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Song is Lightening by The Wanted

You're in control
Pressin' pause on my heartbeat
Someone stole all the air
So I can't speak now
I know the chase is on
I feel as though
My time has come

How many times do I fly
Through your head space
Now it's speeding away
From the safe place

Yeah, your skin
The touch, the kiss
The rush too much
And here it comes

When your lips touch mine
It's the kiss of life
I know
I know that it's a little bit frightening
We might as well be playing
With lightning

We touch like,
Like it's our first time
Oh oh
I know that it's a little bit frightening
We might as well be playing
With lightning now

Oh oh
Oh oh

Just you and me and the
Coats in the back room
Learning things they don't
Teach in the classroom

Now, you're here
I feel the fear
But everything
Is oh so clear

I've been addicted to you
Since the first hit
Out of control like a surge of electric

Yeah, your skin
The touch, the kiss
The rush, too much
And here it comes

When your lips touch mine
It's the kiss of life
I know
I know that it's a little bit frightening
We might as well be playing
With lightning

We touch like,
Like it's our first time
Oh oh
I know that it's a little bit frightening
We might as well be playing
With lightning now

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh

Your skin, the touch
The kiss, too much
Your skin, the touch
The kiss, the rush
Your skin, the touch
The kiss, too much
The rush, the rush
The rush, the rush

When your lips touch mine
It's the kiss of life
I know
I know that it's a little bit frightening
We might as well be playing
With lightning

We touch like,
Like it's our first time
Oh oh
I know that it's a little bit frightening
We might as well be playing
With lightning now

Oh oh
Oh oh

'Well?' the tone of the voice that asked the question managed to convey a sense of exasperation and worry all at the same time and Quinn sighed honestly not sure if she was going to be able to answer it at all.

'I don' know…' she shrugged helplessly then mentally slapped herself as she realised that Kurt would not be able to see her gesture through the phone line.

'What do you mean you don't know?' his voice was uncharacteristically sharp.

'She wouldn't talk about it…I don't know what happened in that restroom,' Quinn told him truthfully. 'All I know is that something definitely went down between them.'

'I'll say. If they didn't fuck, it was due to your impeccable timing only. But no matter how angry she was, she had that post-orgasmic glow in her eyes…there's no erasing that. Trust me I've seen it too many times not to recognise it,'

'Kurt, we are talking about Mercedes! I highly doubt-'Quinn's outraged tone was suddenly cut short by a loud snort at the other end of the line.

'I'm telling you Quinnie dear, that the sexual tension between them was off the charts…the spark was so hot that I half expected her to get pregnant from just one look!'

'Kurt!' Quinn was aghast.

'Are you blind?' Kurt's turned bordered on the incredulous.

'No, of course not but there is no way Mercy would have a one night stand let alone do it in a public restroom!'

'Did you even see him? The man was drop dead gorgeous…anyone with eyes in their head could see that, and the 'fuck me' vibe was out in full force and directed straight at our Mercy-me…Even Santana admitted that had she been straight she would've climbed him like a tree,'

'Whatever! You believe what you want to and I'll believe what I want to,' Quinn told him firmly. 'Either way we won't know what happened because she refuses to discuss it! As far as she is concerned if she ever lays eyes on him again it'll be too soon,'

'About that…' Kurt trailed off and the sheepish note in his tone had Quinn on high alert and her blood pressure spiking.

'What have you done?' she rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly as she waited for his response. How the hell did either Kurt or Santana land them in scrapes like this?

'I may or may not have accidentally on purpose given him Mercy's business card,' came the diffident reply.

'Shit Kurt! Are you crazy!' she practically shrieked down the phone line. Kurt winced at the other end. For Quinn to curse was definitely a bad sign.

'Look aside from the whole rivals in business issue, the guy was all about Mercedes and she was definitely into him. I just gave him helping hand,'

'Yes, the same hand that is going to be chopped off your body when Mercedes finds out what you've done. She will hang, draw and quarter you! Be picking out a nice funeral outfit from your fashion collection to be buried in because you're going to be needing it very soon,' she told him acidly.

'Come on Q, honey. No need to be so hasty. If I don't mention it and you don't mention it…' Kurt trailed off hopefully.

