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"No, no, donation!"

Tina frowned as she retrieved the brand new package of jersey bed sheets from the TAKE pile on her bedroom floor.

"But these are really nice and I haven't even used them yet! My Gran got 'em for me."

Santana poked out her bottom lip disapprovingly, eyeing the sheets like they had called her a musty bitch.

"This skin does not do jersey and if those sheets make it to our bed, I won't be doing you. I'm just sayin'."

She casually studied her nails and when she heard the plop of the package landing on the donation pile, she clapped and sang, "Mercy, I think we need another box."

Mercedes was supposed to be taping up boxes in the common room but her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of him.

It had been two weeks since that fateful night in the park and after they returned to the frat house, they went straight to sleep, completely exhausted from the events of the day. The next morning she was leaving for English and she could tell something was off by the way he hugged her goodbye. It was terse and a little cold, like he had somewhere he needed to be. While she expected a lengthy kiss with tongue she only received a quick peck on the cheek. At the time she didn't think anything of it because she figured he was nervous about his upcoming interview for an internship at a graphic design firm near campus but now she was certain there was more to the story.

Something was definitely off and she couldn't figure it out so the situation turned from awkward to just plain weird. Up until that point nearly everything about their relationship had come so easily but now it seemed like work just to spend time together. Whenever she would try to talk about the off vibe, he would either change the subject or deny that something was wrong. It was odd and unsettling and she wasn't sure how to fix it.

"Nena!"

Santana waved her hands in front of Mercedes' face, bringing her back to the present.

"How was Saturn? I hear the rings are amazing this time of year!"

Mercedes eyes shot to the ceiling in an exaggerated roll and Santana smirked.

"My bad, wrong galaxy. You must have visited Svans Eam where everything's Avatar Blue and the currency is comic books."

Mercedes rolled her eyes again while she finished the box she was taping, handing it over to Santana who then handed it to Tina.

"So, am I going to have to use my special powers to make you tell me what's wrong or should I just call Sam?"

Mercedes gasped, muttering, "You wouldn't!"

"How long have we known each other? Girl, I'm messier than a Maury Povich paternity test reveal. My hair is so shiny cuz I use Messé. You know how some people get joint pain when it rains? Well, my lip quivers when mess is near and my lip has been twitching all fucking day! It's my life force. Now that that's been established, spill."

Santana got comfortable on the couch and waited while Mercedes tried to think of a starting point.

"I don't know. I go over that day in my mind and I can't find anything wrong. Everything went fine with his family and that night was really special."

Santana pursed her lips with a raised brow as she said, "I bet it was. The freaks definitely came at night. Let me find out y'all enjoy the Great Outdoors."

Mercedes sighed, choosing to ignore Santana's rudeness as she continued, "But ever since then...things have been..."

"Fucked up?"

"No. Just... different."

Santana tilted her head in confusion, reminding Mercedes of a curious puppy as she asked, "Is he witholding the dick?"

Mercedes shook her head emphatically, "Hell to the no!"

"Good, so it's not serious then. Has he found out about the internship yet?"

"No, I thought that was it but he was waiting to hear about it before then so I have no idea what it could be."

"Why don't you just ask him?"

They both turned their heads, watching intently as Tina took a seat on the coffee table.

"Mercy, it's the only way to find out what's wrong because we could sit around playing guessing games for eternity but you'll never know until you're straight with him and he's straight with you."

Santana looked at her girlfriend with so much pride, clearing her throat before saying, "Boo is right. By the way, I owe you big time because if you hadn't meddled-"

Mercedes opened her mouth to speak when Santana shot her a 'girl, please' look.

"As I was saying, if you hadn't meddled, we wouldn't be moving in together due to my stupidity."

Tina and Mercedes both raised a "Praise" hand accompanied by yells of "Amen!" and "Speak on it!" while Santana pouted.

"Okay, okay, okay I can admit that I am bullheaded at times."

Tina smirked and Santana made the necessary correction.

"Most of the time but you love me anyway."

"Yes, I do."

