I'm backkkkkk! At least I am for now. I know it's been forever and I'm sorry. I asked the amazing SamcedesWannabe to edit this for me so thank you very much for taking time out of your scheduleto fix my mess. :) I really hope you guys like this chapter as usual I do not own Glee and I'm gratefulfor that. Again sorry for the wait. Enjoy!
Sam rolled over and groaned after hearing his phone go off way too early for his liking, especially on a Sunday. "What?"
"What happened last night? You said you'd call me back."
"I was busy." Sam answered as he sat up and ran a hand through his tousled bed hair.
"You two got it in didn't you?" Noah assumed as he flipped his bacon.
"No and can you stop calling for updates every ten minutes? I'll tell you about it later. I'm going back to sleep."
"I'm holding you to that. Bye lover boy." Puck teased before letting out a laugh. One that Sam found extremely annoying at nine o'clock in the morning. He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
Mercedes couldn't sleep that night. Her big bed and no one to share or cuddle with; her pillow didn't cut it and her big stuffed bear wasn't doing the job. She never had the need to be held so badly until that night. After spending time with Sam last night she forgot how good it felt to be in someone's arms.
Don't get her wrong, she never needed a boyfriend, which is why she'd only had three all eighteen years of her life. When it came to boyfriends Mercedes wasn't picky. As long as you could make her laugh, smile, intrigue her or make her happy you were a perfect candidate. Mercedes could hold her own. If Finn didn't ask her to the dance she would've had just as much fun dancing with her other friends. But she still appreciated his offer.
Her phone buzzed and she blindly searched for it on her nightstand. Smiling to herself, she opened the text.
"I couldn't sleep last night. What about you?"
"No my bed was pretty empty. I felt like I was missing something. :("
"This isn't good. But when I held you last night, it felt good. It felt right!"
It made her insides all warm inside reading that he was missing her presence enough to text her at ten in the morning. "Is it bad that I want you to hold me right now?"
"Is it bad that it's exactly what I want?"
"I really wish you'd come over. But I wouldn't ask that of you."
"To be honest that's exactly what I want to do, but I shouldn't."
"I understand... I'll see you tomorrow I guess."
"Bye Mercy."
"Bye Sam-I-Am."
He smiled to himself before rolling over in his bed.
When Quinn, Mercedes, and Santana walked into class Monday they saw Sam resting his head on the desk. The three walked over to him and got his attention. "Mr. Evans, are you okay?"
"I couldn't sleep last night Miss. Lopez." He told her as he lifted his head up. His eyes found Mercedes big soft brown ones and he couldn't help but gaze into them. The way she looked at him was enough to have him throw out his morals and his reasons for keeping things platonic. She looked so beautiful yet completely concerned.
Santana and Quinn watched the visual intercourse in front of them. Leaning on his desk Quinn asked, "What happened over the weekend?"
"Nothing." The two said in unison once they snapped out of their own little world.
Santana and Quinn's hands quickly flew over their mouths trying to hold in their shrieks.
Sam told them to take a seat and to get ready to start on the warm up. "Mercedes, stay after class please." He quietly told her before getting up. She nodded and sat behind her desk.
Mercedes tried to focus on her warm up, but her concentration was thrown off by the incessant squealing and foot rumbling going on behind her. She turned around to them. "Shut up."
Their eyes widened with amusement and the two let out a snicker. "We'll shut up."
"But you have an awful lot of explaining to do, Mizz. Jones." Quinn teased imitating their teacher.
Mercedes watched as he wrote a problem on the board. Even in his tired state he still looked amazing to Mercedes. With him being too tired to shave or even wear his contacts to school, Sam had her temperature rising. With him wearing slight stubble and glasses she was surprised she didn't pounce on him right then and there.
"Miss. Jones?" He called pulling her back to reality. "Do you want to have a crack at it? It seems as if no one else in here wants to try." He offered as he handed her the marker. Sitting next to her on the stool, he waited for her to solve the problem. Sam tried not to look at her, but it was hard. Her black skinny jeans were calling his name and the way her top cinched around her waist and flared out around her beautiful hips made it hard for him to withhold making his move for everyone to see.
