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Friday flew by in a heartbeat and Amelia walked in to Glee with Quinn by her side. She hadn't seen Sam or Puck all day but she wasn't complaining. She still felt embarrassed from last night's event with Sam and didn't know why Puck's face had popped into her mind when they were about to kiss. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to know.
All she wanted was some girl time and that was just what she had planned for after school. It was game night and Quinn invited her over to her house to get ready for it. There they would have a few girly hours of gossip, make up and pop music. Amelia was also debating on telling Quinn about her developing feelings for Sam and her confused feelings about Noah. She wanted to be able to talk to her best friend without making her upset but wasn't sure if that was even possible.
They walked in to class, ready for their duets as everyone else stumbled in to class. "Are we going to Brett's party after the game?" Amelia asked, re-tying her shoelace.
"Sure, I could go for a few tequila shots tonight, win or lose." Quinn stated, grinning. She had traded in her tight-ass self for a more relaxed Quinn over the summer vacation when Amelia begged her to try a shot when they were home alone. A drunken Quinn was a hilarious Quinn!
"Yes!" Amelia hissed, high fiving her best friend, "I need a few of those shots too. My week has been so exhausting."
"We can talk about it before the game," Quinn suggested. "Do we want to change in the locker room after the game or go back to my place?"
Amelia thought for a moment, "Definitely the locker room. The faster we change the faster the tequila comes."
Quinn laughed, "Good idea." Amelia laughed with her, watching Sam walk in with his guitar. "You guys are doing something acoustic?" Quinn asked as Sam sat down next to Mike.
Amelia looked from Sam over to Quinn, "Yeah. It just seemed to be easier than finding sheet music for the jazz people and stuff." She saw Quinn's expression and felt bad for not talking to her about her feelings, "Listen-"she started but was interrupted by Mr. Schuester.
"All right, guys! Who wants to go first for the duets?" He clapped his hands together excitedly. "I can't wait to hear what you guys have come up with."
Sam looked back at Amelia as if asking if she wanted to go first. She immediately shook her head at him. There was no way she'd be going first. She might have been good and cheered in front of hundreds every Friday night, but when it came to publicly singing, she was a nervous wreck.
"We'll go first, Mr. Schue." Rachel volunteered with a raised hand then cautiously looked back at Santana, "If that's okay with you, Santana."
Santana rolled her eyes while standing up, "Whatever, Berry. Let's just do this."
The duo sang "We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey and Amelia was actually enjoying Rachel kill the high notes. When they finished everyone clapped and others started volunteering to go.
After Quinn and Mercedes went, Amelia stood up and got Sam's attention that it was going to be their turn next. "Okay, you two, show us what you were able to come up with."
Amelia stood next to Sam as he sat on the stool with his guitar over his shoulders. She took a deep breath, feeling the eyes staring at her and causing her stomach to roll around in a ball of jitters. Sam started strumming and Amelia caught Puck's eye. He watched her nervously tap her foot to the beat and gave her a thumbs up. She sent a small smile his way then listened to the words that came out of Sam's mouth.
Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
And aim for my heart
If you feel like
Come take me away and make it OK
I swear I'll behave
Amelia's part was next and she walked around Sam seductively, making him grin.
You wanted control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a shhh
She put her index finger over Sam's lips in a "shush" way then took her hand away so he could sing the chorus.
And it goes like this
[Chorus]
Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like jagger
Amelia took over the last part of the chorus.
I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you
With the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
Baby it's hard
When you feel like you're broken and scarred
Nothing feels right
But when you're with me
I make you believe
That I've got the key
Amelia circled around Sam again, this time grazing her hands across his shoulders. She looked up at their audience, seeing how everyone reacted to their performance. Noah was slightly glaring and Quinn sat with her chin propped up on her hand, looking very amused. Sam began singing the next part.
So get in the car
We can ride it
Wherever you want
Get inside it
And you want to steer
But I'm shifting gears
I'll take it from here
And it goes like this
Together they sang chorus as he stood up from the stool to walk around Amelia as she sat down.
[Chorus]
Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you
With the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
Sam got close enough to sing in her ear when it was time for the bridge.
