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Chapter 11

Sam's pov

Sitting on my siblings' bed, I fiddled with my guitar until I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I was greeted with Mercy's smiling face. Her eyes were alight and she was practically beaming. "Hey, sexy, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, stepping aside to let her in.

She looked around. "Where is everyone?"

"Out. It gets a little cramped cooped up in here, so they took the kids out for a night of fun," I explained, closing the door before wrapping her in my arms and capturing her lips with mine. Mercy seemed to be pulling back, but I kept moving forward, and I wound up trapping her against the wall with my hands on either side of her.

"Sam," she said turning her face away from me to speak.

"Hmm?" I asked, nipping at her neck.

"I have news!"

"And I have the place to myself," I told her as I toyed with the hem of her shirt attempting to lift it.

Mercedes grabbed my hands. "Hey, listen, this is important." I looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. "I had auditions today and…" she paused, "I don't know how to say this. I should have prepared. Oh God I'm rambling and being awkward again." Mercedes took a breath and announced, "I want you as my guitarist."

I didn't hear her right. "What did you just say?"

"I want you as my guitarist. I want you on tour with me. I want you to play shows with me. I want you to be a part of my band."

"Why?" I asked, knowing this had to be less about skill and more about charity. Mercedes had never heard me play.

Her smile faltered and she frowned. "What do you mean why?"

"I mean is this charity? You have no idea if I can play or not."

"Sam, you own a guitar," she pointed out.

I shrugged. "So, I could be learning."

"You sing on the streets."

It was my turn to be shocked. I stepped back from her, putting some distance between us. "Who told you that?"

"No one. I…I…heard you. You were singing Who I Am, and you had an amazing guitar solo. The week after that, you sang Waiting on the World to Change. Just a couple of days ago, you sang Gravity. You have an amazing voice. If you ever sang to me, I would melt. And your hands when you strum those guitar strings just…" She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She'd heard me sing and play, and she thought I was good – no scratch that – amazing. She also liked my hands and from the looks of it she's having some very dirty thoughts right about now. I wanted to think dirty and part of my brain was on that track, but the sensible part felt my heart swelling. This girl had heard me play almost every week for three weeks straight.

"Why haven't you ever mentioned singing?"

"Because I didn't want you to think that I wanted fame from you. I didn't want you to think that I was using you for your name," I admitted honestly.

"Oh, Sammy, no. If it's something you love, try to pursue your dreams."

"Mercy, I'm poor. How can I even dream that big? I can barely make ends meet now."

"Everyone has to start somewhere, Sam. So…will you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"Be my guitarist? I want you," she begged.

"I'll have to talk to my parents, but as for the wanting me part, I'm right here." I smirked and watched her roll her eyes though she walked toward me, fisting my shirt in both hands to pull me closer. Amused, I looked down at her. "You think you're ready for this?" I body rolled against her.

"Do you think you can get my bra off this time?"

Touching my lips to hers in a lingering kiss, my hand snaked up the back of her shirt. With one hand, like the girls showed me, I unhooked her bra in record time and she gasped. My hands came around to the front of her shirt, sliding under her bra so that I could cup her breasts. Mercedes bit her lip as my thumbs brushed over her nipples. I began kneading her soft flesh and the sounds she was making were like music to my ears. I tried not to get caught up in my own mind, wondering if she liked it or not and just listen to her responses.

"Sam," she whimpered when I lifted her shirt so that my mouth could replace my hand. I sucked her now hardened nub into my mouth and her back arched away from the wall.

Oh yea, she liked it, I thought, spurring me on with confidence. My finger tips brushed down her sides as I asked, "So, baby, you like the way I make sweet music with my guitar?" Mercedes bit her lip once more, nodding. I started unbuttoning her jeans as I said, "I can strum something else and it's guaranteed that I'll hear some sweet music." I unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her body. "Can I try?"

"Please," she said no louder than a whisper as she took my hand, placing it between her legs. I caressed her, and I felt her slightly tremble. As I repeated the action, she moaned, but that wasn't good enough. I wouldn't stop until she practically sang. Moving her panties aside, my fingers slowly swept across her nether lips and her hips moved in anticipation, wanting more.

My thumb brushed over her most sensitive bundle of nerves and she cried out. Again, I repeated my action, but she clamped down on her mouth, muffling her moans. "Oh no, baby, I wanna hear you sing for Sammy," I told her before dropping to my knees and using my tongue.

I was completely inexperienced in this area, but the advice from Britt and Tana, plus Mercy's moans telling me what she wanted more of, helped. Licking and sucking on her clit granted me my wish when I felt her body tense and heard that musical cry of pleasure escape her as she flooded me with her juices.

"Oh wow," Mercy said, leaning back against the wall riding out her climax.

I stood, licking my lips. "I knew I could make some beautiful music with these fingers, and this tongue."

"I don't wanna make music. I wanna hear some animalistic sounds," she said, her eyes staring at the bulge in my shorts.

"A freak in the sheets and a lady in the streets. That's what I'm talking about, baby."

She laughed, but never took her eyes off my crotch. "Boy, shut up. I –"

We both drew our attention to the window, as lights flashed. It was my parents and siblings coming back. Mercy quickly pulled up her pants, and I helped her with her bra and shirt. She gave me a peck and asked, "What about you?"

"We can handle me later. I can't be your guitarist if they think it's code for something else." I smirked, before heading the bathroom to splash some water on my face in hopes to cool down.

I heard Mercy say hello to my family before excusing herself to leave. It took me a few minutes to get her off my mind and to calm little Sammy down but I did, and I set my mind to telling my parents about the job offer of a lifetime.

