First, I'd like to apologize for this being so long. I got a bit carried away with the prompt but I hope it's worth the read.

Second, I made it back safe from vacation!

Third, enjoy! and remember to review and keep sending in those prompts/requests.

This one-shot features: enemy samcedes, sex, scrabble, and rain.


If he had to hear that fucking laugh again he was going to rip his own ears off. Just tug and tug and tug until his flesh gave and he would be too busy bleeding profusely to hear that grating giggle ever again.

"Tana, you are crazy!" she yelled, finally calming her laughing fit.

They were only ten minutes into their shared glee class and he was already balling his fists, steadying himself, in order to resist the urge to tell her just how much he hated everything that she chose to be.

A poke in the ribs from Puck, who sat combing his fingers idly through the thick landing strip of hair in the center of his head, brought him out of his normally scheduled 'let's remember just how much we hate Mercedes Jones' thought time.

"Stare a little harder, man. I think you could put a hole through her if you really wanted to."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Mercedes who seemed to be paying him no attention as she busied herself with yet another conversation. Does she ever shut up? "I don't know what you're talking about," Sam replied still not taking his eyes off her.

"Dude! You're doing it now. You're always staring at her," Puck commented with a suggestive eyebrow raise.

"Trust me, it's not for the reasons you think."

"Please enlighten me."

"She annoys me, I don't like the girl."

"We're talking about Momma, right? How does she annoy you?"

"Does it matter? I just don't like her." He finally pried his eyes away to look at Puck who wore a grin so wide Sam began to feel uncomfortable.

"Seriously, man, what is there not to like? She's smart, funny, sweet yet she doesn't take any shit, which I personally enjoy by the way, and look at her, she's got that adorably sexy thing going on. Those eyes and lips of hers, and don't even get me started on that ass and those hips of hers. Hey, that kind of rhymed. Maybe I should be a -"

"No, no you shouldn't."

"Whatever. All I'm saying is that maybe you should give Mercedes another look. You might like what you see."

"I highly doubt that."


Normally, Mercedes didn't mind staying after school. In fact, she enjoyed any time that kept her from having to go home to an empty house when her parents were out of town. They were in Atlanta this week at another Dentistry convention and she was left home alone with her brother Troy popping in and out during his break from school. She also didn't mind devoting all the time she could to one of her passions. So, when Mr. Schue suggested that the class stay after school to decide on a song for a special school performance and get in a little extra practice, Mercedes was glad to do so.

The glee club teacher seemed to be the only one with a little pep in his step as the hours ticked by and the number of glee club members dwindled down to no one other than Mercedes, a somewhat sleeping Brittany nodding against her shoulder, Rachel, and Finn by default, Kurt, and Sam who hadn't stopped tapping his foot against the back of her chair since he sat down behind her.

She wanted to smack some sense into the blond jock that hadn't had a single nice thing to say to her since the two exchanged their first hellos. Mercedes was sure Sam went out of his way to be a pain in her ass and if he wasn't careful she would be forced to take the boy to the carpet.

"Can you please stop?" she hissed, trying not to roust Brittany. Rachel was still demanding something else of Mr. Schue, which gave everyone else a few minutes to themselves.

Sam pulled his foot back, examining it and the bottom of her chair before glaring up at Mercedes. "I'll do as I damn well please. Feel free not to talk to me."

What the fuck did he just say? The "fuck you" was more than ready to leave her mouth but it didn't make it out as Kurt slipped into the vacant seat beside her and disrupted the near altercation.

"Mercy, I'm going to head out. I know you wanted to outlast Rachel but I can't tonight. Blaine and I are going to -"

"Say no more," she shrugged dismissing his excuse. "I'll just get Troy to pick me up since he's on break this week. You should take this one home though; I think she's about had it."

He eyed Brittany, who failed once again to keep her eyes open. "Can you help me get her to the car?"

"No problem."

The two helped Brittany from her chair and after a quick stop at Kurt's locker, they helped the blond cheerleader into the front seat of Kurt's car.

"So did I step in just in time to stop you from kicking Sam's butt or what?" Kurt questioned, shutting the car door once he'd buckled Brittany in.

Mercedes rolled her eyes and sighed, "You don't even know the half of it, Kurt. I can't stand that damn boy. I swear, he just irks the living shit out of me."

Mercedes was already incensed at just the thought of the alleged jerk. Kurt shook his head and commented quietly, "Just fuck and get it over with."

"What?" she said, shaking out of her Sam-related seething session.

"Nothing honey, just try not to kill him when you go back in there."

"I make no promises, love."

"Please be good. We are still going shopping this weekend in Columbus and I need you not to be in jail."

"I'll try, but maybe someone should tell Sam to stop being such an asshole."

"One day at a time. Just make it through tonight, okay?"

"Fine," she huffed.

"That's my girl. I'll buy you something special on Saturday." He left her with a kiss on the cheek and a reassuring squeeze of her hand.