Tina leaned forward with her lips puckered and Santana kissed her sweetly, their lips smacking loudly and for once Mercedes was jealous.

After English class, Mercedes headed back to the apartment and found Santana leaning over the kitchen counter sobbing quietly, her head buried inside her folded arms. Just as she approached to ask what was wrong, Santana moaned loudly, her fingers clawing at the smooth granite of the countertop. She arched her back while rolling her hips and it didn't take long for Mercedes to figure out what was happening. She was about to run to the safety of her room when Santana looked up and their eyes locked.

"Hey, girl! Forgot that you were coming back early."

Mercedes blushed, wanting to avert her eyes but she was so in shock that she couldn't help but stare.

"Uh...hey..."

Santana wasn't the least embarrassed by getting caught, grinning as she backed away from the counter and smoothed down her dress. Extending her hands outward she gave Tina a boost who turned around and waved at Mercedes, wiping Santana's essence away with a finger that she immediately licked. Mercedes just stood there with her mouth agape while they held hands, practically skipping to Santana's room so Tina could finish what she started.

Although she was happy Santana had finally taken her advice and she and Tina were basking in afterglow, she was sad because it seemed like her relationship was heading in the opposite direction. She just wanted everyone to be happily in love but apparently it was too much to ask because the universe was one bitter bitch.

"Awww, Mercy, everything will be okay."

Mercedes once again snapped herself out of her thoughts, glancing at a concerned Tina then Santana.

Santana grabbed Mercedes' hand and said, "You wanna know something that I recently learned?"

Mercedes nodded and Santana continued, "Once you find love, you have to do everything you can to keep it. So fight."

Tina held Mercedes' other hand and Mercedes squeezed both, a small smile forming on her lips as she showed gratitude for their support.

"Thank you."

"No hay problema. Now can we get back to packing up my baby's things? I'm trying to make this thing official."

Tina grinned then said, "You could always put a ring on it!"

Mercedes turned to Santana, prepared for a freakout but Santana smiled shyly while replying, "In due time."

Mercedes teared up, her heart swelling with pride because Santana had come so far in such a short amount of time.

"Let's do this!"

The girls went to work and in no time, all of Tina's belongings were packed up and ready to be taken to the apartment. There was a knock on the door and Tina ran to answer it. Puck and Sam were standing outside and she stepped back to let them in.

Puck rubbed his hands together as he asked, "We ready?"

Santana yelled, "Hell yes!"

Tina, Santana and Puck began taking boxes out to Sam's truck while Sam and Mercedes stood awkwardly in the common room.

"So, have you heard anything yet?"

Sam shook his head while she nodded sympathetically.

"Well, at least you're still in the running."

"Yeah."

Mercedes frowned and was seconds away from a complete breakdown when Puck wrapped an arm around both of their shoulders, pulling them all together.

"We could sure use your help."

Patting both of their backs, he walked away and Mercedes glanced at Sam before picking up a box and leaving the apartment.

Sam watched her walk away, wanting to call her back and explain his behavior but instead he said nothing.

It only took a couple of hours to move Tina into the apartment and the girls decided to celebrate over pizza.

Mercedes eyes sparkled expectantly as she asked, "Babe, are you coming with us?"

Sam winced as he replied, "I wish I could but we have a chapter meeting at the house."

Mercedes' face fell and her lips formed an 'o' as she shook her head sadly.

"Okay, then I'll see you tonight."

"Yep. Bye."

He started to walk out then at the last second he gave her a peck on the cheek.

Puck said his goodbyes before dragging Sam out of the apartment, waiting until they got inside of the truck to go off.

"Dude, what the fuck was that? We don't have a meeting!"

Sam gripped the steering wheel and sighed, feeling like the biggest tool for lying to her again.

"I know."

"Then why did you do that? Why are you avoiding her?"

"I dunno, man, got a lot of things on my mind."

"Bullshit! For months you two have been inseparable now all of a sudden you can't be around her. Da fuck's going on?"

Sam pulled out of the parking lot, avoiding Puck's question by focusing on the road.

