I'll start by saying I own nothing except for the hellish day I'll have at work tomorrow because I promised myself I would stay up late and finish this no matter what.
Moving on...Hello again my beautiful readers! First of all, I'd like to say that I am completely overwhelmed with feels about the response to the last chapter. You guys had me grinning like a crazy person for like two days straight. Your responses to the story, especially the last chapter, were part of the reason I felt like this chapter took forever to write. I didn't know exactly how I would follow up the previous one and I have NO desire to disappoint you guys. I hope you all love this chapter as much as the last. We're almost done with our little journey and after a couple of days in Los Angeles with Puck (and another ND member who can probably guess and shall soon be revealed), our little journey will come to a close. But we won't think about that now and I'll just shut up and let you have at the chapter. Enjoy!
"Sam, you're not even paying attention!" Kurt screeched, letting out a frustrated groan and elbowing Sam in the rib. "The ball is not anywhere between those chocolate mountains and if you let another goal through I'm going to have to trade you in for someone else. I'm sure any of the other guys would be happy to take your place as my best male friend." Sam simply rolled his eyes exaggeratedly at Kurt's empty threat.
"Chocolate mountains?" Mercedes questioned quirking an eyebrow in Kurt's direction.
"Yes, Mercy, Tana and I have several nicknames for your glorious boobs."
"Do you want us to go through the list?" Santana yelled from her seat across the room where she sat at a table playing an intense game of Monopoly with Artie, Mike, and Brittany.
"Maybe later," Mercedes said, adjusting the front of her dress in an attempt at modesty. The rest of the group obviously didn't care about the other passengers scattered around the gaming room but she did find herself feeling slightly embarrassed by the conversation.
"You do have nice boobs," Blaine said leaning forward and studying Mercedes' chest.
Mercedes shook her head in disbelief, ignoring the chorus of "Praise" she heard from Brittany and Artie, "You too Blaine?"
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate breasts as much as any straight guy."
"I highly doubt that," Sam contended, licking his lips.
"As much as I'd love to stand here and compliment Mercy all day, we do have a game to play. Sam, could you please try and focus just a little bit?" Kurt implored, putting his hands back down on his two assigned sticks and preparing himself for the game.
"What?" Sam replied, attempting to sound offended yet still unable to keep his eyes from drifting to Mercedes' chest. "I was paying attention. It's not my fault Cedes and Blaine are cheating."
Sam wasn't paying attention to the game of foosball the four struck up half an hour ago. In fact, he hadn't been paying much attention to anything at all ever since he exited the bathroom in their cabin to find Mercedes slipping into the offending teal sundress with a revealing V down the center. Not only was she rude enough to wear the garment, but she was also rude enough to ask him to zip the back of it and not fondle her in the process. Currently, he couldn't keep his eyes away from the bouncing of her ample breasts as she turned the sticks of the game and celebrated she and Blaine scoring another point.
"How dare you insult me and my new bestest friend," Blaine hollered, "I won't have none of that. As soon as we're done whipping your sorry asses on this foosball court I'm going to come around there and put you in a headlock!"
"Yeah, munchkin? I'd like to see you hop up on a foot stool and try!"
"We'll see who the munchkin is after I score one more point and win this game. You're going down, blondie."
"Gentlemen," Mercedes cried out in a fit of laughter that erupted while watching the false rivalry, "stop the talk and let's just play." She grabbed the little white ball from Sam and Kurt's goal and dropped it carefully into the hole between her and Blaine. As soon as it rolled in, the table roared with the sounds of each of them roughly rolling their sticks in an attempt to score. The ball got stuck in the back corner near Blaine's plastic goalie and everyone else held still as he tried to dislodge it.
"I told you not to wear that dress," Sam said, staring Mercedes down. Earlier, as he zipped her up, after rubbing his hands appreciatively over her body to "smooth out her dress" he warned her against wearing it and suggested she choose something else to wear because he couldn't be held responsible for what he would do to her if he ever got her alone.
"Why not? I think it looks quite nice. You obviously like it." Mercedes leaned down to give Sam a better view of her cleavage and as she did, Blaine dislodged the ball and sent it flying down the court, past an unsuspecting Kurt and a thoroughly distracted Sam, scoring yet another goal for him and Mercedes.
"Now that's how it's done!" Blaine shouted as he high-fived Mercedes. "This is my house! Casa del Jones-Anderson up in this bitch!"
