Last actual chapter. Wow! We've come so far. I'm tearing up slightly thinking of the journey we've had. Thank you all for staying with me. I'll save the rest of my sappy crap for the ending and just let y'all get to this chapter. Enjoy and don't forget to review if you have time!
"I'm still disappointed about the lack of alcohol I got to consume at the amusement park. It would have been way more fun if I was drunk," Santana quipped as she adjusted her dark sunglasses. Puck surprised the group with a trip to Universal Studios for their last full day in California. The outing had been fun, each of them got the opportunity to embrace their inner child as they ran around the amusement park but Santana couldn't help but find something to snark about as they lay on the beach enjoying the rest of their afternoon. She leaned back on her towel and soaked up the sun beating down on the group where they sat far away from the water and mischievous children kicking sand and scouring the beach in search of its nonhuman inhabitants.
"Did you really think it would be a good idea to get plastered at an amusement park? You can't spend the whole trip drunk, Tana," Mercedes countered as she spread a generous amount of sunscreen across Sam's back.
"Why not? I am on vacation. I will be as drunk as I damn well please."
"Not too drunk for smooches I hope," Brittany pouted. Santana could only smile warmly as she pulled her lover close to her side.
"You probably should stop getting so sloshed if you're going to wake up crying in the middle of the night. Please never let that happen again. I don't know what to do with that," Puck said dusting the sand from his shorts as he stood up to head toward the water.
"Ugh, that was so crazy!" Blaine interjected before Santana could respond, "I thought we were going to be up all night with her."
Santana lifted her sunglasses again to glare at the two of them. "No one said anything about your snoring Puckerman, and Anderson, just be glad I didn't tell anyone about the boner Puck felt in his back last night. Oops, I guess I just did."
Blaine glowered in Santana's direction, his mouth open in surprise, "You are ruthless, Santana. I thought what happens in the guest room stays in the guest room."
Santana shrugged, and resumed her recumbent position. "Blaine, if we're going to be friends you should know that 1. There are no secrets in the circle and 2. Santana Lopez gives precisely zero fucks, always."
"Got it," Blaine grumbled.
"Mercedes," Kurt piped up eagerly, "I suddenly want ice cream. Do you want ice cream?"
"Oh God yes," Mercedes responded.
"Tina? Would you like some ice cream?" Kurt asked, pushing himself up from his towel
"Actually I'd like to hear more about Blaine's boner for my boyfriend," Tina said, staring with an excited curiosity between Blaine and Puck.
"Suit yourself." Kurt grabbed Mercedes hand, pulling her up from the sand and practically running with her to the nearest ice cream stand.
When Mercedes and Kurt made it back to the group with their treats, they only had a few moments of enjoyment before their significant others expected them to share. Blaine lapped Kurt's cone without warning, sending a vertical swipe through his perfectly horizontal licks. Kurt huffed them giggled at his boyfriend's eagerness before tapping the cone to his nose and licking off the strawberry swirl cream.
Sam was more patient. He sidled up next to Mercedes and waited, watching her ice cream melt as she listened intently to Brittany telling another story about her suspiciously precocious cat. This time, the animal had apparently been running a cock-fighting ring in the basement of a local dry cleaners and she had to bail him out of jail but not before a strongly worded lecture about animal cruelty. Sam eyed Mercedes' tilted cone and prayed for the drops of ice cream that threatened to fall to her skin. He may have been guilty of giving her arm a gentle nudge to help the drops of the sweet dessert along. As soon as the ice cream touched her she gasped, immediately moving to wipe it away. Sam was quicker than she was; he swiped his tongue over the spot her hands were moving to wipe, eliciting a softer gasp from Mercedes. He lapped the spot again, wedging his tongue between her breasts and sucking on her sun-warmed skin, testing her, seeing just how far she would let him go.
She didn't protest so he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Grabbing her ice cream, he dabbed a bit against the exposed tops of her breasts and licked it greedily. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him, willing herself not to moan just in case any of their friends were paying close attention to the quick licks Sam gave her skin.