She counted backwards from ten as she reentered the building but when Mercedes reached the classroom, she was relieved to notice that Sam had already left. Not so pleased to find that everyone else seemed to be on their way out as well. Rachel and Finn walking past her arguing about something she didn't quite catch and Mr. Schue handing her a sheet of music for the song, that was apparently decided on in her few minutes of absence, and wishing her a good night.

She grabbed her bag from the choir room and made a stop at her locker, lingering over the items, then beginning to fume when she finally noticed the lyrics Mr. Schue had handed her. Of course she didn't have too prominent of a part, of course not, she wasn't Rachel. What caught her attention, and sparked her annoyance, was the sight of her and Sam's names scrawled together and joined with a thin plus sign over the bridge of the song.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she sighed, throwing her head back. Shoving everything else she needed for the night into her book bag, she trudged to the exit and to a bench in front of the school where she plopped down and begun her indeterminate wait for her older brother. She read over a few old texts on her cell phone including one from Kurt reminding her that she should try and not kill Sam tonight. The text made her giggle, covering her face as she did so and looking a bit crazy as she sat on the bench alone.

The time passed slowly but soon Mercedes noticed that she had been waiting for a full half hour. She called her brother three times before he answered. When he did, she heard the whine of an obviously putout female voice in the background.

"Seriously, Troy you said you were coming to get me!" she screeched into the receiver, knowing too well what her brother was up to.

"I'm sorry, Merce. I got a little tied up. Just give me like another twenty minutes."

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't need you. You know my car is in the shop, right? How can you be so inconsiderate?"

"I said I was sorry, damn. You've already been at school all night, Merce just wait a little longer."

She scoffed, "So you know, don't expect me to keep quiet about that D you got on your last quiz in your anatomy class. No more favors for you, jerk."

"Don't be that way Merce -"

"Goodbye Troy." She ended the call and searched frantically through her phone for anyone else she could call for a ride, trying to ignore the tears gathering in her eyes or the infrequent raindrops beginning to fall around her.


She looked upset. Sam spent enough time staring at Mercedes to know when something was getting on her nerves. The toothy smile that usually inhabited her face was distinctly gone as she sat on a bench outside of school. He remembered her giving up her ride home from Kurt and she was probably waiting on whoever Troy was. He hadn't seen any of their other friends on his way out of the building and the empty parking lot showed the same signs of desertion as the hallways.

He didn't know why but he began walking in her direction. Was that a tear on her cheek? Something in him wanted to reach over, cup her plump cheek and swipe the tear away gently with his thumb. The thought stopped him in his tracks, forcing him to shove his hands into his pockets just in case he couldn't control the mysterious urge. His hands clenched inside of his jeans as he walked up beside her and he had to still yet another urge to touch her, to swipe the thick curtain of hair over her shoulder and wrap an arm around her. No. He couldn't do that.

He settled for something less intimate. "Would you like a ride?" he asked after summoning the courage a deep breath brought. She jumped at the sound of his voice and looked up to acknowledge him, looking away again quickly as she swiped the lone tear from her face.

"Why?" she asked stiffly, not bothering to look in his direction again.

What a bitch. "Because it's starting to rain and I'm trying to do something nice." He had only been talking to her for a few seconds yet he was already losing patience with the short girl.

He didn't expect the dry laugh that came out of her, "That's a good one. What are you going to do, leave me by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere?"

Stepping in front of her, blocking her view of whatever she was staring at in order to not look at him he asked, "Why would I do that? What kind of person do you think I am?"

Through a roll of her eyes, he finally caught her stare. "That's a great question actually. I guess you're not as dumb as you look."

"Fuck you," he spat, still staring deeply into her brown eyes. He was starting to get wet from the increasing amount of rain but didn't care enough to leave.

"I don't even have to prove my point now because you just did. Why would you offer me a ride or anything else? What do you get out of doing something nice for me? You hate me."

He backed off slightly, averting his eyes, "I never actually said that to you."

"I can feel it, Sam. You're always glowering at me like you're trying to light me on fire with your mind."

"Isn't the feeling mutual?"

"You're not exactly my favorite person but I don't know you well enough to hate you."

"Right. Just well enough to never include me in anything you do. Well enough to think I'm stupid or to ignore me unless you've got some snarky comment."

"I don't exactly see you singing my praises for anything ever. Also, if you ask anyone, I don't turn people away but I'm not rolling out the red carpet for you to sit with me at lunch or hang out with me. I don't have time for that."

"You don't have time to be nice to someone who is still kind of new and trying to find his place?"

"You found a place in Santana," she whispered, shifting her glare to her black boots. A roar of thunder was right on time behind her biting words.

"What?"

"You heard me." She looked up at him again, a scowl forming. "We're in different places popularity-wise, Evans. You don't need me to make you feel welcome, especially not when you've got Cheerio ass being thrown at you left and right."

"Who says I want any of it?" The question came out louder than he intended but for a reason he couldn't comprehend, he felt the need to defend himself in front of Mercedes. "Who says I want to be around any of those people more than I have to?" She didn't respond, only crossed her arms across her chest and clenched her jaw. "Look, do you want the fucking ride or not? Because I don't have to stand here and get soaked for you."