[Bridge]
You want to know how to make me smile
Take control, own me just for the night
But if I share my secret
You're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this
Amelia grinned at him and stood from the stool and pushed his chest back, taking over for the rest of the bridge.
So watch and learn
I won't show you twice
Head to toe, oh baby, rub me right
But if I share my secret
You're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this
And it goes like this
Together they finished off the song with the chorus.
Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you
All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you
With the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
When the song ended, they got applause from everyone and sheepishly smiled at one another as they sat down. Amelia had actually paid attention to the words of the song and felt a little turned on. Too bad she hadn't felt that way the night before as they were practicing. She would have been trying to mack with him on Tuesday if she had felt that way. There was no denying that they were definitely attracted to each other. And it was obvious that Quinn and Noah noticed the attraction too.
"So why do you think Coach Sylvester was so against Kurt teaching us that dance?" Amelia was casually lying on Quinn's bed with the latest issue of Seventeen while Quinn was putting on her uniform in her bathroom.
"Maybe she has something against gays?" Quinn suggested, coming out of the bathroom and bouncing on the bed as she plopped next to Amelia with a bottle of clear nail polish.
Amelia raised an eyebrow thinking on it, "Maybe." She flipped through a few pages of the magazine, bobbing her head to the sound of Katy Perry. She made a disgusted face at the article she landed on, "'Find out if you have an STD'. This is so gross. Why do they put this crap in here?"
Quinn laughed, painting her fingers, "Because of girls like you that screw around with boys like Puck."
Amelia knew she was just joking but it made her go silent for a moment. "You screwed him too," her voice was quiet.
Quinn looked up at her from under her hand, "Oh, shit, Amelia I was just kidding. I wasn't being serious at all." Amelia looked up from the magazine, seeing Quinn look at her apologetically.
She shrugged, "its okay." Amelia grinned at her, "I probably should read this to know the symptoms."
"Don't do that. If you had something you would know." Quinn reached out to pull the magazine from her hands. "I really am sorry though."
Amelia sat up from her position on the bed, sighing. "Its okay, Quinn. You were just joking. Don't worry about it." Quinn looked uneasy for a second but went back to painting her nails. "Can I talk to you about something?" Amelia asked after a minute of silence between them, minus the music playing.
Quinn looked up, blowing her left hand to dry her nails, "Sure, anything. I'm ready to hear some gossip."
Amelia laughed, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It actually has to do with Puck..." she paused watching Quinn raise her eyebrow, "and Sam."
"This should be interesting," Quinn muttered twisting the cap tightly on the nail polish.
Amelia bit her lip, trying to figure out where to start so she just told Quinn everything. She kept her eyes on Quinn's as she told the whole story of the swimming pool to the almost kiss, watching for any sign that she might be upset.
"So you almost kissed my ex-boyfriend and now you have feelings for him?" Quinn asked, still not showing a frown or a smile, only a poker face.
"Yeah," Amelia said quietly, feeling like a six year old getting scolded. "But I haven't acted on it. I don't really know if I should or if I actually want to. I mean it's probably just a small crush that will go away by next week."
Quinn nodded, "Right." She wasn't exactly feeling convinced.
"I don't even have time for dating and stuff anyway. I've got Puck to entertain me when I need him, too." Amelia shook her head to herself. She shouldn't feel so guilty for doing nothing to Quinn but she did. It was all because she knew she had this crush on Sam and wasn't sure when or if it would go away.
"You do have Puckerman, Amelia. So if you even did anything with Sam, what would Puck do? Follow you around like a lost puppy? He's not going to be strung around forever, Mills."
"Wait-what are you talking about?" Amelia was confused. What was Quinn trying to say?
"Please," Quinn scoffed, "Don't act like you don't notice the way Puck stares at you. He actually looks into your eyes and doesn't lie. He watches you when you aren't looking and just stares at you." She grabbed Amelia's leg to get her attention, "He's totally in love with you, Amelia."
"Whoa, what?" Amelia exasperatedly let out, completely and utterly confused. "Noah is not in love with me, Quinn!" He couldn't be, she told herself. He was her best friend who screwed anything with a vagina. No way was he in love with her.
"Just think about it, Milly. You've told me that he actually tells you about his feelings and can actually carry a conversation that doesn't involve talking dirty. He definitely never did that with me when we were dating." Quinn pointed out.
