A/N: This chapter will describe the weekend Samcedes spends with Mike and Tina at Grand St. Mary's State Park. Sam and Mercedes will each spend a little time reminiscing about Wednesdays past.

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever claim ownership of Glee, its characters, or the manner in which those characters are mistreated on television. I would never admit to being responsible for the hot mess my favorite show has become.


Mercedes POV

June 14, 2012

It's Thursday morning, and Tina and I are grocery shopping before we leave with our boyfriends on vacation this afternoon. Mike and Sam rented this cabin on the grounds of Grand Lake St. Mary's State Park, about 40 minutes Southwest of Lima. We're going to spend tonight in the cabin, hang out on the grounds tomorrow, then camp under the stars before we leave Saturday morning.

Tina and I decided we didn't care how rustic or rough the next two days were, so long as we had good food to eat while out there, so we're picking up some snacks for the road trip and stuff to cook while we're camping out. Sam and Mike are loading my dad's Tahoe with the coolers, tents, sleeping bags, and camping gear; we plan to meet up at Mike's house and leave from there.

Tina and Mike had a fit laughing when Sam and I told them about the talk our 'rents had with us 3 weeks ago. They pretty much had the same conversation with Mike's parents not too long ago. It seems like all the parental figures got together and decided we could all run wild after graduation. Tike didn't even have to beg for permission to take this two-day trip.

While we shopped, Tina and I decided we should take advantage of the lax parenting and see if we could get Puck's friend to get us a bottle of tequila for the trip. I texted him, and all systems were a go. On the way to Puck's, Tina and I got to talking about the future.

"'Cedes, do you think the distance thing will break you and Sam up again this year?"

"Girl, you know our main problem last year wasn't distance...it was miscommunication. He was frustrated and overworked, I was lonely and sad. We took all that shit out on each other instead of talking it out."

"Do you think Mike and I can survive the distance?"

"It'll be a lot of work, and you can't get caught up in comparing your relationship to when you saw each other every day. But I'm sure you can work it out if you both really want to."

"Was Shane a factor when you two broke up?"

"Yes and no. I honestly didn't think the guy had any feelings for me, so I pretty much accused Sam of unnecessary jealousy every time his name came up; that didn't help matters at all." I pondered. "Shane did take advantage of my loneliness, too. But Sam and I breaking up had more to do with both of us wanting to be right...I still owe him an apology for all those times I called him crazy for wanting to deck Shane."

"If Mike finds some college girl who shares his interests or I make friends with some guy who preys on my loneliness next year, what should we do to avoid a breakup?"

"Well, you can both promise to talk about this stuff without arguing. If he gets jealous of a Shane-type, don't get belligerent...just try to see his point. If he starts missing Skype dates just talk it out."

After we got the tequila from Puck, we made our way to Mike's house. Then we double-checked all our stuff, and we took off.

We eventually checked into our cabin and Sam and Mike decided the perfect way to spend the afternoon was to go for a swim. We packed a lunch of sandwiches, chips, and fresh fruit and put several bottles of water in a cooler, then hiked to the lake. We really had a ball together.

Sam and Mike are both clowns, so they spent a lot of time trying to dunk us underwater and grab our ankles while we swam. Mike brought a beach ball, and we played a game of water-volley in the shallow end. Then we reenacted Sam's We Found Love proposal routine, giggling the whole time.

Around 5 o'clock our long day started to catch up with us so we decided to hang out in the cabin for the rest of the night. We walked back through the woods, and unpacked all our swim gear. Since there were two half-baths each couple was able to shower at the same time. Then we all made a stir-fry (Mike's favorite), tofu burgers (Tina's favorite), fried chicken and tots. For desert we had Banana Pudding ice cream, and decided to watch a few movies and TV shows Tina had downloaded onto her laptop.

When everyone met up in the living room, Tina and I brought out our bottle of tequila to surprise the boys. As it turns out, they had brought a 12 pack of Heineken and a 6-pack if Zima to surprise us.

The four of us totally have a great time whenever we drink together. Without Santana there crying, or Britt making it rain, or Quinn cussing people out; we really don't have anything to bring the mood down. Tina and I are happy/flirty drunks, Sam is a smoochy drunk, and Mike cracks jokes and makes fun of people, dancing the entire time...so by the time we finish playing a round of "The Bad Girls Club" drinking game (where we take a swig of beer -or chick beer- every time someone says the word "bitch"), we were acting a fool.

