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So sorry for taking so long to update but school has totally taken over my life. I can't catch a break! I felt like I've been writing this chapter for fifty years because I could only write parts of it at a time due to my crazy schedule. But I'm finally done! Yes!

There's a few surprises in this one but nothing too out of left field. Enjoy and be sure to tell me what you think!


Mercedes was starting to regret the decision to skip the library in favor of her apartment to study for her women's history mid-term. Of course, tonight would be the night Santana was holding X-Factor auditions in the living room, neglecting to inform her before doing so. The loud guffawing was bad enough but the off-key singing was driving her up the fucking wall. She was one poorly executed Mariah run from running in there and going all L.A. Reid on a motherfucker.

Her eyes couldn't roll back far enough inside her head to demonstrate the level of annoyance she had reached, her sigh thick with exasperation as she snatched a pair of earphones out of her book bag. She angrily stuffed them in her ears, too pissed to care whether or not the right earbud ended up in the right ear.

She scrolled through the albums on her iPod, selecting Daft Punk's Alive to keep her focused and upbeat. Turning her attention back to Evernote, she began typing answers to the questions on the study guide Professor Harper had provided earlier in the day.

After making it through the front side of the page, she decided to take a break. Standing, she arched her back, stretching her arms wide above her head while yawning. She then jogged in place and did a few toe touches for good measure. Around the World/Harder Better Faster Stronger began playing and she danced along, popping her butt out in time to the beat.

Distracted by her solo dance party, she didn't notice when the door opened.

Santana stared with her eyebrows raised as she bobbed along to a beat only Mercedes could hear. Mercedes turned and jumped to face her, stopping immediately when she saw an amused Santana standing in her doorway.

Ignoring the wildfire spreading rapidly across her cheeks, she pulled out her earphones, asking, "What's up?"

"I need you to come in there and school these bitches on how to sang because my ears can't take it anymore."

Objections from the living room carried down the hallway and Santana barked, "You know I'm right!"

She turned back to Mercedes with a pitiful look, adding, "Please? You can't stay cooped up in here all night!"

Mercedes shrugged, placing her iPod and earphones on the desk before replying, "Okay..."

Santana linked her arm with Mercedes' and skipped to the living room, dragging her along. Together, they scrolled through the selections on the karaoke CD, bickering when Santana thought she found the perfect song. After a little prodding, Mercedes begrudgingly agreed to the request causing Santana to hop with joy.

Santana stood in front of the entertainment center, giddily announcing, "Playtime is officially over because... we finally have a real singer!"

She dodged the pillows that were thrown her way, grinning widely because despite their best efforts, she remained unscathed.

Turning to Mercedes she said, "Go 'head, girl!"

Santana ran to join the rest of their friends near the sofa, sitting on a floor cushion just as Mercedes pressed play.

She picked up the mic and waited for her cue, swaying slightly as she brought the mic to her lips.

When I first saw you I already knew

There was something inside of you

Something I thought that I would never find

Angel of mine

Her voice was soft, timbre lighter than the original version and she smiled as she watched the reactions to her unique spin.

The doorbell rang as she sang the pre-chorus and Santana rolled her eyes as she stood, gesturing to Mercedes to keep going.

She stomped to the door furiously, upset that a latecomer was ruining her enjoyment of Mercedes' singing. Jerking the door open with a sharp pull of the knob, her murderous expression softened significantly when she saw Sam holding several bags of Chinese takeout.

She took the bags with one hand while using the other to pull him inside the apartment.

"You're right on time, ángel de suya."

Santana quickly placed the food on the kitchen counter, sprinting to the living room to reclaim her spot.

Mercedes' melodic voice lured him into the foyer and he leaned against the wall that separated the living room from the dining room. He grinned widely as he let the words she sang wash over him.