"Mr. Evans." She said handing him the marker.
"Thank you." He directed her to her seat before going over what she just wrote. Just before the bell rang, he stood by the door and collected the homework. Even though he asked for only Mercedes to stay, Quinn, and Santana stayed seated watching on.
"Don't mind us we're just waiting for her."
"Yeah. We'll just sit here and stay quiet. Go ahead." Santana said rolling her hand for them to start.
"You can wait for her outside. Do you mind?" The two groaned but followed orders. They kissed her cheek and waited outside the door after closing it.
Mercedes leaned back to rest on the desk and waited for him to say something. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No it's just I didn't realize how hard this was going to be after what happened Saturday. I couldn't sleep last night. Not because of guilt, even though it should've been, but it wasn't. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Her eyes enlarged at his confession. He walked up over to where she was, and stood in front of her.
She swallowed hard as he rested his hands on her waist. Mercedes didn't know how badly she missed his touch until now. "I know we shouldn't, but I can't help the way I feel about you." Sam confessed.
"So what does this mean? Where do we stand?" She asked wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I have no idea I just know I need to feel your lips again." She couldn't help but smile up at him.
"I have a fresh coat of gloss on if you're asking." He chuckled and shook his head at her. Cupping her cheek in his hand he leaned down and captured her lips onto his.
She wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss while his tongue reunited with hers once again. He swallowed her moans as he moved his hands under her shirt. She pulled back and looked at the clock. "I'm sorry." He quickly apologized yanking his hands back.
"No! I just have practice to go to."
"Oh." He said stepping back and running a hand through his hair.
"Meet me at my house in two hours?"
"Are you sure?"
"Mr. Evans I wouldn't offer it if I didn't mean it. Keep that in mind for future references." She hinted as she bit her lip at him.
"Mmm." He groaned before kissing her again.
There was a knock at the door. It startled the two and resulted in them separating. "Can we come in now?"
"Cedes practice in ten."
"Come in Miss. Lopez Miss. Fabray." They marched in with large shit eating grins on their faces.
"I'm ready."
"So what does this mean?" Santana sang handing him a Kleenex for his lips. He accepted it and wiped his face.
"Nothing." He told them as he shoved his hands in his pockets and bounced on the balls of his feet with a smile.
"Liar!"
"Lip gloss was smeared all over your mouth, small hand imprints on your shirt, and you look better than you did when class started. Something happened." Santana pointed out.
"Don't you have practice soon Miss. Lopez?"
"Yeah let's head out. Come on." Mercedes answered as she collected her stuff to leave.
Sam reached out to grab her hand, stopping her from leaving. "Can you make sure they keep quiet?"
"They won't say anything. I promise."
He shook his head and leaned down for his last kiss until later that night. "Tonight?"
"Tonight." She answered smiling up at him.
Closing the door behind her the three all let out a squeal. Hearing them outside his door, he chuckled and shook his head while cleaning the board. "What did you get yourself into?"
"Cedes! We're coming over after practice. We want details."
"You can't. I'm, sorta busy."
"Shut up! Girl don't play with us."
"I'm not." Mercedes retorted.
"Fine. Just call us when you're finished. We want details!" "
Deal." The three let out another squeal followed by giggles before heading into the gym.
Mercedes couldn't have been more ecstatic to leave practice than right now. After going through endless amounts of cheers and chants she took a shower and headed out. "So what's taking place tonight?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know to be honest, but we are going to my place so who knows?" Mercedes giggled and rolled her eyes at the "Ohhh's" her friends were singing. "Y'all are a mess. Oh," she said turning around towards them. Pointing her fingers between the both of them she looked them straight in the eyes. "You guys can't say an-y-thing! Nothing! Keep those pretty thin lips of yours shut please!"
"Cedes, to think we'd spill something so huge… I'm offended!" Santana said holding her chest.
"I just don't want anyone getting in trouble."
"We know. And as your best friends we'll take this with us up until you say so. Pinky prom." Quinn said holding out her pinky. They all linked pinkies and kissed their fist.