"Fine. Let's get this over with already." She shot up from the bench and followed him to his truck. The gentleman in him forced him to open the passenger door as she reached for the handle, causing their hands to touch and a sudden shock to go through Sam's body. He blamed the spark on friction and tried not to notice the abrupt fluttering of Mercedes' eyelashes as she pulled her hand from the door and cradled it in the other. Did she feel that too? He quickly shook it off as he watched Mercedes toss her bag into the front seat and try and fail to lift herself in behind it. He covered his face to hide the smirk that came as he watched her.

After another failed attempt, she turned to face him with her hands on her hips, "You're really just going to stand there and watch me struggle?"

"I'm sorry, it's kind of cute. You're so damn little."

"It's kind of what?"

"Nothing. Here, let me help you."

She turned back around and he placed his hands on her sides. Her breath hitched and he felt that shock again, he felt his entire body covered in prickles and when Mercedes settled herself, he saw the confused look on her face. Whatever it was, he didn't want to talk about it. He closed the door behind her and hopped into the driver's seat, immediately switching on the radio, lights, and windshield wipers in a few quick movements.

The directions to her home were simple enough and she managed to give them without saying something mean. After a few commercials, the music kicked back in and the sounds of Pistol Annie's "Hell on Heels" filled the car, quickly joined by Mercedes sweet, low voice. He reached a stop light and was finally able to watch her other than just glancing at her peripherally.

"He made me pretty, he made me smart, and I'm gonna break me a million hearts," she sang, staring out the window at the storm in front of them. She blinked rapidly at a flash of lighting but kept singing. "I'm hell on heels, baby I'm coming for you." She turned to him at the last part, smiling and hiding her face when she realized he'd been watching her.

"You like country?" he asked in disbelief.

She shrugged, "Music is music really. I have my favorites but I don't discriminate against anything just because it's in a certain genre."

"That's good of you - very open-minded."

They didn't talk for the rest of the ride but the lack of conversation wasn't uncomfortable as Sam always imagined it would be if he ever had to spend any time alone with Mercedes. He could actually say he enjoyed the time with her where he got the pleasure of listening to her softly sing song after song of Top 40 country hits.


Mercedes wasn't sure how she felt about Sam staring at her while she sang. She was used to signing in front of people but it was rare that she had an audience of one and especially not one that seemed so captivated by her. Her seatbelt only allowed for so much squirming in her seat so she settled for looking anywhere but at the green eyes that could be watching her every time the car came to a stop. A strange feeling of warmth washed over her whenever she looked into Sam's eyes. Normally, she had to look away after a few moments, unable to take the intensity. She blamed it on her hatred for the guy and had no desire to take the time to dissect the feeling any further. A sigh of relief left her as Sam turned onto her street and pulled into her family's empty driveway soon after.

Sam let out a low whistle, "Shit, your house is huge."

"And very fucking dark," she said, peering through the sheets of rain. There was normally light somewhere in the house, they always left a lamp on in the living room and another one upstairs to make sure the house never looked uninhabited.

"Everything okay?" Why does he care?

"I don't know. Hell, the whole block looks dark. I wonder if there was a blackout." Another rumble of thunder and show of lighting answered her question. "Fuck me."

"You want me to go in with you?"

"And do what?"

He turned off the car, "Just stay until the lights come on."

"You're not exactly my idea of perfect company but -"

"But?"

She sighed, pushing her pride aside for the moment, "I kind of have a thing with darkness. If my parents were home I'd be okay but they're out of town, again."

"Do they go a lot?"

"More than most parents do, I suppose. It's nice to have a little alone time but there are only so many dinners I can have by myself before I lose my mind."

"Maybe we don't like each other Mercedes but I can't see a fucking thing to drive home right now and you don't wanna be alone-"

"I didn't say that."

"You don't have to. All I'm saying is we could do each other a small favor tonight. I don't have to wreck my car in this shitstorm and you don't have to eat dinner alone in your pitch dark place."

"Fine." She returned the smile he offered, glad to have company for a few hours.

"Step one, let's get out of the car." He unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her book bag from the floor, tossing it over his shoulder. "Count of three?" She nodded, her smile widening. "One, two, three!" They both leapt from the car and ran the short distance to her front door. Mercedes patted her pockets before remembering that her keys were in her book bag. She let out a chuckle as she turned a soaking-wet Sam around to retrieve her keys from her bag.

"What's step two?" she asked, locking the door behind them once they entered her home. She slipped out of her boots and Sam did the same laying his black converse next to where she sat her shoes near the door.

"Do you guys have any candles?"

"Yeah, there are some in the living room I think, the den, and a few upstairs."

"Take me to whichever ones are closest."