Nothing means more to me than what we share

No one in this whole world can ever compare

Last night the way you moved is still on my mind

Angel of Mine

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he watched her work the room as she paced back and forth, making eye contact with her audience. She acted as if she was actually performing on stage and not just in her living room in front of her friends. He knew the stage was where she truly belonged because he didn't hold back anything, giving every piece of herself to the song.

His chest swelled with pride as he witnessed their reactions to her performance. They were just as, if not more than, enamored with her beautiful voice.

Sam looked back at her and their eyes locked as she continued singing.

I never knew I could feel each moment

As if it were new,

Every breath that I take, the love that we make

I only share it with you... you, you, you, you...

A faint blush rosed his cheeks when several heads turned in his direction; some smiled while others smirked and Santana laughed. He didn't care because he was being serenaded by his- well, he wasn't sure what to call what they were yet. He felt like she was his girlfriend but no official titles had been handed out. That would be addressed after they had some quality alone time.

You came into my life sent from above (Came into my life, yeah yeah yeah)

When I lost all hope you showed me love (Boy You showed me love, uh huh)

I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (But boy your right on time)

Angel of Mine (Angel of mine, oh mine)

Mercedes sang with raw emotion and everyone swayed along, moved by the display unfolding before their eyes. Sam nodded his head with a big grin, waiting for her to hit the final note so he could show her how much her singing meant to him.

I look at you lookin' at me

Now I know why they say the best things are free

I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time

Angel of Mine

He walked closer and just when he reached the sofa, he witnessed Puck sprint to Mercedes, giving her a big hug followed by a kiss on the cheek. The display of affection stopped him dead in his tracks, confusion marring his features as rage burned inside his chest.

"That was beautiful, Mama!"

Mercedes grinned, laughing when Puck squeezed her tightly in his arms.

"Noah! Stop it!" He kissed her on the cheek again before letting her go and she slapped his shoulder.

"Boy, you so crazy!"

Sam stared in shock as others quickly swarmed around her, showering her with compliments. He had been upset by Puck's loud cheering at the play but that paled in comparison to the death glare he was sending him now.

He waited for Puck to pull away from Mercedes before approaching them both.

Mercedes gawked as he drew closer, his frosty disposition making her wary but his bad mood didn't lessen her desire for him.

She started to ask what was wrong when Puck interjected.

"Hey, man, what are you doing here?"

Sam squinted as he replied, "I was about to ask you the same thing."

Puck raised his eyebrows at Sam's threatening tone while Santana rolled her eyes at the standoff, standing in between them both as she said, "Hold on now, fellas."

She closed the doors of the entertainment center, protecting the LCD TV and stereo equipment before continuing, "Now you can fight!"

She motioned for everybody to give them space while Mercedes rolled her eyes as she protested the debacle.

"Tana, stop!"

Santana grinned and replied, "I was only joking."

She turned to Sam, explaining, "We all went to high school together."

Mercedes interrupted, "I tutored Puck and Santana and I were in glee club."

Puck looked at Sam then Mercedes, quickly figuring out that she was his boy's mystery woman. With mischief in his eyes, he added, "She helped me with my equations and I helped her hit those high notes."

Mercedes punched his shoulder and he yelped while rubbing the sore spot.

Sam scowled, his eyes darted from Mercedes to Puck and then back to Mercedes. He knew she had a past but one that included Puck, of all people, didn't sit right with him. Puck was his boy but he was a bit of an asshole. A lovable asshole but still an asshole. He wondered how in the world he was able to pull someone who was as smart and beautiful as his Mercedes.

His Mercedes? He didn't know why but something about it sounded right.

His anger was fleeting, replaced by a sudden warmth emanating from his chest, spreading out to his limbs, a lopsided grin replacing the scowl on his face.

Mercedes glanced at Santana who simply shook her head at his complete one-eighty, her eyes bulging when Sam laughed off Puck's comment before taking Mercedes in his arms.

He whispered, "You sounded great but I have a feeling you'll sound even better later."

