*FLASHBACK PART 2 OF 2*

Mercedes lays with her back across the floor, legs thrown over the cushion of the couch as she blows out a cloud of smoke. She turns her head to the side and watches as Sam kneals forward to sniff a line of coke off the table. He sits back on his knees and closes his eyes shut releasing a euphoric sigh.

Mercedes: Why do you do that shit.

Sam: It makes things easier.

Mercedes: What things?

Sam: Everything.

They glare at each other for a while before Sam breaks the silence.

Sam: I didn't know what to say to you….When we left, you said some things, and-

Mercedes: I said I loved you.

Sam breaks eye contact and looks off to the side. Mercedes rolls onto her stomach leaning on her elbows before reaching across sams lap to grab the lighter from the table. She absentmindedly pinches the tip of her el before re-lighting it.

Mercedes: And you ran away….but not before telling me I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about-

Sam: Cedes, you were 13 years old, you didn't know what love was, you still don't, people twice your age don't know what the fuck love is. Look at my parents. I listened to them say I love you for years before waking up one morning and learning that in reality they couldn't fucking stand each other.

Mercedes: Right well that's them, and this is me saying that I did love you. But before you go running for the hills, let me make it perfectly clear that I don't anymore.

Sam: See, that right there just proves my point-

Mercedes: What?

Sam: Love doesn't exist. I mean, theres a word in the dictionary that describes what it is, but people don't actually feel it, they don't show it, they don't mean it. If you really "loved" me then cedes, than you'd still love me now.

Mercedes: You're wrong, I cried every night for a month' 30 fucking days, at the thought that I would never see you again. You know what that was Sammy boy? Love. I called you every day for a year, three hundred and sixty five fucking days; even though you didn't return not one call, and you know why? Cause I loved you. There's no love more pathetic than that of a pubescent girl. It makes me sick thinking of how persistent I was... hm, so naïve.

Sam: That wasn't Love.

Mercedes: Oh really? Then what was it then?

Sam: It was hope, you missed me, cared about me even, but you didn't love me.

Mercedes sits up on her knees and faces him. As she exhales another cloud of smoke Sam grabs the L from her, but doesn't get to take in much before she pulls it out of his mouth and gives him a scolding look. He smiles at her entertained by her tacticts. She puts it back in her mouth as she regains her composure before she goes on, speaking to him in a tone of an adult trying to explain something complex to a young child.

Mercedes: Sam, honey, its ok if you didn't love me back. I'm at a place in my life where I couldn't give less of a fuck if I was lying lifeless in the middle of a busy street. But don't tell me what I did or didn't feel. And don't tell me that love doesn't exist cause I know it does. I know what it feels like to give and receive it. Your parents, and Stacey, and Stevie all love you. My daddy loved me.

Sam: They don't count, their love is an obligation. I'm talking about love between friends, love within romantic relationships.

Mercedes: Well enlighten me, what is it that all those people who claim to love each other are really expressing.

Sam: Simple; consideration, hope, lust. People use each other, for various reasons, some to get ahead, others to make themselves feel significant, but the most common reason is sex. You don't even want to know the things I had to say to get a girl to fuck-

Mercedes: You disgust me.

Sam: It's not like they didn't enjoy themselves.

Mercedes: How would you know, I'm ashamed to say it, but us females are notorious for faking it.

Sam: You don't believe me?

Mercedes: I don't know; with this big ego you've developed, it just seems like your trying to….

Mercedes breaks eye contact to glance down at his groin tilting her head to the side before smirking up at him.

Mercedes: Overcompensate.

Sam tilts his head to the side squinting his eyes.

Sam: What are you trying to say Mercedes?

Mercedes: What I'm trying to say is, how do you know you're as good as you think you are. They could be lying to you.

Sam: You want details, Ok-

Mercedes: No! I don't want to hear about the whores you've fucked, and we are way off topic here...

The atmosphere in the room quickly changed from flirtatious playful banter to tension so thick a machete wouldnt be able to cut through.

Mercedes: Why'd you shut me out like that sammy?

Sam: I don't know cedes, I don't know…but I'm here now. So let's just make the best of it.

Sam gets up and walks over to the liquor cabinet. Mercedes watches him momentarily flabbergasted by his lack of emotion. She gets up, and walks over to the room Stacey's sleeping in and closes the door. She walks over to Sam and snatches the bottle of E&J from his hands placing it on the counter behind her before turning back to face him with her arms crossed over her chest.

Mercedes: That's not good enough.

Sam: What?-

Mercedes: I'm not playing this fucking game with you Sam. The only reason why your even here is tell me why the fuck you shitted on me your so called bestie for the past two years, so tell me why or get the fuck out-

Sam: Just shut up.

Mercedes: Come again?

