Here is chapter 9.2. I still don't own Glee. I still thank you all for reading. And I still hope you enjoy the chapter.

Mercedes took her time as she made her way around the art museum. As soon as they walked in the door, the friends split up to go explore in their own direction. When Blaine arrived, Kurt grabbed him and Puck and quickly wandered off to get the two men acquainted. Santana had settled herself on a bench as she took another phone call from Brittany. Mercedes wandered around on her own, trying not to focus on the tall, blonde-haired man who was always somewhere in the immediate space around her.

"Please, just come with me," Sam pleaded against her ear. He tugged Mercedes' hand, pulling her attention away from the abstract painting she had been studying for the last couple of minutes. She had somehow wound up deep in thought, staring at the painting close enough to detect the thick brush strokes against the canvas. She did this with every painting, trying to latch herself onto every detail in an attempt to keep her mind off of Sam and the statements Santana made about the nature of her feelings for him. Him following behind her didn't help as she tried, to no avail, to concentrate on the artwork.

"Where?" She questioned, meeting his eyes for the first time since they'd entered the museum.

"Let's go to the car or something."

"It's ninety-some-odd degrees outside, Sam. We'll die."

He smiled at her exaggeration and continued to pull her hand. "I'll find somewhere for us to go. Just come with me."

She tugged her hand away from his and placed it on her hip, "I'm not leaving. If you want to go take care of yourself, be my guest."

"I had to do that last night. What's up with you?"

"Nothing. Just because I don't want to go have sex with you in the middle of who knows where, why does there have to be something wrong with me?"

"You didn't want to have sex with me last night either." She furrowed her brow before giving him a firm poke to his side. "Ow, what was that for?" He asked rubbing the spot her finger prodded.

She softened, joining their hands together again. "You know that's not how it happened. What would make you think that? I only told you we should wait until everyone was asleep."

"Which we did-"

"Yeah, and when I got to the guest room you were knocked out with your fingers in your mouth."

"You took forever; I waited for like twenty minutes. I thought you weren't going to come."

"Why wouldn't I want to?"

"I thought maybe I creeped you out with the chocolate," he admitted rubbing the back of his neck and becoming suddenly interested in the floor tiles.

"You know you're my white chocolate, Sammy. So you know, I had to tell Tina about your stripper name."

"I only did it for a semester," Sam murmured remembering the job he had to take when the money for one of his loans didn't come through and his parents were in no position to help him out. Mercedes had discovered his profession one night when the golden shorts he wore on stage found their way into the back seat of her car when she'd given him a ride. Sam had long since gotten over the initial embarrassment and while it wasn't his favorite subject to revisit he was no longer ashamed to talk about his past.

"I know I know. Anyway, the chocolate was adorable. In fact, I had every intention of giving you some of my chocolate." She pulled him closer to her and gave him a chaste, yet lingering kiss.

"Girl, stop," he mumbled against her lips.

She parted from him, still holding his hand. "I couldn't come right away because Santana wanted to stay up and talk, which was really difficult because she had like six margaritas and most of her sentences weren't even composed of actual words."

"It's been like a whole day, so aren't we overdue then?"

"Boy, stop," she warned, giving him another poke.

"You make it really hard," he said pulling her body back to his.

"Sam-"

"Literally, you make it really hard."

"Samuel!" She pushed him away and began to walk out of the somewhat vacant room of the museum.

"No, don't run away." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "I'm sorry, Mercy," he pouted.

She rolled her eyes at the apology asking, "is that all you think about?"

He buried his face into her neck and inhaled deeply before speaking. "No. To be honest, I really like being with you...sexually, but more than anything, I just enjoy having you in my arms afterwards."

"Well, you're more than welcome to just cuddle with me; you don't have to fuck me first." Expecting a response, but hearing none, Mercedes pushed Sam away, "please tell me you already knew that."

