A/N I am SO sorry it's been so long since I last updated, and that's because of one thing: university (my first year).

It literally just swamped everything, but I did try to write, I swear.

Anyway, no more excuses. If you're still sticking with me and this story, thank you so much. I love each of my readers.

And I may slowly be working this fanfcition to an M, just to warn you.

Not owning Glee, obviously.

Forgive any mistakes, and hope you enjoy!

Sam

I could see the war going on in her eyes.

But I would honestly do whatever she wanted to do - it was her choice.

I continued to shower her hands in kisses, bites and licks – being fuelled by her sighs of pleasure - before she made a decision.

"The…" she swallowed when I met her deep brown eyes, "the nights will only become more special from here." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Can we go? I know my first…our first time together is going to be so special. And I wanna hold on to that. But I also want to do everything else with you. Sneaking out to a rave included."

It made my heart stumble when I saw both disappointment and excitement mix on her face. I held her hands tighter so she'd look up at me. "That night is going to be one special and amazing night. Because it's us."

Her cheeks darkened with a blush. "Do you want that, Sam? I mean…d-do you want that from…me? Do you…want me like that?"

Before she could even finish the question, I was already repeating "Yes." She looked up, seemingly shocked by my bluntness. "I can't say yes enough without scaring you off. So yes – I want to be the one to take your sweet virginity. I wanna be the one to make love to you. I want us to connect like that. I want you to scream my name." I closed my eyes and in my best high pitched voice, I screamed "'Sam. Sam. Oh God, yes, Sammy, baby, pleeassse don't st-"

She trapped my jaw in her hand, though she couldn't contain her chuckles. "Be quiet! My parents are gonna find out you're here."

"Nah, it just sounds like you're having fun on your own..."

She laughed harder. "Sam, you've lost it!"

I laughed too, as I removed her hand from my chin and held it in mine. "Yeah, well it's true. But…I've thought about it from when I first met you, Mercy. So again: yes, I wanna have sex with you." I took in a deep breath, trying my best not to let that God's honest truth change our minds. "But tonight…"

She grinned. "Tonight, we have a real rave to sneak off to."

Mercedes

As soon as I said the words, my heart rate quickened.

We were doing this…

I could feel the battle starting to rage again – my senses beginning to scream at me to stay inside.

Sam must have seen it too, because he said "we're going. No questions. Now, let's go."

He was right. "Sam, I can't really go-"

"Yes you can! C'mon, there's nothing holding us back right now. Don't be-"

"I can't really go in my PJ's."

His reddening cheeks were definitely a sight to remember. "Oh. You could, though."

"I could, but why would I?" I winked at him, before pushing off of my bed and heading to my walk-in closet. "So what does one wear to a rave…?"

"God, Mercy, don't this to me."

"What?" I turned around to face him. "You actually look pretty great for it." That was definitely true. I had to admire his navy blue ankle boots, dark grey jeans, powder blue t-shirt and black leather jacket, which was folded on my pillow. "It actually looks like you were dressed for a party, Sammy."

He quirked an eyebrow and shook his head. "This was all for you, Ma Sweet."

Trying not to let him get any further beneath my skin, I turned back around to my rails of clothing to scan for an outfit.

Sam sighed again. "I'll give you two options-"

He was interrupted by two soft knocks on the door. My body froze, and for a fraction of a nanosecond, I blacked out.

"Cedes?" Someone whispered from the other side of the door; meaning I couldn't tell if it was my mom or dad.

Sam reacted quicker than I did, because he hurried past me into my walk in closet, and gently closed the doors behind him.

Too bad my reaction time was much slower and poorer than his. I didn't bother to clear the empty bag of fries or the almost empty can of whipped cream. The book also remained opened on my bed; I only had time to shove his jacket beneath it before there was another knock.

"Yeah?" I whispered, faking a sleepy voice. The door cracked open, and to my surprise, Puck's head peeked in. "You okay, Puck?"