'You're asking me to lie now?' Quinn could not believe the sheer cheek.

'Not lie per se. Just don't mention you know is all,' Kurt suggested cajolingly. Quinn shook her head and pulled the receiver away from her ear looking at it like it had grown two heads. What planet did Kurt live on?

'Kurt, even if I don't say anything it still does not change the fact that Sam Evans is one of the reasons this business is going down the toilet. She is not going to suffer the fool gladly.' Of that Quinn was absolutely sure. Mercedes Jones would sooner stick a cravat pin through Sam Evans' heart then look at him.

'Whatever he's done, he was not responsible for that man collapsing and dying at that wedding; the man's patently unhealthy lifestyle was what carried him off, nor for the bride jilting her groom at the altar to run off with his best friend, nor was he responsible for the groom who was discovered to be an illegal immigrant transvestite from Mexico,'' Kurt said reasonably.

'Yes but-'

'He wasn't responsible for the article that moron Jacob Ben Israel wrote in the Lima Gazette about your seemingly cursed business and your haunted premises.' He overrode her in his defence of Sam.

'Yes, but he was responsible for the interview he gave that idiot about how to run a real bridal consultancy…not to mention the advert he took out on the billboards around town and in the paper itself. Mercedes is convinced that the wording was used specifically to bang another nail in our coffin. And I don't think she's far off the mark. I mean what idiot would use the words "Others promise you starlight romance but here at Pronovia we deliver a fairy-tale without the drama." That was a downright open dig at us,' Quinn's eyes widened as she caught sight of Mercedes through the shop windows.

'Well I-'

'She's here! Can't talk anymore!' Quinn hissed then rapidly hung up. Mercedes trudged through the doors barely glancing at the beautiful displays of wedding dresses they had put in the window the previous afternoon. They had agreed upon their latest wedding theme, enchanted evening and had created what was arguably their most enticing shop window yet but Mercedes was no longer excited by it and it was all Sam Evans' fault.

'Hey,' Quinn greeted her from behind the cash desk, where she was currently perched on a stool.

'Hey,' Mercedes looked up briefly and Quinn gasped. Mercedes knew she looked like hell; she had slept very little the entire night and it showed. Her mind kept replaying the scene in the restroom, what she had done, what she had let him do until the ache between her legs became almost unbearable. Dear heaven, if Quinn hadn't interrupted when she had, she would have let him fuck her on the counter she was absolutely one hundred per cent sure. How the mighty are fallen, she bitched inwardly at herself. How many times had she preached to her friends about the dangers of one night stands, yet there she had been last night, panties round her ankles while a complete stranger pleasured her until she came! The icing on the cake had been of course that far from being a complete stranger, Sam had turned out to be the owner of a rival bridal consultancy. What was more one that had ruthlessly tried to put them out of business, and unless a miracle happened within the next month he would succeed.

'Want to talk about it?' Quinn asked sympathetically.

'No,' she sighed slinging her bag into the small office at the back of the store. 'I need to just forget about it. No point dwelling on the disaster that was last night,'

'It wasn't so bad,' Quinn tried to cheer her up, failing miserably.

'It wasn't so bad?' Mercedes echoed incredulously. What the hell was so great about ending up in a restroom with some guy's face between your thighs, screaming as he tongue-fucked you? Mercedes looked at Quinn's horror-struck face and realised with a sinking feeling of shame she had uttered the last part out loud.

'TMI! TMI!' Quinn cried jumping down off the stools, hands covering her ears. 'La, la, la pretty ponies...'

Mercedes closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Could this day get any worse? When she opened them it appeared that evidently the day could indeed get much worse. Her eyes widened in disbelief before she spun around, diving through the office door and closing it to.

'What the hell?' Quinn tried to open the door but Mercedes held it fast.

'Just get the fuck rid of him!' Mercedes hissed from behind the door.

'Get rid of wh-' the question died on Quinn's lips as she spied the unmistakable head of blond hair belonging to one Sam Evans come in to view, stepping out from an immaculate red sports car.

'Oh fuck!' for the second time, Quinn swore breaking her self-imposed monthly quota of swear words. 'What do I tell him if he asks for you?'

