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Chapter 2: The Diva-off

A WWIDTDA Club Member's POV

Brittany walked in almost bouncing. Her normal crazy seemed to be kicked up a notch. I felt the need to inform her of her tardiness. "Brittany, you're late. We only have a few minutes before Glee starts."

"I'm pretty sure you'll all forgive me once I tell you who I've been doing this past week!" Her smile was bright.

Sam, our faithful VP, asked the question cautiously. "Who?"

"Cedes!" she squealed like a fan girl.

"What?" I stood. "That's not fair! I thought we were all going to just talk about her, not pursue her."

"Jealous?" she asked me.

"I am! Do you know how many times I've dreamed of hittin' that?" another member interjected.

"Brittany, sweetheart, can I just have a second hand kiss? Those lips have actually touched our beautiful goddess," Sam asked.

"I'm not sharing."

"Brittany," Sam whined. "Your little hands aren't even equipped for what our girl has to offer. Mine," he held out his hands. "are ass holdin' hands. These lips were practically made for kissin' her full ones, and this –"

"Here we go again! Sam just shut up! We know. We're all here for the same reason!" I interrupted him. "The fact of the matter is what are we going to do now? Just sit here with the knowledge that Brittany of all people is the only one to have gotten up close and personal with the diva?"

"She's not an object," one of the original members informed me. "I don't even know why you're here!"

"I know she's not an object. It's just…forget I said anything, and for your information I'm here for all the same reasons! She's beautiful, and I like to admire."

"Could've fooled me!" Our most silent member spoke up.

"Oh don't get your Cheerio skirt in a twist! Do any of you show it?"

They were all looking anywhere but at me. I knew I had a point. None of them, well with the exception of two, ever gave the impression that they were interested in her. "My point exactly!" I smiled triumphantly.

"What point?" Mercedes asked from the door as she walked in arm and arm with Kurt. A few others filed in after her and Brittany made a point to turn her so that her ass was facing us as she hugged her. There was an identical smile on each of our faces.

Mercedes's POV

Kurt was chattering on and on, but I couldn't help the knowledge that had spilled from Brittany at the beginning of the week. There was a secret club fan club about me, and I only knew two of the members. Brittany, who was sitting beside Santana today, gave me a sheepish smile. I smiled back politely. Then there was Sam. He was sitting with his arm lazily thrown over the back of Quinn's chair. I saw him smirk and wink at me. I turned my head, telling myself that this wasn't happening. That boy was not in my fan club. Britt promised me that she would keep our fooling around a secret, and in turn I'd act like I was none the wiser about Sam being in the club as well. Somehow, I didn't trust the girl. Just like she'd let slip about the club and Sam, she'd probably tell someone about my lack of innocence.

I wondered who else could possibly be in my fan club. Was it possible that more New Directions members were also involved? Cutting off Kurt mid sentence, I asked, "Do you know about Finn being in any other clubs?" I asked testing the waters.

He frowned. "No. Football and Glee is all. Mercedes, were you even listening to me? What's all this about?"

"What about Sam?"

"Why would I know anything about Sam?"

I gave him a look, knowing that he knew a lot about the boy. He even knew that blonde wasn't Sam's natural hair color. "While I did do research initially when he first arrived, I have to say that his whereabouts aren't much concern to me now that he's actively pursuing Quinn."

"Oh, well never mind then," I said disappointedly.

"Are you going to answer my question, Diva?"

"What question was that?"

"Three divas sleepover at Rachel's house tonight?"

"Sure. You know I'm always up for that!"

After Glee that day, I was at my locker getting some books when I felt a presence behind me. Sam Evans was leaning against the lockers across the hall, watching me. He was biting his lip and I had to admit that it was damn sexy.

When he saw that I'd noticed him, he walked over to me. "Hey, Cedes."

"Hi. So what were you looking at over there, Sam?" I asked, letting him know I had caught him.

His cheeks turned red and he looked away from me. "Oh, nothin'. I was just spacing out."

Smiling knowingly, I said, "Yeah. It happens."

There was no way he didn't know I'd caught him gazing at my ass. He started tripping over his words. "I…um…Well, see ya tomorrow."

Sam was amusing, and it was fun messing with him. "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't I get a hug?" I never hugged this boy, but that didn't mean that I wouldn't start just to make his day.

He frowned. "You…you want to hug me?"

"We're in Glee together, and I hug all of them, so…"

That lopsided grin he sometimes sported brightened his face. Sam cautiously held out his arms for me to hug him. I walked into his embrace and his arms wrapped fully around me. This boy held me tight and my head snapped up when I felt his hand on my backside.

"Sam! Are your hands on my ass?"

"Sorry. I…accident."

He was still holding me close when Kurt and Rachel came out of the choir room. "What is this?" Rachel asked, her voice suddenly high pitched.

Sam and I put distance between us, but I noticed that he kept his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. He was grinning at Rachel. "Just a nice little hug between friends." There was something in the way that he looked at her and the way she glared back that I was missing.

"Well, I wasn't aware that you and Mercedes were friends," Rachel pointed out.

Sam's thumb was rubbing up and down my side in a not so friendly way. I was stunned speechless. "Well, Rachel, just because you aren't aware, doesn't make it not so, right Cedes?"

I frowned, moving from his grasp. "I don't know what this is, but don't put me in it."

"It's nothing. Besides, we have a slumber party to get ready for." Rachel looped her arm through mine, leading me to the parking lot with Kurt following behind us.

We got into Kurt's SUV and began our ritual of going to his place to pack his overnight bag, then we went to my house to grab mine, before hitting the store for snacks. All throughout the store, Rachel was clinging to me like I was her better half. Kurt shot me quizzical looks and I shrugged in response. As we stood at the register, I looked over at her with her arm looped through mine.

