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I can't begin to express how overwhelmed I am by the fact that you all have stuck with me this long. We've only got about three chapters left, I think, and then I'll be out of your hair. I don't have much to say today just thank you for all of the encouragement and support. Y'all are awesome and I mean it.

This chapter is split into two parts because these people just wouldn't let me stop typing and I somehow ended up with a 7,000+ word document. Wtf, right? So here is chapter 9 and 9.2 is coming right behind it. Enjoy!

Mercedes reached high above her head with both hands in a seemingly fruitless attempt to grab a suitable container to put away their leftover dinner.

"Let me get that for you, momma," Puck insisted as he reached over Mercedes' head to pull down the pile of tupperware she stood on her tiptoes to try and reach."

After everyone finished dinner, they relaxed on Puck's patio and enjoyed bowls of Tina's homemade rum-raisin ice cream. They lazily relayed the details of their trip to Puck and Tina being sure to mention the new lovers in Kurt and Santana's lives. Kurt and Santana were also sure to give a brief rundown of the events that occurred between Sam and Mercedes. Tina listened intently and when the two finished talking she whispered something to Puck before admitting that he'd already told her about the obvious sexual tension between Sam and Mercedes. After a few good laughs and few more stories they drug themselves back inside, said good night to Tina and began to clean up the kitchen.

"Thank you," Mercedes said, taking the containers from Puck. "I figure the least we can do is clean up since we're probably going to destroy your home," Mercedes stated as she began to pack up the leftover chicken stir-fry Puck prepared for the group with Kurt and Sam's help.

"I don't care about mess. So long as I still have a roof and a front door when you guys leave, I'm good."

Santana gulped down the rest of another consecutive margarita. "Well, I ssspoooose we can try to leave ya place mostly in one *hiccup* piece," she slurred as she hopped onto the kitchen table.

"I see Drunktana is at it again," Puck commented, as he swiped her empty glass and placed it in the sink in the mountain of suds Sam's hands were buried inside of. "Alright my darlings, Papa Puck has to work in the morning, so I'm going to be hitting the couch."

"You're working tomorrow?" Kurt questioned, placing a freshly dried plate in the pile of clean dishes he'd already finished.

"Yeah, just for a couple of hours. I'll be home by like two and we can go explore a little."

"Okay, well you should probably get your rest then. I want to visit the Museum of Contemporary Art and Blaine is going to meet us there. I want you well rested when you meet him," Kurt said, shooing Puck from the kitchen with a small dishtowel.

"I'll be on my best behavior," Puck promised. "Night y'all," he yelled once he made it through the cafe styled swinging doors that connected the kitchen to the large living room.

"Sam, honey, do you think you could move a little faster?" Kurt asked, throwing the dishtowel over his shoulders and tapping his foot impatiently.

"I'm sorry Kurt," Sam sassed, "do you have somewhere to be?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and gave Sam a gentle swat with his dishtowel. "Do you know what this Los Angeles heat does to my skin? I have to get through my nightly skincare regimen or else I'll be a walking talking raisin by the time we get home."

"I like raisins," Sam shrugged, scrubbing away remnants of their meal form another plate.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Sam, ready to take another, harder, swat at him with the dishtowel. Mercedes quickly intercepted, grabbing the towel from Kurt as it flew toward Sam. "Be good, Kuku," Mercedes warned. "You should head off to bed. Sam and I can finish up here."

"Gladly," he said exiting the kitchen after giving Mercedes a peck on the cheek and Sam a pluck to the back of his ear.

Mercedes noticed that Sam actually was taking his sweet time with the dishes; making as many bubbles as he could with the generous amount of soap he used and filling each dish with suds before rinsing slowly. Mercedes leaned against the counter behind him and watched him work; enjoying the view of his behind as he danced to a tune he hummed quietly. She watched the muscles in his back and arms flex as he moved the dishes from the water to the drying rack carefully.

He is too cute for his own good, Mercedes thought, as she watched Sam. She could imagine herself coming home from a hard day of work to find her man doing his own hard work in the kitchen of their home. Sam loved to cook and always volunteered to clean up afterwards. Mercedes knew that any girl that managed to hook Sam Evans would be in for a treat when they found out about his househusband tendencies. I could marry him. She jumped as soon as the thought entered her mind and shook her head in an attempt to banish it. She decided not to dwell on any thoughts she had of marrying Sam and instead settled on letting out an appreciative whistle when he bent over to retrieve a dropped fork.