Sam backs Mercedes into the counter and she moves her arms from across her chest to against his trying and failing to make space between them. He gazes into her eyes with so much intensity and emotion that she's afraid to look away. Her heart starts beating double time when she feels something hard poking into her belly button. Oh my god. He leans his forehead against hers, and squeezes his eyes shut before whispering against her lips.

Sam: where both high as fuck right now, so let's not kill it. I know that if we talk about this right now it'll only lead to an argument and this rock is making me feel too good to have it all come crashing down by being cursed the fuck out by you. And if Mary Jane's not making you feel as good as Aunt Nora's doing me, I have an alternative.

His lips crash into hers, and she can't help but kiss him back with the same amount of force. His hands slide from around her waist to her ample bottom and he caresses it gently before squeezing eliciting a low moan. He seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, he doesn't expect for her to suck on it. He lifts her up spreading her legs around his waist grinding his erection against her essence. Oh my God, Oh…..fuck; earth to Mercedes, you should probably tell him you've never done this before, you should probably tell him to slow down. Mercedes breaks the kiss to catch her breath. All she can hear is the sound of the rain falling outside, heavy panting, and the slapping sound Sam's mouth makes as he sucks his way down Mercedes collar bone.

Mercedes: Sam.

She moans out, but before she can finish her sentence Sam slips one nipple out of her shirt and into his mouth sucking, licking, bitting, willing her to feel nothing but his lips around her breast, and all the pleasure it brings. Yes… right there. She moans as she speeds up the rhythm of her grind. Her fingers move from under his shirt caressing his bare back to the arch of his ass under his basketball shorts over his briefs pulling him closer to her. He slides a finger into her hot slick center before halting all movements. He breaks the kiss and takes in the image before him; kiss swollen lips, thick curly lashes tightly shut, soft moans escaping a slightly agape mouth. She continues to grind against his now still form . It takes her a minute to realize he's stopped. She opens her eyes to find him staring at her, but she can't decipher what he's thinking.

Mercedes: What?

Sam: You're still a virgin?

She planned on telling him, but didn't expect such a response. He said it as though it were the worst thing she could be, and she didn't understand why.

Mercedes: Why?

He opens his mouth to speak again but is cut off by the sound of Santana's boisterous voice. She walks down with Quinn in close persuit.

Sanatana: Learn how to answer your fucking phone wheezy! I've been calling and texting non-stop for the past hour…

Mercedes ignores Santana's ramblings and whispers Does it make a difference?, loud enough for only him to hear as he places her feet on the ground and takes a step back. She knows she won't get the answer she wants to hear, she felt his body tense the moment he touched her...there. Yeah, it does he whispers back. Mercedes was facing Sam whose back was to the girls blocking mercedes from their view. By the time Santana and Quinn had made it downstairs and to the kitchen Sam and Mercedes had gotten themselves together (with the exception of the bulge he was sporting).

Santana: Oh, Am I interrupting something.

Sam: No, I was just leaving.

Santana slowly looks Mercedes up and down arching one brow taking in her attire.

Santana: We missed you a Pucks party.

Sam takes the oppertunity to make what he hoped would be an unnoticeable exit. Mercedes ignores santana not once taking her eyes off of him. Before Sam's hand is can turn the knob of the front door Mercedes soft voice stops him.

Mercedes: Why does it matter?

Sam: I'll see you at school on monday, ok cedes?

Mercedes: God, have you ever answered one fucking question straight in your fucking life!

Sam: Fine! You wanna know why it fucking matters! because virgins are...clingy and extra emotional, and i dont do those. The plan was to come here. Get blitted, smashed, then fuck all night. By the time you would've woken up in the morning I would've been gone, you wouldve been pissed, and we could've gone back to ignoring eachother. But we can't do that now cause your still..untouched. And trust me Cedes, Im not the guy who deserves to take that from you. I'm not the kind've guy who deflowers girls, I'm the kind of guy who fuck's them, and leaves em-

Mercedes smiles up at him, and he furrows his brows in confussion.

Sam: and...why are you smiling?

Mercedes: You care.

Sam: Wow, did you not hear a word that just came out of my mouth.

Mercedes: I heard you loud and clear. You dont want to take my virginity because you dont deem yourself worthy of such a gift. You dont want to have sex with me cause you know you wouldnt be able to toot it and boot it like you've done in the past with your usual hoes because you care too much-

Sam: Ok, Im leaving.

*END OF FLASHBACK PART 2 OF

Mercedes: And then after that everything just kinda... went back to normal. For a while we both pretended nothing happened, and I gave up on trying to get an answer about why he cut me off when he moved away. I gues thats the biggest problem with me and him, we dont talk about our issues, we just ignore eachother till we arent mad anymore, then pretend it didnt happen after we make up. Fucked up, right? We spent alot of time together just getting to know eachother again, as friends. And it was fun, me, him, santana, quinn, puck, and joe pretty much did everything together; went everywhere together.