Kurt crossed his arms and glared at Sam, "Never again, Evans. You are fired as my teammate and same-sex non-romantic lifemate."
"It's just a game, Kurt. We can play again later." Sam remarked, offering Kurt an apology hug.
Kurt moved away from Sam's impending embrace and walked to stand on the other side of the table. "It's a little more than that; there were things riding on this game."
"Like what, exactly?" Sam questioned letting Kurt slip away from his grasp.
"Kurt said that if Miss Mercy and I could beat you two that I could choose what we do when we get to Tucson," Blaine interjected.
"What's so bad about that?" Mercedes asked, throwing an arm around Kurt's shoulder.
"Well, aside from it ruining Kurt Hummell's Tucson Extravaganza-" Kurt began.
"If you didn't want to change your plans, why would you make the bet?" Sam asked before Kurt could finish.
"Well, you're kind of a jock and I have a history of being great at everything I do, so I figured the four of us as a team couldn't lose."
"Four of us?"
"I was also counting those dinner plates you call hands."
"My hand's aren't that big," Sam said, as he gave Kurt a playful push across the table before folding his arms over his chest and pouting.
"Aww baby," Mercedes cooed, releasing Kurt and walking to Sam and grabbing his hands in hers. She raised them to her lips and kissed them lightly. "I love your hands, Sammy. I'll show you just how much later."
Kurt smiled at his two friends but still couldn't fight his natural cheeky reaction of rolling his eyes, "Save it for the cabin you two. Anyway, Blaine, why don't you tell them what you want to do?"
A huge smile brightened Blaine's face as he spoke, "I thought maybe we could go horseback riding and I heard about this really great hiking trail where we could watch the sunset."
"I'm questioning my choice to continue dating you, honey. I can't go along with that plan seeing as I didn't bring any shoes or accessories that would go well with horse manure or mosquito bites," Kurt responded dryly.
"Oh, come on Ku-Ku," Mercedes pleaded using a nickname only she and Kurt's mother called him and pulling him back into her arms, "I think that could be fun. We have a lot of time and I'm sure we could still do something from the Kurt Hummell plan."
"Well," he began, his shoulders softening in Mercedes' half-embrace, "I guess we could visit the Casino Del Sol. They have a couple of bars and we can have a nice, civilized dinner there after being in the wilderness all day."
"Awesome!" Mercedes cheered clapping her hands. "Was it that hard to compromise?"
"We'll see. If I come home with some sort of rare horse disease I don't want any of you at my funeral."
"Not even me?" Mike shouted from across the room. He waved his hands at Kurt, wiggling his fingers and reminding Kurt of his massage prowess. "The other day, you said you wanted me to be buried with you so you could 'have orgasmic massages in the afterlife,'" he said with a hearty chuckle. Kurt pursed his lips as his cheeks turned rosy.
"Orgasmic, huh?" Blaine inquired. "You know you're going to pay for that later, right?"
Kurt shrugged and turned his nose in the air, "You let that man put his hands on you and you'll see why I said what I did. I stand by it."
"Now, now, no fighting you two," Brittany said, deserting the stalemated game and coming to stand near the foosball table. "We're all going to have a great day today no matter what we do. So what are our plans?"
"I have it all figured out," Blaine said excitedly. "We're going to rent a couple of cars for the day, there's a place near the train station, and we're going to drive over to this ranch and ride horses for a couple of hours. Then we can have lunch, do some shopping, go over to Gates Pass to watch the sunset, and then head over to the casino."
"Sounds good, B. Artie? Mike? You guys tagging along today?" Santana asked while cleaning up the board game.
"Hells yeah!" Artie shouted, jumping up from his chair. "You guys have been deserting us all this time. Britt, I thought we were your boys? You know this train is boring as hell when everyone leaves."
"Sorry, Artie, somebody had to hold down the fort and I was a little busy getting my lady-kisses but I'll make it up to you guys," Brittany promised pulling the two men into a tight hug.
When the train came to a stop, they all headed out as a group after grabbing clothes to ride in and the other items they would need for the day. Taken aback by the Arizona heat, they moved slowly along the short walk to the car rental facility.
They rented two sedans and split up to head toward the ranch. Blaine drove one car with Kurt in the front and Mercedes and Sam in the back. Santana drove the other vehicle with Brittany in the front and Artie and Mike in the back.