"I guess I kind of did," he said unsurely. "We have done a little bit of non-post-sex cuddling the past couple of days but hell, you know what happens when we get each other alone."

"Right," she agreed, knowing too well that the two of them alone only seemed to result in amazing sex as of late. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest, unsure of the direction of their conversation. She couldn't stop herself before she asked, "Is that all that's ever going to happen when we're alone?"

"It doesn't have to be," he said, stroking her hair gently. "Are we still waiting until we get home to talk about this?"

She nodded against his chest, "I think we should."

"Why?"

She sighed and pulled slightly away from him to look up into his eyes. "Because it's really easy to want something when it's dangling right in front of you and you don't have to make much of an effort to have it. It's much harder when you have to actually work to keep it and when we get home, this – us – it's going to be work."

"Going home isn't going to change my mind," he said, his tone serious and leveled.

"About?"

"About us. I agree that we should wait; that we should go home and get back to normal before we make a decision but I know how I feel about you, Mercedes."

"That's good, I guess."

"Do you know?"

"Know how I feel about you?" He nodded, waiting expectantly for her answer. "I do, and while I hope that won't change when we get home, I don't want to have to make those kinds of decisions right now."

"I understand." He said, kissing her softly on the forehead before wrapping an arm around her as they walked away. He couldn't help that his hand unintentionally slid down to her ass as they walked.

"Can't keep them to yourself can you?"

He apologized quickly and moved his hand back to her hip. "I want you to know, Mercedes, I love you for more than just that fantastic ass of yours."

"You do?"

"Yup, it's everything about you darlin' – mind, body, soul – all of it makes me want to just grab hold of you and pull you next to me so I can absorb some of you and keep it with me forever."

She smiled widely, before reaching to give him another small kiss. "You are silly, Sammy."

"You love it."

"I do."

After several hours ambling around the museum, it was time for dinner. They stopped by Blaine's hotel and allowed him to grab an outfit for their upcoming bar excursion then made their way back to Puck's home. When they got there, Tina was already in the kitchen pouring vodka into a pitcher of a bluish tinted beverage. She quickly greeted each of them with a glass and instructions for what they would be doing to help prepare dinner.

"How do I look?" Mercedes asked, pulling the bottom of her fitted mini-skirt further down over her thighs. She surveyed herself in the full-length mirror in Puck's walk-in closet twisting around to get a view of all angles of herself. She wore a leopard skirt, a loose-fitting, black lace tank top, and a pair of modest black heeled sandals.

"Like if you and I weren't besties, Brittany would have some competition," Santana said as she slipped on her silver pumps that matched the design on the black crop-top she wore. She completed her outfit with a short pink skirt and her signature ponytail.

"Please, Satan, I know good and well that Britt already has you whipped."

"Proudly so, but you definitely look good enough to eat, woman. You know those guys aren't going to let you out of the house looking like that."

Mercedes laughed as she adjusted her hair, slightly tightening the band around her loosely curled ponytail and swiping her bangs to one side.

"I wish Britts could come tonight. We would tag-team the hell out of you. Though we'd have to get past Sam first, I'm sure." Mercedes noticed the slightly saddened look in Santana's face. She wrapped an arm around her friend and pulled her into a tight hug.

"We'll see Britt all day tomorrow so we only get to be Sancedes for one more night. Please promise me you're not going to be sad throughout the whole thing."

Santana perked up and returned Mercedes' hug. "I guess we'll still have a good time, just so long as you don't run away from me when I try to dance up on you," Santana stated as she began to unrhythmically pop her body against Mercedes to a beat of her own.

"Oh no you two are not getting the party started without Blaine "The Main Event" Anderson!" Blaine yelled, entering the closet and squeezing between the two girls. He joined in Santana's dancing against a giggling Mercedes.

"We wouldn't dare, my love," Mercedes said, pulling both of her friends into a hug to stop the frantic gyrating of their bodies.

