Our Little Secret Chapter 10, a glee fanfic

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee

A/N: Some of the dialogue comes from the episode "A Very Glee Christmas". Hope you guys enjoy! And sorry for any mistakes! It's 1am and I'm exhausted!

Chapter 10

Mercy's POV

Being in New Directions wasn't exactly the best club to be in at this school. This we all knew. It wasn't even a way to go unnoticed. Mike, Tina, and I were just minding our own business, walking to class when all of a sudden three jocks, Azimio, Karofsky and some other Letterman clad idiot, walked up to us throwing Slushies in our faces. I was stunned, less from the shock and more from the chill of the cold beverage sliding down my face and the front of my shirt. It was humiliating, and I guessed it was supposed to be our early Christmas present from the jocks. Azimio had the nerve to say, "Ho ho ho, losers!"

What was worse than the chill of the cold slush was Sam when he saw me still standing there. "Come on, baby, let me get you cleaned up." He was barely holding on to his calm, but when he took me to the boys' bathroom, he lost it. Someone was in there and he told me to wait a second. I waited outside the bathroom door and all I heard was, "Get the fuck out!" The poor boy ran past me and I entered.

"Sam, calm down. It's just a Slushie."

"Who did it?" he demanded.

"Sam –"

"Uh uh, Mercy. Who the fuck did this to you?"

"Azimio –" I didn't even get to finish.

"I'll kill him!" The look in his eyes was deadly. "And they ruined your clothes. Hell no, Mercy. Hell to the fuck no I'm not standing for this!"

"Look, that's the way it's always been, Sam. You've been Slushied, you know. Just don't worry about it, and help me get cleaned up. I have extra clothes and a towel in my locker for occasions like this."

He ran out to grab it and came back in record time. I was so glad nobody walked in to see me just standing in the guys' bathroom. With the towel, he wiped all the Slushie from my face and brushed the rest off of my clothes. It was such a gentle action that greatly contrasted the way his jaw clenched and unclenched over and over.

"Please don't go starting anything," I tried.

"If he didn't start shit, it wouldn't be none! He's been gunnin' for me at practice, and makin' snide comments in the locker room ever since we made it official. Now he's goin' after my girl! I'm not havin' that." Sam lifted my shirt over my head to rid me of the liquid that seeped through. I hated to see him like this and didn't want him starting fights.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Mercy, I can take a few hits for you. I don't mind. He can say what he wants, but that Slushie was personal. Do what you want to me, but you are a different story."

"I don't want you starting fights. What if you get suspended?" I pleaded, placing my hands on either side of his face and pulling him closer for a kiss. I felt Sam relax as my tongue snaked into his mouth. It felt wonderful having someone care so deeply about me this way. As soon as all the tension left Sam and he wrapped his arms around me, the door opened and I froze.

"This bathroom is out of order," Sam said.

"It's Mike."

"And Tina."

"Mercy is changing, so could you wait a minute?"

"Oh, please, I've seen it before." Tina made her way into the bathroom, leading Mike in who was covering his eyes.

Sam helped me change clothes and we told Mike it was okay to look now.

"She tell you what happened?" Sam nodded and Mike continued. "This was personal, because Karofsky got me and I think they hit Tina just to add insult to injury."

"So what are we gonna do about it?" Sam was angry again.

Damn Mike for getting him all fired up again!

"You will do nothing. Looks like that little talk with his mother did nothing. I think I may be able to appeal to Azimio's dad, but you can't be with me. She didn't like that you were with me," I told Sam.

"I know, Merce. I've seen that look before. People ain't no joke in the south. I've seen and heard things you probably won't believe." Sam's southern accent came out heavy just for a second. I was always delighted when he let it slip. His drawl was sexy as hell, but he kept it hidden for some reason.

"Look, baby, I know you want to fight for my honor, but I don't want you hurt. I've seen that beautiful face with a black eye and I don't want to see it again." I caressed his cheek, pleading.