He smiled a tired smile, but it looked sort of genuine, so I believed him when he nodded his head. "I was with Quinn."

"What happened?"

"Well, I was only with her for around an hour. The rest of the time, I was just…chilling." I didn't question what 'chilling' really meant, because he was home now, and he was fine.

"So you and Quinn…"

"I don't know." I nodded. "It sucks though. I mean, there's the decent thing to do and then there's…everything else. I mean, it doesn't matter now, does it? There's nothing we can do, so…"

I nodded again, understanding what he meant but utterly unsure of what to say in response.

"I guess if God can have any sort of pity on me, He'll provide a sign or an answer or…I don't fucking know, something to help."

"You always know what to do, Puck. It may take you awhile or you may just choose not to do it, but I know you can figure it out. You always do." He smiled at me. During this moment, I forgot about being scared about Sam in my wardrobe right now. "I would normally tell you to stick with her, be a man, do the right thing and all that. But…"

"Things aren't normal right now."

"Exactly. All I can say is…do what you want to. Or have to. Does that help?"

"Not right now but I bet it will tomorrow. It's like – at the beginning of every single hour, I forget that we're all going to die in like, a few weeks." There was a pang in my chest at that painful reminder. The world's going to be destroyed…we're all going to be destroyed. I and everyone I know and love is going to die in just three weeks. "But the next minute, I remember again. And it's all I can think of and it fucking hurts."

I didn't know what else to say. "So treasure the minutes when you do forget, and just…make the most of the minutes when you remember."

His eyes shone, staring directly into mine. "I guess." He looked away, and cleared his throat If I knew Puck, then he was now doing all he could to swallow back his emotions.

He needed what I needed – what everyone in the world probably needed right now; a distraction, something fun and reckless to do. "So-"

"So," he whispered, interrupting me, "when did Sam get here?"

Most of me went into shock and fear and embarrassment that he was actually onto us. But that annoying little voice in my subconscious mind was scoffing at me, belatedly reminding me that Sam's shoes were right by the bed.

Damn. "Damn. How'd you know it was Sam?"

He nodded towards his boots. "I gave him those, genius."

"Oh yeah. Damn it."

He smirked at me. "And whipped cream in a bedroom is never a good sign."

"We weren't even doing any-"

"Blah, blah, I don't really wanna hear about what you were doing. I don't care, and I'm not gonna grass you up. Although I should."

"And why should you?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Kicks. I've never had the opportunity to get you into trouble before, because you never did anything!"

I huffed. "Until now?"

"Yeah, but I'm not that mean."

At that moment, the closet doors opened.

Sam carefully and silently closed them before turning to face us and slapping his hands together. He must have heard our conversation, and he probably took a few moments to calm down and wait for the blush to leave his face at that last little bit.

Sam

Whatever was going on with Puck and Quinn was not enough to ruin my friendship with him, one of my closest friends.

So this was a peace offering. "Blaine invited us to a rave."

He chuckled once. "Yeah, he texted me."

"And…you're here?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna go…" Mercedes and I exchanged a look between us. "But I'm guessing you guys are?" We both nodded and grinned at the same time, making Puck sigh. "Nah, I'm missing this one. Gonna have a midnight ice-cream raid and punch a couple walls." I could see that Mercedes felt sorry for her brother, but her excitement was too hard to contain. Then Puck narrowed his eyes at the both of us. "Be careful, okay?"

I was about to ask why, since our safety no longer mattered; not with our impending death and everything. But it didn't have to be brought up all the time, even if it was constantly on our minds.

Mercedes

My heart was racing inside my throat.

Once dressed in my black skirt and pink leopard top, we raced out of the house straight towards the rave.

"Ok," I linked my arm through his as I continued, "this is gonna be wild, I feel it already."

"Especially if I have anything to do with it."

"What – what do you mean?"

"Nothing!"

