HAPPY NEW YEAR! Can't believe it's 2012 already! Thank you so much for the reviews; I really appreciate them. Your excitement makes me excited to write so feel free to keep them, er, coming.
Before I get into the next chapter and the eventual sexytimes, I want to reply to a question asked in a review. Eventually, I will write a full-length Samcedes story and more than likely it'd be in the M section. I can't not write sexytimes when it comes to OTPs. *Santana shrug*
This chapter is a little different and all over the place. It's canon through Season 2's New York. There's angst, fluff and everything in between. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
When Mercedes walked into the club, the loud thumping music greeted her rudely, reminding her why they were never her scene. Early in her career, club gigs had paid the bills but now that she had made it, she was glad that time was over.
Feeling a headache coming on, she quickly moved through the mass of bodies, making her way to the elevators.
Once inside, she entered a code and she instantly felt the drop as the elevator descended underground. A few moments later, the doors opened to reveal a large room with a full bar, DJ booth, buffet setup with all the right fattening foods, a stage on the right and velvet-lined booths on the each end. The red light was on but the party hadn't started yet because they were all waiting for her to arrive.
"Weezy!"
Mercedes turned at the sound of Santana's voice, tears already pricking her eyes.
"Tana!"
Mercedes ran to hug her but stopped when she noticed Santana's rounded belly.
"Oh my God! You're...? When did this happen? How come you didn't tell me?"
Santana's smile was a mile wide as she replied, "I wanted- we wanted it to be a surprise!"
"Heffa, we Skype like everyday! I can't believe you didn't say anything."
Santana smiled sadly, her voice suddenly thick with emotion when she said, "You only saw my face for a reason. I was scared to tell anyone because of what happened the last time..."
The sadness hung in the air prompting Mercedes to hug her tightly and they rocked together for a moment before eventually parting to wipe away errant tears.
"Okay," Santana took a deep breath to settle her emotions. "That's all over now. She's healthy-"
Mercedes grinned as she interrupted, "She?"
"Yes, she."
A hand suddenly reached around to rub Santana's belly then Brittany appeared over Santana's shoulder, smiling warmly at Mercedes.
"Our baby's baking!"
Mercedes shook her head as she pulled them both into another hug. Afterwards, she was ambushed by all of her coupled gleemates: Puck and Lauren; Quinn and Artie; Finn and Rachel; Kurt and Blaine; Rory and Sugar; and Mike and Tina.
Once everyone had caught up with what had been going on in each other's lives, Santana and Brittany got up on the purple stage to make an announcement.
"Alright, you guys so, you know my lady boo and I have one on the way," She stood sideways and hugged her bump proudly making everyone cheer. "Three point five months to go!"
"And our anniversary is in a couple of weeks," Brittany held up her ring finger to show off her ring. "I can't believe it's been five years already. It seems like we all just graduated yesterday and went off to college."
Santana continued, "Now we're singers, actors, songwriters, movie producers, football players- PARENTS!"
Mercedes smiled tightly, looking at how every one's faces lit up. She was happy for her friends, she really was but she longed to feel the pride they felt.
"It's all so crazy but worth it. I always know I can count on you guys when things are easy and even more when they're hard."
Rachel got a little choked up and Quinn gave her a quick squeeze while leaning on her shoulder.
Brittany sniffled as she said, "We love all of you so much and even though we're on different coasts, we always have each other, no matter the distance."
Santana wiped her eyes defiantly, shouting, "Okay, enough with this sappy shit! Let's start off this baby shower slash anniversary party slash glee club reunion weekend right!"
With that, the DJ immediately started cranking all the hits from their high school days, starting with Ke$ha's "Tik Tok". Brittany gave an apologetic nod to Rachel who just laughed as she led Finn to the dance floor.
Mike moved behind Rachel and Tina stood behind Finn. In no time, Mercedes was sandwiched in between Puck and Blaine while Kurt sang along to the karaoke machine on the stage while Lauren, Santana, Rory, Brittany and Artie cheered him on. They all took it to another level, grinding nastily on the dance floor.