Sam smiled with a glint in his eyes. "You thought it was hot. Remember –"

"Boy, you are not about to put my business out there in front of Tike!" He kissed me once more.

"Aren't they cute, Mike?"

"Yeah, adorable." Mike was still fuming about the Slushie incident.

Tina grabbed his hand and smiled sweetly up at him. "Asian kiss?"

He sighed, seeming to let it go and kissed her.

By the time we all filtered out of the bathroom, it was time for Glee Club. We found a worse for the wear tree that Finn had found in the road, and old or broken ornaments that Santana lifted from the neighbors, who'd left the stuff behind after their mother died. Puck had taken the empty wrapped boxes from a display at the mall. We all sang as we decorated it, but when Mr. Schue came in, I could tell he didn't like it. When he complained, saying that this wasn't what Christmas was supposed to be like, I said, "For us it is. This tree is like a mascot for Glee Club. We won Sectionals two years in a row and according to everyone at the school, we still suck." I told the rest of them about the Triple Slushie me, Mike and Tina received.

"I'm pretty sure they just added food coloring to the real slush from the parking lot," Mike added to make things worse.

"You can eat that, you know?" Lauren tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm not gonna let you guys throw yourself a pity party!" Mr. Schue told us. "I first want to say that things haven't turned out exactly the way I'd like them to this year, but Christmas is all about being grateful for the things that did."

Sam and I exchanged a meaningful glance at his words. Things definitely didn't turn out the way we'd planned, but I'm very thankful that it all happened. Otherwise, I wouldn't have him. He smiled at me, letting me know he too was thinking along the same lines. Puck had to ruin the moment when he said, "I thought that was Thanksgiving."

Mr. Schue ignored him deciding to tell us we would be lending a hand to the Lima homeless children and youth program by going classroom to classroom caroling to raise money. It was official, he was sending us into the shark tank with fresh cuts. Those students would eat us alive, and just as I'd suspected it was a hot mess. Sure, Schuester had no problem, letting me have the lead, sending me out on the front lines to the sharks. My face fell when we heard comments like "you suck", "I'd rather be learning", and "you're making me hate Christmas". The hump that broke the camel's back was the teacher throwing a shoe at us.

Back in the choir room, the usual happened. We complained and were about to give up, but Finn decided for a pep talk. I wasn't feeling it, but whatever. Caroling was forgotten when Brittany mentioned Santa Clause.

When Artie told us the girl still believed in Santa, all I had to say was, "You cannot be serious!"

"Last week, Brittany believed a comb had magic powers," Sam added. "It's kind of a pattern."

"Somebody needs to break the news to her," Lauren said bluntly.

"Uh uh, don't look at me. I mean I'm cruel and all but that's just hardcore." I found it funny that not even Puck was heartless enough to tell our friend Santa didn't exist.

"Right!" Artie agreed. "That's my point. Hear me out. Remember when you were a kid, how excited you would get when you would think about Santa Claus? How awesome it was! Christmas was the highlight of the year." The boy was smiling and it was evident he would do anything for Britt. I just didn't know why he was talking it up so hard. He must've wanted something from us as well. I could already tell this would be the pep talk of a lifetime for something I probably didn't want to do. "Wouldn't you want to keep someone's world magical for a little while longer?"

Mike frowned, taking the bait. "How?"

"I've got it all figured out."

And that is what landed us at the mall in Santa Land, waiting in line to talk to Santa. "Cedes, get up there," Artie smiled. The things I do for my friends. I rolled my eyes, walking toward this stranger.

Sitting in his lap, he wrapped an arm around me, resting his hand on my hip and I saw Sam's eyes concentrating on the man's hand with his fists balled. I tried not to laugh at his overreaction. Staying in character to make Britt believe that I believed, I said, "I want a pony and a doll that laughs and cries…" My train of thought was thrown. "One of us smells like McDonald's." And I knew it wasn't me.

Seeing that I had lost it, Artie told Lauren to take over. As soon as I walked back to join my friends, Sam pulled me to his side, wrapping an arm around me possessively. He kissed me thoroughly and glared at the man in the Santa suit. "Boy, you're something else."