Tina and I were on the couch laughing at Mike, who was doing a great impression of Kurt. He had put on a really fitted pair of jeans, a pink t-shirt of Tina's, one of my vests, a pair of suspenders, and had fashioned a brooch out of a cat-shaped refrigerator magnet. Mike-as-Kurt flamboyantly accused Tina and I of stealing his favorite sailor hat, while doing Kurt's patented shoulder-shimmy dance. I'm not gonna lie; on this particular day, Kurt wasn't exactly my favorite New Directions member, so even I did a little laughing at his expense.

Sam was pretending to be Natalie Nunn; stomping around in a pair of my mules and shouting "I run LA, right now" in between planting kisses on the shoulder that all my laughing had exposed.

Then we played a game of Truth or Dare, with the tequila as a consequence for questions left unanswered and dares left undone. The game was really informative. I found out more about Tina and Mike's sex life than I ever wanted to. Blame it on Sam, he's fascinated by what he calls Anime Sex.

When night fell, each couple went in to our room and went to bed drunk and happy. Sam and I heard the exact moment when Tike decided to get freaky. One second all we heard was nature sounds, the next it was all headboards banging on the wall. Sam and I probably would have followed suit if we hadn't been so tired. By the time Mike started babbling in Mandarin, though, Sam and I were completely knocked out. While we slept, I dreamt of the day Sam and I figured out how to address our awkwardness about sexytimes.

~Flashback~

June 12, 2011

On Sunday, Sam didn't have to go in until 6 pm, so he came to church with my family, and stayed afterward for dinner. It was a pretty odd day, since we had all this awkward energy between us about the physical aspect of our relationship. Plus, on the way home from church, Sam and I had disagreed about a new church member, since he swore up and down the guy was hitting on me. I put all that stuff aside, so we could get in a little time together before he went to work. We had about 3 hours to hang out before he had to leave, so we went into my game room and loaded Call of Duty. Before we could pick avatars, though, I turned to Sam to tell him I had come up with a solution to our sex problem.

"So, yesterday, I was surfing the web and came across this blog written by a marriage counselor named Renee Barclay…"

I drape my legs across Sam's lap and grin when he begins stroking my thigh.

"…her blog was really cool, it was all about how people could avoid couples' counseling if they would communicate better. I was browsing through it, and found a part where she mentioned that a lot of couples don't talk about important things because the topics are too heavy, and they make them feel uncomfortable…"

"Just like us," Sam interrupted.

"Exactly! So I kept reading, and Dr. Barclay suggests that whenever these topics come up, you should find a fun way to discuss them. With sex, a great way to get it out in the open, is making a game out of it."

"A game? Like you see in porn stores?"

"Sort of...I mean, lot of couples do stuff like play with sex dice, and they buy these board games with naughty game pieces, or make bets with new sex positions as ante. But not all of them have a physical element."

I didn't think we were quite ready for that yet.

"The best one, was this game for couples who want to spice up their sex lives but are embarrassed to tell their partner what they want to try differently."

"What do you mean?"

"You'd be surprised how many men want their wives to spank them, or how many women want a come bath…"

"Wow…"

"…anyway, I figure we can take that game, but change it up in a way that will help us communicate about this stuff. Since we aren't having sex, we can play the game using acts of foreplay."

I know I had his attention then.

"The rules are pretty simple, we each spend some time this week writing down sex-related acts that we wanna try with the other one. We're not playing a hypothetical game, so the point is to only include stuff you actually want to try with me…Kind of like a sexual wish list."

"Can you give me an example, or…"

"I mean, I don't want to know if you've been dreaming about shoving a dildo up my ass, cuz we really aren't there yet…"

Sam playfully poked out his bottom lip and pretended to pout.

"…but all the stuff that might come up when making out; you know, rounding the bases…we should totally talk about that kind of thing."

"That makes sense."

"You're a boy, I know you've seen a little porn in your lifetime. And you used to date Santana, so I'm pretty sure you can come up with a few things you'd like to try with me one of these Wednesday nights…"

Sam perked the hell up just now, I guess it means he's in.

"I may be a virgin, but I read erotica and fan fiction enough to be curious about some stuff I've read…"

Great, now he's looking at me like I'm a stranger and I'm pretty sure my cheeks are flushed.