"Just checkin'. Now, let's see what you sexy ladies are wearing tonight." He took each of them by the hand and twirled them around so he could view their whole ensembles. "I approve completely. Y'all are each just missing one thing."

"What's that," Santana asked, eyeing herself in the mirror.

"Oh, nothing major. The only thing missing is one beautiful gay man on your arm to propel you into the stratosphere of fabulousness," he announced as he linked arms with each of them and escorted them out of the closet and into the bedroom where they grabbed Tina as she finished applying the blue eye shadow that complemented the blue, sparkly tank top she wore with a dark gray high-waisted flared skirt and black belt. Blaine led each of the ladies to the living room where everyone else was already dressed and waiting.

Puck began to vigorously shake his head when they descended the stairs and entered the room. He and Sam each wore similar ensembles of button down shirts and jeans. "No," he said flatly, "Go change."

"I think I look fine," Blaine said, smoothing out his deep red pants and straightening his matching bow-tie. He looked to Kurt for confirmation and Kurt nodded, slightly askewing the dark blue hat he wore to go along with his off-the shoulder black top.

"Not you," Puck said with a grin. "Them," he said pointing to the ladies of the group. "I'm not beating douchebags off of you three all night. I won't have it."

"No worries, Puckie," Santana said, giving him a pat to his cheek. "We can take care of ourselves, okay? If some jackass can't keep his hands to himself he'll be quickly acquainted with my fist."

"Fine, but so you know, just say the word and I will ruin a dude's life tonight. No problem."

The group split themselves between Puck and Tina's cars as they drove to the downtown area. They parked on the street and followed Puck as he led the way to a seedy-looking bar called Acid.

Puck seemed to get more excited by the moment as they got closer to the door. "You guys are going to love this club! There's never a line, the music is fucking phenomenal, and the drinks are dirt cheap."

"Which also means they're probably made with lighter fluid instead of alcohol," Kurt deadpanned.

"Oh lighten up, Kurt," Puck insisted, putting his arm around the shorter man. I know the place looks like kind of a shit hole, but it'll be fun I promise. Do it for me? Otherwise, you would have gotten all dressed up for nothing."

"Fine, Noah, but only because you're buying all the drinks, correct?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I promised you guys this weekend was on me and I meant it. Now let's go fuck some shit up," he said as they walked up to the tattooed bouncer waiting outside. The man immediately greeted Puck with a firm handshake before ushering all of them into the front door.

Walking through the door revealed a club entirely unlike the shabby setting outside. Colored lights flashed in every direction poorly illuminating the throbbing crowd of people on the dance floor and tucked into each corner of the open space. A large bar stood in the middle of the club housing several bartenders that moved expertly around the large square space serving drinks in every direction. The group walked in excitedly, Puck leading the way past one of many caged dancers dancing wildly to the loud music. They found a table large enough to accommodate their group while Puck, Sam, and Tina found their way to the bar. Santana and Blaine quickly became enamored with a pink haired dancer near their table who wore nothing but a tutu and well placed sequined pasties.

"Help me find the bathroom," Kurt said, pulling Mercedes into the crowd and through the dance floor. They passed their friends at the bar and made their way down a long hallway that led to four single-occupant unisex bathrooms. Mercedes waited while Kurt checked out the facilities. He came back out with a satisfied look on his face.

"They'll do," he announced, grabbing Mercedes hand and pulling her back down the hallway. Kurt never went into any bar or nightclub without first checking out the bathrooms. He figured that if by some coincidence he ended up completely wasted and was forced to handle his business in an inebriated state, he at least wanted to know that the facility was somewhat clean so he could decide just how much he wanted to drink.

"How glad are you that Puck and Blaine are pretty much head over heels for one another?" Mercedes asked as they made their way back down the corridor.