"He needs to know you're taken."

For the most part, we were asking for sort of practical things. The guys were taking it less serious than the girls. Sam ran up and hopped into the man's lap and said he wanted lots of Chapstick. I had to cover my mouth so I wouldn't laugh, but I lost it when it was Mike's turn. "I want Channing Tatum to stop being in stuff."

When Mike walked back by me, I popped him good. "You take that back, Mike Chang! Channing Tatum is one fine specimen of man. I want him to be in everything! You're just mad he has better abs than you!" I stuck my tongue out at him.

Mike wasn't thwarted in the least. He got me back. "How would you know unless you've been checking these babies out?" The boy lifted his shirt, showing off.

Guilty as charged. Mr. Chang had some nice abs, but my boyfriend decided to throw his two cents in then. "Baby, I can give you six reasons right now not to worry about Channing Tatum or Mike." He took my hand, sliding it under his shirt, and I couldn't help running my hand up and down the ridges of his perfectly sculpted abs.

Artie told us all to quit playing around and we all got quiet when it was Britt's turn. None of us were expected this girl to ask for the impossible. She wanted Artie to walk. Immediately, I knew that this whole trip was in vain. When Artie wasn't walking on Christmas day, she would know Santa wasn't real.

It would seem that the boys had gotten together and formulated a plan. They'd talked to Coach B. Sam and the guys were so caring. I guessed if one thing was going right, something had to go wrong. After we'd had presents that Sue had schemed to get from all the teachers, donated to the homeless children and youth center, we came into the choir room to find the tree stripped, ornaments broken, and the gifts stolen. We were devastated, and I was ready to kick some ass. How do you steal from kids who already have nothing? As we cleaned up the mess, no one spoke. We really couldn't believe that Sue, or football players or whoever would hate us so much that they would do this.

Santana had invited me over for a sleepover and Christmas shopping spree that night. I was saying goodbye to Sam in the parking lot. "Mercy, do you really have to go?" He was nuzzling his nose against the side of my neck. "We're going back to Tennessee for Christmas, so I won't even get to see you," he whined.

"Baby, I already told her I would come. I'm sorry. Forgive me?" I gave him a peck. "Please?" I was pulling out the puppy dog face.

"Damn, Mercy, you can talk me outta everything I own when you look at me like that." Sam kissed me again before Santana was dragging me away.

"Come on, Wheezy, before Trouty swallows you whole."

Me, her, Tina and Brittany went shopping. It was fun, but I just couldn't figure out what to get Sam. I wanted to get him something meaningful and unique to us, but I couldn't find anything. The girls agreed to keep a look out for anything dorktastic – Santana's words. When the girl pulled back into her driveway, I noticed other cars. She looked at me nervously. "I invited Q and Berry too. I was feeling generous. Tis the season, right?"

Quinn and I hadn't spoken since she found out about me and Sam, but it was cool. It wasn't like we talked all that much before Sam anyway. When we got out of the car and the other two girls got out of theirs, Quinn's eyebrows rose in surprise. I guess she figured they'd leave me out of this too. I gave a stiff nod in her direction and smiled at Rachel in greeting. We all watched movies and did other stereotypical sleepover things. It was lacking in fun because Quinn barely talked, Rachel was moping, and of course I ignored Quinn like she wasn't even there.

Finally Santana got sick of it. She stood up. "You know, I didn't invite your asses over here to be killjoys! I invited you because after what happened with the presents, I figured we needed it. Instead of sitting our asses in here, we should go out!"

She got mumbles from me, Quinn, and Rachel. I didn't see how going out would help the problem. I think it was Brittany that started singing to sway us.

I'm gonna marry the night
I won't give up on my life
I'm a warrior queen
Live passionately tonight

Tina looked at the girl, following where she was going with it and smiled, taking the next part.

I'm gonna marry the dark
Gonna make love to this dark
I'm a soldier to my own emptiness
I am a winner

The two girls plus Santana started to sing then, dancing around the room, tugging on each one of us to get us to join in.