"…what, everybody know quiet girls are freaky" I add, just to make him as uncomfortable as I feel.

"I seriously hope so," Sam joked.

I kiss his cheek and finish with, "If we make a game out of it, we can have a frank discussion about these things, but keep the atmosphere kinda light and breezy. So what do you say?"

He nods at me so I ask, "Wednesday Night?"

Sam nods again, and answers "Wednesday Night!"


Sam POV:

June 15, 2012

Friday morning Mercy and I woke up early, feeling pretty good despite the fact that we drank our weight in alcohol last night. We spooned and waited for Mike and Tina to surface while talking over our schedule for the rest of the day. The plan went like this: the girls would cook breakfast, while Mike and I went to rent a couple of canoes down at the lake. We figured we would go fishing, and hopefully catch a little something for lunch. Then, we'd cook lunch and pack everything up to eat at one of the outside picnic tables. After spending the afternoon in the woods, we'd check out of the cabin, then head over to the campgrounds to pitch tents and set up our campsite.

Before we did any of that, though, I wanted to make up for falling asleep so fast last night. Cedes used to wear all of these negligees and corset-y things whenever she knew we were gonna be having sex, but ever since she put on this strip tease to a song called T-Shirt and Panties, that's all I want to see her sleep in. Her t-shirt had Superman's logo across the front, and the panties were crotch-less and dark blue. I may have dated a few high maintennace girls in the past, but I have to say, I love how sexy Mercy can make simple things.

We kissed long enough for me to see how turned on she had gotten, then I stayed still while Mercy climbed on top of me. Crotchless panties are always a sign Mercy's feeling kinda bossy…


Later on, after hiking back to the lake to watch seaplanes take off from the seaport base, we decided to build a fire. We all sat around drinking, roasting marshmallows and joking when Mike brought up something that happened yesterday morning.

"Hey Cedes, did Sam tell you we ran into Shane while you two were shopping before we came up here?"

"No, Mike...where?"

"Mike needed fishing line, so we went to a sporting goods store," I answered.

"Yeah, it looked like Shane was stocking up on gear for Ohio State football camp," added Mike.

"Did you guys say hello?" asked Tina.

"Yeah," I told her. "He said to tell you 'hi,' Mercy" I told her, pulling her into my lap.

"Shocked the hell out of me… I always figured you had a beat down coming your way at some point this summer for all the shit you pulled when you stole 'Cedes back" laughed Mike.

"Shit, you and me both, dude...when Mercy told me she confessed to cheating on Valentine's; ice-cold fear ran through my veins..." I looked down at the girl in my arms. "...you're worth a beat down though."

"Aww, you're so sweet...and dumb!" she giggled. "I totally saw how scared you got when you asked me if he was mad about it. Shane's not like that though, he wouldn't jump you for stealing me back." I hugged her tighter. "He's a good guy, mostly."

"You know Cedes would never date a bully," says Tina.

Mercy hugged me back and kissed my cheek before saying, "Right? Plus, he knew his days with me were numbered the second Sam got back to Lima."

"For real?" I asked.

"Yeah, he and I both knew it was only a matter of time..." Mercy admitted. "…and I never told you this, but when I split up with him he told me he probably deserved everything you did to break Shanecedes up…"

She interrupted herself to brush hair out of my eyes while I winced at the nickname for her and the Bulldozer.

"…He even admitted to fucking with you all those times after he moved to Lima last summer. I got mad, called him an asshole, and told him Karma was a bitch," Mercy laughed.

"I told you he had his eye on you back then!"

"You did, and you were right!"

Tina chimed in with "God, I'll never forget the day you two made your relationship official and told us you were dating...it completely made my day!"

"Yeah, T was squealing her ass off about our two best friends seeing each other. She couldn't wait to go out on double dates." Mike dodged a playful slap from Tina. "Seriously, did you know she had been trying to get me to set you guys up since before Homecoming?"

"Why didn't you?" I asked. "You would have saved me a lot of heartache."

I remember 'Cedes helping me learn the choreography to 'Thriller," plus it was the beginning of the end of me and Quinn.

"Mike kept saying you weren't Mercedes' type, and that he couldn't see any chemistry."

That made me side-eye my best friend.

"You got that one wrong, Mike" Mercy piped in.

"Yeah, you two were soooo close by the time you came clean. How in he hell did you two go from barely speaking to best friends so fast?" Tina wondered.