Sam sat with his arm around Mercedes listening to Blaine and Kurt talk about a part in a show Blaine was hoping to audition for when he got back to New York. Kurt assured Blaine that he would be perfect for the part and sincerely praised his talents.
"You know they're in love right?" Mercedes announced, looking up at Sam and pulling his arm tighter around her.
He looked to her and smiled, "Yeah, I think it's the quickest I've ever seen two people turn into a married couple."
She scrunched up her nose and giggled, "We were supposed to be the married ones."
Sam leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her nose, "I think we're doing a good job. Maybe if we ever made it out of our room..."
"Nah, I have to start sharing you again when we get to LA so I'm going to be selfish for now because I know you're going to drop me like a bad habit as soon as you see Puck."
"Darlin', I wouldn't dare. Puck is cute and all, but he's not as pretty as you." He kissed her cheek. "He's not as soft as you." He slid his hand down the curve of her hip and palmed her ass. "He doesn't smell as nice as you." He nuzzled her neck taking in the scent of her perfume. "He's certainly not as sweet as you." He cupped her cheek and kissed her lips, lightly nipping her bottom lip as they parted. "Best of all he can't make me come just by saying my name." He drug his hand from the side of her face to her breast and began to stroke her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress until it stood at attention.
"Sammy," she hissed, puckering her lips against his and kissing him passionately.
"Mercy, baby," he hissed back against her lips out of breath and trapped in a fog of Mercedes.
"Ah-hem," Kurt said loudly, waving away the haze the two were stuck in. "We will be at the ranch in two minutes and I suggest the two of you get it together. If I have to separate you, I will."
They moved slightly away from one another, grinning guiltily and wiping their mouths.
"Sorry, dad," Mercedes apologized, trying and failing to remove the smile from her face.
"Oh, let them go honey-bun," Blaine said as he pulled into the Houston Ranch parking lot. "They're obviously crazy about each other. Let them have their fun. You have to admit that was kind of hot."
Kurt was slightly moved by Blaine's sentiment but still warned, "I have an ice cold bottle of water in my satchel and I will hose the two of you down if need be. Keep it PG-13 please."
"Does that go for us as well?" Blaine asked sliding a hand across the gears and into Kurt's lap. He moved his hand up Kurt's thigh and stared at Kurt intently daring him to make him stop. Kurt gulped when Blaine's hand reached his semi-hard cock. "Yeah, you thought it was hot too," Blaine said smugly. He took his hand back and pulled Kurt into an ardent kiss.
Mercedes and Sam hooted from the back seat, completely tickled by Kurt's beet red cheeks and gaping expression.
"Y'all ready to go tame some wild animals?" Blaine asked, removing his seatbelt and getting out of the car.
"Yee-haw!" Sam yelled, jumping out of the car to go cheer with Blaine."
Mercedes sighed and shook her head at the two men galloping around the dusty parking lot. "We really know how to pick 'em, don't we, Kurt? Looks like we've got our hands full with those two."
"I'm a mother-fucking coooooowboy!" Artie sang out as he galloped away from the group on his horse. Everyone went at their own pace as their guide spoke casually about the flora and fauna of the area. Blaine, Sam, and Mike galloped circles around everyone and raced back and forth in the open areas of the trail. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the leisurely ride, bonding with their horses and taking in the scenery. Even Kurt had to admit that the fresh air and cool breeze did wonders for his mood and changed his opinion of the outdoors.
"So what exactly is the deal with you and Mercedes?" Blaine inquired after losing another race to Mike. He and Mike trotted their horses over to Sam on the sidelines to take a rest. They watched from afar as the rest of the group listened to their guide tell the story of how the Houston Ranch came to be.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, absentmindedly petting his horse.
"I think he's asking when the wedding is," Mike offered. "The way you look at her, man, it's like the way my grandparents look at one another."
Sam laughed and noticed that while he had been watching the rest of their group, all of his attention was focused on Mercedes. She had changed out of her memorable sundress and was now dressed simply in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. She still looked incredibly beautiful as she rode through the trail, her hair bouncing lightly and complementing the smile that seemed to be permanently affixed to her face. Sam sighed, completely at ease, as he watched her listening to the guide, "I don't know what you guys want me to say here. I'm definitely into her."
"Duh! All I'm saying is, if you want something or someone you should just go for it," Blaine said, slapping his shoulder.