I'm gonna marry the night
I'm gonna marry the night
I'm gonna marry the night

I'm gonna marry the night
I'm not gonna cry anymore
I'm gonna marry the night
Leave nothing on these streets to explore
M-m-m-Marry m-m-m-marry m-m-m-marry the night
Oh m-m-marry m-m-m-marry m-m-m-marry the night

I was the first one to crack when Santana pulled me up. I laughed at her shaking my head, but started to sing and dance suggestively.

I'm gonna lace up my boots
Throw on some leather and cruise
Down the streets that I love
In my fishnet gloves
I'm a sinner

Quinn actually shook off her sulking and joined us. Surprising us all as she danced and grinned, losing herself in the lyrics.

Then I'll go down to the bar
But I won't cry anymore
I'll hold my whiskey up high
Kiss the bartender twice
I'm a loser

I'm gonna marry the night
I'm gonna marry the night

We all sang the chorus. Quinn even grabbed my hand, dancing with me around the room with a smile. It eased some of the tension between the two of us and we all looked expectantly at Rachel, who was still sitting. Sighing, she stood.

Nothing's too cool
To take me from you
New York is not just a tan that you'll never lose
Love is the new denim or black
Skeleton guns are wedding bells in the attic
Get Ginger ready climb to El Camino front

She wouldn't sing the last line of the song, so I took it over.

Won't poke holes in the seats with my heels cause that's
Where we make love

Come on and run
Turn the car on and run

We danced and sang to the song's end, tired by that point and all sinking to the floor in laughter. "'Retha, what you know about sex in a car. You were singing extra hard on that line."

"Mind ya business, Satan." I grinned knowing memories had flooded back to me of me and Sam in the backseat of his car when I was singing.

"We did things the Glee way and sang a fun song, but we all know that shit only works for the ice breaker. Get to the pink elephant in the room, doing the jerk so we can go out and have some fun," Santana ordered.

I looked at Quinn and said, "Quinn, I have no problem with you as long as you're not messing with my father. Sam's a big boy. He can handle himself. We can keep doing what we've been doing all year for all I care."

"But I don't want to do that anymore," she spoke genuinely. There was no HBIC in her tone. This was the tone of Quinnie, the pregnant girl that lived with me. "Mercedes, I got what I deserved. Sometimes, karma is a bitch. I just got back what I dished out."

I nodded, and like that we were cool. We weren't soul sisters or even besties, but I would tolerate her. I would even try to see past things that happened this year. A new year was coming and maybe at some point we could make our way back to being friends.

"Now, Hobbit, what's your deal?" Santana asked.

"Finn and I broke up, and I just…I miss him."

"Well we can't do much for heartbreak, but get your mind of it," I offered.

Santana's idea of fun was to go to a new teen club downtown. As we walked up the street toward it, she stopped us. "'Retha, I've got the perfect gift for Guppy!"

The next day there seemed to be Christmas miracles all around and we still had another day before Christmas. School was out, but we assembled the teachers and caroled for them. They were eager to give after they heard what happened to the gifts.

On our way back from caroling, Sam eyed me questioningly as I walked between Santana and Quinn and the three of us talked and laughed. When we came into the choir room, I was speechless and near tears. There were Brittany and Artie. He was out of his chair and strapped to some machine around his legs but he was standing, and then walking! None of us could believe our eyes, nor did any of us know where the ReWalk came from. Santa had truly come through for Brittany this year.

When we were all leaving, Sam stopped me. "So what are you doing tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, as in Christmas Eve? Nothing, probably hanging with my brother unless he has something else to do."

"Can you spare some time for your boyfriend? And maybe I can meet this brother finally?"

"I thought that you were going to Tennessee."

"Thought so too, but for some reason my parents decided against it. I'm kinda sad that I won't get to see the rest of my family, but I will get to spend time with my beautiful girl."