"The den." She pulled out her cell phone and used it to illuminate the way down the hallway that led to their family room. She didn't mind that Sam grabbed her hand, attempting to follow her steps exactly so as not to bump into anything but she did mind the heat his touch sent through her body. He seemed to somehow be just as overheated as she was despite the cool house and their drenched bodies.

When they reached the den, she walked them over to a large entertainment center that spanned across most of the wall and held the Jones family's impressive DVD, CD, and even VHS collection. Sliding open a large wooden panel, she reached up to grab the candles she knew were kept in case of an emergency.

"Uh, Sam?" she said, dropping from her tiptoes.

"Yeah?" he rumbled, the light on her phone went out while she prodded inside of the cabinet and she hadn't realized how close he was.

"I need you - um - I - uh - need your help. I can't reach." Why am I so damn flustered all of a sudden?

He chuckled, "You are so totally pocket-sized, Jones. Are your parents super short too?"

"My dad is actually like 5'11 but my mom is only 5'2. I'm lucky I got to be as tall as I did."

Laughing again, he moved closer, resting a hand on her hip and not giving her the chance to move as he pressed against her. His hand lingered on her side and she wondered if it was on purpose. She felt the spark that went through her body when he touched her again, the same jolt that shocked her when they both reached for the handle on the car door.

He was close enough to smell her perfume, to fully take in and appreciate her sweet aroma. Something about Mercedes was tempting him and he found it harder to resist as they lit the candles and she led him upstairs. Again, he reached for her hand, getting used to the shiver it sent through him when he wrapped his fingers around her small ones. She led him down a hall and up a few more steps until they reached a purple door decorated only with her name written across it in a golden-hued script. She opened the door and Sam was less than surprised at what he saw. A queen-sized canopy bed with purple and white sheets with gold accent pillows arranged just so took up most of the room. Across from the bed was a storage bench with a gaggle of stuffed animals sitting on top of it and a framed picture of what appeared to be Mercedes and her immediate family hanging above it. She looked just like her mother, short and thick with a sweet smile and dark hair. Her brother looked like a bit of a goofball but her dad had enough seriousness for the four of them. Sam shuddered at ever having to meet the man and brushed away the thought quickly. We're not even friends.

The rest of the spotless room held various knickknacks and accoutrement that all reminded him of Mercedes. Framed and signed posters of Beyoncé and Whitney Houston hung side by side near a flat screen TV and comfortable-looking black couch with more pillows. Two big windows on either side of the bed draped with gold curtains and two purple doors one probably leading to a closet and the other a bathroom, completed the room Sam didn't find himself feeling uncomfortable in.

"I hope you don't mind coming up here, I just hate being downstairs, it always feels so empty down there when it's dark."

"It's no problem." She sat her candle on a large cream-colored dresser and began to go through one of the drawers. All of her clothing was neatly organized, folded into stacks by color and she quickly went through and pulled out two items of clothing that she tossed onto her bed.

She moved toward the door, taking his candle, "I'll be right back. I'm going to grab something for you to change into."

"You don't have to do that."

"Yeah, I do. You're not sitting on my couch all wet, Evans. I'll get you something of my brother's and you can keep it because he's a jackass."

He smiled, combing a hand through his wet hair and taking in the rest of her room. He noticed the pictures on her dresser. A framed shot of the glee club; one with Mercedes and a very pregnant Quinn, their hands forming a heart over the blond girl's tummy; one of her, Tina, and Kurt in a line, each messing around in the other's hair; one of her wrapped around Artie and applying a kiss to his cheek as the bespectacled guy beamed wildly; there was even one of her and Puck where she wore a Cheerio uniform and a blinding smile and Puck looked just as happy with his arms wrapped around her middle lovingly as he kissed the side of her neck. His favorite photo was of her and what looked like her brother during a Halloween that probably wasn't too long ago. She wore a full bunny costume complete with a bushy tail and alert ears while her brother opted for a Spiderman suit. He had to smile at how adorable she looked, how happy she looked. He wanted to see more of the Mercedes he saw in these photos and not the often glaring, temperamental one who seemed to get along with everyone but him.

"Oh God, please don't look at those," she panicked, pulling the photo from his hands and setting it face down on the dresser.

"Why not? They're pretty darn cute," he grinned, taking the clothes she shoved at him.

"There is that word again. You do not think I am cute Sam Evans. Now go change before I have to hide my things from you. There are towels in the cabinet and you can put your clothes in here." She ushered him toward a purple door handing back his candle and a plastic grocery bag for his wet stuff and closing the door behind him. Her bathroom matched her room with white fixtures accented with golden handles here and there and a purple rug, shower curtain, and toilet seat cover. He hadn't noticed he was smiling the entire time he changed until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above her sink. Never could he have expected himself to be wearing one of Mercedes' brother's Ohio State t-shirts and shorts, while in her bathroom, and actually in a great mood while he did so. He shrugged off the feeling of glee and went back out to her room, joining her on the couch and sitting his candle on the coffee table where she was busy setting up a game of Scrabble for the two of them to play. She had pulled her wet hair back into a loose bun and changed into a black V-neck top and a pair of gray shorts that kept Sam staring at her chocolate thighs. I bet she's so damn soft.

