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As per usual: I do not own glee but if I did Samcedes would be together forever, would have their own spinoff and we'd get to see Sam's natural brown hair!


Mercedes POV

Tuesday March 12th

Since I've seen that video of Sam playing guitar I've probably... you know... more times than ever. Every time I think about him I just get a surge of warmth throughout my body and the only way to stop the discomfort is to, well masturbate.

Yes. There. I said it, ok? Happy? Good. Pretty much all of us do it so no need to be all weird about it. Us girls should learn to be ok with expressing our sexuality and a healthy and safe way.

Now, besides this, being the horoscope buff that I am I've been trying to guess when Sam's birthday to see if we're compatible astrologically. I mean obviously we are, but I want to know which one he is. Yes, I know it's a 'faux science' but that doesn't stop it from being fun. As a Leo, I'm only really compatible (romantically) with Aquarius, Aries, Sagittarius, and Libra's and then down the line from there. Sam kind of strikes me as an Aquarius but I just can't find a good excuse to ask when his birthday is!

Why am I so damn awkward? On a side note, this is the last week before spring break, which I'd normally be happy about, but because it starts on March 18th I won't be able to hang out with Carrie too much because she goes to public school and their spring break isn't until April. That and I won't see Sam for two weeks! Which is seriously painful to think about.

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On Monday I found out that Mr. Schaffer isn't going to give us a test this Friday! Which is the best thing he could do because I've been dreading another Schaffer test since the last one, which I only got a 73 (but it's a huge improvement since that fabulous 60 I got on the midterm.) Otherwise there isn't much else to report for Monday, although Tina and Mike are starting to get more serious as they are approaching their one-month anniversary.

I asked her over the weekend if Mike had been pressuring her and luckily for him (otherwise I would've verbally kicked his ass); he has been really patient because although they are both virgins, Mike is the first guy Tina has ever dated. But today's Tuesday and Tina and I are going to walk to my mom's office so we have some more alone time to talk before tutoring.

We get out of Mandarin and get our stuff before she kisses Mike goodbye and we start walking up Broadway. "Do we have time to stop at Sephora before you see ze tutor?" Tina asks in a horrible Russian accent, "Girl, you need to work on that accent!" I say laughing, "I wish, but probably not and I like to get there early enough to get my bearings. I've been kind of awkward for the last week because of that intense stare down on the 1st." "Girl," Tina says sassily, "You need to calm yo tits. It's no big deal and even if it was he's too old for you!" I give her a pouty face that draws attention from some random creeper.

"DA-YUM, I love me a good swirl. Both of y'all can get it." I laugh until he starts thrusting at us, which leads to me have to drag a cursing Tina across the street. "Guys like that deserve to have their dicks cut off and served to them on a platter." "Woah there girl! Way to channel your inner Santana! Yes, he was a dick but we need not stoop to his level. Besides...there probably wouldn't be that much to cut off anyway." We both bust out laughing and continue up Broadway. Soon we cross Canal and pass the likes of Topshop, Bloomingdales and Sephora, which Tina salivates but its approaching 4:30 and we have to hurry our Asses up.

"Come on girl! I love these stores as much as you but we-well I can't be late. I promise we'll go shopping one day kay?" "Alright," she responds, "Speaking of tutoring, can I meet Sam?" "Of course, that was part of the reason why you came with me! Be prepared to be struck down by his awesomeness." Tina laughs, "Ok, but once again I only have eyes for a one Mike Chang."

"Oh, how could I possibly forget?" I say smirking, "If you don't mind me asking...how far have you guys gotten?" "Girl please, I'm no prude. But..." She lowers her voice, although I'm pretty sure the people of New York City don't care what Tina does with her boyfriend. "I've given him a hand job. He's pretty well hung too."

"Ok! TMI! But congrats girl. You've graduated from the super-never done anything virgins. Population: Mercedes Jones and everyone under 13. I haven't even kissed anyone! I mean if you don't count my kindergarten boyfriend. But seriously no dates, no kissing, no boyfriends, no nothing!" Tina stops me and gives me a hug. "It's ok girl, not much longer. You've got college to find a meaningful relationship, or sleep around, safely of course. Or both! Just hopefully not at the same time."

I laugh as we head into my mom's office, the guard has known me forever so lets me and Tina upstairs without me even showing my NYU ID. Its only 5 and Tina and I stop by my mom's desk. "Hey mom!" I say tossing down my coat while I get out my math things. "Hey girls." She says giving us both hugs. "Tina are you here to see the show?" My mom says laughing. "You bet!" I stare at them, mortified. "You guys are psychos."

Sam POV

Tuesday March 12th

5:00pm

The heavy bass of The Black Angels 18 Years, resounds throughout Sam's headphones.

She's got control of you and you love it

Controlling the pain of you with the palm of her hand
Well she's got control of you and you need it
She comes in red with a Lenin dress
Who knew?

Sam takes a second to really listen to the lyrics and thinks about how the song is titled.