Everyone was so distracted by the dirty dancing so when the elevator dinged then opened, Sugar and Quinn were the only ones that noticed.
Sam strolled into room coolly, his aviator shades reflecting the frenzied strobe lights. Quinn approached him, quickly pulling him to the side before anyone else saw him.
She whispered harshly, "I thought you weren't coming!"
Sam shrugged, replying, "I wasn't."
"Then why are you here?" She waited for him to explain himself but after receiving no answer, she continued, "You know Mercedes is in a really good place right now and you being here threatens that."
"Gee Quinn, you sure know how to make someone feel fucking welcome."
He pushed past her and ordered a shot of whiskey from the bar, gulping it down hastily before ordering two more. She watched him take the double shot, feeling a little guilty for being so nasty to him.
"Look, I know glee club is for life and we're all supposed to be there for each other but with you two, it's awkward...and Tana has had a really hard time with...everything...so please-"
Sam couldn't hide the irritation in his voice when he said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to make a scene. Your little party is safe from Sam the Screw-Up."
Quinn didn't seem too convinced so he added, "You can stop hovering, now."
She eyed him suspiciously then left him alone so she could rejoin Artie.
Sam ordered three more shots and downed them quickly. He was well on his way to getting good and fucked up and once he did, maybe he could finally face Mercedes.
"I invited him, you know."
Mercedes almost choked on her mimosa but she recovered fast, asking, "Why?"
Santana sighed heavily, "I was feeling generous. Even though he showed the fuck out last time, I still have a soft spot in my heart for Trouty Mouth. These damn hormones are making me nice-er. What in the hell?"
Mercedes rolled her eyes and Santana nudged her with her shoulder, saying,"Plus, I know you still love him."
Santana eyed Mercedes before she could deny it. Mercedes sulked as leaned back in the booth, trying to find a reason to hold onto the anger that had slowly faded over the years.
"He left me without saying goodbye."
"Technically, he left you a note so he did say goodbye." Mercedes side-eyed her. "Even if it wasn't face to face. Besides it's not like he wanted to leave you, circumstances forced him to move. Are you going to be mad at him forever for something he had no control over?"
"Honestly, Tana, I'm not even mad anymore. I'm more sad than anything."
Santana sipped her cranberry Sprite through a straw greedily, closing her eyes as she gulped.
"Why are you so sad?"
"I guess because I'm still holding on to this soul mate bullshit. You know, as much as I'd like to believe I've moved on, I haven't dated anyone else that made me feel as special...as loved as he did and we only had a couple of months together."
Santana let out a breathy, "Dammmmnnnnn..."
"I should be over it but I still have these unresolved feelings and- just... it's not fucking fair! I think about the what-ifs all the time and I realize I shouldn't because it just makes it worse. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me."
They finished their drinks in silence, mulling over Mercedes' dilemma when Brittany arrived with another round. Santana shrieked, quickly dropping the straw in the new drink, slurping the glorious concoction while grooving in her seat.
Brittany settled in next to Santana, lowering her head as she whispered, "Heads up. I Am Sam is here."
Santana sighed as she said, "I think you mean Sam, I Am, baby."
Brittany shrugged, replying, "Same difference."
Mercedes scanned the room for any sign of him, initially unable to spot him but then she saw him leaning against the bar. Despite being a little tipsy, she had to admit he looked great. His hair was cut shorter than it was the last time she saw him and he was wearing his signature all-black uniform: black aviators, black v-neck tee, black loose-fit jeans and black boots. He might as well had been a sign that read Fuck Me because that's all she thought about doing.
Almost as if he could feel Mercedes's eyes on him, Sam turned in her direction and stared. His splintered pride told him to look away but his heart was transfixed by her beauty. If things were cool, he would have stopped by to say hello. Actually, if he was honest with himself, they'd be on the dance floor with the other couples doing "The Wobble".
Left with only one suitable option, Sam raised his glass towards Mercedes before downing it. In turn, she raised hers, took a sip then turned her attention back to Brittany and Santana.
"I still like Princess Unicorn Glitter Pierce-Lopez because she's the daughter of royalty, unique and glitter just makes everything better."