"Enjoying the view?" Sam asked, turning to look over his shoulder at Mercedes. When her gaze left his lower half, she was met with his delighted eyes.

"You could say that," she admitted. "You do have a great ass, Mr. Evans." She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling into his back, taking in his scent that was slowly becoming overpowered by the lemon-scented dish soap. She rubbed her nose against his spine causing Sam laugh and wiggle in her arms. He continued his work with Mercedes attached to him and made no effort to remove himself from her hold. She removed herself voluntarily when they were shaken out of their contentment by the sound of Santana's cell phone ringing and buzzing loudly against the counter top. By this time, Santana had been spread across the kitchen table curled up and singing to herself. When she heard her cell phone ringing, the sound of several shrill bells, she immediately rolled off of the table and onto the gray linoleum below.

"Ouch!" she yelled, when her body met the floor, emitting a loud slap. Mercedes quickly unwrapped herself from Sam to run over to check on Santana. By the time she made it around the counter, Santana was already up and dashing for her cell phone. "That's my Britt-Brat!" she yelled grabbing the device and quickly answering it. Mercedes and Sam stared in amazed amusement as they watched her slip out of the kitchen and onto the patio.

"Drunktana," they both crooned simultaneously. Mercedes decided to finish up the rest of the work in the kitchen while Sam enjoyed his sudsy play time. She put away the rest of the food and wiped down the counter tops in time to help Sam finish putting away the dishes. She found herself on her tiptoes again, stretching herself as high as she could as she attempted to put away a stack of dishes.

"Why is everything in this house so damn high," she asked pushing up further on her tiptoes. She heard Sam laughing behind her before she felt his body pressed against her. He only needed one hand to take the dishes from her and place them with the rest of the set. His other hand rested on her hip, drifting slightly into the territory of her ass as she watched him close the cabinet.

"Thank you," she said softly, attempting to push herself away from the counter. The smallest touch from Sam was more than enough to get her going and Mercedes figured it probably wouldn't be the wisest idea to start anything with Sam in Puck's kitchen. His hand lightly cupping her ass brought a certain heat to her body that couldn't be ignored. She would never be able to explain why her body always immediately responded to Sam. All she knew was that just the thought of him made her warm all over and she wanted to wrap herself in the feeling and never let it go.

"You're welcome," Sam replied, pushing into her as she tried to move.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked, poking her ass into him to try and put some distance between their bodies. She knew the action would arouse the both of them to some degree but she had trouble passing up an opportunity to tease Sam a little.

"Uh hmmm," he groaned affirmatively, rubbing himself against her. He placed his hands on the counter in front of him, trapping her between his arms. He continued to grind against her as he lightly kissed the exposed skin along the thick straps of her tank top. "You taste so good, Mercy," he murmured against her skin.

"Better than the three plates of stir-fry you had?" she asked, making a weak effort to steer the conversation in another direction. His deepened voice did nothing to quell for the warmth creeping through her body or the wetness beginning to pool in her panties.

Sam kept his focus as he pulled down the strap of her top on her right shoulder, taking her bra strap along with it, and licking the imprint of the slightly dented flesh beneath it. "Better than anything I've ever had in my entire life."

Mercedes stifled a moan she felt building when Sam began sliding his hands beneath her top massaging her stomach briefly before making his way to her breasts. She leaned against him, continuing to work her ass against the stiff center of his shorts.

"Mercy," he groaned, slipping both hands beneath the cups of her bra and palming her breasts. He worked over her mounds carefully, moving his hands in synchroneity, rubbing the pads of his fingers over her aerolas, and allowing her nipples to slide between the spaces in his fingers. She snaked a hand between them and cupped his stiff dick in her hand, running her palm across it and slightly raking her nails against him. He hissed in pleasure, involuntarily bucking against her. "I want you so fucking bad right now," he confessed, spreading her legs apart with his and thrusting against her desperately.

"Cedes," Santana whined, slipping back into the kitchen and padding in their direction. The joined pair jumped at the sound of the door opening and hastily parted from one another. Sam quickly pulled his hands from under Mercedes shirt and moved them to cover the front of his pants. Mercedes adjusted herself and turned to Santana with a more than guilty smile plastered on her face.

