Blowing Off Steam

The room suddenly burst into yelling, shoving, tables being moved by the force of bodies being pushed into them.

"I think we should do it this way!" one male voice said harshly.

"I don't think the good Lord above would approve of those dance maneuvers!" the other voice replied, piously.

"And who's been in Glee Club the longest, hippie?"

All eyes in the room fell on Sam when he uttered those words.

The banquet room assigned to New Directions at the Chicago W Hotel, where they were staying for Nationals, was split into three groups, most of the tables pushed out of the way. They were working on their choreography for their Edge of Glory number. Rachel and her group, Finn, Brittany, and Mike, were in one area; Quinn and her group, Noah, Santana, and Artie in another area; and the rest in the center of the room, Sam, Joe, Rory, Tina, Kurt, and Blaine. Mercedes had contracted some flu-like illness and was recovering in her room upstairs, away from the sudden mayhem.

"I just don't like the stripper moves, dude!" Joe blurted out suddenly.

Sam shoved him back into a table. Joe pushed off the table and threw himself at Sam. Then, Rory, Kurt, and Blaine flew into action to pull the boys apart and hold them apart while Mr. Schuester bleeted out some warnings about behavior and working together and Miss Pillsbury urged the two teens to settle down, it was all about working as a team and compromise with one another. Sam half expected her to whip out a pamphlet labeled Settle Your Teen Shit Down!

Quinn stood with her group, watching in amazement. Rachel stood across the room from her, her mouth hanging wide open at what was happening. Brittany gripped Finn's arm, also shocked. Mike stood with his hands on his hips as did Blaine, Rory, Joe, Noah, and Sam. Kurt had his arms crossed in front of his chest, one hip cocked out, as if all this was boring him to tears. Santana looked much like Kurt, rolling her eyes for effect.

Quinn's eyes fell again on Sam. She was still weakened from her accident but not her eyesight and she was pretty sure she was staring at the beginnings of a boner. Sam Evans' boner. The bulge in his gray sweatpants was hanging down but was thick and pushing out at the fabric. He wore a navy blue muscle shirt; his chest was heaving from the adrenaline rush, his biceps twitching. Something stirred deep within her and she had an idea.

She rushed up to Sam's side and grabbed his arm.

"C'mon, let's go take a breather," she said to him, pulling him away. To Mr. Schuester, she said, "We'll be back in a few…"

She pulled Sam outside the banquet hall and down a hallway of other conference rooms. She tried the door of a linen closet and surprisingly it opened. She yanked Sam inside and locked the door. At least it smelled like clean laundry in there.

"Dude, you've got to calm your nerves down…it's not helping any if we're all at odds," she said to him, turning to face him. She glanced downward at his pants; the bulge was still present. She pushed herself up on some stacked up hotel towels.

She knew Mercedes had been keeping him an arm's length away while she decided between him and Shane. As far as Quinn knew, Sam was not dating anyone else.

He growled. "I just wanted to…to…punch him! So fucking bad!" He slammed his fist into the opposite palm.

The language surprised Quinn a bit but she let him vent.

"He's just so damn righteous…how else are we gonna win if we don't sell the sex a little bit?" Sam asked her.

She shrugged. "Maybe Joe has a point…we win on our own merits, not using our hot bodies."

He smirked a bit. "Yeah, well, ol' Joe wants your hot body."

She scowled a little. "What do you mean?"

"We had a little chat, about caving to urges…urges in his pants," Sam said. "With you," he added as an afterthought.

"Hmm…" She glanced again at his sweats. The bulge had grown some, she thought. He was turned on, by what she didn't know and didn't really care because now she was turned on too. "Urges in one's pants?"

Sam had been standing with his hands on his hips again, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He seemed to pick up on her tone of voice then and took a step closer to her.