"Look, if you're going to break up with her, just do it. Don't drag this shit out because Mercedes deserves better than that."

Sam clenched his jaw tightly, taking a few deep breaths before responding, "We're not breaking up. Ever. I love her too much to let her go."

"Well what is your problem?"

"Why do you think it's my fault?"

"Because Mercedes is perfect and you're a piece of shit."

Sam grinned at Puck's accurate assessment.

"You're right. I guess I just feel guilty because I've been a little distant lately and I don't know how to make things right."

Puck eyed Sam like he was a stranger, asking, "But you worship the ground she walks on so why are you holding back now?"

"The conversation with my dad has been bothering me."

"Your dad? I thought you said everything went great."

"It did but we were talking about the future and I let it slip that I was thinking of when to propose."

Sam glanced over at Puck who was already staring back at him with raised eyebrows.

"I don't know why I'm shocked but I am. Dude..."

"I know but he was excited and said that he wouldn't mind if we gave him some grandkids, married or not and that got me thinking crazy things."

"Well, I kind of understand his excitement because Mercedes is an awesome girl but was he serious?"

"One thing my dad doesn't fuck around with is family and my parents consider Mercedes family. It really is amazing how everything is just falling into place. I guess what bothered me is that I thought about the number of times we've had sex and honestly I'm surprised we don't have a couple of little ones already."

Puck grinned at that, adding, "True story but what makes you so sure she isn't?"

Sam's throat went suddenly dry and he tried to respond several times but he didn't know how to answer. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny the possibility of a pregnancy no matter how unlikely it was. They'd stop using condoms, relying solely on her taking her birth control pills faithfully.

"Aww, man, I was just shittin' you! I know you two are being careful."

Sam nodded, laughing off Puck's fuckery as he parked the truck in the driveway but he couldn't shake the uneasiness and needed to talk to Mercedes.

[...]

Mercedes had joined Tina and Santana in their room, unwinding on the bed after a hectic day. Santana was almost finished painting Mercedes toes a pastel blue and Mercedes was french-braiding Tina's hair as they rapped along to the 90's rap blasting from the iPod situated on the dresser.

"In a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum!"

Santana finished, twisting the cap back on the top coat polish before tossing it in Caboodle's trunk.

"It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie! It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie! It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie! It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie!"

Tina joined in singing, "Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride!"

Mercedes added, "Get high, get high, get high!"

They continued singing and dancing until the music faded, giggling like pre-teens. After another hour of partying, Mercedes left to give the lovebirds some privacy, stopping to grab a beer from the fridge on the way to her room. Just as she was walking out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang and she checked the clock on the stove, raising her eyebrows because it was close to ten. Peering into the peephole, she saw Sam with his head bowed, shifting his body from side to side.

She opened the door then stepped back to allow him entry and he breezed past her standing in the middle of the room with his hands stuffed in his jeans' pockets. From his stance she could tell that he was finally ready to address the weirdness from the past two weeks.

"Do you want something to drink?"

He shook his head and she retrieved her beer from the kitchen counter then took a seat on the sofa, watching as he collected his thoughts.

She had just taken her fourth sip when he started speaking.

"Me and my dad had this conversation about you and me and he asked me about our plans and I pretty much laid out how I wanted our future to be."

Mercedes nodded slowly, her mind traveling back to the night of the sexathon and how he practically proposed, wondering if he had already changed his mind.

"Kids, our careers, the whole nine and he was excited by the possibilities. And then he mentioned... my dad-"

Sam tried figuring out how to explain it but the wording never seemed right.

Mercedes blinked hard, preparing herself for the worse, pleading, "Just tell me, Sam."

"He- he said that he wouldn't mind if we got started on the kids part."

She perked up, unsure of how to take that bit of news.

"Wait, what?"

"That's what I said! He really likes you and I guess he got a little caught up in the moment."

"A little? He's trying to get me knocked up before senior year!"

Sam shook his head, still not believing his dad had encouraged him to get her pregnant.