"Why don't the two of you just make a sex tape already and that way we can all enjoy a good wank in the privacy of our own homes as we watch the two of you get it on. It's no fair doing this to us in public," Santana remarked peering around Brittany who had switched to telling her story to a disinterested Kurt.
Mercedes giggled and hid her face in Sam's neck. She didn't know where her mind went for the few minutes he teased her but she didn't want to come back. The beach was filled with hundreds of people but it felt like just the two of them the moment Sam touched her.
"Sorry," she whispered against his skin.
"Don't be sorry," Tina reprimanded, "Just get the tape made."
The group decided to enjoy a late dinner at a nearby burger shack before heading back to Puck's house to get dressed for their last night out. They were going to spend their night at the bar Tina worked at, Umpire. She was anxious for her new friends to see her in action and had arranged for a special VIP table for their personal enjoyment.
Sam had been hard the entire night and it was all that damn dress' fault.
He knew he was in trouble from the moment Mercedes exited the master bedroom in a dress that made his entire body rigid. The purple bodycon dress hugged her form perfectly, defining every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination. A lecherous smile dawned across his face as he took her in, making her turn around for him so he could appreciate the way the fabric clung to her body like a second skin.
It didn't take long for Sam's hands to find their way up Mercedes' dress. He'd been holding her hips and ass all night as they grinded against one another on the dance floor. She leaned against a wall, pulling him as close to her as humanly possible and bringing their lips together over and again as people pulsated all around them.
No one else mattered as Sam swiped two fingers along Mercedes' panty-clad slit. He only focused on her, her chest heaving in short breaths, her fingers trailing along the sleeves of his blazer, her deep brown eyes, lidded and lustful as he slid one, then two, and, at her request, eventually three fingers inside of her. She rocked her hips fervently desperate to come and releasing loud moans into his ears that held the volume of a whisper against the blaring music.
In their little corner of the world, they didn't know that their friends had been searching for them for the past half hour, frequently getting distracted by any of the many club attractions. If the scantily clad waiters and waitresses weren't enough, there were also the added distractions of confetti flowing from the ceiling, drunken and energy-filled patrons stripping off their clothing, whistles, bells, blinking necklaces, and the show the bartenders put on with Tina as their lead. Puck was proud to show his friends his girlfriend in one of her many elements and cheered wildly as she expertly threw and caught bottles of liquor, danced, and poured drink after drink for the clamoring crowd at the bar.
Brittany was the one to find the couple. Mercedes shuddered against Sam clutching his shoulders as he licked his fingers from nail to knuckle and pulled down Mercedes' dress. Quickly putting together the details, Brittany yelled Santana's signature "Wanky," as she pulled the two apart gently, grabbing Mercedes hand and guiding them through the crowd and back to their friends.
"I found them!" Brittany yelled proudly when they were back at the table.
"Good job, baby!" Santana said with a thumbs up and a slap to Brittany's ass. "Time for shots!"
"And where were you two?" Kurt inquired from his perch on Blaine's lap.
"Dancing," Mercedes said too quickly. She turned to Sam for confirmation.
Before he could contribute, Brittany was already speaking, "Yeah," she said, wrapping an arm around Mercedes' waist. "Dancing and finger fucking," she announced casually. Mercedes clapped a hand over Brittany's mouth to stifle any further admissions. The red crept up Sam's cheeks quickly as he tried to think of any other subject to talk about.
"On the dance floor, man? I am so fucking proud of you right now." Puck beamed as he gave Sam a congratulatory slap on the back. "I'd shake your hand-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Noah," Mercedes warned. "We're going to the bathroom," Mercedes announced, dragging Brittany back into the crowd with Sam close behind.
The quick finger fuck left Mercedes somewhat satisfied but at least an hour later Sam was still hard. When he visited the restroom, he tried splashing cold water on his face, thinking about any unsexy thing he could but Mercedes would always pop up, and his problem would worsen if it had managed to get any better at all. He had been sitting out the last couple of dances biding his time until he could sneak somewhere private with Mercedes. He thought he would get his chance when she returned from another trip to the bar and slid into the booth next to him. He had been sitting down talking to Blaine and Kurt whenever they came up for air from their fervent kisses.