Ignoring my suspicions, we rushed to the avenue, following the intense vibrations of music leaking its way up the roads and around street corners.

The anxiety was literally fluttering in the pit of my stomach.

Sam

The atmosphere was already swirling and pulsing around us, and when we actually got to the sea of ravers thrashing in the avenue, it had become overwhelming. Everywhere had practically been abandoned since the announcement, except where they had been taken over by the scared and insane and excited. It was exactly like a street party; only crazier and not like that at all.

"Kurt!"

At the sound of Mercy's almost drowned out shout, Kurt's head snapped around, and he broke out into a wide grin as he dragged Blaine and Sugar along, leading the rest over.

We lost sight of them several times as they neared, there were that many people.

Already, my body yearned for dancing, to literally have Mercedes' curves crushing into me, to lose our sanity in the sea of broken inhibitions. I saw this same thing in each of our friends. As they moved in accordance to the people dancing around us, I saw Brittany's hands mercilessly roaming beneath Santanta's top, I saw Kurt's ruffled hair (which was usually perfectly styled), the wild look in Blaine's eyes, the glowing paint smeared across Sugar's neck, and her nonstop swaying from side to side. She shoved a flask of something into Mercedes' hands, and before she could take a drink, I swiped it from her hands to try it first.

Something sweet, and slightly sour at the same time. It tasted alcoholic, but not. Santana was shouting something at me but I couldn't hear a word, the music was too loud. Blaine waved at us, before focusing his wild eyes onto Kurt and pulling him away through the throngs and throngs of people. I brought the flask to Mercy's lips, and our eye contact never broke as she swallowed what I offered to her.

Brittany and Santana were too busy making out with each other, hands roaming and exposing glistening skin. They only broke away for a moment so Brittany could thrust a couple of glow sticks into our hands, and then Santana pulled Brit's waist back to hers. After we both had one last swig, Sugar was whisked away by some guy in large sunglasses.

Mercedes

Excited warmth flooded my body, and now, all I wanted to do was dance, and feel Sam's muscled body dancing against mine.

Adele's Set Fire To The Rain was being exploited by pulsating beats which infiltrate your body and dare you to lose your mind and dance.

"Let's fucking dance!"

The music was crazy and dirty, and Sam and I jumped and moshed and grinded hard against each other. At certain times, other people danced with us but I always went back to Sam, and his strong, greedy hands wouldn't let me get away too far.

Time was lost; we shared a can of unopened beer, and each had two straight shots of Absinthe. But it was whatever Sugar had offered us that gave me the buzz. All these songs I knew and loved were being wonderfully tortured by crazy bass lines which throbbed in my bones.

And I couldn't keep my hands off of Sam.

Sam

Never before had I danced with any girl like this, with Mercy like this. There were no boundaries, and we were crossing lines like there was no tomorrow.

Well, tomorrow wasn't really a sure thing anymore.

My hands slid beneath her top, squeezing her tighter and bringing her closer to me. She was pressing her beautiful cleavage against my chest, and dancing with the motive to seduce me, and it was fucking working.

I don't know exactly what it was but the careless attitude of everyone was sparking something; knowing it was the end of the world, that we'd all soon die, just intensified everything.

Now, with the heavy music and dancing and darkness of the sky, I literally just wanted to rip her clothes from her gorgeous body. I pulled her closer, burying my face in her neck and grazing my tongue against her sweet skin.

"Sam, I feel weird. Good weird but-"

"Weird," I finished, latching my lips onto her throat. Her fingers tightened in my hair, which felt too good. Her hands were sliding down my stomach, hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

Before I even had a chance to think about it, I was leading her through the tight crowd of people, towards the side of the street. I was being touched and nudged all over the place, and I had to shield Mercedes because I could only imagine what would be happening to her.

"Sam…"

I finally found a quiet space, a little space between buildings right at the edge of things. I couldn't even see past the first few people in front of me, it was that packed and hectic. I positioned us so she was on the inside, and my back was facing the out.