"I was actually nervous," Kurt admitted. "I thought they wouldn't get along. But I thought about it and I realized, Puck is one charming bastard and I already hate anyone who doesn't love Blaine so I guess it makes sense that they just clicked." Mercedes nodded and gave Kurt's hand a squeeze as they joined part of their group at the bar. Tina was leaning over the counter, hollering orders to a young bartender as he prepared a line of drinks and shots for the clique. Kurt stood on the other side of Puck and Mercedes settled herself between Sam and Puck.

"Is she going to get us kicked out?" Kurt asked Puck gesturing toward Tina.

"Nah, she's just wants to make sure you guys get something you like. That guy didn't even know how to make a whiskey sour, so she's just helping him out a little."

"I'd like to help him out a little," a passing girl remarked to her group of friends. No one responded to the comment or the group from which it came from until the girls began to surround them.

"I really love your eyes," a girl shouted into Puck's ear. "You're so fucking hot."

"Thanks," he replied passing drinks to Mercedes and Sam as Tina took them from the bartender.

"Do you wanna dance?" She asked, pushing her body against his.

Before he could answer, Tina whipped her head around, ignoring the girl and saying to Puck, "Hey you wanna go find a place to fuck?" He smiled and followed behind her as she walked toward their table with a tray of drinks and shots. The brunette woman rolled her eyes and switched her attention to Sam instead.

"What about you?" She asked running a finger down his body.

"No thanks," he said, immediately looking for Mercedes who was engrossed in a conversation with Kurt. Kurt pointed in his direction and Mercedes turned around to see the woman pulling him by the arm.

Mercedes raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of her, "If you want to dance, Sam, go ahead. I don't mind. It's just a dance."

"I really don't want to dance," Sam said, pulling away from the girl and taking a sip of his drink.

"Why not? We could have a really good time together, baby," she begged, laying her body against Sam's.

Mercedes gritted her teeth and took a large gulp of her drink before handing it off to Kurt. She didn't think she'd had quite enough to drink to go head-first into the throng of thrusting individuals but she couldn't leave Sam to suffer with the intoxicated woman. She took a deep breath and stepped between Sam and the drunken brunette. "Sam, would you like to dance with me?" She asked putting out her hand for him to take. He quickly downed the rest of his drink and followed Mercedes to the dance floor leaving the woman to call Mercedes' a bitch behind their backs. Sam turned to say something but Mercedes shrugged and dragged him into the crowd. She stole a quick glance back to the bar and saw Kurt was taking care of woman, as she expected him to do. Mercedes chuckled as she watched him wave his finger in her face as he spoke to her animatedly.

"Do you think they know we're gone?" Sam asked, his damp forehead resting against Mercedes'.

"I hope not," she said against his kiss-swelled lips. She puckered her mouth against his as she moved her hips in accord to the thumping beat of the heavy bass that blared throughout the club. The words to the fast song had followed them only so far as the long, dark hallway leading to the restrooms. Once they found themselves locked behind the heavy door of one of the bathrooms, the vocals of the song turned to no more than muffled noise not nearly loud enough to compete with the thundering bass. The couple decided to duck away from their friends after several rounds of drinks and grinding on the dance floor. It was Mercedes who grabbed Sam's hand and led him to them bathroom where she quickly pulled him into one of the rooms and locked the door behind him. Sam wasted no time in pulling her to him and once again taking the lips he'd been attached to for most of the night.

The hem of Mercedes skirt sat high on her hips, crumpled over her middle, the fault of Sam pressing himself against her and forcing the hem up as he slipped his fingers inside of her. He pushed in and out of her damp entrance rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand. One of Mercedes' shoes popped off when Sam lifted her leg and wrapped it high around his thigh when he began thrusting into her against the graffiti and photo-clad wall behind them. She clawed at a few of the already weathered photos before settling her hands on Sam's strong shoulders.

He removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, tasting her essence. She pulled his lips backs to hers and shared in the flavor, moaning as he sucked on her plump bottom lip.

"I dreamed about you last night," he drunkenly confessed into her mouth, licking her lips hungrily.