"So...what does that have to do with the past couple of days? I mean, you don't actually think I could be pregnant, do you?"

He gulped, quickly saying, "No."

In reality, that's exactly what he had been thinking. Earlier that evening he had driven himself crazy by googling pregnancy symptoms and why birth control failed.

She leaned forward, replying,"No? Are you sure? You look a little sick and you're not looking me in the eye."

He began pacing again and she tucked in her lips because she knew he was lying.

"Sam."

He was scratching his head, staggering back and forth as he felt a panic attack coming on.

"SAM!"

He turned to look at her and she motioned for him to take a seat next to her.

"Breathe, just breathe."

He did as he was told and she breathed along with him, helping to calm his nerves. After the initial panic wore off, she brushed away the hair that had fallen over his eyes then cupped his cheek.

"I don't want you to worry about that."

"But I was doing some research-"

She pulled back from him, trying not to laugh by biting her lip but failed when a snicker escaped.

"Research? What kind of research?"

"I looked at a few sites."

She giggled, smiling brightly at his adorkable nature, saying, "Sam, honey, stop! Please stop. Just ask me if you need to know anything. You'll drive yourself crazy coming up with all these different scenarios when you could get peace of mind from yours truly."

He smiled dumbly, a little embarrassed by his unnecessary freakout.

"So, since you had or have questions, ask away."

He hesitated, his mouth opened and ready to bombard her with questions but his courage faltered. She smiled reassuringly and he decided it was now or never.

"I um, noticed that you haven't needed me to run to CVS for supplies in a while and we've been going pretty much nonstop for the past couple of months."

Her lip quivered with amusement because he refused to use certain terms.

"I switched pills so I would have fewer periods, remember?"

He nodded as he remembered their discussion from earlier in the year.

"Oh, right."

She rested her elbow on the back of the sofa, leaning against it as she studied him quietly. He twiddled his thumbs, frequently pursing his lips as he tried to come up with another question.

"Anything else?"

He watched her finish off her beer, placing the empty bottle on the coaster sitting on the edge of the coffee table.

"I thought alcohol affected pills."

"It doesn't affect them; just one's judgment. It might make me forget to take my pill if I overdo it but you know I'm not a lush and..."

She pulled out her phone from her pocket and after flipping through a few screens, she handed it to him. He stared at the list of calendar events for 8:45 AM everyday. He pressed a random date and saw the reminder for take pill. He grinned because he knew he could count on her practicality when it came to something so important.

He handed the phone back to her and she laughed because his cheeks were fire engine red.

"My bad, baby. I just want to do things in the right order."

"Right, I get it but life is unpredictable so you still have to live."

"I know, I guess I like to freak myself out when things are going a little too smoothly."

"Boy, stop."

He grinned as he patted his lap and she happily obliged him, straddling his hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He ran his hands down her sides and under the band of her shorts as he asked, "So, we're good?"

She lifted her hips, leaning forward while eyeing his lips as she replied, "Solid as a rock."

He gazed into her eyes then stared at her moist lips, tilting his head before crushing his lips against hers. She moaned softly as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, using suction to squeeze it, sending slivers of pleasurable pain through her body. He teased her further by acting like he was releasing it only to tug it back into his mouth using his teeth. Digging her nails into the back of his neck, she gyrated against his crotch and he countered her movements with his own. It didn't take long for him to get hard and although they wanted to, they were too mentally and physically exhausted to go any further.

She buried her head in his neck and he rubbed her back, saying, "We could always cuddle."

That made her groan and not in the way she wanted.

"You don't want to cuddle with me?"

"I do after we do that other thing."

He smirked as he said, "Looks likes somebody's adDICKted."

She lifted her head and side-eyed him.

"You know I put it down."

She shook her head at his bravado, deciding to put him in his place.

"But you ain't putting anything down tonight, are you?"

He frowned, replying, "Oh that's how it is?"

She shrugged as she got up and he squinted when he saw her walking away slowly.

"I don't think so, Mercy!"

It only took three steps to catch her.

[...]