Sam brushed off the advice thinking himself not currently in need of any. He and Mercedes had already discussed what their relationship was and when the trip ended, they'd have another discussion. Currently, he only had two duties. The first duty was to have fun and enjoy the trip. His second duty was to make sure that Mercedes began and ended each day with a smile on her face and that oh so special glow only the most amazing sex could give you.
Nevertheless, he still couldn't shake the slight nagging feeling in the back of his mind as he wondered just what he would say to Mercedes when they got back to New York. He'd already replayed a few versions of the conversation in his mind. Each scenario ended differently and while he hoped for one of the happier endings he was still nervous that one of the sadder ones would find its way into their lives.
After a couple of hours trotting around the ranch, the group found their day of riding at an end. They changed their clothes and drove to a nearby shopping center where they had a late lunch, picked up a few souvenirs, and did some shopping. They loaded back into their cars once again and made the drive to Gates Pass. They parked and took the brief hike to an area overlooking a large clearing with a view of the slowly setting sun.
"I guess we have to be a couple today, Artie," Mike said, wrapping an arm around Artie and watching their new group of acquaintances. Kurt and Blaine stood with their arms wrapped around one another; Santana and Brittany sat on a rock with Santana nestled between Brittany's legs; and Sam stood with his arms wrapped around Mercedes' middle and his cheek pressed to hers whispering into her ear and making her snicker.
Artie shook his head and wrapped an arm around Mike and sighed, "Man, we need more girls in this group. I don't plan on cuddling up with you for much longer."
"I'm going to need about 10 more Pina Coladas!" Santana yelled, slapping a $100 bill against the bar. The young woman had found herself in the company of a high roller soon after they entered the casino. She blew on his dice for good luck as he played Craps and with each winning roll, he was happy to slide a small portion of his winnings into Santana's hand. When the man finally decided to leave the table, Santana had a bra full of hundred dollar bills and was now happy to pass the money to the bartender in exchange for round after round of drinks for her friends.
"I lovvvve all of you!" Blaine sang, throwing his arms around Kurt and Sam. The group sat in the middle of one of the casino bars occupying two tables as they danced to the live band and carried on.
Kurt swiftly grabbed the drink Blaine was brandishing around and sat it safely on the table. "Alright, this one doesn't need any more. His Pina Coladas are cut."
"Yes, sweetie," Blaine slurred, plopping down onto Kurt's lap and wrapping his arms around his neck. "I'll be good."
"How are you doing there, Sam?" Kurt asked, checking on their other designated driver.
Sam raised the glass of soda he'd been nursing in a silent toast to Kurt. When the group entered the casino, they each put their IDs into a cowboy hat that Artie charmed off one of the female ranch hands and chose the designated drivers at random.
When Mercedes and Brittany returned to the table from a bathroom break, Blaine and Mike quickly dragged them to the dance floor while Santana marched back to the bar with Artie in tow.
Sam watched as Mercedes and Blaine kept up with the professional dancers. Mike twirled Mercedes around making her giggle and squeal with excitement. If it had been any other girl Sam was interested in with any other guy he hardly knew, Sam would have been jealous. But as he watched Mercedes feeling the effects of the two drinks Santana had gotten her to drink and letting go on the dance floor, he felt calmer than ever. Though she was in Mike's arms, Mercedes would often wave at Sam or blow him a kiss. Even a look in his direction was enough to reassure him that she only had eyes for him and judging by the fact that he could count the number of times she had been away from him all day, it was obvious he only had eyes for her as well.
When Santana's bra was finally devoid of cash and the slot machines proved to be better at taking away money they were at giving any, the group made their way back to their cars. Sam helped Brittany and Mike into the back seat of his car and Kurt carefully ushered Santana and Artie into the back seat of his, making sure to buckle everyone in safely. Mercedes and Blaine were the last to the cars and hugged each other tightly before hopping into the vehicles.
"Mercy," Blaine whispered into Mercedes' ear as he maintained his grip around her body.
"Yes, Blainey," she responded, rocking the two of them from side to side. Blaine was foolish enough to attempt to keep up with Santana in the drinking department and after a good old-fashioned purge of the rums, vodkas, and whiskeys in his system, Blaine now smelled faintly of vomit but Mercedes held him close nonetheless.
"You know I love you already, right?"
She rubbed his back reassuringly, "I love you two, honey. You're pretty fucking fantastic."
"So are you. But can I tell you a secret?"
"I already know, Blainey, you threw up. Kurt told me and I promised not to tell Santana that she broke you." She peeked over Blaine's shoulder to make sure that Santana was out of earshot and relaxed as she saw her friend being corralled into one of their vehicles.