"So? That's just because we've been friends for so long," Amelia said, still not convinced with what Quinn was telling her.
"Keep telling yourself that," Quinn laughed, standing up from the bed. "As for Sam, I totally saw this crush thing coming." Amelia looked at her, shocked and even more confused. "Don't give me that look. Sam's one of the only awesome guys at school and just because he's my ex doesn't mean you can't act on it. I already told you that I'm over him."
"Q, what exactly are you saying right now?" Amelia felt her face go from confused to shock. Did Quinn just say she could make an advance on whatever it was she had going with Sam?
Quinn smiled at her, "I'm saying go for it, Mills. You have my blessing to make a move on Sam if he doesn't try to do anything first."
Amelia gave her a great big grin, "Really? I mean I don't know if I'm going to do anything or if I want to, but really?"
She nodded, pulling Amelia up from the bed and giving her a hug, "You're my best friend, Amelia, and I don't want to stand in your way from having your first real boyfriend."
Amelia returned the hug, gripping her best friend for dear life, "You're so awesome, Quinny!"
"I know," Quinn said, mocking a drama queen as she pulled back from the hug. "Seriously though, you might end up breaking Puck's heart if you aren't careful with this Sam thing."
The titans actually won the game and the party at Brett's was in full swing by the time Amelia and Quinn got there. They managed to change in the locker room in record timing and make it to the party just in time for some lovely tequila shots.
Amelia was definitely tipsy an hour in to the party as she laughed loudly from her spot on the counter where Quinn was attempting to take a body shot off her stomach. Football players surrounded the duo and cheered when Quinn succeeded in taking her 5th shot.
Puck was amongst the footballers around them and hollered along with his buddies before walking to the pair with two beers. "For you, ladies." He was drunk on his 4th cup of beer and had just enjoyed a 2nd shot of tequila.
"Why, thank you, Puckerman!" Quinn shouted, completely wasted. "I'm gonna find Brittany and Santana!"
"Have fun!" Amelia shouted at her, taking a gulp of her beer. "Noah, I must say that you threw an amazing touchdown tonight."
"I didn't throw any touchdowns, Mills." Puck laughed at her, helping her off the counter.
"Wee," she said as she got down, leaning against Noah for support. "I'm not drunk enough. Where are the shots?" She glanced around the kitchen for the tequila, grinning as she found it.
"Thatta, girl. Pour me one too!" He staggered over to where she poured them two shot glasses. She giggled as she felt his lips nip at her neck.
"Noah," she giggled even more when he didn't stop. It felt even more sensational drunk to feel his lips on her neck. "You're making me spill tequila!"
"Shit, don't do that!" He laughed along with her, pausing his kisses to help her find the limes and salt. They counted to three and took their shots at the same time, him making a face at the taste and her grinning, enjoying it. "That's so gross. Where's my beer?"
"Tequila is the best form of booze, Puckerman!" She argued, licking her lips of the remaining lime.
"For you, maybe. I'm gonna go find my beer!" He said, leaving her in the kitchen with a few other people.
Amelia looked around her, not caring to talk to anyone in her presence and wandered off to the living room where there were so many people dancing, chatting, and drinking. She was about to go over to Quinn, Brittany and Santana when she felt someone tug at her arm.
"Amelia!" It was a drunken Sam, grinning at her as he held his red cup half full of beer.
"Hey, Sam!" She grinned, enjoying the sight of his face. He was standing with Brett and a few other football players. "Thank you for throwing such an amazing party, Brett! I'm having such a good time!" She yelled at him, laughing with him as he laughed at her.
She was a happy drunk, enjoying everyone's company and refusing to let bad feelings happen to her. It was just how she was.
"That's good, Amelia. I'm glad you're having fun." Brett grinned at her before turning back to his friends.
Sam grinned at her, leaning down so that she could hear him. "Do you want to dance with me?"
Amelia returned his grin, looking around to see Quinn laughing with Santana, and seeing Puck playing beer pong in the dining room. "I would love to!"
He took her hand, placing his beer down and pulled her close behind him on to what seemed to be the dance floor. "S & M" by Rihanna had just started playing and Sam found a spot for them almost in the middle of the living room. He pulled Amelia in front of him, letting his hands find their way to her waist.
