Sam's eyes met Mercedes' in the restroom mirror and he felt his heart clench in reaction to the look in those deep chocolate eyes reflecting back at him. She was all Siren as she fixed him with a stare and said flatly 'This is the women's bathroom.'The incongruous statement brought the ghost of a smirk to his lips and he shrugged. 'Since when has that bothered me?' he asked, memories of the girls' bathroom at McKinley exploding into his mind..of warm, lazy kisses silencing feverish, girlish protests..of the girl who would become the Siren, head thrown back, smooth neck exposed.

Mercedes shook her head, completely and utterly, beyond all human scope of comprehension, pissed. 'Get out, I don't want to talk to you..I just want you away from me. She turned around finally looking at him directly in the eye instead of through the mirror. 'The whole friends with benefits thing isn't going to work. We should just cut contact' The words hung in the air, stark, final.

He frowned advancing in her, panic beginning to flow freely through his veins. She couldn't end this..she could't.. 'What the hell?' he stopped in front of her, hand tunnelling through his hair nervously. 'Why the hell isn't it working out?Cut contact? You're crazy…We can't cut contact..'

She moved abruptly away, folding her arms across her chest, striving for calm. "It just isn't. I mean, you seem to have your hands full with Quinn…," pause, "We can finish the duet alright, if that's what you're worried about."

'This is about the kiss isn't it?' he stepped in front of her again, cornering her no intention of letting her go. 'Fuck the duet, this is about us,'

She was caged, run to ground, backed up against the wall with nowhere to go and her rage boiled over, "What the fuck do you think?! US? There is not us you proved that shit on the red carpet when you kissed my best friend right in front of my face asshole. This is stupid. I'm over it. Go fuck that birdbitch Emma for all I care!"

Seeing her face, the hurt she was so desperately trying to hide, his heart sank, realising just what a grade A son of a bitch he had been...he had hurt her, on purpose in a moment of anger and now the piper was calling to collect his payment. He braced both hands either side of her head leaning in close to tell her 'There will always be an us whether you like it or not. You drove me to it! You let that fucker hold you in his arms on the red carpet. This is not over. You know why? Because just like I can't stop wanting you, you can't stop wanting me. And I'm not gonna fuck Emma…stop bringing her up!' He was fucking this up, the words were just spilling from his mouth unchecked, ratcheting up the anger between them a few more notches and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was his own worst victim..

Trying to break eye contact, she rallied her defences, shored her anger and squared her shoulders, ready to fight. 'Just leave it alright. And I did not drive you to anything. I told you why I was going with Jason. Did I kiss him out there? NO! But you kissed Quinn and had the nerve to look me in the face afterwards- jerk,' trying to push past him, "I don't care what my body wants, it isn't worth the humiliation...' She was desperately trying not to get emotional but it seemed a losing battle as she finished 'Just leave me alone Sam.

He was losing her..if he didn't do something in the next couple of seconds she'd be gone and he wouldn't stand another hope in hell of getting close to her..not in this lifetime at least. His hands grasped her hips, effectively stopping her and he backed her relentlessly up against the wall, pressing his body close . 'I don't care. You're mine Cedes…you know that…What you did out there...the way he touched you..the way he smiled, it made me crazy jealous...and I shouldn't have reacted but I did. And I'm sorry, you have to believe me but I 'm not letting you go, I can't let you go.'

She was trying so hard not to react, so hard to control her traitorous body but damn him he was breaking her walls down, storming through her defences..the look in his eyes too intense and she tried to look away, body suffused with the warmth that always spread through it whenever he was close. 'I'm not anyone's," she said unbelievably, looking him in the eye finally, 'Why do you care? You just want to keep hurting me,' she whispered, throat tight and raw.

He bent his head so his lips brushed the shell of her ear, relishing the small shiver he saw run through her small frame. 'You're mine...The way you scream my name as you come around me says you're mine. Of course I care..' he kissed the exposed skin of her collarbone, sighing at the sweet taste, unable to help himself. 'I want you like no other..'

She closed her eyes to the feel of his breath on her ear, subconsciously wrapping a leg around him as her body reacted to his kiss/ 'You're not playing fair..' she whimpered, threading a hand through the golden strands of his hair prompting a brilliant smile to light across his features.

He smiled against the sweetest skin he had ever known answering 'When it comes to you, Mercedes I never play fair. I'm not the same wet behind the ears boy you knew. I'm Sam Evans, the guy that knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it…No matter who I'm with on that red carpet…I'm yours in here, where it counts,' one hand touching his heart whilst the other hand reached around to grab her ass lifting her against him, rolling his hips into hers in a slow,sinfully seductive rhythm.