"You okay?" Mercedes asked, handing him another drink.
He nodded stiffly, trying to remove his eyes from her bouncing body as she moved to the music.
She leaned closer to him, her lips pressed to his ear she asked, "Tell me where it hurts, Sammy."
A shaky breath whooshed past Sam's lips as he pointed to the throbbing issue in his lap.
"Oh," she purred, reaching immediately to massage his bulge. He didn't object when she slid his zipper down and fished out his cock, releasing it from its prison. Kurt tweaked Blaine's nipples through his shirt as the two continued to kiss and pay no attention to Sam and Mercedes' activities.
Mercedes licked her palm and began to stroke his dick. He held onto the table as she quickened her pace. He tried to watch Kurt and Blaine, hoping to catch any sign of the two if they happened to stop their current activity. When Mercedes pressed her lips against his neck and began sucking, hard, marking him, he lost control. He thrust up from his seat, his cock tapping the table but Mercedes didn't stop. She stroked him faster, moaning against his neck, telling him how good he felt in her hand and urging him to come.
Little grunts crept from his throat as he felt himself about to release. The words wouldn't come to his lips but Mercedes already knew. She swiped the damp napkin from beneath her drink and caught the spurts of hot cum within it. She kissed Sam gently as he came down carefully tucking him back into his jeans and disposing of the soiled napkin.
Blaine and Kurt were completely oblivious to the actions between the two and happily joined Sam and Mercedes as they all made their way back to the dance floor to finish out the night.
The next morning, Mercedes rapped on the bathroom door, hopping from one foot to another as she struggled not to relieve herself on Puck's carpet.
"Come in," Santana yelled from inside the bathroom. Mercedes quickly opened the door and stepped in just in time to see Santana sinking herself into the tub. She gave Mercedes a smirk as she leaned her head back against the porcelain of the white tub.
Mercedes groaned in frustration before shrugging and moving to the commode to handle her business.
"What's your problem?" Santana asked as Mercedes flushed the toilet.
"A bath, Tana, really? You know we have a flight to catch right?."
Santana snapped her eyes open and glared at Mercedes as she walked toward the sink. "Hey, I got up early," she stated with a roll of her neck. "I need a soak after last night. I've got glitter in places one should not have glitter."
"Well I need to get dressed too, Tana, and as much as I love you I'd like some privacy while I shower."
"Why? So you can give yourself a good once over? It's nothing I've never seen, honey. I date ladies and I am one."
"Why is that the first place you go? It is too early for this and you know it."
"Right, no masturbation talk before 8 AM, my bad. Not like you have to do much of it anyway."
"Will you just hurry up?"
"Relax Cedes, we have plenty of time. You could probably use the guest bathroom if you're in such a rush. Kurt's already up in the kitchen making breakfast with Puck and I'm sure Sam's lazy butt is still passed out."
"Fine. Enjoy your soak."
"Oh, I will."
Mercedes gathered her clothing and toiletries and made the short trek down the hall to the guest bathroom. She entered from the door connected to the hallway and sat her things down on the counter. She moved to close the door connecting to the guest bedroom and sure enough, found Sam fast asleep on his stomach and sprawled across the bed. She bit her lip, staring down his nude torso, and what she could make out of the curves of his gently swelling back, as she decided to leave the door open for a little longer. She pulled her hair up into a bun and brushed her teeth, attempting to make as much noise as possible to try to rustle the sleeping blond from his slumber. The most she was able to manage was a deep grunt from Sam as he flipped over onto his back. She moved over to the door, tracing her hand up and down the edge of it willing herself to close it; she couldn't.
I guess we do have plenty of time, she thought. Mercedes would swear up and down that she normally had better impulse control but as she sauntered out of the bathroom and climbed across the bed, she realized that that part of personality must have been taking a sick day. She carefully removed the covers from Sam's body and ghosted a hand down his chest. She placed a soft kiss on his lips when her hand found the band of his boxers. She massaged the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers delighting as it came alive beneath her touch.