Sitting in her driveway Mercedes was about to call Sam, but stopped when she saw his car pull up in her driveway. He told her to get into his car once she stepped out from hers. Already adjusting his seat she crawled on top of his lap. His hands rested on her waist while her hands immediately unbuttoned his shirt. She attached her lips to his neck while grinding her hips into him. His large hands circled around her ample jean clad ass. "Wanna go in?"
"Here's fine."
She stopped and sat up. "This car is fine opposed to my large bed or a couch?"
"I just want to take things slow."
"Okay so we can sit on the couch and talk. Why don't you want to go in?"
"To be honest, I don't think I could control myself if I had more room than this."
She brushed the curls behind her ear and looked at him through her lashes. "I'll be on my best behavior."
"Why do I have a feeling you won't?"
"You know me too well." He gave her a smile and unlocked his door. She smiled and grabbed his face planting a kiss on his lips. Throwing a leg over him Mercedes got out and went to unlock her front door. She grabbed his hand and walked him into the kitchen. "Did you want anything?" She asked opening her refrigerator.
A large smile stretched across her face when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. He craned his neck down to kiss the shell of her ear. She couldn't suppress her moans as his hands found their way under her shirt. He followed her towards the stairs as his lips trailed down to her neck. Getting to her room, Sam laid down so she could straddle his waist. She slowly and painfully rocked her hips into him. He groaned out in pleasure as his hands rested on her ass going along with her.
Removing the buttons on his button down, she pulled his shirt off of him. She let out a whimper while biting down on her lip. Starting with his neck, Mercedes slowly kissed her way down his body, stopping just above his belt. She removed her varsity cheerleader's jacket and pulled her shirt over her head. She watched as his eyes grew darker and wider with lust. Sam couldn't even begin to explain the way she was making him feel. He didn't want to move fast but it felt good. Seeing her pull her shirt off, exposing her red laced bra, the strain in his pants got tighter.
She was stunning. Her long loose curls draped slightly over the front of her shoulder while her breast were practically spilling out and calling his name. He rolled her on her back and kissed her. He couldn't get enough of her taste. Feeling her tongue slide over his he loved it, but he damn near lost it when she ran her tongue on the roof of his mouth before gingerly sucking his into her mouth. He groaned out into her mouth before cupping her breasts with his hands. Swallowing each other's moans, he slowly stroked his hard on against her causing her to pull back and moan.
She pressed her hand against his firm chest to stop him. "If we go any further than this we're going to be in big trouble."
"Why?"
"I don't have any condoms." His mouth formed an "O" before getting up to sit next to her. She sat up adjusting her bra strap and hair. "I'm going to change if that's okay. I won't be long." He shook his head and watched her walk into her bathroom. He groaned when he felt the vibration in his pocket.
"Yeah?" He annoyingly answered running a hand through his hair.
"Dude, where have you been? I tried calling you a million times. I needed you to pick me up from the auto shop almost an hour ago remember?"
"Shit. Man I'm sorry I was busy, I didn't even,"
"Dude! You were out with her again weren't you?" Puck assumed. He wasn't angry he just figured he should've known better.
"Where is Sugar? Shouldn't you be hanging out with her? Doing engaged coupled things?" Sam pulled the phone away to listen out for any movement coming from the bathroom.
"She's with her sister trying on dresses. Stop stalling. Are you with her now?"
"Yeah, she should be coming out soon. I'll call you later."
"Nope, I'm walking over to your place now. No need to rush I'll wait." Sam hung up his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
When she came out he was looking for his shirt. "Are you leaving?"
"No, not now, but I do have to soon." She shook her head while brushing her hair up into a bun. Getting ready to take a seat on her bed he pulled her on his lap. She smiled at him before running a hand through his hair. "You are so beautiful." He complimented running a hand up her leg. She accepted his compliment and gave him a kiss.
Her simple peck turned into a full make out again. Straddling his waist he gripped at her legging clad ass making her moan. "Did you like that?" He asked moving his lips to her neck. She nodded her head and whimpered while he necked her spot. Her hands moved under his tank while grinding her hips into him. Mercedes was removing his shirt again when her phone rang. She groaned and sat up.
"Yes Quinn."
"Whatcha doin'?" She sang.
"I'm sorta busy right now."
"Hi Mr. Evans!"