Mercedes's POV

I hadn't heard from Sam all night, and I worried that his parents had said no. It was really early, and I knew that it was up to me to make these calls. I had insisted on letting everyone know personally. So I got up early to make my calls. I chose Artie first seeing as he already knew his fate.

I heard him answer and swear under his breath. "This better be good. Who doesn't know it's six a.m.!" More shuffling happened before he said, "Hello?"

"Is that anyway to greet your wifey, sir?"

"Sorry just woke up. I didn't know you heard all that, the phone fell. What's up?"

"Can you meet me at my place tonight? I want us all to get together and mingle."

"Sho 'nuff, sexy. Anything for you."

Heat rose in cheeks and I was smiling. Artie was such a charmer. "Boy, go back to sleep and I'll see you tonight."

My next call was to Finn. He picked up on the first ring. "Give me good news, gorgeous," Finn said.

I laughed. "Well, my little drummer boy, can you be at my place tonight to meet the rest of the crew?"

"Cedes, you and I both know I'm a giant, but I'll be there with bells on."

"Finn, you better where clothes or you'll scare the rest of the band off! Invite Kurt as well and we'll make it a party," I told him before hanging up.

The next call was to Joe, who also knew his fate as well. "Hello?" a sing-song female voice answered.

"Hi, this is Mercedes Jones. I was hoping to speak to Joe Hart."

"Mercedes Jones! I am such a fan!" the girl squealed.

"Thanks," I said before the phone was handed off to Joe. I couldn't help the frown that crossed my features because that voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"This is Joe."

"Hi, Joe…I don't really mean to pry, but who was I speaking with just a few seconds ago?"

"My wife. Her name is Sunshine. She goes by Sunshine Corazon on her –"

"Youtube videos!" I finished for him. "I think it's cute that her stage name is only a modified version of her actual name. Your last name is Hart, and Corazon is the Spanish word for heart! Tell your wife I'm a big fan. I've watched all of her videos. Her voice is nothing short of perfection." I was dancing around the house, fangirling when I realized that I needed to get a grip and be professional. "I was calling to ask if you could join us for sort of a meet and greet at my place tonight at 8? Your wife is invited as well."

"We will be there!" he assured.

The last calls I would have to make would be for Tina and Quinn. Neither of them knew that they were in yet, so I prepared myself for squeals. The phone rang for a while, before someone picked up. "Can I speak to Quinn Fabray?" I asked.

"This is she…"

"This is Mercedes Jones. I'm calling to let you know that you've got the job."

"I got the job!" she screamed. "T, I got the job!"

"Is Tina there with you?" I asked, hoping to kill two squealing birds with one stone.

"She is! Would you like to speak to her?"

The phone was handed off, and I said, "Welcome aboard as well, Tina!"

More squealing ensued until I asked about meeting up tonight. "Tina and I had plans but they're as good as broken now! We will see you later tonight!" Quinn answered.

This next call I didn't even have to make because Sam called me. "Well, hello, stranger," I answered.

"Hello, beautiful. I've got good news. I can tour with you, if you still want me to."

"Sammy, that's the best news I've heard all day! Really? Your parents are cool?"

"Well, I'll be 18 in a couple of months and they want me to live my life. They still want to talk to Will and your dad though," he informed, and I knew he had a frown on his face.

"Don't worry. They are just being overprotective parents. Listen, you're off tonight, right? Can you come over and meet the guys?"

"Like a party?"

"Yeah. I have to move it into the main house though. There are far too many people coming for me to have it in the pool house."

"Sure. You need some help setting up? I can come over…or I can just come over. I miss you."

"You saw me yesterday…"

"Baby, I saw a lot of you yesterday," his voice got low, seducing me with every syllable.

"Don't start. Just come over."

After hanging up with him, I went over to the main house to talk to my father. I made my way straight to his office, but I didn't find him at all. I found my mother. We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. It had been a while since I'd even spoken to the woman, and in all honesty, I didn't want to speak to her now. "Mercedes, how are you?" she asked curtly.

"I'm great."

"Saw your interview with that boy."

"It was a great interview. We really had fun. Where's Dad?"

"He's out."

"Oh, well, I'm just letting you know I'll be having a party for my band in the elaborate, yet never used ballroom."

The look on my mother's face was priceless. "Band…did your father pick the band members without my notice?"

"No, Mama, I picked them."

"Any names that I know?" she inquired.

I shrugged. "Finn Hudson and Sam."

She frowned. "Carole's son? I suppose I can be okay with that, but there is no way in Hell I'm allowing that boy to weasel his way into not only your life but your career."

I kept reminding myself that she was my mother and I shouldn't say cross words to her, but this was my career. I was almost of age to make my own decisions. "Mother, you don't have to allow it. It's already happening. Sam is my boyfriend, and though I haven't said one single word to him about this, I think I may be falling for him. He's already in my life. He neither asked, nor did he know about being in the band until I approached him."

"Honey, I know you want to make your own decisions, but think about your career. Think about the choices you are making," she pleaded.

I took a calming breath, and tried really hard to measure my next words so they wouldn't hurt. "Mama, I love you because you gave me life and I know I always will, but you need to take three steps to the left and take a seat. Will is my manager, Dad is my overseer and you are just my mother. Thank you for your concern. If you had legitimate reasons and valid points other than the fact that 'it's Sam' I would actually take it under consideration."

"I'm going to talk to your father about this."

I just shrugged and walked out of the room. My mother sure knew how to be a kill joy to any situation. I walked outside and back toward to pool house to the smiling face of the boy she disliked so much. There was no way I'd ever see how or why she disliked Sam so. He was the sweetest guy I knew.

As I walked into his embrace and he gently caressed my cheek, I realized that Sam represented everything she could never be.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Next chapter we will delve into how this group meshes together! I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts. And thanks as always for the reviews past, present and future!