"Yes, Tana?" Mercedes answered, taking the woman into her arms as she flopped her body against Mercedes'.

"I think I got a boo boo when I falled. I'm weady for bed," Santana sighed with a childish pout.

"I'll take you honey," Mercedes agreed, patting her on the back as she stood upright.

"Thank you. I know you're weady ta go campin' with Sammy but I need someone ta tuck me in. I won't keep you long."

"Camping?"

"Yeah, I know you're weady ta get into that tent o'his," She said moving from Mercedes' arms and regarding Sam with a drunkenly wicked smile. Sam blushed furiously before turning himself away to go lock the patio doors.

"Why don't you go get your pjs on and I'll be there in a minute, Tana," Mercedes suggested. Santana nodded and walked away sluggishly.

"You okay?" Mercedes asked, the smile still invading her face.

"Not really," Sam admitted, turning back around to face Mercedes. The first thing she noticed was his flushed face but she only had a moment to concentrate on it before her eyes were pulled toward Sam's admittedly large problem in his shorts.

"You're not wearing underwear are you?" She asked already knowing the answer to the question. She couldn't help but bite her lip as he moved toward her. She almost allowed herself to be taken into his arms before logic got the best of her and she took a large step away from him. "We should get ready for bed."

"Really?" he asked, running his hand along the length of his stiff cock.

"Yes, I'm not doing anything with you when Noah is literally like 20 feet away. Let's wait until everyone is sleep and we can figure something out."

"And what do you suppose I do with this?" He said gesturing toward his member.

"I'll take care of it for you, just let me get Santana to sleep first."

He groaned before nodding in agreement. She gave him a small peck to the lips, nipping his bottom lip sensually before scurrying from the kitchen, propelled by the hearty smack Sam applied to her backside.

Mercedes opened the door to Puck's bedroom to find Santana skipping around in her underwear and jumping on the bed.

"I thought you were ready to go to sleep," Mercedes stated, as she picked up Santana's discarded clothing that had made its way around various places in the bedroom.

"I am. I jus'had some energy I need'd ta get rid a, y'kno," she said plopping down onto the bed. She began to roll around as Mercedes crawled onto the bed and attempted to put Santana's pajama shirt over her head.

"Please cooperate, Tana," She begged. This wasn't the first time Mercedes had to coerce a drunken Santana into bed, but normally they were at home and she could roll Santana into her own bed, in whatever she was wearing, and check on her periodically throughout the night.

"Why can't I sleeeeeep nuuuuuuude?" Santana whined slipping out of Mercedes' grasp and bounding off of the bed. She peeled her underwear off and flung them in Mercedes' direction. She began to giggle wildly as Mercedes climbed across the bed and made a grab for her. She quickly stepped back and began to taunt her best friend. "You wouldn't mind if I slept naked if I was Sammmmmmmmy."

"At least put your underwear back on."

"Does Sammy sleep in his undies? I bet he doesn't. Eazee access ta that dick, amirite? Sammy and Mercy sittin' in a tree," she began to sing.

"Tana..."

"f-u-c-k-i-n-g."

"Santana..."

"First she says oooh, and then she says ahhhh, and then she slides down on his co-"

"SANTANA!" Mercedes quickly climbed from the bed and grabbed Santana by her wrists. Though she was frustrated, she still found herself slightly entertained by her friend's antics.

"You don have ta yell," Santana sighed, pouting.

"I won't yell anymore if you're good, okay?" Mercedes bargained, pushing Santana's clothes into her hands.

"Okay, okay. I'll be good."

"Thank you."

"As soon as you tell Sammy that you're in wuv with him and that you want ta have his little green-eyed bayyyyybies." Mercedes let out a frustrated groan as she allowed Santana to lean on her as she put her clothes back on.

"You don't have ta admit it, Mercy, I already know," she said, slipping into Puck's bed.

Mercedes sat down beside her and began to stroke her hair as she got comfortable. "And how is that?"

"Because, you lite up, Mercy, every time Sammy is'round. 'Member those lamps we got from that thrift shop for our dorm room?"