He removed his hands from his face to respond. "Hi Miss. Fabray."
"I'm here too!"
"And Miss. Lopez."
"What do you two want?"
"We're you two sexin it up?"
"I hope we didn't interrupt."
"SAN!" Sam laughed before rolling Mercedes on her back. She squealed out into the phone while he peppered her neck with kisses.
"I don't hear any," As if on cue Mercedes moaned into the phone as Sam nipped at her neck. "Oh shit! Get it Mr. Evans. We'll talk to you later Cedes."
"Bye!" The two sang before hanging up.
Sam reached up to her hand and moved the phone aside. He collected her hands in his while rolling himself into her. He loved hearing her moans and whimpers. He couldn't get enough of her. Just by the way she would look at him she could get him hard. There were times she wouldn't even try to turn him on, but she did. Her smile alone was enough to make him melt. He shouldn't have feelings for her like he did, because she was his student, but he did. He had a lot of feelings for her.
He loved being around her. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but she was intelligent and funny. Talented, driven, independent, and a really good kisser. "Mmmm please don't stop." She moaned into his ear.
"Say my name?"
"Mr. Evans."
"Say MY name." He demanded directing his hard on right against her hot core.
"Mmmm Sam. Shit."
Just hearing his name come out of her mouth he almost lost it. He wanted more of her, but he knew he needed to stop.
When he pulled back she pouted and sat up on her elbows. "Why'd you stop?"
"I have to go. I'll call you when I get home." While buttoning his shirt he looked at her and chuckled. "Aww don't look like that. You'll see me tomorrow." He kissed her and pulled her off the bed. She wrapped her arms around him while resting her head on his chest.
"I'll walk you out." She mumbled and grabbed his hand and slowly walked with him down the stairs.
"You're going to have to stay over one night. I mean it's not like my parents would be coming home." She said holding his waist as they stood at the front door.
"I would actually like that."
She reached up on her tippy toes to kiss him. They said their goodbyes before parting ways.
Sam soon pulled up to his town house and got out. He was about to open his door when Puck slung it wide opened. "Lips swollen, the gold locks are a mess, and you have yet to throw me out yet… Must've been good." Sam walked by and said nothing. Puck followed him around waiting for him to talk. "You smell like perfume and cherries." He accused following him around his house. Sam went into the bathroom. Had he not closed the door on his friends face, Noah probably would've followed him in there.
"Are you rubbing one out right now? What the hell is taking you so long?" Just as he asked, the door opened revealing Sam with a smile on his face pulling his shirt on. "Hickies on your neck and scratch marks on your stomach you are one lucky man."
Sam cracked open himself a beer before handing one to Puck. "For her being eighteen she knows exactly what to do and when to do them." Sam said finally speaking up. He pulled out a hungry man dinner and heated it up.
"She does this thing with her tongue where, mmmm!" Sam's body shivered just from the memory.
"Dude she gives BJ's!" Puck stared on in disbelief.
Sam's face turned up and smacked the back of his friends head. "No, you ass she kissed me. I wouldn't even ask her to do that."
"What! Why not? No offense, but your girl has some lips on her."He said using obscene hand movements. Puck held his hands up and flinched when he saw Sam's fist flying towards him. "My bad!"
"Don't talk about her like that."
"To some it might be a compliment."
"Well not in this case." Sam defended.
"Sensitive little bitch." Puck mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing." Puck said shaking his head.
"No but seriously man what happened? Your neck is covered in bruised patches. Details man."
Sam dug into his rubbery meatloaf and dry mashed potatoes before going over everything from them being in the classroom to him leaving.
Sam shook his head as his friend wiped at his fake tears and held his hands up. "Once again you are a lucky man! So let me ask you this, does she know how old you are?"
"Yeah."
"And she doesn't care?"
"I guess not. If she did I wouldn't have been invited into her house. Let alone her bedroom."
"You're lucky her parents didn't catch you."
"She already told me they're never home. Her dad is in New York while her mom just landed in Louisiana."
"Sounds like you don't have much to worry about. Is she a virgin?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask. It doesn't matter to me if she is or isn't." Puck shook his head in agreement.