Dr. Kareamie: Well it sounds like everything was going really good for you at this point in your life.

Mercedes: Yea it was, everything was perfect and simple, but of course it didnt last long.

Dr. Kareamie: What happened?

Mercedes: I was still in love with Sam.

Dr. Kareamie: I thought that you told him that you didnt love him anymore.

Mercedes: I did tell him that, I lied. I had all these feelings towards him and i didnt know what to do with them. Besides, he was kind of a cocky asshole then and I'd be damned if I contributed to inflating that egotistical bastard even more.

Dr. Kareamie: What was so wrong with being in love with Sam?

Mercedes: Well, Quinn had a thing for him, and she asked me to hook her up.

Dr. Kareamie: Well, being that she and santana were your closest friends, i assume that she knew about your feelings for Sam?

Meredes: Well they asked, and I'd always brush it off saying we we're just freinds. So no, she didnt know...that time.

Dr. Kareamie: Well, what did you do when your bestfriend asked you to set her up with the boy you we're in love with.

Mercedes: I told myself that i would mention Quinn to Sam, and if he was into it, I would swallow my pride and set it up, and he was, so I did. It was valentines day and they were suppose to go to this county fair together, but Quinn was chicken shit, and somehow convinced me to tag along, which ultimately turned out to be a horrible idea. In the beggining it was terrible.

Dr. Kareamie: For Quinn, and Sam?

Mercedes: No for me. They were hitting it off, throwing all these overt "covert" sexual inuendoes at eachother, god i just wanted to vomit all over the place. But that wasnt even the worst part. Since it was valentines day, everyone; everybody in that place was coupled up. It was humiliating, at one point we were about to get on this ride and the guy who starts the machine, whatever the fuck they're called. He starts going on this tangent about how the rides were meant for couples only and he just keeps going on and on causeing this unnecessary scene. I dont think I've ever prayed harder in my life to just be whisked away from the humiliation by a prince in shinny armor, but i did. And by the grace of god, Puck showed up out of nowhere and saved me. He cursed homeboy out, and pretended to be my boyfreind, and that was the first time all night i really enjoyed myself.

Dr. Kareamie: Well thats great.

Mercedes: Yeah for me and Puck, not so much for Quinn and Sam. I dont know what happened from when the date first started but the honeymoon period was over. Anyway, Quinn asked me to pull Sam aside and find out what was wrong with him. Quinn and Puck decided we should go on the farris wheel next, but Sam said he was done with rides for the night. I told them I'd sit this one out too, i figured it was just as good a time as any to get answers for Quinn. It was the first time I'd really gotten a chance to look at Sam all night and his solenm demeanor caught me off guard; he looked like he had a lot on his mind. Before I had a chance to begin my interigation he asked me to take a walk with him. Somehow we ended up underneath the board walk, and thats when things really went south.

*FLASHBACK*

They were in a secluded area on the beach looking out to the water from underneath the water. They had both taken off their shoes, wanting to feel the outskirts of the deep blue watter tickle the tips of their toes. Every once in a while she would step in a little further allowing the water to wrap itself around her ankles and lower calf. The sky was a a beautiful combination of blues purples and pinks .The sound of people talking and children laughing resignated in the distance. He was the first to speak.

Sam: He's not good enough for you Cedes, most of the guys in this town arent.

Mercedes: What are you talking about.

Sam: You and Puck-

Mercedes: Were just messing around. We're not really together, he was just...trying to make things more comfortable for me. I mean...look around you, this whole thing was concocted for couples, and up until he got there I'm pretty sure i was the only single up in that bitch.

Sam: Thats not true, you had me.

Mercedes: Sam your here with Quinn, your date. Speaking of which; I dont know whats got your panties in a bunch, but you need to dig that shit out and get back to what you were doing before, cause this into you one second you dont exist the next thing your doing doesnt cut it for girls like Quinn-

Sam: I've already got her all figured out. She's not the kind of girl whose really into dating, to girls like her its a waste of time. She's into getting her needs met. She's the kind of girl who likes you tell her she's beautiful and shower her with compliments to milk her ego then fu-

Mercedes: Careful.

Sam: What I was trying to say is me and Quinn both know where this thing between us is going, so just...dont worry about it, ok.

Mercedes: Look Sam, Quinn is one of my bestfreinds and despite what you may think no, she is not the female version of you. She's fragile, so dont treat her like shes one of your average hoes, cause she's not.

Sam: Well, thanks for the relationship advice, It means so much coming from someone who is completely oblivious to the rules of relationships and the oppisite sex.

Mercedes: Look, its no secret that boys are fucking stupid and i dont understand them, but Quinn is-

Sam: You need to stop worrying about Quinn, and start reminding Puckerman what his role is.

Mercedes: What does this have to do with Puck?

Sam: The way he touches you, its...innapropriate.