"Finishing each other's sentences, dropping each other off at work..." chimed in Mike.

"…Going to church together, babysitting the kids…" added Tina.

Then we all laughed at the irony of them accusing us of finishing each other's sentences.

"First of all, Sam and I were a secret… it's easy to get close when you don't have anybody in your business," Cedes explained.

"Plus, my family was homeless; it would have been really irresponsible for 'Cedes and I to have steady Breadstixx dates, or buy movie tickets for $20 a pop every Saturday night. All of my spare cash went directly to my parents to help pay for the motel, and buy food," I explained.

"Right?" 'Cedes added. "So we did free stuff...picnics, walks through the park, hanging out around my pool…"

"…we came here once, and drove to the lake lots of times. Plus we Netflixed every movie we ever heard of. Spending all that time together made us super comfortable, so we talked more than average teen couples." I finished her thought.

"And the sex stuff?" asked Tina. "Don't think we didn't notice you two were obviously in bed when you called us," she added.

Mike elaborated "It took T and me a whole year to get close enough to even talk about that kind of thing."

"Yeah, we thought you two were the shy types." Tina teased.

Mercy and I looked at each other and laughed.

"We are, but Mercy figured out a way for us to discuss that stuff without it getting awkward."

"That's right, we made it into a game..."

~Flashback~

June 15, 2011

Mercy came over Wednesday afternoon, earlier than usual, because most of the pizzeria employees were doing inventory and I was allowed to go home instead. Mercedes was wearing this really hot denim skirt that was way shorter than anything I had ever seen her wear, along with a Captain America tee that looked like it had been ripped to create cleavage and remove the sleeves. On her feet she was wearing red-white-and blue striped knee socks and red chucks. I smiled when I saw her standing there because it was pretty obvious she had worn what she knew would turn me on. We ate dinner, repacked her basket, and sat down on the rug in front of the couch facing each other. She started pulling things out of her backpack, and asked me if I had written my wish list down.

I nodded and got my suggestions out of my wallet while watching Mercy set up our game space. She had brought what looked like a miniature chest of drawers, lime green with three drawers. You see teachers with them in classrooms all the times; they use them to hold gem clips and thumbtacks. She also had two miniature trash cans with lids that swung around. Mercedes instructed me to put all of my suggestions in one trash can and pass it over to her, while she put all of hers in the other and placed it by my side. It looked like Mercy had cut about 5 index cards in half and written a phrase on each with a purple sharpie. I had cut a sheet of copy paper into eighths and used an ink pen to write down the things I wanted to try.

Then she explained that we would take turns pulling a suggestion, and reading it aloud; then place it in either the top, middle, or bottom drawer of the little chest. According to Mercy, putting a suggestion in the top drawer would mean that it was something you were interested in trying. The bottom drawer meant Hell To The No, and the middle drawer would represent any activities you might want to try once if the circumstances were right. She pulled out a little timer, saying we would spend no more than five minutes discussing each act…where the idea came from, why we wanna try it, or why we don't want to; basically we would talk about whatever we wanted, so long as we kept it under 5 minutes. She said the time limit would keep things from getting too awkward. She asked me to go first.

I pulled the first scrap out of Mercy's little trash can, swirling the papers around and hoping I got a good one. "I want you to titty-fuck me." I read, feeling my face flush and my ears burn. I was embarrassed, but I figured this had to be more embarrassing for her, so I put the suggestion in the top drawer. …cuz, hey, I ain't no dummy!

"Do you want to ask me anything about why I want to try that?" Mercy asked while she started the timer.

"Um, sure…when do you see us trying that particular thing?" I stumbled out. I mean, Mercy has great tits; I've spent the last year listening to Artie and Puck talk about them. But I never really considered it to be an act of foreplay. It seemed a little "advanced" for the conversation we were having. Plus, I wanted a date to look forward to.

"Well, I don't think it's the type of thing I would be ready for anytime soon, but I always figured I would try it before actually having sex."

Then Mercy giggled.

"You think I don't know how the Glee boys ogle my chest? It's kind of flattering, especially if I catch somebody looking when 'Sandbags' Lopez is standing right there."

She looked a little shy when she continued.

"Plus, it would be a total power trip; I kind of like the idea of making you scream like a bitch…"

She's joking, but she ain't wrong about that one.