Brittany raised her hands in the air, daring anyone to disagree with her awesome name for the baby.
Santana looked at Mercedes for help but she cracked up into a full body laugh. She loved Britts to death but that girl was the poster child for simple.
The bass line for "Blame It" dropped and everybody looked over at Mercedes, Finn and Kurt jerking their heads toward the stage.
Mercedes backed out of the booth, stating drearily, "I'm being summoned."
Puck had already started his verse when she hit the stage but she caught up quickly to the chorus, her voice sounding better than ever.
Sam couldn't help but sing along with the rest of the group, trying to avoid staring at her too much but failed miserably.
When the song ended, Mercedes left the stage lest they force her to sing again, immediately joining Tina on the dance floor. For a good hour, she had managed to avoid facing Sam; Finn, Puck or Mike running interference by steering her away from his direction. Their plan was working brilliantly until it was Blaine's turn to sing.
"You are the girl that I've been dreaming of, ever since I was a little girl..."
Everyone stopped dancing, the tension thicker than ever as they waited for all hell to break loose.
Mercedes cocked her head towards an oblivious Blaine and Quinn approached her cautiously, concerned.
"Mercy, I'll go ask him to stop."
"No, Quinn, it's okay."
She tried to sell her smile but it wasn't the least bit convincing.
"That was actually a good try but I know you're lying. It was- is your song."
For once Mercedes wished Quinn could pretend like everything was okay, for just a little while but she knew her sister would never fake the funk with her.
Loud voices and the sound of pushing and shoving directed everyone's attention to the bar where Mike, Puck and Sam were in the middle of a nasty fight. Rory, Finn and Blaine were able to break it up while the girls tried to comfort a sobbing Santana.
"My...party...is...ruined! I just try to..show...people a good time...and-"
She cried even harder and Brittany held her tightly, rubbing her back while Mercedes eyed the idiots who made Santana cry.
Puck, Rory, Finn, Blaine and Mike were busy picking up the stools that had been knocked over but Sam was nowhere to be found. A quick glance around the room revealed his location; he was angrily pressing the elevator button.
"I'll be right back," she said to no one in particular.
The doors opened and she watched him walk inside, realizing she only had seconds left.
She slipped off her heels then carried them as she ran barefoot, sliding into the elevator right as the doors were closing.
Sam started to say something but she threw her shoes on the floor then pushed the stop button on the elevator panel.
Mercedes turned around, hand already raised in case he planned on speaking first.
"You know...this self-destructive shit is getting really old. What's going on with you?"
Sam rolled his eyes sharply. The last thing he needed was another well-intended lecture.
"Don't pretend like you care, 'Cedes."
She scoffed, asking, "What makes you think I don't?"
He smirked, surprised that she stubbornly sticking to the script.
"No one else is around so you can stop now."
"I know it's your thing to try and push people away because you can't deal with the fact that we care about you- that I care about you."
Sam shook his head then said, "I still can't believe you want to have anything to do with me after I left like I did."
"Sam, we're grown now and you need to stop beating yourself up over it. It wasn't your fault and I've moved on. You really need to do the same."
Easy for you because I haven't, he thought and that was the reason he was so angry but he couldn't tell her that.
Noticing that he seemed to be softening, she walked up to him and said earnestly, "I miss my friend."
Looking her directly in the eye, he replied, "We can't be friends. I'd be settling when I deserve something better."
A pain in her chest hit her so sharply, she gasped, glancing away so he wouldn't see her tears. Holding her chin, he gently turned her head back so she was facing him again.
"Friends is not enough; I want it all with you."
She stared into his eyes briefly then grabbed the back of his head as she pulled him into a searing kiss, twisting her neck as she put every single feeling she had for him into it. They parted but he continued kissing her cheek while he unzipped her jeans. He stepped back to pull her panties and jeans off in one smooth motion.
She tossed her shirt while he undressed completely. He cupped all of her with his right hand and smirked when he felt how wet she was. Although he'd love to spend hours tasting her, he sensed that this was a strictly dickly occasion from the way she was impatiently riding his fingers.