Our hands instantly found each other, knowing where we wanted to be touched.

She crushed her mouth against mine, and without hesitation, I slid my tongue to move against hers. We weren't battling for dominance, like Catherine and Eric in that story, but proving to the other just how desperate we were. The drugged music was still crawling around us, the smell of sweat, alcohol and something artificially sweet was threaded with Mercedes' perfume. I was fuelled.

Mercedes

I could feel his strong, rough hands moving beneath my top, skimming my stomach and clamping onto my breasts. A moan escaped from my mouth into his. His firm backside felt good beneath my hands as I pressed him closer to me, and when there was no space left between us, my fingers were grazing the smooth skin above his hipbones, brushing against the whispers of soft pubic hair above his briefs.

"So hot," he whispered. And just like that, something switched, and I could feel him thrusting his hips into mine. I spread my legs that little bit further, letting him in more.

There was nothing stopping me, nothing stopping either of us. I pushed my hand past the denim fabric, and brushed the thin material of his briefs which were struggling to hold his erection. There was too much of him, and all I wanted was to take all of it, right now.

His kisses were becoming urgent. Harder.

"Sam, I love you so much." I pressed against his stiffening warmth, and I swear I felt him tremble.

"I love you more, Mercedes." He was trailing delicious kisses down my neck, whispering against the tender part of my throat. "I'm so in love with you." He bent his leg, gently rubbing his strong thigh in between mine. I leaned back into the wall, trying not to completely melt in his touches, but he only held on tighter, and pushed himself closer. And there was something amazing building up from my core, like the best knots of butterflies any girl could feel.

"Sam-" There must have been something in the way I breathed his name that made him pull away and glance at me. His eyes darkened to a sinful shade of green, igniting those two blazing forest fires again.

"I can't wait any longer." Something glistened in his eyes, and I assumed it was lust until I felt his teeth nip against my jaw and his tear broke against my cheek. I closed my eyes, wanting to ignore his pain and passion because it was too much for me. But I wanted to comfort him; I wrapped my fingers around his hard penis, and the groan he let out weakened me, and I buried my free hand into his damp blond hair, moving his lips back up to kiss me again.

Sam

All that flashed across my eyes were the slightly discoloured patches across her arms; I couldn't process anything else, it was like the blinding lights had flooded me of anything else apart from that faint bruising on her skin, which my hands had caused from loving her too much.

And then chaos. Sirens blared, people were screaming and running, and someone's amplified voice was shouting at us. My mind shut down for a second, and then I was running.

Running behind her, she was pulling me along, we sprinted both in the same direction as everyone yet in the opposite direction too. People crashed and fell and ran against us, pressing in and then pulling away. I was a running robot, following wherever my Mercy was taking me.

I vaguely heard her voice, calling "Sammy! Sam! Samuel, run." So I did.

This was the end of the world, wasn't it? The asteroid was coming to obliterate us sooner than expected.

Or had three weeks passed already? Did I spend all of that time inside the woman I loved? Or worse, I had spent that time simply wanting and craving to bury myself inside of her. And now it was too late, we were about to die. The sirens continued to scream, teenagers continued to scatter. I don't know where we were running to – where would we hide, if the entire planet's about to be obliterated into unidentifiable pieces? My heart was about to beat right out of my mouth, and my blood was literally on fire with adrenaline, about to rush into nothing. I really didn't want to die.

My eyes glued themselves to edge of her bruising. I didn't want her to die either, I didn't want us to leave each other. I didn't know how long it would take before this stupid, dangerous rock smashed into us and killed everything. But until that happened, I would do everything I could to protect her. I would make sure I got as much of the impact as possible before anything happened to Mercedes.

The din of the panicked rave was becoming quiet – was it all over? We were swallowed by cool shadows all of a sudden, and the noise was nothing but a faraway echo. Was it all over? Was this death? Was that how quick and painless it was?