"…I think if we were already naked, it might be really hot to climb up your body and slide your dick in between my ta-tas."

By this time, I'm having trouble breathing.

"Is there a hell-to-the-yes drawer?" I stammered.

The mood was awkward for about 3 seconds, then we laughed out loud. By the time she slapped my arm playfully, I realized I really did feel less embarrassed now… this was actually a great idea!

"My turn," Mercy said, clapping her hands and starting the timer over. She reached into my trashcan and pulled out a piece of paper. "I want to get you off with my fingers" she read out loud, then turned to me and asked, "Have you ever finger fucked anyone before?"

"Yes, Santana."

This is where the conversation got awkward, because I wanted to be honest, but I didn't want to piss her off by mentioning an ex.

"How many times, and did you make her come?"

Mercy looked like she really wanted to know, and it didn't seem like she was picking a fight with me; so I answered her again.

"We tried it twice; once after Rachel's train wreck party and once during that week they sang "Landslide" with Miss Holiday last year. The first time, she came, then started crying because she said she didn't want to feel anything down there for anyone but one other person. I guess she meant Britt…"

Mercy gave me the same look she had on her face when Britt sang "My Cup" in New York.

"…Then she cussed me out and tried to jerk me off so I couldn't tell anyone that the infamous sex shark Santana Lopez had left me hanging. But she was all drunk and crying so I just dropped her off at home."

I saw 'Cedes mouth the word 'wow' so I grinned and went on.

"The day she sang her song with Britt and Holly, we were making out in the backseat of her car after school. She let me get up under her skirt, but before I could finish her off, she stopped me. Satan pulled my hand out, went in my pants, and gave me a blowjob. Then she told me we were joining the celibacy club."

"Oh my damn…"

It was pretty funny how shocked she was.

"I never pictured you and Satan having that much drama…whenever I saw ya'll making out, I just figured you spent all your time together getting freaky…"

I laughed out loud at that one.

"…I completely misread that shit! And the blowjob? That's sick… I can't believe she would try to mack on you while she was still working through her whole Lebanese situation…"

Then she got back on track.

"I've never had a boy finger me, will it hurt?" she asked.

"Not if I don't try to penetrate you, I can get you off without actually sticking my fingers in you," I explained. I saw we still had about 2 minutes left on this subject so I asked her a question. "Have you ever used your fingers to get yourself off?"

I couldn't believe I just asked that.

I could tell she was ashamed to admit to this but she said, "Yes, but this shit just took a turn for the awkward, so can I just put my paper in the top drawer and let you take your next turn?" Mercy asked.

"Sure, sorry." I pulled another piece of index card out, and read out loud "I want us to try 69..." I look over at her and she's doing her blush-face. "Will you marry me?" I asked, serious as a heart attack.

"Boy! Quit playing…It sounds like fun, and Brittany says its good for two shy people to try oral sex this way because both people have a job to do."

I cannot believe my sweet Mercy is saying this right now.

"If we try it this way, no one has to feel awkward about looking down and seeing a head between their legs..."

Then this really naughty grin appeared on her face.

"..I mean, I would feel a little shy about going down on you while you watched my head bob up and down..."

Wow, she's really put a lot of thought into this.

"…but if we try it this way, all parties are occupied with the task at hand-or head." Mercy explained.

"Oh, I'm not arguing. I wrote down I wanted to try oral sex too, but I didn't think to put 69 on my wish-list."

"You wrote down wanting me to blow you, didn't you?"

She started rifling through the suggestions in the little trash can on her lap, I guess wanting to see for herself.

"That's where you're wrong, Miss Nosy, so you can just stop trying to find a piece of paper with the word blow-job on it. Besides, do I seem that selfish to you? I wrote down I wanted you to sit on my face, if you must know."

Felt kind of silly to say it out loud, but hell, she asked.

"For real?"

There goes that naughty grin again.

"Why that particular position?" asked Mercy.

"This is gonna sound really weird but, you always smell like some kind of dessert…"

The look she gave me was 100% what-the fuck?

"…no, seriously, you always smell like a combination of vanilla, and something chocolaty; I guess it's the lotion you use or whatever. But anyway, there is no way in hell you don't taste sweet too, and I'm really looking forward to finding out first hand. With you on top, gravity will ensure that I don't miss out on the …em, sweetness."

Might as well tell the rest of it, too.