"What if I wanted to play something different?" he sassed as she handed him the bag of letters.

"You took too long so I just decided for us. If you hate it we can play something else."

"I don't hate it, it's just kind of a tough game when you're dyslexic," he looked away, half expecting her to laugh at his admission.

"Oh," she gasped softly. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know - " she stuttered, obviously flustered.

He smiled tenderly, "You couldn't have, it's not something I shout from the rooftops." She nodded and he wanted to nip the thick bottom lip poking out from the embarrassed pout she wore. "We can still play; you just have to go easy on me."

"Are you sure? We have Monopoly, Life, Sorry, Trouble, Pictionary, Apples to Apples, UNO, Candy Land, Chutes and Ladders, Clue -"

"It's fine, Mercedes. You can keep score though and I get to go first."

"Okay."

Mercedes was beyond kind and understanding as the two played. She ditched her normal rule of using a timer for each person's turn and waited patiently as Sam figured out each of his moves. The rain continued outside, intermittently marked with booms of thunder and flashes of lighting that lit up Mercedes' whole room. He didn't care how long he'd have to wait before the storm lightened up enough for him to home, but he hoped the rain wouldn't stop its heavy falling any time soon.

Their game ended when each of them ran out of letters and Sam was pleased to find that he only lost to Mercedes by twenty points. He congratulated himself with a celebratory fist pump and for the first time, he didn't shutter when she giggled at his actions. That laugh was for him, because of him, and Sam liked the feeling.


Mercedes wanted to thank Sam for staying with her for the evening, for not making her sit in her dark house alone, huddled under her covers and praying for any one of her family members to return. She hated darkness, it always made her think of all the things in life that could go wrong, that had gone wrong, and by the time she found light again she'd be depressed and lonelier than she ever thought possible. Instead of a verbal thank you, she offered to make Sam something to eat, an offer he gratefully accepted as the two made their way to the kitchen. She grabbed his hand this time, no longer worried about any possible meaning behind the gesture, it just felt right and she chose not to question it.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were all Mercedes could offer, seeing as she couldn't use the microwave to heat any of the prepared meals her mother had left for her and her brother for the week. They stood at the kitchen counter eating and talking about school. Sam shared a few interesting football team stories and Mercedes gushed about an exciting upcoming project in her English class where she'd get the opportunity to study graphic literature. Sam was happy to recommend some of his favorite graphic novels and she thanked him for his help.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Mercedes eyes bugged when she realized she'd been caught staring at him. She was trying to decide whether she should wipe the adorable smudge of peanut butter from the side of his face.

"Um, yeah. You've got something here," she pointed to his face and the area where the offending glob sat. She brushed his hand away when he went for the wrong side of his face, rubbing his skin and coming up with nothing. Using her thumb, she wiped the peanut butter away, instinctively biting her bottom lip as she did so, and couldn't pull her hand back fast enough before Sam gently grabbed her wrist and sucked her thumb into his mouth, removing the peanut butter in one swipe and offering her hand back. Shit, that was hot.

A cool shower would definitely be in order once Sam left her home but for now, she was stuck with him and had to quell every impulse she had to give in to whatever voice in the back of her head was nagging her to straddle Sam and show him just how alright she could be.

"Mercedes?"

"Huh?" she was staring at him again, this time as the two sat back on the couch in her room talking about something she didn't remember.

"You just looked like you spaced out there. Are you sure you're okay?" He placed a hand over hers and she nodded, pushing down the nervousness welling up within her.

"I'm fine." No I'm not, Sam. I kind of want to jump your bones right now and I don't know why.

The conversation was light, fun even. The two were not short on topics of discussion and actually found out they had more in common than they once thought.

"Just imagine," Sam said, lifting to stretch and allowing his arm to settle on the back of the couch behind Mercedes' head, "We could have been friends all this time instead of hating one another."

"I know, right?" she laughed, gripping his knee. "The dork and the diva. We could have made a great team."

"The sexy dork and the cute diva," he corrected.

"You have to stop with that word," she looked down at the pillow in her lap, beginning to play with the fringes around the edge of it, "You don't think I'm cute," she said almost silently.

"Why don't I? Do people not tell you that?"

"Actually, I kind of hear it all the time."

"So why can't I say it?"

"I don't know, it just feels kind of weird coming from you." His smirk was infectious and she rolled her eyes playfully, admitting, "I'm fine with being called cute. Though, I do wish that someone would throw around the word 'sexy' a time or two. That couldn't hurt."

"You are sexy," he said seriously.

"Stop."

"Why? You are. People tell me I'm sexy all the time but I'd love for someone to hear me speak Na'vi or hear one of my lame jokes and tell me I'm cute." The candlelight flickering across his face allowed Mercedes to see the slight frown he wore, "I'd give anything for that."

"You are cute," she offered, leaning in closer and tightening the grip on their held hands.

"Stop."