Mercedes didn't even have time to react before his lips were crushing hers in a kiss so full of promise it made her yelp with a moan of protest when he stepped back. He grinned when she tried to hide the wild look in her eyes by turning away, savoring his taste by sucking on her bottom lip.

Trying to save face, she ushered everybody into the dining room where Santana was setting up a buffet. After another round of horrible singing and questionable song choices, the party wrapped up and Sam helped Santana and Mercedes clean up. Once Santana retire to her suite with yet another brunette, Sam gave Mercedes a determined look then ambushed her, throwing her over his shoulder. He sprinted to her room, kicking the door closed as he dropped her on the bed.

She bounced twice and before she could bounce again, his body covered hers. The intense emotion in his eyes instantly changed her playful giggles into nervous chuckles of uncertainty. He traced her jawline with his fingertips and she gasped at the gentleness of his touch. He stared into her eyes cupped both sides of her face. A question was on her lips but she didn't want to ruin the moment by second guessing.

Sam kissed the tip of her nose and the giggles were back, accompanied by snorts once he began kissing all over her face and neck.

"Sam, stop! Oh my God! I can't take it any more."

She tried pushing him away but he pressed his weight into her and she surrendered as his kissing grew more intense. He mashed his lips against hers, twisting his head back and forth until her cries combined into a prolonged moan of need.

Mercedes pulled impatiently at his clothes, desperate to take it to the next level. All she needed to do was find a way to get to that belt buckle. He should have known that foreplay wasn't necessary tonight. Being with him without being able to be with him for the past two hours had been torturous and she was looking to more than make up for lost time. His bulge rubbed against her stomach and she didn't understand why he was making them suffer when relief was within reach.

Suddenly he stopped kissing her, leaning back as he knelt on the bed. She rested on her elbows before he reached for both of her hands. She took his in hers and he pulled her up so that she was also kneeling. He lifted her t-shirt up and she raised her arms so he could remove it. He raised his arms and she smiled as she lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head then tossed it, watching as it landed on top of hers. After removing her bra, she rolled the front of her yoga pants down, leaning on her right then her left knee to work them down her legs. He was pleased to see her lack of underwear. Using the same maneuvers he shirked any remaining clothing and they knelt facing each other.

They stared at one another and although they were silent, it was never awkward. He needed the time to calm the erratic beating of his heart. Her beauty had him captivated and in that moment he knew he had to embrace the feelings he tried so hard to ignore. He liked to think that he wasn't a sap but deep down he had always known the truth. Maybe it was an imprint on Evans men fore the last three generations had married the first girl to possess their hearts.

The thought of marriage didn't scare him but the realization that she had him in the palm of her hand made him straighten his back. She was unaware of her power and he wasn't sure if he should let her in on his little secret.

She wondered what made that trademark goofy grin appear on his face. Her man was such a dork, an adorable one but still a dork. He got excited over the silliest things and she enjoyed all of his quirks because he was different from any guy she had dated before. She smiled back shyly as her heart fluttered in her chest. She didn't want to acknowledge her body's reaction to him but it was difficult to pretend that its interest was only sexual. It was much more than that and that fact scared her.

Instead of dealing with it, she reached inside her nightstand for a condom and handed it to him. He took it, ripping the wrapper and putting it on while still looking at her. She arched an eyebrow, wondering how he got so adept then remembered that they spent most of their days having all kinds of sex so for him it was second nature. She didn't know if it that was a good or bad thing and she didn't really care because it felt so good being with him.

Repositioning himself into a sitting position, he grabbed her hands and she crawled on her knees, hovering over his dick. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself on it, throwing her head back at the sensation of being filled so deeply. He inhaled sharply, gritting his teeth when he was seated fully inside her. Neither moved, adjusting to the indescribable feeling that came when their bodies joined together. Although they had experienced it countless times before, something about this time felt different.

