Author's Note: Wow, thank you so much everyone for the amazing reviews! I received a few prompts and I'm really excited to get started on them! It's been a crazy past few days with the holidays, but I feel like I'm finally able to write again. So, here is the next installment!

Prompt: Stolen Kisses

Season 3, Episode 16: Saturday Night Glee-ver

Mercedes stared the computer screen in shock, shaking her head back in forth. "I can't believe you did this for me." She looked at the adorably excited blonde boy sitting next to her. "Why?"

Sam glanced up at her, a small smile forming on his lips, his eyes dancing. "Because I believe in you and what you could become. Now, complete strangers believe in you, too. You just need a find a way out to LA and do your thing." He paused for a moment, watching her facial expressions closely. "It's time for this dream to stop being a dream and become a reality." He looked back at the computer, reading a few comments. "Listen to them, they all wanna buy your album." He caught her eyes again and smiled at her grin. "So, do I. You ain't no skim milk, baby. You're the cream rising to the top."

She let out a tiny laugh right before she watched him lean in. Sam placed his hand along the side of her cheek, his fingers brushing her ear as he captured her lips. Mercedes leaned into him, her hand rising up to hold his arm in place. He seemed to be frozen in place, afraid that if he moved too quickly that she would retreat and run away from him again. He wasn't expecting to feel her tongue brush gently against his bottom lip.

He slowly opened his mouth and moaned when she slipped her tongue inside to caress his. Only when air became a necessity did they part. He opened his eyes and watched as hers fluttered and then settled on his. A small grin tugged at her lips before she leaned in this time, kissing him again. This continued for a few moments, until the school bell ringing interrupted them and reminded them of where they were.

Pulling away from their final kiss, Mercedes leaned her forehead against his. "I missed you so much," she whispered.

"I missed you, too." He nuzzled her nose with his before they simultaneously parted and stood up to leave school. As they exited the classroom, Sam slipped his hand inside of hers, their fingers entangling together.

Season 3, Episode 21: Nationals

Sam jogged down the hallways of the hotel, reading the numbers on the doors in search of the room Mercedes was in. They had finally settled down and gotten their shit together downstairs and decided to take a 20 minute break to cool off. Sam used this opportunity to search for his girlfriend and make sure she was okay. He heard the other girls saying that Ms. Sylvester was taking care of her, something of which he was not at all comfortable. He needed to see for himself to determine whether or not she was in good hands.

Stopping at a door, he glanced both ways down the hallway before pressing his ear to the cool wood. He listened for a minute and after not hearing any voices or movement, he swiped the key card that he asked Quinn to borrow and entered the room as quietly as possible. The lights were off and the shades were drawn to keep any sunlight out of the room. He squinted in the darkness and used his cell phone for light. The first bed on his right was empty and neatly made, so he took a few steps forward and found a lump in the second bed near the bathroom door.

He tiptoed over to the bed and whispered her name. A soft grunt was his reply and he couldn't help but smile at the sound. He toed off his shoes and pulled the covers back slightly, slipping into the warm sheets with her. She was curled up in a ball, her nightgown tangled around her and her head scarf out of place.

"Sammy," she groaned, her eyes still tightly shut. "What are you doing here?"

Sam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her head to his chest. "I'm making sure my baby is okay."

Despite her illness, Mercedes snuggled deeper into his embrace. "If Ms. Sylvester comes back, you're dead." When he didn't respond for a moment she opened her eyes and tilted her head back to glance at him.

He dipped his head down swiftly and kissed her lips gently. "You're worth it."

Season 6, Episode 6: What the World Needs Now

"So, is this, uhhh, Christian Rock guy... is he... ya know... Is he "bigger" than me?"

Mercedes' eyebrows raised and amusement danced in her eyes. "Well, yeah," she nodded nonchalantly. "They call him "Tank", so what do you think?"

"Aw..." Sam grimaced.

"Sorry, Sam," Mercedes held her hands up in her defense. "Mercedes Jones is all about that bass."

"I'm not ready for that," he admitted. "I am not ready to be one-upped by Tank." She let out a laugh and he smiled at her before he pulled his guitar strap over his head and set it on the floor carefully by his feet. A naughty thought ran through his mind and he pursed his lips, wondering how she would react. "So, has he kissed you yet?"

The smile dropped from her lips instantly. "W-what?"

"Tank," he replied with a shrug. "Has he kissed you?" She avoided his gaze and he grinned triumphantly. "I'll take that as a no."

She finally looked at him and noticed the mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Sam..." she warned, holding her hand up.

"What?" he asked innocently. "You're seeing him, but he hasn't kissed you. That means you're just friends at the moment."

"I..." She bit her lip as he closed the distance between them on the bench, his hand cupping her cheek. "Sam," she whispered.

He ignored her and dipped his head down, kissing her cheek, then her jaw, the spot on her neck behind her ear, and back again. His mouth finally brushed hers, but that's all it was, a brushing of lips. He watched her through hooded eyes as she waited for him to kiss her properly. When he didn't, she let out a frustrated sound and puckered her lips that extra centimeter so she was now kissing him. He smiled against her lips and opened his mouth when her tongue asked for entrance.

The kiss deepened, their tongues partaking in the familiar dance of dominance. They got lost in their own world momentarily, forgetting everything around them. It was just them, Sam and Mercedes, and their love. His hand moved from her cheek to her neck, his fingers tracing against her collarbone before dipping down and brush against her breast.

Mercedes seemed to come to her senses at that moment and pulled way from him, reaching up and removed his hand from her breast slowly. He hung his head, his breathing labored. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

She shook her head, holding his hand tightly and kissing his cheek. "Don't be. I'm not." He raised his head and gazed at her guiltily. "I kissed you, Sam."

"Yeah, but I-" She placed her pointer finger on his lip to silence him.

"Our love is very strong," she told him. "Our timing is just wrong."

Author's Note: Okay, so I hope this is okay. Not sure if this is what you meant seasalted23 by stolen kisses, but this is what I came up with.