"Yeah…I told him to go for it…New Testament and all…but he's pretty solid in his beliefs…"

She snorted. "His dick was pretty solid against my thigh a couple weeks ago in therapy."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Really? Did you enjoy his solid dick?"

He took another step closer to her and rested his palms on her bare knees. She nibbled at her bottom lip. "Not so much his…"

The bulge in his sweats was now pointing straight at her, like he wanted her to see it and react to it. She felt the tingle between her thighs, then his hands slid up her thighs to her hips, pulling her roughly closer to him. When her groin hit his, they both groaned.

He slammed his mouth to hers. She whimpered against his lips, letting his tongue press against hers. She gripped his shoulders, then ran her fingers through his hair and tugged his face from hers.

"How bad do you want it, Sam?" she gasped. "You need a release and so do I."

Without taking his eyes off hers, he pulled her shorts and panties down in one rapid jerk. She lifted her hips briefly from the towels and felt her clothes fall away. She then watched him hook his thumb in his sweats and boxers and pull them away from his throbbing cock, now standing up tall, thick and ready.

He slid his cock up through her folds once, causing her to moan when he rubbed over her clit. Then, slowly, he slid back down to her waiting opening and positioned the head of his cock there. He took in the sight and grinned.

"How bad do you want it? Look…" he said to her. His breath was heavy, and he licked his lips, readying himself to kiss her when he entered her.

She looked between them at his length poised to press into her at any moment.

"Let me…" Her voice didn't sound like her own. It was low, husky, needing.

She wrapped a hand around his dick and slid him up and down her a couple more times, teasing him at her entrance, and finally guided him into her slowly, both of them watching. Then, his mouth was on hers, hard, sucking at her bottom lip. He sunk into her, filling her, causing her to cry out with pleasure.

His hips were pumping into her, one hand bracing himself on the counter on which she sat and the other hand wrapped around her. She still clung to his shoulders. It was like an age's old dance, one that they knew very well. He pushed toward her; she raised her hips to him; then apart and back together. He was moving fast, pushing in and out of her, the friction causing a wonderful pleasure to course through her. She closed her eyes and leaned back, him leaning over her. He was thrusting hard now, staring at her, then mumbled, "God, how I've missed you."

"Yes, yes, now faster…god Sam…" she whispered to him, urging him to fill her.

Her nerve endings were on edge…just a couple more thrusts and she'd be falling into that beautiful state of being unaware, where she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She arched her back and said his name.

"S-Sam…you…" The contractions coursed through her…pleasure, pleasure, almost too much to take. She wanted him to follow her, go off in her.

He was pounding into her now, his mouth working, sweat dripping onto her face from his forehead. He could feel it building deep inside, bubbling to the top, boiling over…

He jerked when the cum exploded out of him into her. It happened once, then again, then a third time…a couple more thrusts and a fourth time hit him, causing a great shudder to course through him from head to toe.

She let him keep pushing in and out of her as long as he needed to. Minutes passed by as they kept close together, locked in their lover's embrace, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair. By this point, he had both arms wrapped around her, embracing her. Against the soft skin of her slender neck, he finally whispered, "Thank you, Quinn."

They parted a little and rested their foreheads against each other's. His penis slipped out of her softly.

"We both needed it," she replied, kissing him once more.

He nodded and smiled a quiet smile. He bent to pick up her shorts and panties and pulled his own clothing back into place.

She re-dressed and smoothed her hair and his. She smiled at him and started for the door of the closet. He grabbed her arm gently and turned her to face him.

"Maybe…maybe we might need this again…after the competition, ya know?" he said to her.

"There's a very good possibility of us needing it again," she said, smiling up at him.

He took her in his arms and kissed her again.

A/N: This is based of the episode in S3 where ND goes to Nationals. Some of the details might be off about this scene because, let's face it, all I could focus on was Chord Overstreet's bulge in those sweats, hence this one-shot. Even though I wrote this, I am working on other stuff...I just get lazy when it comes to uploading. Sorry!