Mercedes: Innapropriate Sam? Really? Why does it bother you so much huh? Why does he bother you-

Sam: He just wants to fuck you.

Mercedes: Whats so wrong with that.

Sam: Whats so wrong with...do you hear yourself right now?

Mercedes: I mean, lets be real here, its an option.

Sam: THE FUCK, AN OPTION? NO HE'S NOT A FUCKING OPTION-!

Mercedes: STOP FUCKING! SCREAMING AT ME, and what makes you think YOU have a say- You know what...fuck this, I'm not doing this right now.

Mercedes turns to leave, but she doesnt make it a full step before Sam pulls her back and crashes his lips against hers. This kiss is more possesive, and needy then the first time they had kissed months ago. She finally pulls away when her lungs start to sting and looks up at him with questioning eyes, He looks as if he's going to say something, and by the way he's looking at her she thinks it way be something she wants to hear, but he looks away from her. At first she figures, He's just being...himself, and pulling away from her when things get to deep. But then she glances in the direction his eyes seem to be stuck in and does a double take when she sees Quinns glistening eyes boaring into her. She looks down at her figeting fingers ashamed of whats she's done.

She spent the whole weekend calling and texting Quinn leaving apology after apology on her voicemail. She'd never felt more guilty about anything in her entire life, especially since she hadn't stopped doing what got her in trouble in the first place. Since the incident at the boardwalk Sam and Mercedes hadnt really gotten a chance to sit down and talk about what happened; which was probably because all the time they spent alone together consisted of heavy makeout sessions. Mercedes felt terrible about herself, and what she was doing to Quinn, but she felt as though she had no controll over herself. She knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldnt stop. Wendsday morning she finally got a reply text from Quinn saying to meet her by her locker before class. She could see Quinn exchanging books at her locker, and as she closed the distance between them she debated whether or not she should tell her about all the other times she kissed Sam. By the time she reached Quinn's locker, she decided not to opting to simply apoloigise for what she's been caught with.

Mercedes: I'm sorry, and I know you probably hate me right now, and you have every right, and what I did was horrible and if you never want to speak with me again i get.

Quinn smiled at Mercedes, she raised a questioning eyebrow in confusion.

Quinn: I'm suprisingly not mad at you any more, and I could never hate you, your my best freind. Yes I was hurt, but I'm over it now. I spent all this time just thinking how could she do this to me, and then I stopped and looked back on things and realised that its not really that surprising. I really really thought about it and realised that you've liked him all along, and then i felt kind of guilty for putting you in a situation where i asked you to set me up with a guy you like. But then I didnt feel guilty because i hadnt figured it out at the time and you hadnt told me. And now I'm feeling like one of those clingy pathetic freinds because I couldnt go a full week without talking to you. Anyway I just want things to go back to normal.

The girls envelop eachother in a tight hug before Mercedes pulls away.

Mercedes: Thank god, and I am really sorry about hurting you.

Quinn: I know you are.

Mercedes: And I'm sorry things didnt work out between you and Sam.

Quinn: Well, its too soon to tell dont you think?

Mercedes: Oh, I thought-

Quinn: Calm down, I'm not going to try to guilt you into not going after him. The way I see it, he is officially fair game.

Mercedes: So your saying that your still going after him?

Quinn nods.

Mercedes: Even though I'm going after him? .

Quinn feigns offense.

Quinn: Ouch, that hurt mercy. You know, if i didnt know you any better, I'd think you were afraid of alittle competition.

Mercedes: Moi? Never that.

Quinn smirks at her before reaching her hand out.

Quinn: So what do you say? Shake on it?

Mercedes shakes her hand.

Mercedes: Game on motherfucker.

The girls smile at eachother both equally happy to have their freind back. Quinn throws her arm over Mercedes shoulder dragging her down the hallway to their english class.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Dr. Kareamie: I dont know many girls who are willing to give their friends a fair shot at winning a boy over that they like, and remaining friends in the process.

Mercedes: Well, thats what was so great about our friendship, we were always brutally honest with eachother, and we always kept our word, so neither of us were worried about any hits below the belt. Looking back on it now, i realise that kissing Sam, thats where I fucked up, It was the gateway of deciet in our freindship. Up until that point we never did anything to hurt eachother.

Dr. Kareamie: Do you regret turning "winning Sam" into a competition?

Mercedes: No, at the time it was all in good fun. It was still only at the begining of the chaos and fuckery, and I think we handled ourselves pretty well.

Dr. Kareamie: Who won?

Mercedes: Well, Isn't it obvious?

A/N: Excuse my grammar, didn't really get a chance to edit this properly, and sorry for the long wait. I was experiencing a sever case of writers block. Thanks again to everyone for the support, i must have written, and rewritten this chapter over a dozen times, but anyway..i hope you enjoy :))!