"Seriously," she leaned closer, tugging Sam's hand until he looked at her, "I never thought I'd admit this, but that was the first thing I thought about you when you joined Glee club. You remember Sam I Am? That was fricken adorable. And just a moment ago I was reminded of how cute you can be when you had that peanut butter on your face." She moved a few locks of his short hair from his forehead and gently drug her hand along the side of his face to touch the spot on his cheek her thumb wiped earlier. He leaned into her touch, wrapping his fingers around her other wrist and pulling her until he got her nestled between his legs. She didn't even think to struggle, feeling more than comfortable leaning against Sam's strong chest as he arms wrapped his arms around her middle. Yep, she was totally comfortable except for the throbbing that began between her thighs as he grazed his hand up her open legs, tickling her inner thighs with his light touches. Oh, shit.

He placed a gentle kiss to the spot just beneath her ear lobe and she felt her heart rate quicken. The feeling of Sam's warm breath against the back of her neck already had her coming undone and she didn't even know if he was planning to go beyond a few light touches.

"And I remembered how sexy you are the moment you put those shorts on," he rasped, licking the shell of her ear and running his hand up her thigh and beneath the bit of fabric she called shorts. She put a hand over his, stilling his moments and allowing herself to think for a moment. It took less than that to decide that she wanted whatever was going to happen between the two of them to happen, figuring it to be another necessary step in the process of relieving the tension between the two of them. She turned to face him, capturing his lips in a short sweet kiss. His smirk was as present as ever but this time it was combined with a dark look in his normally bright eyes. It drew her in, drew her mouth to his again in a series of measured, passionate kisses.

Taking a breath, Mercedes pulled Sam's hands away and lifted from the couch, sitting back down on top of him, straddling his lap. She was barely in place before he pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers in an igniting kiss. They kept their hands in check at first, she only allowing hers to run through his blond locks and play with the hair at the nape of his neck and he only pulling out her hair tie and threading his fingers through the sheet of black hair that fell around her shoulders.


Sam was quickly losing himself in Mercedes. He had only wanted to kiss her, to suppress any of the doubtful thoughts she had about herself but mostly to thank her for being so kind to him when she certainly didn't have to. She offered him a place to spend the evening, dry clothes, a meal, and plenty of wonderful conversation. As he nibbled on the lips he'd been wanting to taste all night, he realized the kiss had quickly gone from thankful to lustful in a minute. He parted his lips to speak, to ask her if she wanted to go further but when she slid her tongue into his mouth and used it to massage his own, he decided to allow her to show him exactly what she wanted.

His hands could play nice no longer and he didn't try and stop them from sliding down her body and bringing them to rest on her ass. She squealed when he smacked her bottom and thrust up allowing her to feel the growing erection in his lap.

"Sam," she moaned into his mouth, her breathing short and ragged from their intense kisses. When she pulled away from him, to pepper hot kisses down his neck and rake her nails against the front of his shirt, he took the opportunity to lift them from the couch and carry them over to her bed. He lay her down on her back, tossing aside some of the pillows before he climbed on top of her and resumed kissing her swollen mouth. How can she taste so damn good?

Pulling away, he stared into her dark, wanton eyes, "I want to do you another favor tonight, Mercedes. You don't have to return it but I want to do it for you."

"What's that?"

"Let me show you."

He leaned down, placing a lingering kiss on her lips before beginning a trail of kisses that became deeper as he moved down her body. A kiss on her bottom lip, her chin, her Adam's apple, her collarbone, on every piece of uncovered skin on her belly that was revealed as he slowly lifted her t-shirt up and off. He groaned at the sight of her breasts nearly bursting from the bra that struggled to contain them. Undoing the front clasp, he cursed under his breath before bending to apply soft, slow kisses to her skin, looking up at her while he licked around each of her nipples and drawing the taut buds into his mouth, sucking them until she writhed beneath him.

Sam wanted to take his time, to get to know her properly and judging by the rain beating against the windows, he had plenty of time to do just that but Mercedes was moving beneath him, lifting her hips and rubbing her center against his tented shorts, moaning each time their bodies brushed together.

He decided to continue his trail of kisses down her body, stopping only to momentarily look up at her when he reached the band of her shorts. He placed a kiss on the black tie securing them around her waist before undoing it with his teeth. "Sam," she uttered, stopping him from pulling down her shorts after he hooked several fingers into them. "I don't want you to do this just because you feel the need to do me a favor. That just makes it sound like, like -"

Moving back up her body as she spoke, he cut her off by kissing her lips again. He spoke against her mouth, "Mercedes, I'm doing this because I want to, because I want you. Because all this time I've been staring at you don't think it went unnoticed to me that you're fucking hot - gorgeous. I've been meaning to tell you exactly that since I first laid eyes on you Miss Jones and I need that to be clear."

She searched his eyes, probably for sincerity, and he could feel her relax beneath it once she'd found it. "So what happens after tonight?"