Then it hits him.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but it totally seems like this song is talking about a guy who is in love with a girl under 18...Holy. Shit.

Sam turns off his music and rips off his headphones. There's just no way... Sam just stop thinking about her. Blaine and Artie have totally corrupted you with all this Mercedes talk. I really need to listen Will about not getting so...close to her. I mean she's great and all but it just couldn't work. I need some coffee. Sam walks up to Think Coffee and grabs a large Iced Coffee.

Sam tastes the coffee. Dammit! Not sweet enough. God, I miss Seattle Coffee. Sam goes to the side counter to add more sugar. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam sees a cute blond smile at him. He smiles back but he realizes he is no way attracted to her. She's just so skinny. Not like... God Sam get a grip!

I glance at my phone. I guess its time to head over to tutoring. Sam gives up on trying to make his coffee sweeter and cluelessly walks past a slew of staring girls.

The coffee shop is only a couple of blocks away from Mercedes' mom's office and soon I'm walking into the office and into where Mercedes and I work.

5:26pm

She's not there yet and I contemplate which stool to sit on. Should I pick the stool closer to where she usually sits or should I give her space? Will she be freaked out if I try to sit closer to her? Of course she will, best to give her some space.

All of a sudden I see a breathless Mercedes rounding around the corner to the space we sit. She stops abruptly when she sees me, and her large round eyes widen. I guess she wasn't expecting me to be here yet? Am I too early? No, its 5:30. Behind her is a slightly taller young looking Asian girl who seems to be on the verge of laughing. "Oh! Hey! SamthisisTina,TinaSam. Shehastogonowberightback!"

"Hi" I say raising my hand in acknowledgement, slightly bewildered. "Bye!" yells Mercedes' friend as Mercedes pushes her from view. I shake my head smiling. Hmm, I wonder what that was about? That Mercedes is something else.

Mercedes POV

5:20pm

"Ahhh, you two are so gross! Mom, I told you that it's not like that." Tina raises her brow at this, I throw her a dark look, "And Tina…You know better!" "Oh please," she says smirking. My mom intervenes, "Why don't you two get some snacks from the kitchen before he gets here."

"Good idea," I say dragging Tina with me to the kitchen. As soon as we're safely out of earshot she asks, "Now what was that about? You and I both know you have a thing for Sam. While I am semi-proud of you for making sure you stay in friend territory because he is 5 years older than you; I also know, that you are downright crushing on his blonde ass!"

"He's actually more of a dirty blond…" I say trying to avoid the conversation. "Mercedes!" "Ugg, fine," I say grabbing a bag of pita chips, offering Tina some. "Listen, I do like him. But I'm also trying not to put off that impression because all it's going to lead me to is heart break." Tina gives me a long look as she munches on the pita chips. " I understand what you're saying, but it's kind of inevitable that you're going to fall for him. You're tutoring with him for the rest of the school year right?"

"Ummm…Yes?" "Oh God. Well we're going to have to finish talking about this later, look" She gestures to the time on the microwave: 5:28pm. "Omigod!" I say chugging down a cup of water, tossing the cup into the recycling. "Finish eating! I had planned for us to be sitting there when he got there so it would be less awkward than if he were already there! He's never late come on, if we're lucky he won't be there yet."

"Wait I haven't finished these yet!" Says Tina gesturing to the small bag of pita chips. "Finish them on the train! Do you want to meet him or not?" "Yes," she sighs putting them in her bag. "Then lets go!" I say opening the door gesturing for her to go out, out of habit I start fixing my clothes and patting down my hair. "Stop it girl, you're beautiful." I stick my tongue out at her as I lead her back into the office.

Please don't let Sam be here yet, please don't let Sam be here yet. Please- I stop abruptly as I round the corner and see Sam sitting at the high table looking out the window. I'm at a loss for words. He looks great, as usual. He's wearing a red and white plaid shirt with dark denim jeans rolled at the cuff with brown leather vans. My brain suddenly scrambles and I blurt out, "Oh! Hey! SamthisisTina,TinaSam. Shehastogonowberightback!"

I hear Tina sputtering behind me and I push her back around the corner and speed walk to the elevator. She's full on laughing by the time the elevator gets to the 7th floor, "I am so telling Mike this." "I don't see what's so funny!" I say as the elevators close, I hear Tina's laugh ring out as the elevator descends. She's right. I just acted like I total mess in front of him. He probably thinks I'm a freak. With that I head into the office and see Sam sipping on iced coffee.

Something in my brain switches because I automatically say confidently, "Every time I see you, you're drinking coffee." I say with a slight laugh. He turns around and smiles. "It's an addiction. I'm also from Washington." Instead of sitting down one seat away from him as I normally do, I sit right next to him.

Holy shit! Omigod, why'd I just do that? He doesn't seem to mind though. "How could I forget? My mom actually worked next door to the first Starbucks in the Pike Place Market." He sucks on the straw looking at me, "Really? That's cool, I think I've only been to that location once because it's always filled with tourists." "Too true… Anyway, um Math?" "Right," he says abruptly.

