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Chapter 2 – Making Acquaintances

"Bye Miss Jones."

"Miss Jones, Have a nice weekend."

Mercedes grinned at the two young boys exiting glee club. "Goodbye guys. Remember to have your performances ready for Monday."

Mercedes began to gather her things, before leaving to go home to soak in a long hot bubble bath, with a glass of white wine at her side and an interesting book, perhaps a bit of 50 shades of grey. Just as she was about to lock her classroom door, she heard her name being called behind her. Mercedes turned to see a young Stacy Evans smiling bashfully before her, blue eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Sorry to interrupt you Miss Jones. I perfectly understand if you're busy, but... Well my brother's late to pick me up as per usual and I thought I could use this time to get help with our glee assignment. Though if you don't have time I understand. I was just wondering what song to do and whether to do it acapella or not. Hmm what I should wear, how should I style my hair, should I have back-up singers?" Stacey continued to babble and play with her hands as she stared at the floor, before Mercedes interrupted her.

"Stacey of course I would love to help you with your song. It would be my pleasure".

Stacey and Mercedes sat opposite one another on the chair of the white piano in Mercedes' classroom. "So Stacey what ideas do you have for a song" Mercedes asked kindly.

"Well Miss Jones, since the topic is memories I thought I'd choose a song that relates to one of my most favourite memories." Stacey smiled shyly.

"I think that's a great idea. What song is it?"

"Stand By Me. You see, when I was ten, my parents encouraged me to sing in the school talent show. They knew I could sing, but they had no idea I had tremendous stage fright. So there was me backstage, my pink skater dress on, pig tails in my hair, microphone in my hand ready to pass out. When I got up on that stage, hundreds of eyes staring at me, I froze. The music started playing but nothing came out of my mouth. I was so close to crying, but that's when my big brother showed up. He stood up in the audience and began to sing, even though he looked like a complete fool, he done that just for me, cheering and shouting like a maniac. Despite being an ass-"

Mercedes gave Stacey a stern look.

"I mean idiot, who can never pick me up on time, he'll always be there when I need him. Without him I don't think I'd even be in glee club."

Mercedes could tell that Stacey obviously cared greatly about her brother as her face lit up when talking about him. "He sounds like a gentleman" Mercedes beamed brightly at Stacey. "So let's start practicing then".

Mercedes began to play the opening notes of 'Stand By Me'.

"Baby you don't have to leave. If you stay I can make it worth your while" her voice low and sensual, the slender blonde woman went to straddle Sam's hips and began peppering his neck with wet kisses.

"Darling this has been real fun but I've got to go." Sam's southern drawl escaped from his lips as he climbed off of the bed. "I might call you. I might not. Thanks for this anyway". Sam left the women open-mouthed, dumb-founded at the audacity of the man opposite her. Before she could go on a rant, Sam had speedily left.

As Sam drove the roads of California in his white Audi, the cool breeze hit his skin and the sunset beckoned him to look to the sky for a moment. Without the distraction of music or bustle of busy traffic, Sam's mind started to wonder. Sam's thoughts focused on Puck's sudden infatuation with a woman. At the age of twenty-eight Sam's mother kept pestering him to 'make some grandbabies' as she so bluntly stated, but he found comfort in the fact that his best friend Puck had yet to make an effort to start a family. But after having to hear Puck's constant rambling on about his 'goddess', Sam didn't feel convinced that Puck would forever remain a bachelor with a string of ladies in his trail.

Once Sam escaped from his deep thoughts he went to pick up his phone. He looked at the time which read 4:50 pm. "Shit! Shit!" Sam began to smooth his blonde locks down with his rugged hands as he realised he had forgotten to pick up his younger sister from school. He was more than an hour late. Sam speedily made his way to McKinley High School. Glancing again at his phone, he had a text message from Stacey: 'You're late again. I expect an apology in the form of new clothes and comics. When you finally decide to arrive, I'll be in Miss Jones' room'.

As Sam pushed his way through the school doors, he glimpsed at all the McKinley High School photographs, the vast amount of sports trophies kept in the glass cabinet and the school logo which was printed virtually everywhere. Sam stepped towards the reception desk and looked towards the young pale brunette women typing fiercely at the keyboard of the computer. Before addressing her, Sam coughed and as she raised her head, he gave his signature smirk before saying "Excuse Me, would you be so kind as to point me towards Miss Jones' room".

After rapidly blinking and catching her breath, the women nervously responded "It's the last classroom down this corridor".

Sam winked at the receptionist, replying with "Thanks Gorgeous".

As Sam walked quickly down the corridor towards Miss Jones' room he heard a familiar sweet voice which was none other than Stacey's but then he stopped in his tracks as he heard what only could be described as an angel's voice. Willing his feet to move he stopped at the door to peer into the music room where his sister and her teacher were rehearsing. Sam instantly recognized the song and started to smile, though his smile soon faltered, his expression turning into one of awe. Sam was not prepared for what he saw when Miss Jones' turned around to look at the figure in her doorway.

Sam's eyes took her in staring for what may have only been a couple of minutes but felt like hours. He started at her feet which were in small black heels that only went on to compliment her thick legs, that he imagined would be perfect wrapped tightly around his waist. Her chocolate skin looked rich and smooth; Sam revelled in the thought of sensually licking every inch of it. His eyes found her hips, her glorious wide child bearing hips, which he could envision gripping hard as he thrust powerfully into her core. He then saw the dip of her curves, which tantalised him to reach out for her. He gazed further upwards to view her large breasts which were caged by the little black bandage dress she wore, oh how he would love to release them from their imprisonment. His eyes continued their travels as he saw a silver heart pendant necklace that fell between her cleavage, adding more attention to her bust, as it glimmered under the light. Finally his eyes rested on her face, which was framed beautifully by her large black curls. He could tell she was blushing under his intense stare, despite her mocha skin; there was a tint of red in her cheeks. He took in her luscious lips that begged to be kissed, her cute button nose and then finally his eyes locked with her beautiful brown orbs. They exchanged a stare so deep; Sam felt she was peering into his soul.

At the thought he quickly shifted his eyes towards the wooden panelled floor as he started to feel nervous, resulting in sweat forming along his brow.

Sam slowly walked towards the women, offering her a shy smile. 'Wait why am I shy, she's just a women, an exceptionally beautiful women whose body I would spend the rest of my life worshipping. Pull it together Sam' he thought shaking his head, his green eyes again met her brown ones. Sam extended his hand in her direction "Hello, I'm Sam. Sam Evans." As her hand linked with his, he felt a sharp spark extend from his hand up his arm to his chest, causing his heart rate to accelerate.

Mercedes gazed longingly at the man standing near her extending his hand. His blonde hair made his slightly tanned skin glow, though she could make out the brown roots that were begging to be noticed. The slight scruff on his face, which was shaded the same light brown colour, made him appear quite dominant. Mercedes then took the chance to glance at his lips. A small groan escaped her mouth. 'Imagine what those lips can do. Damn are his lips bigger than mine. Why are they so plump? Do you think he'd mind if I touched them'. Whilst gathering her thoughts she continued her travel downwards towards his chest which was covered by his skin tight t-shirt, nonetheless his protruding abdominals were obvious.

As Mercedes shook his hand she felt a spark, causing her eyes to trace from his masculine hands to his smouldering green eyes. Fearing that her voice would come out in a squeak, Mercedes quickly coughed before introducing herself, "Good-afternoon I'm Miss Jones, Stacey's Music Teacher".