She moved her body to the music, allowing Sam to follow her lead, rolling his hips against hers in right time. Her arms went in the air as the chorus started and she laughed enjoying the feeling of Sam's hands on her and also enjoying the alcohol in her system. Her mother might be an alcoholic but Amelia was definitely not.
Amelia leaned back against Sam, her arms reaching his neck behind her, "I like it, like it." She sang along in his ear, pushing herself into his lower regions, making him grip her waist. She laughed at him, feeling his hands go to hers and pull them down, both moving in sync with each other, slowing pushing their lower bodies together. The song was turning her on with the talk of whips and chains and she knew that Sam was enjoying it too. She could feel him when she rubbed against him. Amelia grinned to herself, loving that she could do that to a guy that wasn't Puck.
Sam leaned his head down, letting his mouth graze her neck. Amelia's grin was wiped away as she felt his lips send tingles down her body. Her head tilted on its own to let him have more access to her neck. He took advantage of her movement and moved his mouth to suck on her visible skin. His tongue driving her crazy as it licked at her skin.
His voice was low, full of need as he said into her ear, "Can we go somewhere?" She nodded, the feeling of his lips still on her neck, and he took her hand, gripping it tightly and pulling her upstairs to find somewhere for them.
The first door he opened was apparently a guest bedroom, but more so vacant which they both were grateful for. As soon as Sam shut the door and locked it, Amelia turned around to push him up against the door. He grinned down at her, putting his hands around her face to pull her closer. She grinned back at him, pushing his chest away and walking backwards and away from him.
Sam watched her make a 'come here' movement with her finger and he took five steps to trap her between him and the bed. "You're driving me crazy." He admitted, placing his hands on her waist, pulling them together, and making her feel what was going on in his pants.
She laughed, "I like you, Evans." Her hands going to his chest and traveling down, stopping at his belt buckle. She tugged at it, putting a hand underneath his shirt to feel his toned abs.
He closed his eyes, groaning at the feeling. "I can't take it anymore," and he brought a hand up to her head, pushing their lips together in a hot kiss. Amelia tilted her head, feeling his tongue trying to deepen the kiss, and she opened her mouth, letting him in. She took a step back as he pushed her a bit, causing them to end up on the bed without breaking contact with their lips.
Her head was almost on the pillows and he lifted her up to adjust her to a more comfortable position. Their tongues battled it out with each other and Amelia let one hand tug at his hair and the other play with the hem of his shirt. He eagerly broke the kiss for a second to tear the shirt off and toss it somewhere in the room. His lips were back on hers in seconds while she caressed his chest and abs, surprising him as she went lower and brushed against his crotch.
His lips broke off from hers and took a few deep breaths, feeling her lips attach themselves to his neck, nipping and sucking the flesh there. He moaned as she lifted a leg around his waist, pulling his bottom half flush against her. Her lips moved to his ear, letting her teeth tug at his lobe, "Sam," she groaned, moving her hips against his, delighted in the feelings going through her entire body.
As much as he wanted this to happen with her, he couldn't do it. They were drunk and would probably end up regretting it the next morning. So, he showed the world some chivalry and tried to put a stop to it.
"Amelia," He groaned again, feeling her fingers toy around with his jeans as they slipped under the waistband. "We can't do this. And I know I'm drunk right now, but we can't do this. As much as I want to, I can't do this." He repeated, feeling hazy.
"Are you serious?" She asked, grinning up at him, her hands still on his chest, lightly rubbing her fingers up and down.
He nodded, sighing and rolling off of her to look at the ceiling. "I am. I don't want to be." He turned his head to look at her as she rolled to her side, leaning her head on her propped up elbow. Her free hand went back to his chest, slowly tracing random shapes on it. "I want to just, just rip off all of our clothes and have my way with you, but I just can't."
"You really are serious," her jaw dropped, but she quickly put it back in place and smiled at him. "I really do like you, Sam Evans. A lot. Probably too much." She drunkenly admitted, pushing herself closer to him and giving his lips a long, lingering kiss.
"I like you too," he said when she pulled her lips back. "But what are we doing?"
She shrugged, tracing a lazy finger around his lips, "I guess we'll find out."
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