"Rachel, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You just seem…" I was at a loss for how to put it nicely.

"Clingy," Kurt supplied.

"I've just missed spending time with you Mercedes. That's it," she answered.

I just shook it off. Sometimes, delving into Rachel's mind scared me. I would take her at her word, even if I didn't truly believe her.

When we'd gotten to her house, we'd watched movies and sang ourselves into exhaustion. By the time we settled down, we were all sitting in bed, talking about guys. "Mercedes, what is the deal with you and Sam? I was under the impression that he was pursuing Quinn," Rachel pried.

I shrugged. "There is nothing happening with me and Sam. I should be asking you that question. What was that little altercation in the hall about?"

"I was just curious is all as to why you two were hugging."

"Cedes is a hugger, Rachel, get used to it. There's no big scandal involved she just likes to hug," Kurt explained and that seemed to satisfy her curiosity.

By lights out time, I was half asleep when I heard Rachel and Kurt arguing. "Rachel, what are you doing?"

"I want to sleep beside Mercedes this time!"

"I always sleep in the middle!" Kurt protested.

"Well I want the middle this time, Kurt! It's my bed after all!"

I heard Kurt sigh and felt the bed move. Rachel's slight form was now in between Kurt and me, and I felt her arm go around my waist as she snuggled into my back. It was hard for me to sleep because this was a little weird. I was always under the impression that Rachel didn't like me as much as she did Kurt. I always thought she invited me along because she knew Kurt would object if I wasn't included. As I thought this over in my head, I didn't move. I let Rachel believe I was asleep.

It wasn't too long before I felt her hand snaking down my stomach and slipping between my thighs. I gasped and my hips automatically reacted, lifting at her touch. She shushed me.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, trying not to wake Kurt.

"You," she answered.

"Rachel, what the hell! What about Finn?"

"He's okay. I let him watch when Quinn and I fool around," she said it so casually I almost missed it.

"Excuse me!" I said a little too loudly and Kurt grumbled. I knew I hadn't woken him because it took a lot more than that to wake Kurt. Sometimes that boy slept like the dead.

Her lips were right up close on my ear. "It's obvious that I have to work a little harder to make you speechless." She applied more pressure, ensuring that I feel each pass of her fingers over my clit through the thin fabric of my pajamas and panties. My hips swirled accommodatingly.

I couldn't say much of anything then, because it felt so good. Be it Rachel Berry or not, it had been a while since Brittany and I had fooled around and my body was appreciative of someone's hands besides my own touching me. Every once in a while a quiet moan would escape me. Rachel was chattering on and on as she worked hard to get me off. I couldn't believe that Rachel Berry was fucking me. Brittany was totally believable, but Rachel…And to top it all off, the things she was saying were throwing me for a fucking loop.

"God, you're so pretty, Mercedes, it's just unfair how pretty you are. Sometimes, Quinn and I imagine what it would be like if you were to join us. My face buried between your legs while she played with your breasts." Rachel continued to paint a very hot as hell nasty picture in my mind of just what she and Quinn would do to me if I let them.

My hips were moved wildly at the images I was envisioning. I felt Rachel grinding against my ass as she even brought Finn into the fantasy. Nearing the cusp of my climax, I turned my head to look up at Rachel before the climax overtook me. She had this proud look in her eyes, this high and mighty glint that she always got when she was bossing people around. I had only a few seconds to dwell on that look before the waves of bliss overtook me, and I bit my lip hard to keep quiet.

After I rode out my orgasm, and I saw Rachel smiling smugly, I knew it was time to flip the script. There was just something about Rachel Berry that brought out the competitiveness in me. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Rolling over, I lifted Rachel's oversized sleep shirt, moving her panties aside and ramming my fingers inside of her. She squealed in surprise.

"I'm getting the sense that Quinn didn't let you dominate her, so you got off on doing it to me?" I asked her, and her head bobbed quickly in reply. My hands worked her over relentlessly. I knew her cries and whimpers would wake Kurt, but I was hell bent on making her come and doing a better job of it than what she did for me. Her hips were rising and falling off the bed and she was begging over and over, almost willing herself to come. I leaned down and my tongue swiped over her clit just once and she screamed my name.

There was no way in Hell Kurt didn't hear that. After she'd rode out her climax and opened her eyes, I smiled smugly, rolling out of bed. Out of the two of us she was the only one that had screamed out a name. Not once did I scream her name, or scream at all for that matter. "You're welcome," I said before making my way to the shower.

The next morning, Kurt was silent. He hadn't said a word over breakfast nor when we were all getting dressed. It was silent all around. Rachel hadn't spoken either. When Kurt left the kitchen, I looked over at her. "So that's what this whole mess is about between you and Sam? You're in the club too?"

She looked away from me. "I don't know what you're talking about," Rachel lied.

"I get it. The first rule is to never talk about it. Rachel, I'm not someone you guys can just fuck to one up each other."

"That's not what I was trying to do at all. I really do admire you, Mercedes, and sometimes you just want to show some appreciation to the people you admire." She kissed me on the cheek at the same time that Kurt came back into the room.

"You know, you two should really keep it down if you don't want me to question everything I thought I knew about you. For drama's sake, I'm going to pretend that I never heard a thing," he vowed, and we walked out the door like nothing ever happened.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! I loved and read all of your reviews. Thanks so much for giving me your thoughts. They keep me writing!

This was the hardest chapter to write. I really don't like Rachel Berry that much, but my bestie requested it, and now you know three club members!

There will always – for the most part – be an unknown club member POV to start the chapter. Until Sam because we know he's there lol. And I'm a samcedes girl at heart, so of course I have to sprinkle in some Sam. Don't be surprised if Samcedes moments get sprinkled into every chapter.