"Whatever you want. But I can pretty much promise you that once won't be enough for either of us." Another kiss, deeper, longer. "Do you feel that when I kiss you?" She nodded, licking her lips. "I don't know what it is but I feel it every time we touch and when we kiss it's a thousand times worse, it's like I can't breathe for a minute."

"I know what you mean."

"Do you want me to stop?"

She kissed him this time, allowing her lips to linger against his, "No."

Leaving her with one more kiss, he moved back down her body, repeating his trail and picking up where he'd left off by placing a kiss to her center and rubbing against her with his fingers, searching for her clit and knowing he found it when he heard the loud moan of "Fuuuck," Mercedes let escape. The front of her shorts darkened as her arousal seeped through the fabric and he couldn't wait any longer to taste her, removing her shorts and her underwear in one swoop. He took a moment to take her in, drinking in her velvety form, breasts heaving and red in spots from the marks he'd left. Her breaths were slow and deep, moving her whole body as he reached her pussy, licking his lips as he watched her seeping onto the sheets below. He couldn't let any more of her go to waste and plunged between her legs, gripping her thighs and lapping her center with long, firm strokes.

If Sam would have known how good Mercedes tasted or how much he would love the sound of his name dripping from her lips as he plunged his fingers into her warmth and sucked steadily on her clit flicking the button with his tongue to bring her over the edge, he would have been between her legs sooner. He would have jumped at the opportunity to make peace with her. Knowing what he knew now, he wouldn't have wasted a single second arguing with her and instead he would have put his time to better use by being the cause of the string of curses that left her mouth.

He took the time to watch her as she came, taking note of the way her legs trembled and threatened to snap shut, her hips raised from bed as she continued to ride his fingers, and no words left her mouth just strong pants and clipped moans. His fingers were soaked and he was glad to pull the sticky digits into his mouth and lick them greedily as he stared at her

"I can't even tell you how that was," she admitted, hiding her face beneath her arm.

He pulled her arm away and offered her a finger he hadn't completely cleaned, which she accepted into her mouth right away. "Who are you telling? You are unreal, Jones. Sexiest shit I've ever seen in my life." He pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his lips, the two of them sharing in her essence.

Various bites and nips were exchanged between the two until Mercedes tugged Sam away by his hair, "Fuck me." He nodded, scrambling from the bed to find his bag of clothes and pull a condom out from his wallet. Returning to the bed, he took his shirt off slowly, teasing Mercedes who hummed appreciatively as he revealed his body to her. He was quick to remove his shorts and boxers, smiling smugly at hearing Mercedes gasp when his fully erect member greeted her.

"I don't know about that - it's uh - fuck," she stammered unable to pry her eyes from his cock. She moved to the edge of bed, gently taking his dick into her hand and examining it thoughtfully. Carefully, she licked the head, shrugging at the taste before taking the whole thing into her mouth. He gathered her hair from her face and used his hold on her to guide her movements at first, gripping tighter when she found a rhythm, allowing her mouth to take all she could into her mouth and her hand to massage the rest of his shaft. The grip of her cheeks against him was more than enough for him to come right then and there but he wasn't ready to do so just yet.

"Mercedes," he growled, softly pushing her away. She released him with a pout and he kissed her lips, ushering her back onto the bed with his body as he positioned himself on top of her.


It had been a little while since Mercedes had been with someone and she certainly hadn't expected her next sexual partner to be Sam. But she couldn't fight the attraction she felt for him. Normally, if there was someone she disliked she didn't think of them in that way. However, things were different with Sam. Despite the fact that he tended to get on her very last nerve, she couldn't fight the feeling s of her attraction. Hell, if she were being completely honest, she'd have to fess up to that one time she moaned his name in height of her solo time.

She worried her bottom lip as Sam sheathed himself. Looking up at her, he gave her a lopsided smile and asked if she was ready. She didn't answer right away, taking a deep breath to attempt to find the courage of facing the monster he held between his legs. It was one thing having it in her mouth and though she ached for him in her center, throbbed for him to be inside of her, she was still slightly scared of the prospect of him filling her. There is no way that damn thing is going to fit inside of me.

"It's not your first time is it, Jones?" he teased, balancing himself above her. "I'll go easy on ya."

She narrowed her eyes and pulled Sam to her for a kiss. Taking advantage of his distraction, she flipped the two of them over. "I could ask you the same question." Sam was so obviously baiting her, trying to make her admit that she was somewhat daunted by his girth but she wasn't going to admit that. Not today, not ever.

"You wanna be in charge, huh? Show me what you've got, shortcake." She silenced any of his further smart remarks with a slap to his chest as she lifted herself onto his cock. A silent appeal went through her head and she silently pleaded that she not be split in two as lowered herself onto Sam.

He hissed, grabbing her hips and helping to guide her further downward. "You are so tight, woman."

