high school dance -and giving you way too much information about my past and my dreams- so that maybe you'll understand. I don't want you to think I'm trying to hurt you for no reason…because that's not what this is. I know you didn't wanna hear about 99% of what I just told you. And I'm not trying to punish you for confronting me out here when we should be in there with our dates having a good time. You know in your heart of hearts that what we shared wasn't love…because if it had been we would have talked about this stuff before! That was a mistake on my part, because if we had you wouldn't have been so blind-sided; but at least give me credit for finally being truthful…

So when you see Sam and I together tonight, Shane, please don't look away... And please don't feel rejected, because that isn't what this is…Somewhere –maybe even right there in that gym- is somebody who you can love the same exact way. Somebody that you know feels just like that about you. And when you find her, man… I'm gonna be so happy for you…

And maybe I don't deserve your blessing, but can you at least try to be happy for me, too?

A/N: I'm gonna be honest. I started to write this chapter like an episode of The Bachelor…complete with a limo ride, some fancy restaurant, some posh hotel room and a late night skinny dip in an isolated pool. But I had to ask myself if that was really the kind of fantasy Mercedes would prefer. I had to ask myself if she was the kind of girl whose wildest dreams included nights spent drowning in opulence and indulgence.

In the end, I had to answer myself with "no." The fact is, that a girl who willingly dates and accepts and loves a boy who has nothing to offer her, is a girl who understands the value of companionship over luxury. So I scrapped the tux and red bottom heels and decided to let Mercedes dream of something those two probably didn't get very often…a day alone with each other.

The Shane element happened by accident and I don't regret it. Sorry, not sorry for being slightly messy.

I hoped you liked it…