Blaine giggled, still unwilling to release his hold on Mercedes, "Not that. It's something else." She didn't respond and waited for him to continue. "It's about Sammy." Mercedes stiffened and her arms dropped to her side, the feeling of awkwardness not registering as she stood in Blaine's arms no longer returning the hug.
"What about Sam?" she asked quietly, unsure of what Blaine could have found out about him in a matter of hours. All day she had paid little attention to the obvious bonding going on between all of the guys and now she worried that maybe she should have watched them more closely.
"He loves you, Mercy. Like really loves you." Blaine drew the last words out slowly, emphasizing how he felt he already knew the love he was referring to was different than the one Mercedes would be thinking about. She softened at his words, wrapping her arms around him once again.
"How do you know that? Did he tell you that?" She inquired softly, catching his emphasis.
"No. I can just tell." He kissed Mercedes on her cheek and walked happily to the open car door awaiting him. Mercedes stared at him for a moment, unwilling to accept his words without further inquiry, but not entirely sure she wanted to ask the questions she needed to.
"Cedes, you coming?" Sam asked, opening the passenger door for her and gesturing her toward the car. She nodded, momentarily shaking away Blaine's cryptic words, and got in the car with a smile, trying her best not to give Sam any reason to question she and Blaine's unnecessarily long goodbye.
On the drive back, Sam and Kurt rolled down the windows letting everyone have a little fresh air and continue their efforts to sober up. Mercedes held Sam's hand during the entire ride and couldn't take her eyes off him as Blaine's words jogged around in her mind.
"Tana, you know that if we were at home we still would have done this much shopping in a week," Mercedes responded to Santana's protest about the extra suitcase worth of clothes she'd now be carrying back home.
"I know, but still, damn that Kurt and his ability to find clothes that flatter me. I swear that man could make me look good in a burlap sack; and with Blaine as his right hand man now he's unstoppable."
"Blaine and Kurt are super cute together," Brittany interjected.
"No one is as cute as you Britty," Santana proclaimed wrapping an arm around Brittany's waist.
Mercedes rolled her eyes playfully at the two girls, "Throwing up over here."
"Please, like you've got room to talk. I love your hands Sammy," Santana mocked in a sing-song voice.
The girls walked ahead of the rest of their group and made it back to the train steps ahead of the guys.
"Can I help you ladies with your bags?" Matt said as he helped the women through the door. They each gratefully handed over their bags and allowed Matt to escort them to their rooms. He was kind enough to walk Santana and Brittany back to Santana and Kurt's room and walk the few short steps with Mercedes' to her and Sam's room.
"Thank you very much," Mercedes said, gingerly taking her bags from Matt after she opened the door.
He smiled widely, once again taken with her sweet demeanor, "You're very welcome, Miss Mercedes Jones. Hey, you know you never got back to me on that origami date."
She hesitated before answering, "Well, we'll be in LA by the morning and-"
Matt cut her off by taking one of her hands in his. He moved closer to her and leaned against the doorway. "What are you doing tonight? Maybe we could have our date now."
Mercedes didn't quite know how to react to the sudden drop in his voice or the site of her limp fingers clasped firmly inside of Matt's large brown hands. Before she could politely decline the offer, she felt a hand around her waist and a slight gust of air as she was pulled backward into a firm chest.
"I'm sorry, she can't make it. We're going to be busy tonight, Mitch." Sam said in a falsely polite voice.
Matt begrudgingly let Mercedes' hand slip from his grasp and straightened himself. He puffed out his chest toward Sam as he watched the other man's grip tighten around Mercedes' waist. "It's Matt."
"Is it? Anyway, she can't make it. Thanks for helping her with the bags though. I would have done it myself but I was being a pack mule for Klaine. Hold on one second and I'll get you a nice tip."
With that, Sam yanked Mercedes into their room and closed the door behind them. Mercedes felt guilty about the fact that she didn't have the opportunity to let Matt down in her own way but that guilt paled in comparison to the guilt she felt now that Sam had caught her struggling to find a word as simple as 'no.'
"Sam, I was going to tell him no. You didn't have to say it for me," she said, in an attempt to explain away whatever Sam thought he might have walked up on.