No. This is the quiet before the storm. Soon, everything would explode and shatter and break and crumble. Soon, there'd be nothing but pain and death and –

Mercedes' laughter.

"Oh my god, that was crazy!" She shrilled, and was actually leaning back against the dusty brick wall from laughing so much. "Damn, that was the best feeling ever. Scary though." Tears were spilling from her eyes, and still chuckling, she brushed them away.

And then she looked at me, and all the laughter drained from her face.

Mercedes

Even beneath the dark sky, in the darkness of the alleyway we stood in, Sam's ghostly face was all I could see, it was so pale. All of the colour was sucked out of him, and his green eyes which were on fire not long ago became the emptiness you see in a stale lake full of dying plants. He was horrified, and his pink lips were clamped shut, becoming bloodless.

And he was shaking like he was both scared and cold and nervous all at once.

"Sam?" I reached for his icy hands, and his fingers wouldn't uncurl. "Sam, say something. Blink for me!" Worry was beginning to bunch in my throat, and I was doing my best to swallow it down. "Blink, Sam. Breathe, just speak! Do something, Sammy, please, don't do this to me!"

He blinked. Then blinked again.

"Mercedes." It was a whimper, the broken voice of a scared boy. I wrapped my arms around his chilled body, pressing my warm lips against his cold neck, rubbing circles into the tense muscles of his back.

"Sam, it's alright. Nothing happened, we're okay. We're here." I made sure that all the warmth I had to offer was given to every part of him. I nuzzled into his shoulder, and tightened my hug around him. I carried on rubbing his back. "Sam, calm down, we're okay. Take deep breathes, alright? We're fine, we're safe. You're okay." I moved his cold hands underneath the hem of my top, pressing them to my back. Though his cold skin was shocking to my bones, I knew they'd warm up his hands.

His sob shook me inside and out. It terrified me, but I didn't let it show. "Shh, it's alright, Sam." His fingers uncurled, and even though it was the slightest movement, I was so relieved. "Shh, Sammy, don't be scared, I'm here. We still have loads of time left, okay? Plenty of time for me to annoy the hell out of you. I'm not going anywhere. Stacy, Stevie, your amazing parents, glee club – we're all here, right until the last minute, and that is not now. Shh, don't cry." But I was glad he was crying, he needed to let this out somehow.

"Mercy, I thought…" His arms were hugging me tightly in return, hanging onto me for dear life. I felt his tears fall and run down my shoulder, his sobs going right though bone and flesh. But it was good.

We stayed like that for a minute; me taking the weight of the doomed world off of his shoulders for a moment, scratching his back the way I know he liked. Without knowing, I was slightly swaying us from side to side, letting him hold onto me, comforting him like he'd comforted me almost every day. My eyes fall onto the gentle bruising on my arms behind him, and the guilt-ridden apology that had etched his face since. And it's now I realise that we're both weak and vulnerable to our love, yet we stay strong no matter what.

I don't know how long it was until he finally stopped sobbing, I just knew the exact moment when he did, and they turned into quiet sniffles. His embrace was still strong around me, just less desperate.

"It's alright, Sam, we're okay. We'll be okay. You're safe." He nodded into my shoulder, placing one his very affectionate kisses onto my shoulder. And then he kissed my other one, and again, and his lips skimmed to the base of my throat and trailed up to my chin. I brought my head down and brought our lips together, kissing each other with all the love we had. I sought entry into his mouth, and he hesitated, but granted it to me anyway. The sound of us, of the wet smacking noises, made my heart swell.

I pulled away first, my hands gingerly holding both sides of his neck. "Sam?"