Sam came over Christmas Eve night with his guitar and a gift in hand. The grin on his face was infectious. He was so eager to give me my present, but he had to do something important first. My parents had already left for their annual Christmas party at the Berrys' place. Only my brother was here, and he only stayed so that he could meet Sam. After that, he was leaving to go spend time with his old friends.

I kissed Sam on the cheek. "He's in the kitchen."

We walked to the kitchen hand in hand and David was sitting, trying to mimic Dad's take no prisoners face. I could see where my brother could be intimidating. Like my father, he was a tall guy. He was big, had to be he was a linebacker for Ohio State. He nodded to Sam. "State your name, boy."

I rolled my eyes at his "intimidation" voice. Sam took it in stride. "Samuel Clark Evans, sir." Sam was just entertaining this boy's foolishness. He knew my brother was only four years older than us.

"So you've been dating my sister, huh? What are your intentions?"

"Just to love and protect her. She's my everything." He looked down at me and smiled.

"Don't look at her. Look at me! I've been asking around about you. Santana gave me the scoop, and I talked to Kurt too."

"And?" I asked.

"Apparently, both of them had nothing but good things to say, and seeing as he hasn't backed down yet, you passed. This is just the preliminary questioning, and if I didn't have to be somewhere, there'd be more," he threatened.

"Bring it on. I guarantee you Sam will pass with flying colors. He passed Dad's questioning didn't he?" I bragged.

"That old softy."

"Bet you won't say it to his face."

"I can and will!"

"If you don't I will!"

"Oh no you won't, Tricey!"

I rolled my eyes, grabbing Sam's hand and leading him out of the kitchen. As David headed out the door he said, "You two be good. Don't do anything I would do. I mean it, Tricey!"

When he was gone, Sam said, "Tricey?"

"My middle name is Patrice, and when we were younger he didn't want to call me what everyone else called me so he decided on Tricey."

Sam nodded and we went up stairs to my room. I smiled timidly as he sat on my bed. "So I got you two gifts. The first one I can only show you. The second one you can have."

"Okay," he dragged out the word with raised eyebrows.

I turned my back to him and lifted up my hair. Hearing the bed creak, I knew he was standing to get a better look. "Mercy…you…that's for me?"

Santana's idea of the perfect present for Sam was a tattoo. As long as there was a "consenting adult" there, I could get it, and Tana had a fake id. She consented and I got it. It wasn't that big. It was a star with the number six inside, almost like the necklace I wore. Since Sam liked marking his territory, I would forever be marked as his.

I felt his lips touch the spot of the back of my neck lightly as he hugged me from behind. "It's permanent," he said next to my ear.

"Do you plan on us not being?"

"I have every intention of spending forever with you, Ms. Jones. I'm just blown away by the fact that you're on the same page with me. I'm always the one that feels too much too soon. For the first time, I have someone giving me back just as much love as I dish out!" His lips touched the back of my neck once more and I could feel him smiling. "You're dad's gonna kill me and you."

"He won't see it for a while. Only you and the girls will know."

I moved out of his arms to grab his next present. It was wrapped in Christmas paper. Sam tore into that gift like he was a kid on Christmas morning. As he looked at it he sat down. I knew he'd appreciate it because it came from the heart. It was a small piece of parchment that I'd framed. It read:

6 Reason I love you

6. Your abs

5. The fact that your answer is always Batman

4. The way you look at me like I'm the only person in the room.

3. Your Lips

2. Your heart – is so big, you have so much love and you care for so many.

1. You saw me – in distress, lonely, and sad. You saved me. You love ME.

I watched on nervously as he seemed to read and reread it. For so long he sat there, saying nothing. For a minute I was worried that the tattoo and the love declaration were too much. I thought it was, but Santana and Tina assured me that it wasn't. Hell, I even asked Brittany for a prediction from Lord Tubbington.

"Sam?" I said hesitantly.

He finally looked up his eyes full of emotion. "Mercy, no one's ever loved me like this. Family don't count. You don't have to love me. You love me because –"

"Because I want to. Because I just do," I admitted. I placed my hand on his cheek and he leaned into my touch.