Sam smiled at her (the opposite reaction Mercedes was expecting). Instead of refusing to talk to her or being upset with her as Mercedes had expected, Sam simply countered her explanation, "What was taking you so long?" he questioned walking toward her. As she formulated her answer, he grabbed the bags from her hands and sat them gently on the ground before continuing, "What were our rules, Mercy?"
"I wanted to be nice about it."
"Too late." He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the door with his body, coming close enough to allow Mercedes to feel his breath against her lips but refusing to kiss her in that moment. The growl in his voice made her shudder and the dark look in his eyes told her what she already knew the moment Sam walked up to her and Matt: she was in trouble. As she had already learned, being in trouble with Sam could be the best kind of trouble and as she thought of exactly what he would do to her, she was reminded of the slight problem that only a slab of wood separated them from.
Matt knocked lightly on the door, "You really don't have to get me a tip."
"No, no. I insist," Sam stated loud enough for Matt to hear as he ran his hands up Mercedes thighs and under her dress to find her panties. "It was so kind of you to help the lady back to her room." He moved the crotch of her damp underwear to the side and traced the lips of her wet pussy. Dipping one finger inside of her warmth and thrusting casually he asked, "Wasn't it nice, Mercy?"
She nodded, spreading her legs wider and arching herself toward Sam.
"Tell him how nice it was, baby," he growled into her ear, sliding another finger inside of her and continuing to pump her leisurely.
"Soooo nice," she moaned. She began to swivel her hips around Sam's finger, hoping he would take the hint and pick up speed. He continued at his same torturous pace and pressed his hip against her, forcing her to hold her body still.
"It was no trouble. I'm happy to do it for you."
"You know what I'm happy to do for you?" Sam whispered as he kissed and licked his way down Mercedes' neck and between her breasts.
She shook her head no at Sam and spoke to Matt, "I really appreciated it, Matt."
"If we don't get to hook up later tonight I just wanted to say it was really nice meeting you Mercedes. I hope we can see each other when we get to LA or back to New York."
Sam pursed his lips and abruptly dropped to his knees. He removed his finger and swiftly relieved Mercedes of her panties. He replaced the finger with his mouth before she could whimper a complaint and gave her one long lick causing her to slam a hand against the door and steady herself on the doorknob.
"Are you guys okay in there?"
"Fine!" Sam yelled out against Mercedes' clit. He stared up at Mercedes with a devilish glint in his eye as he spoke, "I just need to find my wallet." He buried his face between her legs, licking her with great concentration.
"So, Mercedes, can we get together in New York?" Matt asked hopefully through the door.
Sam shook his head and laughed at the man's persistence. "He really can't take a hint can he? Tell him, who makes you feel this good, baby?" Mercedes bit her bottom lip and shook her head no once again. "Answer me, Mercedes," he insisted.
"You - you do." She mumbled breathlessly.
"That's right. Now tell him whose pussy this is?" He continued to lick her as he spoke, lightly stroking her warm center with his wet tongue.
"Yours," she answered quickly and quietly, aching for the orgasm she felt building in the pit of her belly.
"Not quite, let me hear all of it. Say my name, gorgeous. Say it so he can hear it," he circled a finger around her clit refusing to apply the pressure she so desperately needed. He lapped lazily at her folds, slowing his pace with each stroke, as he awaited her answer.
She grunted and shoved herself further onto his face, "Samuel Alexander Evans! It is yours! It belongs to you! I'll tattoo your fucking name on it so you know it's real! Now please just fuck me before I lose my mind!"
"Anything you want, baby," Sam declared, satisfied with her answer. He released her from her hold and within seconds, he was sheathed and back inside of her, pumping her against the door and grunting admirations against her body as he kissed her hot flesh. She wailed his name into the wee hours of the night, without any further coaxing, and when the two were finally spent, they passed out on the carpet once again with a couple of hours left to sleep before they reached their final destination.
I tried to fill some of the requests I got at the end of the last chapter including some Ain't Shit Sam and some Klaine loving (which there will be more of). I hope I did those things justice for now and that you loved the Ain't Shit Blaine that crept into the story as much as I did. In my head, Sam is Blaine's mentor in the Ain't Shit department and also shares his love of everything that is Mercedes.
I can't leave without saying thank you to everyone for reading and responding to the story. Reviews, favorites, and alerts go a long way. Please know that when you click any of those buttons, I get a notification sent straight to my heart.
Sorry for being lame, it's late and I'm feeling sappy. If you have suggestions, send them over and I will see you guys in Chapter 8.