She had been watching him sleep for the past ten minutes, initially awakened by the urge to pee. After relieving herself, she slipped quietly back into bed, careful not to wake him before trying to fall back to sleep but she never did. First she stared at the ceiling hoping her eyes would get tired and sleep would come then when that didn't worked she checked her email and read a few articles on her phone. So finally she decided to flip over and watch him.

She told herself she would only look but not touch but failed in the first minute when she traced his puckered lips with a fingertip, marveling at the slight jiggle they made due to her movements. The next thing she noticed were the thick eyelashes resting on his cheeks making him look like a kid again. She was slightly perturbed that it took an eyelash curler and two coats of mascara to attain what he had naturally but she would never voice her frustration.

Her eyes drifted back to his lips and she couldn't stop herself from giving him a kiss goodnight. It was slow and sweet and she mistakenly thought it would be enough. It never would.

She lost count of the number of times she kissed him before he finally stirred to life because he was such a heavy sleeper. She often joked that he could sleep through the apocalypse, he was that bad. His actions were automatic as he kissed her back hungrily, almost as if he knew this was how it would play out all along. He helped her remove the essential articles of clothing before pulling her on top of him, his hands immediately reaching for her hips as she pressed hers against his chest.

She spread her fingers wide while lifting her ass, hissing as she slid down his dick, her walls immediately clenching around him for an enthusiastic welcome. He groaned approvingly choosing to lie still as she began to move at a steady pace, her tits bouncing after every buck of her hips. She found a nice groove and he exhaled sharply when her pussy squeezed and milked him continuously. His only response was to thrust up as she slammed down, their matching rhythm creating a see-saw motion.

Whispered moans, harsh breaths and the rhythmic creaking of bedsprings filled the room and she chased after her orgasm, forcing him to stay at the same angle by holding onto his knees. He gritted his teeth, raising his head from the pillow as he continued drilling in and out of her tight pussy. His nostrils flared and chest heaved with effort, giving as good as he got. Her eyes fluttered in time to her walls and laid on his chest, burying her head in his neck to muffle her screams.

He cupped her ass firmly with both hands, using his grip to jerk her body rapidly up and down his shaft, whispering, "Fuck it's good! Mmmhmm, your pussy's so damn sweet. Unhhh, shit!"

He held her chin, turning her face so they could kiss in between thrusts, only pausing for a moment to come. He pulled out then kissed her nose and she smiled because she was finally sleepy again.

[...]

Tina hated to cook but per their agreement, it was her night to whip up something special. She decided on spaghetti bolognese because it seemed simple enough until she realized too late how much chopping was involved. She had finally managed to get the sauce going and she was cooking the pasta when Mercedes busted through the door, running at top speed to her bathroom.

"Oh my God I'm not gonna make it! Oh Jesus, not my new leggings! Please no!"

Tina laughed, holding her stomach at the I'm gonna pee on myself jig that Mercedes performed unknowingly for her pleasure. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to dinner and after a few minutes, it was just about ready in time for Santana to walk through the door.

Santana closed her eyes as she tossed her bags on the sofa, waving the aroma towards her nose as she inhaled deeply.

"It smells so good!"

Tina grinned with pride, motioning for Santana to come and taste the sauce. Handing her the spoon, she asked, "How does it taste? Be honest!"

Santana slurped a little of the sauce then immediately licked the spoon clean.

"It tastes fucking amazing! Feed me now!"

Santana grabbed her face and gave her a quick peck on the lips before running to grab plates. She almost dropped them when a shrill scream came from Mercedes' room. Tina glanced at Santana, worry etched on her face.

Santana calmly said, "I'll go."

Tina nodded as she followed her into the living room where she stopped and waited. Santana walked inside Mercedes' bedroom, glancing at Tina one last time. She instantly heard soft sobs coming from the bathroom and she steeled herself before pushing back the slightly open door.

"Mercy?"

She found her with her head buried in her lap, rocking back and forth and she started to reach out to comfort her when she spotted the box and instructions on the vanity. After a quick scan she found the stick and read the digital display. Pregnant.

"Well, shit."


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