"Cedes. Can I borrow some money for lunch?" Finn asked as he stood at the cheerleader's table. Mercedes side eyed him, but reached in her wallet handing him the appropriate amount he needed. "Thanks I'll pay you back." He kissed her cheek and ran back to the cafeteria line.
Mercedes was talking to Quinn when she got a text.
"Can you meet me in my room please?"
Sending him a quick "Yes" she collected her things and was getting ready to leave when Santana questioned her. She groaned. Leaning down to whisper in their ears she told them, "HE just text me. I'm heading there now."
Bad idea. They got up as well and headed to the classroom with her. "You guys do realize this is my relationship not OUR relationship?"
"Umm since when? Remember in the sixth grade, Mike?"
"Ninth grade Shane?" Quinn added.
"And in the tenth grade with Finn? We were ALWAYS part of your relationships. What makes HIM so special?"
"Yeah. You date one of us you date all of us."
"So is this some quickie or something?" Santana asked as she finished off her apple.
"Shhh! Keep your voice down. And I don't know."
Mercedes smoothed down her hair and got ready to knock on the door. Except Santana already did it. "Thanks."Mercedes said with every ounce of sarcasm.
"You're welcome!" She said returning a smile.
Sam opened the door allowing them in. Because most students were either in class or at lunch the halls were usually filled with scattered administrators, he left the door cracked. "Oh Miss. Lopez and Fabray, why did I not know you were coming as well?"
"What can we say? We're a package deal." Quinn said with a smile before sitting on Santana's lap.
"Well since you're here you can help me grade these papers. And you I wanted to talk to." He handed the couple sitting in his seat a stack of papers and two red pens. Sam was about to ask for them to watch the door only for the two of them to blindly wave him off. "We got it. Go ahead."
Mercedes and Sam stood out of sight of the door. "What's up."
"I have a question to ask you and I need you to be honest okay?"
"Sure."
"Does my age bother you? Our differences, is it a problem?" Sam asked nervous of her answer.
"No why? Did they say something?" She asked pointing to her friends.
Sam quickly shook his head and placed his hands on her waist. "No I was just wondering because if it was we can stop."
"I don't want to stop and you're not old because if you were I would've told you "get the hell away from me you old creepy man. Was that it?" She looked into his green eyes smiled and waited for a response.
He wanted to ask about her sexual past, only because Puck brought it up, but instead he shook his head. "That was it." She gave him a smile before reaching up in her toes to kiss him. She squealed out into his mouth as he lifted her off the floor and on top of one of the desks. He smiled against her lips before gliding his tongue across her lip. She moaned feeling his tongue collide with hers. She gripped at his sweater and pulled him between her legs before wrapping her legs around him
"Stop staring and watch the door."
"I'm sorry, but you try looking away from that. You can't. And I am watching the door."
Santana rolled her eyes at her girlfriend before fulfilling her door duty.
Mercedes moaned at the feel of Sam's hands palming over her breasts. She pulled back and held her hand against his chest. Dabbing at her face she adjusted her shirt. "If we keep going I won't be able to keep focus in my next class and definitely not yours."
He smiled and shook his head. "I know what you mean."
"My place?"
"You have practice?"
She shook her head. "Not today."
"I'll be there." He gave her a kiss to the lips before helping her off of the table.
"Are you guys finished sucking face?"
"Are my papers finished?" Sam asked walking to his desk.
"Some of them, but not all considering I was the only one grading them."
"What? I was watching the door."
The bell rang and he thanked the two for their help. He told Mercedes he'd see her later on and kissed her bye before she headed off to her class.
"Oh! Mercedes, Quinn and Santana I'm glad I caught you." Mr. Schue called out holding a folder in his hand.
The three rolled their eyes at their glee director. They put on fake smiles and turned around in unison.
"Glee club meeting after class. The thanksgiving concert was a hit, thanks to my three very talented co-captains." He praised while they tried to keep their fake smiles on. "So our winter concert is coming up and we need to practice. Also, Mercedes do you think you could get us a few hours in the auditorium? I already tried asking Coach Sylvester but we all know how that conversation went." He chuckled and looked on hopefully.
"I can always try, but I can't make any promises."