'I don't give a damn what you tell him! Tell him I'm on my way to Timbuktu, or I've run off to join hippie commune, I don't care! Just get him gone!'

Quinn squared her shoulders and turned towards the door. Patting her immaculate blond hair down, she summoned her most charming smile as the door opened.

'Hello, Mr Evans…'

Sam parked his car a few car lengths away from Starlight Brides on the opposite side of the road and switched the engine off. His gaze flicked out of the window at the shop front and his eyebrows rose at the display in the window. It was good; it was damned good he had to admit. They had captured the essence of the perfect wedding with their choice of a stunning wedding dress, ivory in colour but the bodice embroidered with silver and lilac swirls and tiny sparkling jewels embedded in the silk. The skirt flared out in an A-line with the embroidery continuing down the side of the dress. The bridesmaids dressed were strapless and simple in the same lilac as the swirls on the dress and complemented it beautifully. The window was strewn with twinkling fairy lights, trailing over artificial trees strategically placed behind the dresses. Enchanted Wedding, he read the golden script which scrolled across the window and nodded. They certainly had made it enchanting. He gazed at the dress again, imagining what Mercedes would look like in it and a small smile tugged at the corner of his cheek. Beautiful, no doubt and he was going to make it his mission in life to find out.

Of course that might prove a bit difficult, him being who he was. That had automatically put him on a bad footing with her. He now had to convince her that he was not trying to destroy her business and somehow he thought hell would freeze over before she was in the mood for listening to anything he had to say. Damn that shit Jacob Ben Israel! He hadn't a clue when he was interviewed about his successful bridal operation that the little fuck would link it to the unfortunate article he had written on Starlight Brides. The piece had been little more than made up bullshit, in Sam's opinion, hinting that Quinn Fabray and Mercedes Jones' business was cursed. Three wedding calamities in three months, the last one resulting in the death of the father of the bride and the moron had chosen to lay the blame firmly at the door of Starlight Brides and their supposedly haunted building. Never mind that the man in question had led a sedentary lifestyle, weighed close to three hundred pounds and lived by a diet of junk food.

The object of his thoughts suddenly turned the corner, head bent not looking in his direction. He breathed a sigh of relief. If he had to then he'd confront her in the street, although he hadn't planned on it, preferring the opportunity of cornering her again. He watched as she went in and began to count. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi… By the time he got to ten he stepped out of the car, locking it, smirking slightly as he headed across the road and to beard his prey in her lair. Show time, Sam, you're up.


'Hello Mr Evans…' Quinn greeted him politely, smiling. 'What brings you here?'

'It's Sam, please' he returned, ever the charmer. 'I'm looking for Mercedes,'

Quinn tensed slightly before forcing herself to relax. Mercedes was behind the office door, and there was no way Sam Evans could barge in there without permission, so there was really no need to be nervous.

'She's not here,' she told him, shaking her head slightly and was surprised by the unholy smile spreading across his face.

'Oh? When will she be back?' he asked interestedly. Quinn had the most horrendous feeling this man knew she was lying. She was a horrible liar, she knew it and evidently he did too judging at the way his eyes were dancing with laughter. Her eyes involuntarily flicked to the office door before returning to his.

'I'm not sure…she's gone to visit a sick relative,' she said the first thing that came into her head, wincing inwardly at how hesitant it sounded. 'Yes, she's gone out of state,' she continued injecting confidence into her tone.

'Right. And when will she be back?' the question was voiced with a hint of laughter.

Quinn waved her hand airily, mustering up a look of regret as she uttered yet another lie to add to her growing list.

'I'm not sure, really. I mean how long do these things take? No one can be sure…' she was rambling and she knew it but something about the guy made her nervous. He knew she was lying, she'd bet her bottom dollar on it, yet he wasn't calling her out on it.

'Isn't that irresponsible?' he questioned frowning. 'I mean to leave your business partner in the lurch like that?' Quinn cringed as she heard an unmistakable thump come from the other side of the door.

Sam cocked his head to one side and gazed pointedly at the door.

