DISCLAIMER: Yes I own Glee. I just like to post my stories on here instead of telling them to the other Glee writers...
I forgot to put a song disclaimer in the last chapter, but I think you all know that I don't own Beyoncé's music :)
A/N: So I hear Chord is staying? YAY SAMCEDES. THE SAMCEDES BELLS ARE RINGING WOOOO!
SAMCEDES WILL LIVE ON IN SEASON 3 YAYYYYYYY.
By the way, Puck doesn't actually fancy Kurt in this fic. They just flirt a bit. I'd love a Puckurt friendship. BUT I SHIP KLAINE!
ENJOY THIS CHAPTER! - The first of two parts.
Me & Mrs. Jones
Chapter Nine – Part 1
The Glee Club were seated in a circle on Kurt's cream carpet. The music was now off, every person had an untouched bottle of beer in their hands and they were eagerly awaiting the game of 'Never Have I Ever'.
Sam sat opposite Mercedes and gave her a happy smile when she glanced his way. They hadn't spoken to each other since the sleepover had started, but they both knew that by the morning, all of their friends would know about their relationship.
"'Kay lips, you start us off." Santana was sitting legs stretched outwards onto Puck, and leaning her head backwards onto Brittany's lap with a bored expression on her face.
Sam was going to snap at her, when he saw the rest of his friends' faces, urging him to start.
"Urgh. Fine, never have I ever..." Sam racked his brain. "Done it on a kitchen counter."
He looked around as he saw Puck, Santana, Brittany, Tina and Mike take a swig of their beers and put 1 of their 10 fingers down.
It was going to be an interesting night.
The New Directions (and Blaine) had been playing the game for over an hour and the scores were as follows:
Puck – 2 drinks left. Is there anything or anyone he hasn't done?
Lauren – 5 drinks left.
Brittany – 4 drinks left.
Santana – 3 drinks left.
Kurt - drinks left. That is surprising...
Rachel - drinks left. And that is NOT surprising...
Blaine – 7 drinks left.
Mercedes - 7 drinks left.
Tina – 7 drinks left.
Mike – 8 drinks left.
Sam – 6 drinks left.
Quinn – 6 drinks left.
Artie – 5 drinks left.
Finn – 6 drinks left.
"Ok, so... Woh... 'Kay. I'd like to do one!" Rachel called out, who was more than a little bit tipsy from two swigs of beer. "I've never never ever never had detention!"
The group moaned.
"You're such a bore Berry!" Lauren shouted at her, while everyone else took a sip apart from Blaine.
"Well I'm sorry that I'm not as sexually promiscuous as you guys! My mind doesn't think about those things." Rachel blushed a little and let Mike take his turn.
"Okay dudes, let's shake this up!" Mike giggled drunkenly. "Never have I ever kissed a guy!"
The New Directions, who were now all sprawled out on the floor instead of a neat circle gave Mike a questioning glance, to which he just shrugged off.
"No one asked it yet!"
Blaine and Kurt took a really long drink of their beers, as did all of the Glee girls. And surprisingly so did Puck.
Puck then turned his glance to Finn and pointed his finger.
"Hey! Lanky McJizzTooSoon! Take. A. Sip."
Finn blushed an embarrassed shade of red as he realised Puck was pointing at him and he quickly drank his beer.
"Wow Finnessa, you better explain this one!" Santana, along with the rest of the club were clutching their sides and rolling about laughing.
"Shut up." Finn mumbled. "It was a dare..."
"Yeah... And Finn was really bad anyway. I don't want to think about it again." Puck smirked. "Wow, you guys really are losers." Puck continued. "I win! 10 fingers down! I guess I really am a badass." He flexed his biceps and then sent a sly wink to Kurt, causing Kurt to blush, and Blaine to shift closer to Kurt, pulling his arms around his boyfriend.
"I'm tired now." Brittany complained "Let's watch a movie!"
As the group of teens situated in front of Kurt's flat screen TV, Kurt asked a favour of Sam.
"Hey Sam" Kurt almost tripped over the blonde, only to be caught in the arms of a certain boy with a mohawk. The two boys stood in the embrace for no more than a second before Puck let go of the smaller boy with a snicker and Kurt tumbled onto Sam anyway.
"Brute" Kurt muttered, although Sam could see the smile twitching at the sides of his mouth.
Sam helped the boy off of him as they both stood up. He noticed Mercedes lying on Kurt's bed saying "Hell no" to all of Brittany's DVD suggestions. At that moment she lifted her head to see Sam with Kurt. She raised an eyebrow smirking.
'Get in there white boy!' The girl mouthed, winking at her boyfriend.
'Fuck off. Love you.' Sam mouthed back poking his tongue out, before Kurt started talking again.
"Sammy can you do me a favour and fetch some popcorn from the bathroom... k-kitchen" Kurt shook his head at his mistake and batted his long brown eyelashes, trying hard to balance, standing straight. "You see, I'm a little, very drunk and I very nearly might not make it up the stairs."
Sam laughed at the drunken boy in front of him, who was also giggling by then.
"Sure thing Kurt" he tapped the younger boys' nose, causing Kurt to wobble a little, and Sam dashed up the stairs to the kitchen as everyone settled down in the dark to watch a film.
Sam was piling the popcorn he just made into 4 large glass bowls, when Quinn walked in.
"We're not even that hungry." Quinn smiled, slurring her words a bit and indicating to the four bowls.
Sam smiled back, at least Quinn was a little bit more sober as she wasn't the 'Angry Girl Drunk' she had been earlier.
Quinn moved closer to the kitchen counter and started helping Sam with the popcorn.
"You shouldn't tell anyone about your relationship Sam. They'll only hate you." Quinn whispered.
Sam looked at her confused by her sudden speech.
"Quinn you're drunk" he said plainly.
"No!" Quinn shrieked sarcastically and then giggled. "I'm not drunk, but I may be drunk." She looked Sam dead in the eye with a dopey smile that belonged on Finn's face.
"Err, okay... let's... Let's go with that." Sam smiled unsurely and began to pick up the popcorn bowls.
Quinn's face quickly turned to anger as she realised that Sam was humouring her.
"Listen lips" Quinn followed Sam as he left the kitchen heading for the basement. "You aren't going to tell the Glee Club about Mercedes and yourself, and you know how I know that?"
Sam sighed and stopped before the basement door, turning to face her.
"No Quinn, how do you know?"
"Because I'm going to tell them first!"
"And what could you possibly gain from that?" Sam was beginning to get mad.
"I tell everyone about how deeply this secret has been affecting me and then I break down into tears. Everyone will feel so sorry for me, so they'll completely object to your relationship with 'Cedes. You'll have to break up with her and come running back to me!"
"WHY DO YOU EVEN WANT ME?" Sam yelled at the girl in front of him.
"I don't." Quinn replied simply smirking. "But I can't win Prom Queen this year, without you on my arm. Don't get me wrong, I like Mercedes, but you and I are so much more likely to win. Together."
"You're deluded. This is MY secret Quinn!" Sam's knuckles clenched as he got angrier, clutching onto the bowls in his hands.
"Not everything is about you Sam" Quinn shrugged and rolled her eyes.
Is she for real!
"And as for them caring about you that much! It's more likely that Finn will get a dance solo at Nationals next year!"
"Let's just see shall we?" Quinn flicked her blonde locks (which had grown surprisingly fast over the summer) into Sam's face, opened the basement door and bounced down the stairs, leaving Sam standing in awe.
Something bad was going to happen. And that something bad, was called Quinn Fabray.