I was not prepared for what sitting right next to Sam would entail for my body. Because I'm so close to him, he's practically my own personal heater. Besides that, his natural musk, which is unbelievably sexy and unlike that Axe shit half the guys at school spray; is permeating the air. Oh god, I can hardly think straight. Our elbows are practically touching and I struggle not to pull away.

What makes everything worse is that today, I decided to wear my royal blue, heavily wired and supportive, but very mesh bra by Princess Tam-Tam. It's nowhere near cold in our small space, but my normally underactive nipples decide to make an appearance.

No way, not now. They poke uncomfortably through my uniform shirt and every time I move my body slightly the friction they cause shoots straight to the building heat between my thighs. I shift on the stool a lot rubbing my tight covered thighs together, which causes Sam to move his elbow as I continue to work on the problem at hand. I picked the worst day to wear a skirt. I hope he can't smell me, God that would be horrible. I try to concentrate but every feeling is so amplified, which makes it impossible to finish the questions.

Sam's warm voice breaks through my lust filled haze. "Having some issues?" I look up into his green eyes. Fuck yeah I do. "What?" I croak, my mouth dry. "Um," he picks up his drink and sucks on the nonexistent coffee and shakes the cup causing the ice to rattle. "Damn," he says looking at the empty cup. "Are you having issues with the question?" "Yeah," I say pretty much captivated by his presence. "May I?" He says gesturing to my pencil; I give it to him. "How about you try something like this?" He turns his body towards me, just close enough to my knees but not close enough to touch them.

His body takes up a lot of space, and while he is teetering on the line of invading of personal space I just want him to take the leap. So I would know that I'm not the only one that's dying of lack of touch. His head is down as he concentrates on explaining the problem to me and occasionally looks up to check if I understand. "I think…" I start to say, he looks up into my eyes and my pussy bursts into flames. His green eyes bore into mine and I can't help but notice his semi-dilated pupils. No way…this has to be because the Sun is setting. After what seems like forever, I swallow hard and look out the window, observing how the sky's colors have changed. I start again in softer tone, "I think I get it thanks."

"Yeah, no problem." He says, "I had the chance to look over everything else, they look good." I can see out of the corner of my eyes that he's looking at me but I continue to look out the window. After a while, he looks out the window too and we both observe the city, in all of its raw glory. I start back on my work and struggle to cross my legs under the table to calm my burning heat. Why is this happening to me? I can't remember the last time I was this turned on by a guy. It's no fair; especially when there is no way he feels this way about me.

"I think we're out of time," says Sam standing up quickly. "Ok," I say looking into his beautiful eyes again. Why do I continue to torture myself? He looks away, grabbing his stuff and throwing out his long finished iced coffee into the trash. He grabs his coat, "See you Friday." "Right, bye." He gives me another look before raising his hand in departure.

For the next 20 minutes I stare at the stool where he sat, until my mom comes to get me to leave. Yup, I'm screwed.

Sam POV

6:40pm

I'm practically being tortured here. Everything I could've ever thought was right or wrong morally has suddenly become so unclearly defined I can't take it. I feel so drawn to her but it's because there's something wrong with me right? It's not right that I'm attracted to her the way I am. Sam absent-mindedly rides the train to his apartment, he doesn't realize until he gets home that he's been wearing his headphones without playing any music.

Only Blaine and Artie are there when he gets in. "Hey guys, where's Will?" Blaine responds, "Out, with some weird chick he met at Food Emporium." "People still shop there? There is a such thing as Trader Joe's" "That's what I said!" Says Artie exasperated.

"Well at least it's just us tonight. So we can grill you about how tutoring went." I avoid both of their judging eyes; "I'm really not in the mood for this right now." "We're just fucking with you man," says Blaine. "We'll try to fuck off a little bit, especially since you and Will seem to be having such a hard time right now. Want to watch The Walking Dead on Netflix? We gotta catch up because the season is almost over."

"Yeah sure, I'm just going to catch a shower and we can make a night of it." I head to my room to drop off all my shit before heading to the bathroom. I take off my clothes, and even then I still feel Mercedes' scent linger on my skin. She always smells nice, unlike me. But something was different today, kind of stronger? It's probably just my imagination. I inhale deeply and look at myself in the mirror, trying to collect my thoughts. I see my pale green-eyed scruffy face looking back at me and close my eyes.

Immediately visions of her smiling brown face fill my mind and I will my body to calm down. God, I'm never going to be able to jack off again without feeling like the biggest creep in the universe. I take a quick shower trying to avoid touching my dick too much, I get out, throw on a shirt and some basketball shorts and see Artie and Blaine taking Chinese takeout out of a bag. Artie gestures to one of the untouched takeout boxes. "We got your favorite, pay us back later." "Thanks guys" I say sitting down on our IKEA couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table as Blaine gets up to turn on The Walking Dead.


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