He sucked his fingers clean, letting her taste settle into his tongue before picking her up and placing her against the back right corner of the elevator. With one thrust he was in balls deep and she wrapped her legs around his waist to make sure he stayed that way. She tried so hard not to clench him so tightly but his dick felt like heaven and he hadn't even moved yet.
Sam bit his lip, trying to mentally halt the rush of cum swirling around in his balls. Her pussy was even better than he remembered, welcoming him home with a hug so tight he wasn't sure if he would last.
Mercedes wiggled her hips, digging her nails into his forearms, the pleasure already too much for her to fathom. Seeing the panic in her eyes, he did a series of shallow pumps, hoping it was enough for the moment as he still tried to get his bearings.
"Don't hold back, Sam! I want you to fuck me so good I'll need a cane tomorrow," she begged.
He grinned because she knew he loved it when she told him just how she wanted to be fucked. He pressed her against the wall, unwrapping her legs from his waist. He then placed his hands under her knees, forcing them far apart as he arched his back then propelled his hips forward, angling the thrust at the last second so he could hit her spot.
"Whew, shit," she yelped as he kept the same intensity, hitting her walls alternately, playing the most erotic game of pinball that ever existed. She was transfixed, unable to counter his movements so the only thing she could do was take it all, hoping she'd come soon because the pressure was driving her crazy.
He gritted his teeth, rocking and rolling his hips like he was auditioning for So You Think You Can Twerk. He felt the rush again and he began thrusting upward, the tip of his dick tapping her G-spot directly. Her walls immediately started milking his cock, determined to make him shoot his load and soon.
Mercedes's teeth chattered, eyelids heavy with desire as she welcomed the familiar warmth building in her core. He was giving it to her so right; the gentleman in him long replaced by a warrior whose main goal was to make her come- hard.
She stared at him, his features manic as he fucked her ferociously, her inner thighs tender from his unending pursuit. He glared back, curling his lips as he bucked against her. She held his gaze, unable to look away, shivering as the warmth in her belly intensified.
It was too much and not enough. It was everything and nothing. It was perfect.
She convulsed, the warmth spreading up to her fingertips, neck and earlobes. Her mouth fell open as the last waves rushed through her just as his began. He continued gazing into her eyes, only stopping when the first jet of cum squirted inside her. His eyes flew open so he could watch as he filled her body with every ounce of his cum.
She sighed happily, delicious aftershocks coursing through her body. He kissed her passionately, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, timing his thrusts with his sucking. When their lungs begged for air, they finally parted and he placed her back on the ground.
After they got dressed, Mercedes asked, "Your hotel or mine?"
Sam laughed then replied, "Mine. It's probably closer and you don't have your purse."
She laughed with him, knowing one of her girls would give it to her tomorrow.
He pushed in the stop button and the elevator immediately ascended, taking them towards an uncertain future but they were both excited about the possibilities.
"The elevator's moving again, guys!"
Mike cheerfully informed the group.
Lauren watched to see if it was going up or down, when she saw that it stopped on the first floor, she yelled, "I win! Cash only! Cough it up!"
Everybody groaned as they each handed her a twenty dollar bill.
Quinn, who was sitting in Artie's lap, protested.
"Hey, I get a cut of that! If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have been so pissed."
Blaine scoffed, "Uh, hell-o I sang the song so I really should be getting everything."
Kurt nodded in agreement while Puck side-eyed them both.
"Me and Mike did the heavy lifting. Actually got the punk to fight back. So if anything, them ends be ours!"
The bickering continued and Brittany pulled Santana onto the dance floor and they slow-danced.
Santana rested her head on Brittany's shoulder, "Okay, I'm willing to go with Princesa, as the middle name."
"Really?"
"Yes! Now shut up. I'm trying to gets my mack on."
Santana snuggled closer to Brittany as they continued ignoring their arguing gleemates.
Everyone was with the person they should be with and they couldn't be any happier.
Too sappy? Not sappy enough? Just right? Tell me! Next chapter will be a doozy! OMG...I don't think y'all are ready for it! No B.S. Try to have it finished by Tuesday!