She lifted her head, staring into his eyes as she rocked her hips slowly. His eyelids grew heavy with desire and his jaw relaxed when she quickened the pace slightly. She rolled her neck and her lips were puckered, the passion building in her belly. He didn't want to move so he could savor the sweetness of her movements because he couldn't seem to control himself once he started thrusting.

Their hands traveled up and down each other's bodies; her fingertips tracing the outline of his pecs while his dug into her back. She exhaled sharply, moaning as her walls clenched tighter around him, stilling her momentarily. He picked up the slack, pumping in and out of her at a steady tempo.

Shaking her head back and forth, she dug her finger nails into his shoulders. He welcomed the pain because it countered the pleasure of being with her like this. This position was his favorite because he was able to hold her close and watch her every reaction. She was so responsive, always letting him know how much she liked it.

Usually she was frantic in her need to come but tonight, she wanted it to last forever because it was so incredible. The question in his eyes, his caresses, the way he was loving her, just everything was perfect and she didn't want it to ever stop. Somehow the feelings she was too afraid to admit had grown in the short time since her realization and she wanted to tell him but it was too soon. It was the first time she had ever felt this way and she was determined to get it right. Since she couldn't tell him, she decided to show him.

Bracing herself by taking a firm grip of his shoulders, she lifted then dropped her hips. His eyes bulged and his breathing went from slow and measured to frenetic and raspy. He released a low, unsteady moan as he jerked his hips to meet her pace. She bounced in his lap, her breasts brushing roughly against his chest as their bodies slammed together.

He held her right hand in his left, pressing it against his chest as he asked, "Do you feel that?"

She gasped for air before asking, "What?"

He pressed her hand harder against his chest and she nodded when she felt his heartbeat in the palm of her hand. She eyed him warily, hoping he wouldn't say what she thought he was about to because she wasn't ready to hear it yet.

He kept her hand there as he began thrusting into her at warp speed. She wanted to look away but she was so mesmerized by his gesture, she held his gaze.

"Sam..."

"Yes, baby?"

Her eyes shut briefly then reopened as she said, "I feel it."

"Me too."

Dropping their hands, he wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting on the curve of her ass. She buried her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder, grinding down on his dick. He sneered, propelling his hips upward making her whimper in response. She was so close to teetering over the edge into bliss that she couldn't see straight. He was right there with her, his balls tightened preparing for his impending release.

He kissed her hair and she raised her head while wrapping her arms around his neck. He grabbed her ass for leverage and he drilled faster causing her to struggle to stay upright.

Somehow she managed to hold her own, whispering nonsense as her orgasm grew in her abdomen.

He whispered, "Come."

She shook her head, trying to fight it but she couldn't stop it from building, her walls milking his cock steadily.

"Please? Do it for me."

She bit her bottom lip while arching her back, surrendering to her body's will. She rested her cheek against his, whimpering as she came.

He held her tightly in his arms, kissing her cheek and jaw as he pistoned his hips, the rush starting as her walls continued to flutter around him. He grabbed her chin, turning her head so he could kiss her on the lips. He held her there as he filled the condom with his seed, thrusting until he was spent.

They sat quietly holding each other as their breathing returned to normal. After a few moments, they parted; she got comfortable under the covers while he ran to the bathroom to clean himself off. She flipped the cover on his side of the bed once he returned and he settled in next to her.

Mercedes smiled warmly at him and Sam grinned back at her. They looked at each other for a little while when he decided to finally say what had been on his mind earlier that night.

"Mercedes?"

She grinned as she replied, "'Yes?"

He stalled, unsure of how to ask her and her brows furrowed as she wondered why he was acting so strangely.

"What is it, Sam?"

He blurted, "I've been trying to figure out the right way to ask you but I don't know..."

"Just ask me."

"Would you be my girlfriend?"

She frowned then replied, "I don't know."

He was taken aback by her response, fear gripping him instantly.

"You don't know?"