"That's all I could ask of." He rested his hand on her shoulder before heading down the hall. "See you girls the minute after fourth block!" He shouted from down the hall. They rolled their eyes and headed off to class.
Quinn, Santana and Mercedes joined his glee club freshman year. They wanted to join as many clubs and after school programs as they could. Once they immediately made the try outs they wanted to add Cheerleading under their belts. To say Sue wasn't Mercedes biggest fan when she first auditioned was an understatement. She was quick to tell Mercedes no. That she was too short, stumpy, and probably out of shape. To say she proved her wrong was an even bigger understatement. Mercedes was keeping up with her besties and even some of the senior varsity Cheerleaders.
Kicking and jumping high, shouting loud, keeping up and flipping like a gymnast. Not only was Mercedes on the team but she became the captain of the junior varsity team. From that day forward you couldn't tell the trio anything. They soon became the most popular freshmen in McKinley High. Adding to their high, they participated in the annual talent show singing Destiny Child's. They won first place and walked away with the trophy.
Being known around school as the head bitches in charge was a compliment. They basically ran the school for four years straight. They were known for being popular and knowing everyone in the school. There wasn't one teacher that didn't like them and there was not a student whom had a problem with them. Well except for Rachel Berry. They'd been butting heads since the third grade. She was a snitch and a brat.
Because she had two gay dads that worked on Broadway and put her in ballet classes at the age of three, she thought she couldn't be touched. Santana pushed her buttons every moment she could. In the fifth grade Santana gave Rachel involuntary bangs while she was assigned her "buddy" on a trip to the museum. Their teacher at the time made Santana apologize and hug it out. Seventh grade, at their first talent show, Rachel wanted to close the show and take Mercedes' spot. So she cried, screamed, begged and had her dads come up and rearrange the set list.
Mercedes was swapped to open the show. She killed it. Singing Somewhere over the rainbow in a middle school talent show she blew the crowd away. Quinn, Santana, and Mercedes were in the audience watching Rachel close the show with a baton twirling act when the greatest karma that could've taken place happened. She tried to do her back hand flip when she slipped and fractured her wrist. Of course she tried to put her uncoordinated flip on Mercedes, claiming she did it to "get back" at her. Mercedes walked away with the grand prize and a pizza party for her class while Rachel had to sit out for weeks with a hard cast.
Mercedes and Finn had to pull Quinn and Santana back from killing Rachel when she had caught them kissing after a football game once. Quinn and Santana had just come out to Mercedes and Finn after a study session at Mercedes house. She couldn't have been more proud of her friends for finding themselves and coming out to her on their time. During a winning football game Rachel decided to make a scene of the act she just witnessed near the parked busses. She made sure the other cheerleaders and most of the football players heard. Mercedes wanted to do nothing more than let Santana and Quinn at her but she wasn't letting them get suspended over such a naive person that had to put others down to make herself feel better.
After they were prematurely outed they walked into school the next week linked at the arms with Mercedes and owned their relationship. Seeing Rachel beg Jacob Ben Israel to go out with her three weeks later Mercedes couldn't help but laugh. Being named one of the most awkward couples around school was payback enough. Well almost. Their rivalry caused many arguments and fights which was why there was a shouting match in Sam's class later that day.
"What is this?" Rachel screeched from her seat. "Mr. Evans why does my paper have a picture of a male body part in the mouth of a poorly drawn sketch of me?!" She asked holding the paper up.
Azimio snatched it from her and busted out laughing. He showed Artie before holding it up. "Good one Mr. Evans."
Sam motioned his student to hand it to him to see what she was talking about. He couldn't hold back his chuckle. Looking directly at Quinn and Santana he shook his head. "I'm sorry Miss. Berry I had some students grade it and they must've thought this was funny. I'm sure those that did it are sorry."
"I know it was the lesbian couple and their chubby little sidekick!"
"Did she just call me chubby?" Mercedes asked holding her hand up while looking at Artie and Azimio. The two nodded their heads pointing at the brunette.
"I think she said something about your mama too!"
"First of all Yent, I am not chubby, I am thick," Sam smiled at her while Azimio and Artie kept egging them on. "Just because you don't have an ass, thighs, hips or a set of breasts like mine does not make it my fault. Call them the lesbian couple again and I'll knock your ass flat!"