"What was I doing?" She asked sliding a hand down his body to cup the front of his protruding jeans.

"You were um," he hesitated as she unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock.

She paused and turned her attention back to him, "I was...?"

He grinned, kissing her again. "You were sucking my dick, baby, and it was amazing."

Mercedes didn't respond as she pushed him away from her and he let her leg down. She put her palms to his chest and pivoted the two of them so that Sam's back was against the wall. She dropped to her knees without a word and took his rigid cock into her mouth. She started with the head, swirling her tongue around his reddened tip and sucking slightly before descending slowly down the length of him. Focusing on his cock, she grazed over his balls with her fingers and massaged his shaft the same way she did in his dream. His thoughts bunched together and his heart raced as nothing but breathless moans flew out of his mouth.

"Look at me, Sammy," she urged. "Was it better in your dreams?"

He shook his head as his body began to tremble, he could feel himself reaching his peak sooner than he wanted to. The thoughts of the Mercedes he'd dreamed about, ready to fuck him next to their sleeping friend coupled with the Mercedes who had no qualms about dropping to her knees to pleasure him in a public bathroom.

She stopped suddenly and stood back up. He didn't even think to object and instead readied himself to give Mercedes what both of them wanted. Mercedes didn't have to tell him what she wanted, Sam already knew. He quickly yanked her panties from her body and moved her against the sink. He pulled a condom from his wallet and quickly covered himself. He watched as she rubbed her pussy, waiting for him to come to her. Pulling her head back by her ponytail, he forced her to watch the two of them in the spotty mirror as he descended into her, pumping into her slowly at first gripping her ass as he slid further in. He pulled himself back out and angled downward to push against her spot, picking up speed as her moans became louder.

"So good," she whimpered as she lost the battle to keep her eyes on the mirror. Sam moved in and out of her persistently until he felt her walls clenching around his dick and her body heaving beneath him. He thrust into her once more, letting go of his load in the process. He shook against her, finally collapsing and pressing idle kisses against her back.

"Have you seen my undies?" Mercedes asked as they began to right their clothes. Sam smirked guiltily as he stuffed the black garment into his pocket. "Sam!" she shrieked, stomping her foot. "Give them back."

"Why? You don't need them."

"And you do?"

"I want something to remember you by just in case you decide to drop me once we get home."

"Don't I get something from you then?"

"I'll find something for you, honey."

Mercedes rolled her eyes and decided to let go of the argument in favor of fixing herself up. Once they were presentable, they left the bathroom and made their way back to the table where Blaine had somehow found his way into the cage where the tutu-wearing dancer once stood. Tina and Puck cheered him on as he danced while Santana kept Kurt busy on the dance floor.

When the colored lights transitioned into white ones and the DJ said her goodbyes over a fading slow track, the group gathered themselves and meandered back to their vehicles. Puck and Tina got everyone back to Puck's home safely where they partied for a little while longer before falling asleep wherever they landed. Puck ended up in the guest bed flanked by Blaine and Santana while Tina and Kurt sprawled across Puck's king-sized bed. Sam fell out on the couch with Mercedes snuggled on top of his chest. He drifted in and out of his sleep as she stirred on top of him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against his chest. "I didn't mean to wake you."

He yawned, pulling her tighter against him. He stoked her back, his eyes closed and waiting for sleep to come again. "It's okay babe. You should get some sleep." She nodded and closed her eyes. Silence enveloped them for a few minutes before she spoke again.

"I'm not going to drop you," she said faintly.

"What?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

She pushed herself up slightly and looked into his eyes. "When we get home," she explained, "I'm not going to drop you. I wouldn't do that to you. I lo-"

"I know, Mercy," he said, pulling her to him in a deep kiss. "Me too."

Good times, right? These people are kind of crazy but I love them wholeheartedly and I hope you do too. Let me know your thoughts in the review section. You guys literally give me life with every comment. Thanks for reading. See you soon!