She let out an exhausted moan when she could go no further and lifted herself back up, feeling empty for a second before sliding slowly back down. Sam helped her along, moving his hands to grip her ass and thrusting his hips upward to meet her and pulling her forward to graze her clit with each thrust. His thrusts became quicker, harder, and she had to lean over, unable to hold herself up with Sam's movements. He flipped them over again, never pulling out of her and continuing to thrust quickly. She grabbed his biceps and he slowed, taking the time to kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts and whisper just how good she felt, how good they felt.

First, she felt it in her stomach, the ripples of pleasure causing the muscles in her abdomen to stiffen. Then she felt it her pussy, her walls clenching the moment Sam reached a hand between them to strum her clit. She came, moaning things she didn't understand as Sam continued to drive into her. Soon after, she felt him coming, the strength of his release causing him to bite down on the flesh around her nipple as his thrusts became less frequent until he stopped moving completely. For a little while, he lay there, wrapping her legs around him to hold the two of them in place and breathing heavily against the spot in the crook of her neck he snuggled into. She didn't mind being so close to him and wished she'd had the opportunity to do it before. His body just seemed like it fit with hers and she couldn't help but whine a little when he decided to remove himself from her. A sweet kiss, calmed her while he disposed of the condom and returned to the bed immediately after. He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms once he was settled. She relaxed against him, grazing her fingers along his clammy chest while he ran his hands through her damp hair.

Sam was first to break the silence, "Why don't you like me?" he asked quietly.

She looked up at him, meeting his eyes in the sparsely lit room, "Honestly?"

"Please."

She took a deep breath, "Well, you're always staring at me like I killed your dog or something, you're always kicking the back of my chair. I've seen you rolling your eyes multiple times whenever I get up to sing and you're just pretty much one of the rudest people I've ever met. You don't respect me, Sam. What reason do I have to like you?"

"I'm sorry," he said looking away. She hadn't meant to make him feel bad but there was no reason for the two of them to be dishonest with one another considering what they had just finished doing.

"So why do you hate me?" she asked.

He let out a huff and ran a hand down his face, "It's stupid."

"My reasons weren't that meaningful, honey. We barely know each other; I'm not expecting anything too deep from you."

"You know firsthand, Miss Jones, that I can go very deep."

She slapped his chest giggling, "Shut up."

"It's your laugh," he stared at her thoughtfully as the smile dropped from her face.

"What about it?"

"The first time I heard you laugh was when Puck told some stupid joke about my hair. Your laugh just kind of haunted me after that. It was like it was telling me that I was never going to fit in with you all. And every time I did or said something dumb I just kept hearing your laugh in my head, mocking me."

It was her turn to feel bad, "I don't even remember the joke," she said regretfully.

He shrugged, "Me neither - just the laugh that followed."

"I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead whispering that she was forgiven and she settled back against him.

After a few beats of silence she spoke again, "Make me laugh."

"What?"

"If we decide that were going to keep doing this I don't want you getting out of the mood just because I have a giggle fit. Make me laugh so we can start associating that with good memories for you."

Sam was quick to oblige her request, pulling out a few impressions and silly knock-knock jokes that had tears gathering in Mercedes' eyes and her stomach sore from laughter.

"I think the rain stopped," she commented not wanting to look out of the window and see if her assumption was true.

"Yeah, I don't think I'm ready to go yet."

"Won't your parents mind you being home so late?"

"Nah, I told them I had to stay after school. I can just text them and tell them I'm staying with a friend tonight."

"So we're friends now?"

"After tonight, we may have to be more than that, but we can call it friends for now. I'm sure you'll be saying something different after round two though."

"Who says you get more?"

"I know you want more, my sexy diva and guess what?"

"What?"

"You can have all you want."

"You are so damn adorkable, Mr. Evans."

"You like it."


Sam still found himself tapping the back of Mercedes' chair the next day in glee club. He didn't even give her time to get settled in her seat before he began the action that he knew would get her attention.

She turned in her chair, eyebrows furrowed at their perceived regression. He gave her a nod, before patting the empty seat next to him and beckoning for her to take it. With a playful roll of her eyes, she got up and joined him in the back row laughing as she spread her leg out to tap against his foot and he wrapped his leg around hers, using it to pull her close enough to settle a hand on her thigh. He let his other arm rest around the back of her chair, discreetly running his fingers across her shoulders, through her hair and along the nape of her neck smiling when he noticed her beginning to shiver.

He leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "I think I forgot my clothes at your house last night."

She didn't turn to look at him as the classroom started to fill up with their friends. Aside from a smirk from Puck and a surprised glance from Kurt no one seemed to pay the two any mind. Mercedes kept her gaze trained forward as she spoke, "Well then, I guess you'll just to come back tonight and get them."

"Your parents still gone?"

"Does it matter?"

He thought about the man in the framed picture in her room, the somewhat burly man with the imposing stance and serious demeanor. Sam shrugged, quickly deciding that ten thousand meetings with the imposing person would be well worth another night with Mercedes.

He shrugged, "Guess not. I'll give you another ride after school, diva."

She finally cracked another smile for him and turned to look at him, "Or I can give you one," she commented with a wink, looking away again as their teacher walked in to start the class.


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