'Must be the cat,' Quinn smiled sickeningly before continuing ' I will let her know of course as soon as she comes back…' she trailed off her attention suddenly focusing on the front of the shop where a customer, the first one in a few weeks stepped through the door. She hesitated. She was torn; on the one hand Sam did not seem to be disposed to leave but on the other they could not afford to lose a potential customer.

'Don't worry, I'll wait here,' he said quietly smiling at her in the face of the distrustful look she was giving him. Mentally shrugging , she realised she had no choice and made her way over to the woman who was now looking at the racks of wedding dresses with what appeared to be her daughter. After all, she told herself firmly, how much trouble could he make?

Sam held back his laughter as he watched Quinn approach her customers. Shit, the girl obviously had no clue what a terrible liar she was! Even if Sam had not seen Mercedes enter the building with his own eyes he would've known by the look on Quinn Fabray's face. He smirked at the door behind the counter, biting his lip. Oh yes, his baby was behind that door, he had no doubt.

Keeping an eye on Quinn who was now totally engrossed with her customer, he raised his voice slightly in the direction of the door.

'Ok well I'll be going then. If you could pass my message on to Mercedes that'd be cool.' He inched closer to the door, stood to the side and waited.

Inside the office Mercedes glowered in quiet rage. She had been so incensed that he had dared to call her irresponsible that she had given an involuntary start and hit the door. She had been sure that he was about to march in and confront her but then she heard Quinn explain the noise away and he seemingly accepted it. What a fool. If he couldn't see what a bad liar Quinn was…she shook her head. Then she heard the golden words she'd been longing to hear since he'd got there.

'Ok well I'll be going then. If you could pass my message on to Mercedes that'd be cool.'

She almost did a victory dance, but decided that the risk wasn't worth it. She waited five minutes before opening the door sailing through it.

'Has that awful man gone? Good riddan-'she stopped dead as she locked eyes with none other than Sam Evans standing at the side of the door, smirking sexily at her.

'Hey Mercedes. Glad to see your friend has made such a speedy recovery,'

'What are you doing here?' she snarled at him, heat rushing into her cheeks as she was caught red handed. Flicking a glance over the shop she saw Quinn, busy with a customer.

'Waiting for you. I need to talk to you, Mercedes,' he replied, green eyes intently focused on her.

'I don't have anything to say to you Mr Evans,' she told her firmly, attempting to move past him but effectively blocked by his arm.

'Why so formal Mercedes…shouldn't we be on first name terms?' he grinned wickedly and her heart sank.

'Now you see here, Sam Evans, we have nothing, nothing, to discuss! Now get the hell out-'she stopped dead cringing with embarrassment as he cut across her.

'I mean…after all I had my head between your thighs last night, my fingers buried deep inside you and my tongue-'

She grabbed hold of his white V-neck T-shirt and dragged him inside the cramped space.

'Are you fucking crazy?' She said fiercely, rounding on him.

'I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said crazy about you?' he asked hopefully.

'Leave me the hell alone! I mean it!' she actually stamped her foot in the floor in a complete loss of temper.

'Sorry, can't do that,' his tone suggesting his was anything but sorry. He advanced on her slowly, cornering her in the small room. She tried to inch away to one side but he had effectively backed her up against the wall and anchored his arms on either side of her head.

'Don't you dare touch me!' she tried to sound commanding, tried to gain some sort of control of the situation but it came out as an almost breathless invitation. The heat in her core that had started as soon as she had seen him stepping out of his car, intensified with a vicious intensity and she pressed her thighs together in desperation. If he didn't get out of her space and now she'd end up ripping his clothes off and fucking him then and there, consequences be damned.

'No?' he asked his tone disbelieving as he anchored his hands on her hips, pulling her into his body. His lips hovered above hers for a split second before they crashed down on hers. She mewled against the assault of his tongue, mouth opening under his, her tongue snaking out to stroke his. Begging, imploring…completely wanton in its abandonment as it wrapped itself around his tongue.