"Not again," Sam slurred sleepily.
She leaned down and ran her tongue along the length of his turgid cock, leaving the tip with a gentle kiss. "Something wrong?"
"I'm dreaming again, baby."
She laughed, her cool breath tickling his cock and causing it to bounce against her lips. "You're not dreaming, Sammy," she moved herself off the bed and reached a hand out to help Sam up, "I promise."
"If I am, just make sure I don't come in the bed."
She pulled Sam into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. She began pulling off her clothing as Sam watched her, not moving an inch.
"What?" She asked, turning on the shower. "You don't want to shower with me?"
"This feels so real, Cedes."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and moved to Sam wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hungry kiss. "If this is a dream, then I think you should just enjoy it and stop questioning it."
"You're right," he agreed as he swiftly dropped his boxers. He grabbed her ass firmly and hoisted her into his arms, smirking at her surprised squeal and making his way to the shower. He opened the glass door and walked both of them inside, stopping when Mercedes' back hit the cream-tiled wall. He attached his lips to hers again, letting her down so she was forced to stand on her tiptoes to continue kissing him. His hands roamed her body familiarly, touching and soaking the skin he was well acquainted with as the heavy stream of water poured on the two of them. He pressed soaked kisses to her lips, her chin, and her collarbone before he took one of her breasts into his mouth and worked the nipple over with his tongue. He repeated the action on the other side, nipping down gently when Mercedes fisted his fingers into her hair, urging him to continue further down her body. He pressed soft kisses down her stomach until he reached her center. He kissed her pussy lips snaking his tongue out to stroke and circle her clit, while he massaged her thighs with his hands and gently pulled her open. He licked the insides of each of her thighs, lapping up the stream of water that flowed between them before diving into her with his tongue. He feasted on her shamelessly, drawing encouragement from her shivers and moans. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, ready and waiting to taste her when she came. The jerking of her body and a few rapid grabs of his hair let him know she had reached her peak. He continued his grazing, allowing her to ride his tongue until she slid down the wall and into his waiting arms.
He kissed her gently, wiping some of the water from her face he began to ask, "Do you think we have time to uh-"
Mercedes intercepted the question with another kiss before she answered, "We have plenty of time."
It took every shred of willpower Sam had to not slide inside of Mercedes as he pressed his body against hers. He lifted her again, turning off the shower and carrying her to the bedroom. He lay her wet body on the bed and reached into his suitcase for a condom.
She waited for him in silence, desire in her eyes as she watched him roll on the protection. He never wanted anything so badly in his life. Though the last couple of days the two of them had gone round after round with one another, each time more amazing than the last, somehow what they shared in this moment was unlike anything they'd ever done before. Sam didn't just want to be with Mercedes, he needed to be with her. To have her hands tangled in his hair and his name on her lips as he covered himself completely in her. Sam ached for the feeling, knowing he wouldn't be satisfied until he had it. He settled between her legs and bent to her licking a trail up her neck to the tip of her chin tasting the water on her body.
"I love you," he whispered as he used two fingers to part her wet center and slide himself inside. Her eyes clamped shut as he settled. When he began to move, he pressed a kiss to her lips as a soft "I love you too," glided from her mouth.
He thrust in and out of her slowly, taking his time and enjoying every stroke and the feel of her softness wrapped around him. Their hips met with soft slaps, their slowly drying skin allowing them to slide easily against one other. Sam couldn't stop looking at Mercedes. Her mouth parted as little desperate pants forced their way out from her throat. He was sure to tell her how beautiful she was, how good she felt, and how much he loved her as he watched her quake beneath him. She began to come and he slid his fingers to her clit and tapped into her quickly coaxing another orgasm from her body before she could finish the first.
It wasn't long before Sam's stomach stirred and he felt himself coming soon after the tingling in his balls started. He moaned unapologetically into Mercedes mouth shaking against her as she scraped his back, her clawing turning to gentle swipes as he collapsed on top of her.
"We have to take real showers now, babe." Mercedes mumbled as she idly stroked her fingers through Sam's hair. He smiled against her chest, listening to her heart beat at the same frantic pace as his own.