I had every intention of kissing him, but he shook his head. "If you kiss me right now, I won't be able to get through giving you my gift."

He handed me a wrapped gift as well, but it was wrapped in aluminum foil. I frowned, and he smiled, turning red. "I'm not good at wrapping gifts, and you can't go wrong with the foil. It's fool proof." I laughed, unwrapping it. It was a CD. Nothing was written on it, so I looked at him curiously. "The AV club helped me out. I wrote you a song and did some covers, but I want to sing you the song I wrote."

Nodding, I watched him grab his guitar. I sat on the bed, waiting patiently as he started to play.

Can you hear me, barely breathing?
As you pass me by you're an angel
With that body, got me crazy
Without even trying
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
know who makes me feel like this

Sam was grinning at me as he paused for the chorus. I couldn't believe how beautiful this song already was, but when he started to sing the chorus, I was speechless.

Beautiful girl, can you see me falling?
All I want is you
make this a beautiful world,
Now my heart iscalling, so caught up in you
I wish I could carry you away
and I don't even know your name!
do you even know, you're a beautiful girl?

Somehow, Sam knew that I sometimes dealt with self image problems, but since I've been with him he's been slowly chipping away at that block of self-doubt. With this song, he'd definitely taken off a big chunk.

Conversations I've imagined,
are they in my head? Did I wake up?
Am I dreaming? Are you here now, baby in my bed
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
if I ask, would you say yes?

I'll never let go
do you even know you're a beautiful girl?
yeah, yeah, yeah can you see me falling?
yeah, baby I'm falling!

do you even know, you're a beautiful girl?

Stupidly, the only thing I could ask was, "That…that was for me?"

Sam chuckled, putting down his guitar. "Who else would it be for? You are beautiful. Everything about you."

"Come here, boy."

He was smiling as he walked over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his went around my waist. Our breaths mingled, and I looked into his green eyes, smiling as he returned my gaze. My hand trailed over his cheek as he touched a finger to my nose. "I love you," I mouthed.

"I love you most," he replied.

Finally our lips touched. Our tongue mingled and the room seemed to spin around me. Kissing Sam never failed to disorient me, but this kiss wasn't like the rushed ones we'd always shared. Sam picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Walking with me to the bed, he sat with me still wrapped around him. He laid back on the bed and we kissed and tumbled, making a mess of the sheets, but I didn't really care. Sam's hands traced the curve of my body as if he was making a mental map. I felt his hands working my shirt up my body and I sat up to accommodate. His lips touched every inch of skin he revealed. The feel of his lips on my skin made it tingle everywhere he touched. With my shirt completely gone, and my bra following it, Sam flipped us so that I was on my back. Sam's lips provided tender kisses as his hands gave me gentle touches as if there was a sign on me that said "handle with care". Needing to touch him as well, I tugged at his shirt, sitting up to kiss one of the six reasons I loved him. I kissed up his body until his shirt was over his head. When he started to undo my jeans, I lifted my hips to help him get them off. He just looked at me for a long time. "You're perfect," he said in a whisper.

Sam started kissing from my ankle up my leg and thigh. He took his precious time reaching my play land, and even there he was in no rush. He kept building me up as his tongue was exploring and circling in slow procession, but stopping before I crashed into bliss. It was the best kind of agony. I'd never wanted him more in my life than I wanted him now. When he left the bed a whine in protest escaped me, but he was just ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. Sam had said I was perfect, but really it was him. Every muscle seemed perfectly sculpted. The man was gorgeous at every angle. He crawled back into bed with me, condom in hand. Taking it from his hand, I opened it and rolled it on him. Sam's lips practically crashed into mine as he entered me. His pace was so slow as his lips worshiped my body. His hands and fingers were like magic and his lips like my ecstasy. "Love me more," I begged against his lips. I needed more of him. Gripping my hips he'd speed up his thrusts, but just as I was reaching my breaking point, he'd slow down. I could tell it was killing him to hold the beast at bay, but I knew what he was doing. This time, Sam was making love to me. He wasn't giving me a quickie. I felt the love in every kiss and touch and in every thrust. My back arched as his hands kneaded my breasts, and my hips rose eagerly meeting him thrust for thrust.