Mercedes nodded, remembering the adorably tacky lamps: a little brown girl and a little tan-skinned girl sat atop a small, plastic sandy landscape in grass skirts and coconut bras playing ukuleles. When you flicked the switch to turn the lamps on their entire bodies filled with light drawing attention to their bright eyes and open mouths that were in a position to sing. Each of the friends had a lamp in their dorm rooms that now served as bookends in their current apartment. "What about them?"

"That's you, Merslaydes. You're just like that little brown girl on the lamp. Your cheeks get all red and you smile...and you just glooooooow, bebe, and Sammy makes you do that." Mercedes didn't have a reply to the comment, she continued to stroke Santana's hair until she fell asleep. When Santana's breathing evened out she carefully removed herself from the bed and began to ready herself to meet Sam.

Sam shot up in bed as soon as he noticed the door cracking open. He swiftly shot the covers from his body and began to scoot off of the bed. He paused as he watched her step fully into the room and close the door behind her.

"Cedes," he whispered, "I thought we were going to go somewhere."

She smiled sweetly as she walked over to him. "Why not here?"

Sam moved to get out of the bed but before his feet touched the floor, she was climbing on top of him and positioning herself on his lap. She leaned over him, pushing her hands up the front of his t-shirt and grinding her hips against his. He took the time to appreciate the revealing red nightie she wore; raking his eyes over her exposed thighs and the tops of her breasts heaving against the thin fabric. His breath hitched at the feeling of the silk grazing his thighs when she moved on top of him.

"We can't," he said weakly, sitting up to get out of bed again.

"Why not?" she questioned as she began to pepper kisses along his jaw.

"Kurt-"

"You'd have to fuck me with a jackhammer to wake Kurt up," she breathed against his ear. Sam's dick jumped in response to her harsh tone. He glanced over at Kurt, sleeping soundly despite the addition to their bed. His sleeping mask and earplugs guaranteed that he probably wouldn't wake up any time soon.

"You sure?" Sam asked, allowing Mercedes to pull his shirt over his head and push him back down onto the mattress.

"Positive," she assured. "We just have to keep it quiet. Can you do that baby?" He nodded, relaxing his body as she kissed her way down his torso, stopping first to brush each of his nipples with her tongue and lap at his belly button. She paused just above his black boxers, allowing his cock to rub over her neck as she gripped the band of his underwear with her teeth and slipped them down low enough to reveal his erection. He lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down the rest of the way as Mercedes took him into her tepid mouth. He shoved a fist against his lips, biting down on his knuckle as she sucked him greedily, seemingly concerned only with the task of making him cum and disregarding his free hand combing wildly through her hair.

She watched him slowly coming apart as she sucked him deep into her mouth, moaning against him with every inch. Heavily strangled moans escaped Sam's lips, increasing in volume as he watched Mercedes close her eyes in ecstasy, reveling in the taste of him. A tightness traveled through his body pausing in his stomach before finally settling in his cock. His breathing increased and his body started to shake forcing him to push roughly into Mercedes' mouth.

"Come for me, baby," she encouraged, stroking his balls with one hand and working his shaft with the other. Her warm palm coaxed the cum from his dick while she sucked the soaked head of him in her mouth, laving over it with her tongue.

"Merc-uhhh," Sam said, a loud groan emitting from his throat. He held Mercedes' head in place while he coated her mouth with his cum. His eyes clamped shut as he trembled beneath her and when he opened them again there was no Mercedes. There was no red nightie, no plump lips around his cock, no little hand stroking him into submission, and no big brown eyes staring up at him. All Sam had were the quiet mewls that escaped Kurt's mouth as he slept next to him and his own damp body quavering beneath the covers.

Luckily, he hadn't actually come. Instead of being faced with the sticky mess in his boxers, he was stuck with a thumping that couldn't decide whether or not it wanted to be in his chest or in his dick. He removed himself from bed and quickly made his way to the bathroom with just enough time to pull himself from his boxers and stroke himself through an intense orgasm. When his body settled down, he couldn't help but wonder why Mercedes' hadn't come to meet him. He wouldn't get an answer tonight seeing as a trip down the hall to Puck's bedroom resulted in him finding only the sleeping bodies of Mercedes and Santana. He thought it best not to wake the girls and made his way back to his own room.

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