"I know," he replied, ghosting a hand up and down her thigh, "Just a few more minutes."
After a short breakfast, a little frantic packing, and a speedy ride to the airport Puck and Tina were reluctantly bidding their guests farewell.
"Alright, precious babies," Puck said giving his final hug to Santana, "Hold hands with your partner and don't talk to any strangers."
"I think they'll be okay," Tina remarked, nudging Puck in the side as she separated from a tight hug with Mercedes. "If you guys forgot anything, expect it in the mail."
"Are you sure you can't come and be our live-in bartender?" Santana asked hopefully, clutching Tina's hands in hers.
Puck wrapped his arms around Tina and pulled her out of Santana's grasp. "Sorry, Tana, you can't have her."
Kurt sighed longingly as he eyed his group of friends. "I guess we better get going, guys. I don't want to miss our boarding call."
After one last round of hugs, Puck and Tina watched as their friends hurried off to their gate.
After an uneventful flight, the group found themselves back inside of a New York cab breathing in the familiar air of the city they called home. Each of them talked about the first thing they would do once they once they were settled back in and Sam was the first to begin his list of things to do as they pulled up in front of his apartment where they all helped him move his bags from the cab and into the front door.
"We'll give you two a moment," Kurt said, patting Sam's shoulder and pushing Santana back into the idling cab.
Sam rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly at Mercedes, "Do you want to talk now or..."
Mercedes own smile faltered slightly as she spoke, "48 hours," she said firmly.
"48 hours for what?"
"Let's give it 48 hours before we talk. Let's go back to life and get back to normal and then we can sit down and-"
"What is there left to talk about, Mercy? We already said we love each other. What more is there?" Sam questioned, his voice rising slightly.
Mercedes tensed at his tone and averted her gaze from his intense green-eyed stare. "I just feel like-"
Sam stepped closer to her, his voice quickly changing from angered and confused to worried, "Did you change your mind about us? About me?"
Mercedes took his hands in hers trying to calm him down as she spoke and attempting to ignore the shaking of her own hands. "I didn't say that, Sam."
"Then tell me, tell me what the problem is. Tell me why you just can't be with me." He used their joined hands to tug her closer to him and pressed his forehead against hers, forcing her to look up at him.
Tears brimmed in her eyes as she spoke, "I still love you, Sam. I can't control that so it's not going anywhere. I just need some time away from this, to think about us."
"Fine," he agreed curtly.
"Please, don't be mad at me. I want what's best for the both of us."
Sam took a deep breath, allowing the anger to leave his body and pressed a sweet kiss to Mercedes' forehead. He knew he wouldn't be able to fix any of her fears by being angry with her. It wasn't worth the hurt it would only cause. "I'm not mad, Mercy. I don't get it but you can take all the time you need. I'll be here."
"I do love you Sam."
"You don't have to tell me that, baby. I already know," he stated evenly. "I love you too." He hugged her tightly before allowing her to go back to the cab. She gave him a weak smile and a wave from the window and he returned the gesture as they pulled off.
"What did you do?" Santana questioned accusingly as soon as the cab left the curb.
"What do you mean?" Mercedes asked, still staring out the window.
"Cut the bull shit, Cedes. Trouty looked like you just told him the Chapstick factory was shutting down. Spill it, now."
"I just told him I need time to think."
Kurt let out a loud scoff before speaking. "About what exactly?" he asked incredulously. He continued to speak before Mercedes could answer, his voice stern and steady as he lobbed more questions in her direction. "About the fact that we've physically had to pry you two off of each other for the last week? About the fact that when you two aren't busy fucking each other into the wall, mattress, or whatever other flat surface you can find, you're gazing lovingly into one another's eyes like you're the last two people left on Earth? Oh wait no, maybe it's about the fact that you've been playing this fucking cat and mouse game with Sam for the past four years and when the boy finally catches the damn cheese you've been dangling in front of him, you tell him his princess is in another castle."
Before Mercedes and Santana could question Kurt's odd statement, he put a hand in the air, stopping the words from leaving their mouths.