I didn't know how long, Sam had kept me suspended in this torturous state, but eventually, I started begging. "Please, Sam, please." He picked up speed, thrusting hard, going deeper than before. His nails deliciously digging into my hips. Sam lifted my leg onto his shoulder and angled himself so that he was hitting just the right spot. "Oh…don't stop, fucking whatever you do don't stop!" I was screaming.

"What time is it?" he grunted out.

"Mmm…yes! What?"

"Time, Mercy?"

Craning my neck and shifting slightly to look at the clock on my nightstand, allowed him to go deeper. I had to force my eyes to stay open to see the time, but I started to feel my body tense and shake. I needed this more than I needed to breathe. "Mercy!" he growled, pounding into me repeatedly and I could feel my sanity quickly slipping away.

"Midnight!" I screamed.

I felt Sam pulling all the way out and slamming back into me over and over and just as soon as 12:01 hit, he moaned out, "Mercy Christmas, Mercy." That was when all sanity went out the window. I was screaming his name and clutching at him. I was coming harder than I ever had before. I felt like it would rip me to pieces if I didn't hold on to him. Sam was coming with me with feral, animalistic noises coming from him.

Riding out our climaxes together, Sam finally rolled off of me. We were both too tired to even move, but we were sweaty and in serious need of showers before my parents or brother came back. Sam agreed because if we lay there any longer, we'd be asleep. After our shower, we came back to bed. I was laying under the cover and Sam was on top, just in case someone barged in and we didn't hear them. We fell asleep, just like that with Sam holding me.

It wasn't long before I heard whispered tones near me. "Sam," my mother whispered. And I was almost too sleepy to panic. "Sam," she called again and he finally opened his eyes and mumbled nonsense before turning over.

"Mama," I managed groggily. "Don't think he should drive home now."

"I'll help him to the guest room." She tried, but Sam was just dead weight and he wasn't waking up. Finally, Mama said, "I'm too tipsy for this and he's knocked out. So is your daddy. I trust you, Cedes, and my door and yours will be open – not that this boy is even gonna wake up anytime soon."

"Okay, Mama," I mumbled, wrapping my arm around Sam and cuddling against him. I was asleep within minutes.

Waking up on Christmas morning was wonderful. I woke up to beautiful green eyes staring down at me. I smiled, brushing hair out of his face. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to know you're adorable when you're asleep," he told me.

I rolled my eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me. I shook my head. "I got morning breath."

"So do I, and I don't care." He kissed me.

"I've never had a kiss on Christmas morning."

"If I can help it, you'll have one every year after this." He kissed me once more and that's when my dad walked in.

"Break it up! Please, Sam, get out of bed with my daughter before I pummel you to a pulp at just the image."

Sam hopped up, and held up his hands in surrender. "I slept on top of the covers and she slept under them, Mr. Jones!"

"That's how it had better gone down!"

"And David said you were an old softy!" I said pointedly.

"He said what? Oh you wait just a minute. I'll show him softy."

Daddy left the room and I walked Sam downstairs to the front door. "Thank you for the Christmas gifts, Mercy."

"And thank you for both of mine." I stood on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "An orgasm on Christmas…I'll be expecting that every year."

I saw him bit his lip before he managed one more kiss. He left then, and we spent most of the day separately with our families. It wasn't until the unexpected call from Sue Sylvester that brought us to Mr. Schuester's for a true New Directions Christmas. She'd grown a heart and given back all the gifts, and made us realize that no one deserves to be alone on Christmas. Just like our teacher was always there for us, we'd be there for him.

Lots happened this go around! I hope you liked it! I can't wait to hear your thoughts!

Songs this chapter:

Marry the Night by Lady Gaga

Beautiful Girl by Chord Overstreet.

Oh and yes, I shamelessly used Chord's song as Sam's original song to Mercy ;)

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