"Remember how you said it would be hot to make me your bitch? Well, I kind of like the idea too, and if you're on top when we try 69, then I'll get my wish."

In for a penny in for a pound.

"Besides, you know I have a sweet tooth." I joked.

"More like an oral fixation…how do you know you'll like the taste of pussy? Did you ever try it? I mean, when guys in books finger someone, they always lick the traces off of their fingers. Did you?"

"No, didn't get the chance… probably would have though. The smell of a horny girl is kind of a turn on in and of itself…"

I explained, trying to convey without getting too graphic how smelling a wet pussy could really get a guy going.

"…and I'm really curious to see for myself, so I promise I'll let you know if I like the taste after I try it" I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"You know what's funny?" Mercy asked. "Every thing I've read out loud sounds like fun to me, and I'm pretty sure you would like to try all the things you've read. All of your wishes involve getting me off, and all of mine involve your dick..."

She seemed to be concentrating on something, so I just nodded instead of answering her.

"..Plus, neither one of us has objected to anything the other one has suggested. That probably means we are both givers in the sack, which is good. Unselfish people always enjoy sex more. "

"Yeah, you're right…most of my suggestions would probably get you off before me. But I am, Southern, so I know the lady should come first."

She reaches over and smacks me for the bad joke.

"No, seriously, it's a valid argument… no girl wants to sleep with a selfish guy. Plus, there is no way on earth I would ever take a girl's virginity without doing my level best to make sure she enjoys herself."

Time for my own naughty grin.

"At least 2 or 3 times."

"2 or 3?" she looked puzzled "Why so many?"

"Because it'll be my first time, too. I won't last long no matter how many mailmen I call on…"

Now she's giggling, thinking about Finn.

"…Plus, it seems like the more relaxed a girl is, and the more satisfied; the less the actual first time might hurt!'

"I agree, but just so you know…" Mercy began "…as a woman, I think its my job to make sure you have a good first time too. If I got you off before we actually did anything, then you'd last longer, right?"

"Again, will you marry me?" This time she just smirked and sent me her own eye wiggle instead of play-slapping me.

Then I wondered something aloud. "So how do we know when were ready to take another step forward?" I asked. "I mean, if I hadn't been ashamed into stopping last week, I probably would have gone under your shirt and bra. I don't want to try something you're not ready for and scare the shit out of you…you'd have just ended up avoiding my ass."

"For the record, I wanted you under my shirt last week, so I'm pretty sure that means I'm ready for it. But in general terms you should take cues from me on what I want, and I'll try to take my cues from you. Like, I was tickling your nipples because I wanted your hands on mine. When you were grinding into me, I was grinding into you because I liked feeling how hard you were. I mean, you felt kind of big…"

Now it was my turn to blush.

"…and I'm gonna tell the truth and say I'm a little scared to even think about actual sex with you. But feeling you between my legs was awesome, and I can't wait until it happens again."

"I get it, I mean you say you wanted my shirt off, and I wanted to take it off; one of us should have just gone for it, or at least asked the other one."

"Exactly"

"Mercy?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"I don't want to play anymore, I want to make out!"

"Thank you Jesus!"

So we did.

~End Flashback~

After Cedes and I told Mike and Tina a few details about the "game," and answered about 75 questions the two of them had, we all said goodnight and each couple retired to its own tent. When 'Cedes and I were snuggled inside our sleeping bags (zipped together so we could sleep in the same space) we heard Mike and Tina start watching a movie on her laptop. Mercy and me just listened to the crickets chirping, the lake waves crashing, and the leaves rustling in the wind until we fell asleep.

The next morning we went back to Lima and went our separate ways.


A/N: I have to offer a little explanation for the new story I just started posting today. It's called Chillin' and it started out when I actually wrote out the dialogue to Tina and Mike's Truth or Dare game with Samcedes.

It was really fun to write, but it took a turn for the really raunchy (which, admittedly, is natural when you're talking about teen couples drinking and playing Truth or Dare). Regardless of how realistic the scene was, it didn't actually fit in with the sweet story I'm trying to tell here. So I'm turning it into an offshoot.

I love the Mariposafria's "Between the Scenes: The Road To Samcedes" story, and this is kind of my way of doing the same thing.

I hope you guys like it, I am publishing the first two chapters at the same time (since they will coincide with the chapters I am posting from this story). If even three or four people seem to like it, then I will let it run its summer-long course.

Enjoy!