"Yeah, I mean, we've been seeing each other for a while and I kind of already thought you were my boyfriend."

"I don't want you to have to wonder where we stand so I want to make it official."

"Official official?"

"Officially official."

She grinned warmly, cuddling closer to him as she said, "Then, okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll be yours if you agree to be mine."

"I was already yours."

He eyed her lips before seizing them with his own. She moaned as he climbed on top of her as round two started.


Mercedes waited by the stove as she heated some milk for her morning cup of hot chocolate, smiling as memories of the previous night played back in her mind. It was weird having a boyfriend after she swore she wouldn't even bother with romance once she went to college. She couldn't afford to get distracted only to end up heartbroken like so many of her friends. She'd stuck to her plan for a whole year but then she met Sam. Her guard lowered gradually around him and now her walls her completely down but she wasn't afraid anymore.

Footsteps brought her out of reverie and she turned in the direction of the voices, spotting Santana with the brunette from last night. Santana peeked her head into the kitchen, startled when she found Mercedes staring back at her.

Santana smiled tightly, "Oh, girl, I thought you'd still be asleep."

"Nope, I'm wide awake." She looked around Santana, focusing on the girl standing behind her.

"Hi, it's Tina, right?"

Tina stepped forward and answered, "Yes, hi."

Mercedes smiled, her eyes darting from one girl to the other.

Santana smiled back as she said, "We were on our way to class so I'll see you later?"

"Yep. It was nice meeting you, Tina."

Tina grinned then replied, "It was nice meeting you, too. Bye!"

"Bye bye."

Santana grabbed Tina's hand, holding it firmly as they headed towards the front door. She turned back to Mercedes who gave her a we'll definitely be talking about this later grin that she ignored as they walked out.

Her cell phone rang and she put it on speaker before answering.

"Mama, what you got going on today?"

She rolled her eyes as she answered, "I don't know yet, Noah. I'm waiting for Sam to wake up."

"We never hang out anymore."

"I know but Sam takes up a good bit of my time these days."

Puck laughed at the happiness in her voice before replying, "You're welcome, by the way."

"Huh?"

"If I hadn't invited you to the party, you two wouldn't have met and I'd still have my Mercy time."

"Noah..." She pouted because she missed her friend. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Practice in the morning but my afternoon is free."

"Wanna come over and help me with my lines?"

"Hell yeah!"

"See you around 2?"

"I'm there. Later!"

"Bye!"

She hung up then grabbed her favorite mug from the cabinet. She was in the middle of making her hot chocolate when she heard his voice.

"So, you're just friends?"

She jerked her head in his direction, surprised to find him standing there in her kitchen, his boxers riding low on his hips.

"Me and Noah? He's a great friend."

She watched relief flash across his face, smirking at his obvious jealousy.

"Wait... you thought he was my ex?"

She couldn't stop herself from laughing. She adored Noah but never liked him like that.

"Sam? Really? C'mon."

"Well, he made that one comment-"

"To fuck with you. I see it worked."

Sam blushed bright red and she walked up to him, placing a light kiss on his mouth.

"You have nothing to worry about because I'm yours... completely."

"Completely? In every way?"

"Every way. Are you ready for some breakfast?"

He untied her robe, flipping the sides open to reveal her naked body.

"I could eat."

He tugged the robe off her shoulders, watching as it fell to the ground. He took her hand and led her to the breakfast bar, giving her a boost as she hopped up on it. Taking a seat on one of the stools, he pulled her hips forward and she placed her legs over his shoulders. He lowered his head between her thighs and she braced her hands against the counter as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

By the way he was working it, it was definitely going to be a good morning.


El oh el! Someone requested SanTina so I thought I'd throw that in. They would be so hot together! Next chapter, Mercedes turns the tables on Sam and it is glorious! Can't wait for y'all to read it!

Spanish Translations:

ángel de suya- angel of hers

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