She desperately tried to ignore his words concerning his heart, to reign her foolish heart in, telling herself the words were meaningless, empty.. but no power in the verse could have stopped the moan she let out in response to him grabbing her ass and pulling her flush against him.' "Fuck, you really don't play fair Sammy," she says before kissing him deeply, and fully, pouring out all of her desire in that kiss before pulling back breathlessly. "Don't fucking kiss other girls, or I'm not doing this anymore." she said raggedly before succumbing to the heat of the drugging, soul shaking kiss.

He kissed her back, mouth hot and rough against hers, hand moving around to cup her core. 'I'm done playin', Mercedes. I'm all about the havin' now…and I'm going to have you…I'm not going to kiss other girls just like you're not gonna let other guys out their arms around you..' The look in his eyes was dangerous and she knew he was deadly serious..no other guys..as if she could anyway..not when she had him..

She keened softly as he brushed his hand over her sex, wanting less fabric between them. She nodded in response as she bit her lip looking into his intense eyes, 'You want me? You can have me…okay. I won't let other guys put their arms around me,' she told him winding her arms around his neck, tightly, her hips starting to move against him in a rhythm as old as time.'What do you want to do with me Sammy?'

Sam hiked up her dress up slightly, as his fingers crept underneath, thumbing slow circles around her clit through her panties. 'I intend to have you, baby make no mistake,' He whispered as his other hand cupped her breast, thumb strumming over her nipple lightly. 'I'm going to make you scream baby..I want to make you scream..' He couldn't stop kissing her, tasting the soft lips he had dreamed of for so long..the ones that featured in his dreams with frightening regularity over the past six years and he finally managed to pull back, breathing hard. 'We need to get out of here Mercy, or I'll end up taking you on the restroom counter and I really want a bed to do all the things I want to do to you,' the words were rough, bitten out..made stark with want.

She tried to bite back a low moan as Sam touched her, his fingers playing her like a fine instrument letting her know he was the maestro and he was damned well conducting a concierto from which there would be no escape ,nothing to protect her..him..them from the crescendo set to crash over them...'We should go..' she agreed breathlessly..turning around and backing her ass against his crotch, grinding a slow, hot rhythm against him..'We should definitely go..' she whispered with a wicked smile.

She was being a temptress, a succubus he thought hazily as she rubbed excruciatingly slowly against him, making him bite his lip hard to maintain focus on his goal of getting them out of there. His hands tightened on her hips, nearly swinging her around to lift her onto the counter and take her there but struggling for control he pulled back groaning. He laced his fingers through hers pulling her towards the door urgently..now driving hell for leather towards one destination and one destination only..her bed..her body..'We really should Miss Jones…you don't want to be leaving her with a thoroughly fucked look, we'll keep that for later, and just for me,' he muttered against her ear as they exited into the now empty lobby.. She smiled back, feeing the throb between her legs heighten unbearably as they stepped out through a side door into the parking lot. 'Yeah..just for you..' she whispered quietly into the cool night air, the vow slipping unnoticed into the darkness of the night.


Later the same night:

Moonlight shone through the open window of Mercedes' bedroom, illuminating a silky smooth brown arm belonging to the body that currently was spooning against him. The day had been crazy, the premier had brought hidden emotions-anger, jealousy, hurt..love all to the fore, and he was just glad for this quiet time with her, that just belonged to him alone/He loved this time of the night, when he could curve his body around hers and hold her while she slept. No anger, no stress, no guards up..just him and her in the stillness of the night. He pressed a kiss to the silky tresses his fingers were currently stroking. Hearing her steady and regular breathing echoing in the still air, he was convinced she was asleep. Kissing the skin of her bare shoulder he told her quietly as he had for the past two nights 'I love you Cedes. I love you so much..more than anything…Never stopped..I couldn't..because after 6 years..it's still the same..you're my everything..my home..'

Mercedes lay in Sam's arms content in their position as she relished in the feeling of his touch. She couldn't help but enjoy moments like this. Where she could be in his arms and forget, for some moments, the hurt feelings that remained between the two of them. She could forget the drama and pretend that she had been able to lie next to him like this for the past six years- even if it weren't true. Even if she doubted if he truly loved her as deeply as she had once loved him- as she still did now. With her eyes closed and feeling completely relaxed she began to drift further into sleep. That is until she heard Sam begin to whisper. Had he just said he loved her? Had he just said…he loved her so much? No, that couldn't be right. Why would he say that now after everything that had happened? Her mind was thrown into a tailspin but she tried to remain as though she were still sleep. She tried to hold back the tears that wanted to break through from the mixture of emotions that were threatening to bubble over. What was she going to do now? She loved him. She knew it. She loved him more than anyone else and she had convinced herself she could shield her heart in the idea that he didn't love her back. But now that safety net was shattered. The diva was scared.