His eyes were rimmed red from his tears, slight puffy and still glistening. His cheeks were flushed, and our kisses obviously reddened and swelled his lips, matching the burning in the tips of his ears. His hair was darkened by its dampness. I was so grateful for all the colour finally returning to his sheet-white face. His breathing was still shallow, but at least he was breathing again. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, no. Look at me, Sam." He dragged his eyes up to meet mine. "Do not be sorry." And that was all I had to say. He nodded again, gazing at me, and me gazing at him back. I felt so tired.

"Let's go back, okay?" He tightly laced his fingers with mine, repeatedly brushing his warm lips against my knuckles as we started to make our way back.

People were still running when we were a few minutes away from the raided rave. I saw the distant flashes of police lights, and hurried us along. I stuck to the darker, quieter streets, holding onto my beautiful Sam and not letting go.

I was furiously debating whether to take him back to mine, or go to his. Either way, there would be questions asked to us but there was no way I would sleep without him.

My phone buzzed in my free hand, a text from Puck. U guys come hme now!

Puck would cover for us, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The way home seemed to stretch endlessly, and for a moment, I almost forgot which corner turned onto my road. I went with the right one, and halfway down the road, at our gates, I saw Puck. I pulled Sam along quickly, and as quietly as possible, Puck opened the gate to let us in.

"Are you guys okay?" He whispered.

"I think so." But I know he was asking about Sam.

"Did you get hurt at all?" His eyes roamed over me, checking for injuries.

"No, we're fine." We walked through the back entrance of the house, and crept up to our floor.

"Don't worry, I'll cover for you, okay? Go to sleep, and look after him." He pulled me in for a quick hug, and watched as we went inside my room.

Sam

I wanted to speak, I wanted to help. But as soon as I tried, I stopped. I was so embarrassed by my freak out session that there was nothing I knew to do that would fix it.

I remember looking at the glow of Mercy's phone on the way here. 03:27. Sleep was a foreign thing to me at that moment.

She sat down next to me – I didn't even realise I had sat down in the first place – and left a slight distance between us.

She didn't look at me when she asked, "are you here, Sam?"

I closed my eyes at the sound of the sadness in her voice. Mechanically, I slipped my shoes off, I scooted up her bed, and held out my hand to her. She stared at it for a moment, before taking off her shoes and following suit. I shrugged off my jacket and pulled off my t-shirt, wanting to feel her against my bare chest. I draped us in her lilac comforter, and held her closely to me. "I'm here."

"Thank god," she sighed. "You scared me, Sam. You just-"

"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry. I was scared myself." My eyes still felt sore from crying so much, my voice was raspy.

"Your eyes were…empty. I didn't know what to do, Sam." Her shoulders were shaking with the threat of tears.

"You did everything, Mercy. Hearing your voice was enough to help me. Hell, feeling you there was comforting enough. It just took me a while. But thank you, you saved me." She snuggled closer, and I held her tighter. "I'm okay. But are you? That was selfish of me, I shouldn't have-"

To shut me up, she captured my lips with hers. "No. You need to let yourself be comforted as well, Sam. I love you too, you know?"

I nodded. "I know that, so well."

"I'm okay. But the thought of letting go of you is frightening me."

I smiled a little, understanding exactly how she felt. "Well I'm not moving an inch, so even if you wanted to let go, you wouldn't be allowed to." The barriers between us broke down, and she was clutching me just as desperately as I had to her. I could feel her tears streaming onto my chest, her mouth kissing and whispering against the place over my heart, her small hand pressed against my ribs.

"Just…don't leave, Sam. Please stay with me." I held her tightly, stroking her hair and breathing in her scent. There was still dizziness somewhere far inside my head. But she was keeping me grounded.

"Gravity."

"What?" She raised her head to look at me, and her eyes found mine.

"You're my gravity. And I'll never leave you, Ma Sweet. I'm here. Always."

She fell asleep squeezing me, kissing my chest and saying 'I love you, Samuel.' I fell asleep hoping she wouldn't stop any of that, wishing that she could shower me with attention until the very last day, which wasn't as far away as we both tried to believe.

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