'Fuck,' he muttered against her lips, as his hands skated under her shirt pushing it up to expose the smooth chocolate skin that had driven him out of his mind the previous night. He tried keeping control, he had to focus; fucking her now was not part of his goal today but it was proving hard to remember why not. He pulled the cups of her bra down roughly and the globes with which he had fantasised all last night spilled into his hands. His head bent and he took a dusky nipple in his mouth, watching as she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a load moan. One of his hands drifted down and under her skirt, fingers questing, rubbing over her entrance insistently. Shoving her panties out of the way his fingers found their goal and she smirked as she bit her lip hard.

'Please don't, Quinn could walk in at any minute,' she muttered brokenly. His fingers slide inside and she let keened at the pleasure that she had missed since the previous night, coursing through her veins once again. Her hand went to cover her mouth again but he pulled his hand away from her centre and grabbed both her wrists in one hand. He then slid his fingers back inside her, his thumb grazing slowly and deliberately over her clit.

'What are you doing?' she moaned helplessly.

'You're not going to keep quiet, baby. You're going to scream so that everyone can hear you,' he told her smiling sinfully at her. She shook her head, fear lighting her eyes.

'Please…no!' she begged, her breath hitching as he pumped his fingers deeper into her, his thumb continuing its slow, rhythmic rubbing of her clit, driving her insane with want.

He dropped to his knees, her hands still imprisoned in one hand and his mouth, hovered over her. She shuddered as his tongue snaked out to stroke up her slit. His tongue swept over her clit laving diligently at the small bundle of nerves and she tried to flex her body away from him but there was nowhere to go. He knew she was close, the bucking of her hips told him and shit if he wasn't desperate to slide his cock into her depths but he had to bide his time. His visit had a purpose and he was going to follow it through even if he ended up with the most serious case of blue-balls known to man.

'You want to come?' he asked her, his voice dropping low. Mercedes knew she was going to come at any moment, she would scream and there would be no way of stopping it.

'Please, don't do this…Quinn-'she broke off again as he latched his mouth on her clit and sucked.

'Ah shit!' she sobbed, now uncaring of what the world held outside of this room and this man.

'Go on a date with me,' he said removing his mouth from her but replacing it with his thumb.

'What? No!'

'You sure?' he teased. 'One date, that's all. And I swear I won't let them hear you,' he promised. She shook her head wildly but he sped his fingers up and knew as he felt her get wetter that she would be coming at any moment.

'One date,' he cajoled standing up, fingers still buried deep inside her. His mouth tugged on a nipple, biting down gently the action causing Mercedes to throw her head back in abandonment.

'No?' he asked again, pinching her clit lightly.

'Fine! Anything! Just…please!' As soon as she had given her agreement Sam pulled his hand away and took her mouth by surprise, his tongue surging inside taking everything she had to give. Her legs wobbled and his arms came up around her to support her, cradling her in his arms with a gentleness that was not lost on her.

He pulled away reluctantly and looked into her dazed eyes.

'I'll pick you up at seven o clock on Saturday. I'll be in touch later on in the week to get your address.'

Mercedes tried to focus on what the blond devil was saying, utterly humiliated that she'd been out-manoeuvred by him and completely desperate to come. He knew it! The hateful man knew she'd been on the point of climaxing. He knew the burning ache between her legs was killing her dammit!He kissed her softly before turning and pulling the door open. He turned back towards her, a flash of masculine pride surging through him as she slid down the wall to sit on the floor, her legs clearly no longer able to support her.

'I hate you! She spat angrily, knowing that as soon as he'd gone she would be in the restroom trying to relieve the excruciating want in her pussy.

'Next time, I will make you come, have no doubt. With my fingers, with my mouth and most definitely with my cock. And when you scream you won't care who hears you. That's a twenty-four carat solid gold Sam Evans promise….Just for the record, Mercedes…you are the sweetest, most delicious thing I've ever tasted,' he grinned a shit-eating grin, licking his lips, the subtle gesture making her burn in embarrassment even more.

She couldn't muster a reply to his parting shot and could only watched as he left, praying to God that Quinn would remain blissfully ignorant of what had happened. It appeared God wasn't listening to her prayers today, she acknowledged as her friend's blond head appeared around the door, eyes widening at her dishevelled and stunned appearance.

'Mercedes! What the hell did he do?' Quinn's horrified shriek cut through the air. Mercedes thought about it for a couple of seconds before replying.

'Too much. Not enough,'

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