She stared on in disbelief. Rachel looked up at her teacher laughing along with the rest of the class. "Mr. Evans please say something!"
He stopped laughing and held his hands up. "You shouldn't have called her chubby nor should you have called Miss. Fabray and Miss. Lopez the lesbian couple. You kind of brought that upon yourself."
She gasped. After plopping back down in her seat and complaining to her boyfriend they were shortly dismissed.
Sam called for all the three to stay after class causing some Oh's and others to boo him. Rachel, thinking she did something, thanked him. "I know they can't help their hoodrat ways but don't go too hard on them." She touched his shoulder and left as she closed the door behind her.
They all busted out laughing. Sam placed Rachel's paper on Quinn's desk. "You can't do that. I could get in trouble if she takes this to Figgins."
"Please. Coach Sue could fix it with one photo shopped picture of him passed out at a party. You're fine."
"I can't believe she called me chubby. I haven't been called that since the third grade."
Sam cooed "poor baby" before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her temple.
Quinn and Santana playfully rolled their eyes before gagging in unison. "Oh. Did you tell him change of plans? We have glee practice so your little baby making sessions are to be put on hold until five thirty." Santana informed collecting her stuff.
"That's fine. I have to cover for Ms. Holiday's detention. She had to go to court for three speeding tickets."
"Figures." The three said together.
"Well I'll text you when I'm out."
"Just meet us at her place. We're going out for tacos after glee. Kiss your man bye so we can hurry up with this meeting." Santana said rushing them along.
Sam craned his neck and pressed his lips against her glossy ones. He groaned as soon as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. His hands moved lower, giving her a gentle squeeze to her jean clad behind. He earned himself a moan from her before smiling against her lips and pulling back. "Well damn Mr. Evans I see you." Quinn teased causing him to laugh. Mercedes stood still trying to catch her breath. They collected her stuff and dragged her out the class making him chuckle. He wiped the gloss residue from around his mouth and licked his lips. Collecting his things he headed over to Holly Holiday's classroom.
"Okay so the winter festival is coming up and we need at least two songs to fit in before the orchestra and after the drama club. Mercedes I was thinking you could close us off with All I Want For Christmas Is You?"
"No problem. I live for this song."
"Um Mr. Schue, why can't I sing that song? I want to close the show off." Rachel selfishly whined.
"Hmmm where have I heard that before?" Mercedes mumbled whilst rolling her eyes at Rachel.
"I'm sorry, but your voice isn't fit for a Mariah song. Maybe if we did a Barbara or Lapone but not now." Mr. Schue told Rachel, earning a chuckle from Brad the piano player and a fit of laughter from the rest of the group. "Like I was saying, we close it off with Mercedes while the whole group can sing Angels we heard on high. I was think that's a song we can divide off for everyone to sing."
"That's not fair Mr. Schue! You know every Christmas show we put on, those three close the show with Jingle Bell Rock. How does she get to sing a solo AND close the show with Coach Sylvester's dance trio routine? That's not fair."
"And neither is life Miss. Berry."
"This isn't "life" this is your classroom."
"Well call me Mr. Reality, she's singing that solo." He told her before dismissing them.
"I swear he cannot stand her. At times I want to feel bad because almost everyone hates her, but then I begin to think of all the things she's done to get herself in that predicament and then I don't feel so bad anymore." Quinn confessed sitting in Mercedes' kitchen while they ate their tacos.
"I'll get it." Mercedes said once the bell rang. Both girls slid up to the front door in their socks just as she opened it.
"Hey Mr. Evans!" They teased once he walked through the door.
"Are you two always this annoying?"
"Pretty much." Mercedes said before kissing him.
He wrapped his arms around her and followed them into the kitchen. They offered him a taco or burrito of his choice and finished their conversation about the concert. "Well will you look at that. All three of us seem to enjoy the taco except Mercedes." Sam nearly choked on his food at Santana's statement. They all busted out laughing. Mercedes tossed her napkin at her friend before handing Sam a glass of water.
"There is something wrong with you Miss. Lopez."
"My therapist said the same thing."