"Don't you two look at me like that. You know what the hell I mean," he asserted, waving a finger at each of them. "What else do you have to think about, Mercedes?" Mercedes turned back toward the window and Kurt gently pulled her by her chin, turning her to face him. He spoke softly and sincerely, "You love him. So be with him."
"It's not that simple, Kurt," she admitted with a heavy sigh, allowing her eyes to sink to the floor.
"Please enlighten me because as far as I knew this shit was far from rocket science."
"I am scared, Kurt," Mercedes confessed in a whisper. "You think I haven't been paying any attention to the way I feel for Sam? I have and it fucking terrifies me. I've been in control of whatever the hell it is I've felt for him all these years and now after spending a week with him, it all comes pouring out of me and I can't do anything stop it." Her voice began to rise as she continued to speak at a faster pace. "And you know what the worst part is? I don't want to stop it. I just want to be able to control it. To walk into the same room as him and not have a stone in my stomach that won't go away until he notices me. To not tremble every time he touches me or be nervous that he's going to discover anything about me that he doesn't like. To not worry every minute what's going to happen to me if he stops loving me. I'm not that person. I never have been and I don't know if I can be now."
Before Kurt could reply, the cab came to a soft stop in front of their building. Mercedes shoved a fist of bills into the driver's hand and gave him a polite "Thank you," before sliding her door open and rushing to grab her bags from the back. Kurt and Santana came out of the cab right behind her as she gathered her things as hurriedly as possible.
"This conversation is not over, Mercedes," Kurt yelled to her back as she half drug, half carried her belongings to the door. She tapped her foot anxiously as she waited for the elevator and stepped into it, breathing a sigh of relief as the doors closed behind her. She bit back the tears welling into her eyes, not letting a single one fall as she sent the elevator back down for Kurt and Santana. Once she was inside her room, she collapsed onto the carpet, not bothering to turn on the lights or move her bags around. She fell on top of them, sobbing silently against the floor unable to move and unable to explain the deep pain she felt within her chest.
Kurts words rang annoyingly in her head as she shook against the floor. You love him. So be with him.
Mercedes didn't know how long she lay on the floor crying. All she knew was that when Kurt and Santana entered her room and removed the pile of bags from around her before laying down on the floor beside her, she didn't object. She allowed the warmth of her friends comfort to envelop her and calm her down as she readied herself to talk out whatever the hell was going on with her. She wasn't quite ready to talk when they came in but they had plenty to say to her.
Kurt was first, he laid behind her and rested his cheek against hers as he spoke quietly. "You don't have to be anyone else, Mercy. You're not turning into a different person just because you're in love. Honey, you've just never been in love and it is a jarring experience. Trust me, I know it's scary as hell and you just want to run away from it and pretend like it isn't happening but that's not going to make the feeling stop."
When he finished Santana allowed his words to settle with Mercedes before she spoke. She laced her fingers with Mercedes' and kissed their joined hands. "You know I'm not one for all this sappy shit, babe, but let me tell you something, that goofy blonde boy is hopelessly in love with you and you're in love with him too. We're not here to tell you what to do we just want you to know that everything your feeling is normal, hell it's expected. You're supposed to be scared, and nervous, and jittery and I'm sure you can take some solace in the fact that Sam is more than likely feeling the same exact way. If I can offer you any piece of advice, Cedes, it's this: don't let the things you're scared of get in the way of having something special."
Mercedes nodded as Santana cleaned her tear-stained face. She thanked her best friends and offered no argument to their declarations. She promised that she would think about everything they said and spend the night attempting to find peace with her new emotions.
Guise, Mercedes is stubborn. She wouldn't let me write the original fluffy ending I had planned. I lost control of the situation and when I finished the chapter, I was just staring at my screen like what is this foreign thing here at the end? Are those paragraphs trying to be angst? No sir, not cool.
Anywhoo, the last part is the epilogue, which should be interesting because I cannot just leave the story like this. Angst does not sit well with me and I can't think of a more appropriate time to express the sentiment of "I am not here for that." Let me know how you're feeling in the reviews and I'll see you all soon.