"Oh! Cedes have you showed him your basement?"
"No I haven't. Do you want to see it?" He shook his head yes and accepted her hand as she led him down the stairs. She flicked the lights on and watched his eyes grow wide. Santana dropped the projection screen and took her favorite recliner seat and began helping herself with Netflix.
"I'm a little embarrassed to even invite you to my place. All I have is a fifty inch flat screen and a ps3."
She shrugged her shoulders. "So, we can play video games and watch movies. That's good enough for me."
He smiled down at her and gave her a kiss.
"Break it up already! Find a seat if you want to watch." Santana gestured towards 21 Jumpstreet on the screen. Not even half way through the movie Mercedes was straddling Sam's lap while he necked her. Quinn and Santana fell asleep a few seats away from them. Sam's hands rested on her backside as she ground her hips into him.
She tried biting back her moans, but failed miserably. The way he nipped and sucked at her neck she was ready to take it up to her room, but because she didn't want to move too fast she pulled back. "I'm going to go change. Come with me?" He took her offered hand and followed her to her room.
He waited for her to change and come out. She was beautiful even out of her binding clothes. In just a tank top and leggings she affected him. She pulled on her fuzzy slippers and lay back in her bed.
Sam threw one leg over her hips, making her laugh. She tossed her hair up from her neck and looked up at him. "You know I've only seen you in make up."
"Nobody but my closest friends have seen me without it."
"Quinn and Santana?"
"And Finn we were good friends before we dated as well. Besides you wouldn't want to see me without it."
He sucked his teeth and looked at her with a raised brow. "Please, I'm sure you would look just as beautiful if not more stunning than you are now."
"You're a charmer Mr. Evans."
"You make me feel old when you call me that."
"You are." She teased before busting out laughing. His brows furrowed before tickling her side. When he saw her squirm and giggle he found his new secret weapon.
He held her down while tickling her sides. "Say I'm not old."
"You're not!" She choked out between her laughter.
"I'm not what?"
"Old you're not old, SAM!" She shouted almost on the verge of tears. He stopped and sat up to look at her. Watching as her chest rose and fell while she caught her breath got him hard. And seeing how she had no bra on and thin leggings, he was sure she felt him and knew exactly why.
Her eyes grew darker before pulling him down for a kiss. Grinding his hard on onto her he swallowed every moan she produced. Her hands worked their way under his shirt and clawed at his back. The sting was easily pushed to the back of his mind when he began palming her breast, earning himself a sensual moan from her. Sam's eyes made contact with hers. His green eyes asked for permission to remove her shirt. She bit her lip thinking about it before nodding her head. Raising her arms up, he slowly removed her shirt and tossed it.
Sam licked at his lips at the sight before him. He palmed her breast and kissed his way down from her neck. Taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, Mercedes breath hitched and her back arched off the bed. Mercedes' body never felt like this before. She'd never let anyone get this far. The most anyone had ever gone was just a make out and a couple of roaming hands. Her body was on fire. Feeling jolts of pleasure shooting through her veins as his mouth worked on her breast while his index finger and thumb pinched and pleased the other.
The feel of his teeth gently pulling at her hardened tip was enough to make her cum. She moaned and cried out his name. He sent her a smile when she used his first name. Sam kissed down her body while stopping to show her belly button some attention. She had to pull him up by his shoulders to stop him. "Sam I'm not ready for that just yet."
"Mercedes I'm so sorry." He apologized once again. Whenever he was around her he couldn't control himself.
"It's fine."
"No I should go. I was moving too fast and I,"
"Please don't go. It's not your fault. I'm just not ready yet." She looked at him with soft eyes, which was the only thing that kept him from being embarrassed and fleeing.
She held her arms out for him to lay with her. "Can you hand me my shirt? It's cold in here." She asked causing it to lighten the mood. He handed her the shirt and joined her on the bed. Pulling her close to him she rested her head against his chest and was soon lulled to sleep by his heartbeat. Not so long after she fell asleep did he follow suit.
A/N: So did ya like it? Did ya like it? Let me know with your lovely reviews. I'm going to try and get some more out whenever I get some time. Thank you again guys for your time and reviews.