Glad everyone liked the first chapter so much! Sorry about the long wait on this and NPLH. I've had a massive week of Real Life. But it's the weekend now so I'm ready to play with you all! Hope you like this! I've never written Sam or Mercedes before. This chapter is Sam's point of view. Let me know if there's anything you particularly want to see happen. As I said this is loosely based on Summer Lovin' in Grease but it's really ever-so-flexible!

Also! There is another Summer Lovin' fic already up by RoyallyFamiliar. I had no idea about it, but I've since read it, and its great =D Not much in similarity with mine except the name and where it starts but please go and read it!

Anyway! Enjoy and review :P

Sam had been worrying about it all day. He didn't have money to take Mercedes out anywhere, but after the Prom he needed an amazing follow-up date. They'd had one amazing dance at Prom, and Sam had been a little stunned at the way the room had gotten sort of quiet and nothing else mattered except that he had Mercedes in his arms right then. Mercedes made him feel comfortable. She was beautiful and talented, but she didn't make him feel like he was being used, or that he wasn't good enough. Quinn and Santana had both made him feel inadequate and self-conscious.

Mercedes.

The way she had looked at him when he'd asked her to dance. Like it was the moment she had been waiting for all night that would make her happy. Sam told her she looked beautiful because she did. With those lights and her dress she looked amazing. But he asked her to dance for a different reason entirely. She looked too sad. Mercedes was bubbly and fun and it seemed like a crime that a girl like her was sitting at a table alone looking the complete opposite. Sam just wanted to make her smile.

Sam was good at making people smile. He loved impressions and imitations, and everyone at his old school knew him as the class clown. McKinley was so different. Everyone cared so much about their popularity here. It wasn't 'cool' to be a geek, or to impersonate Matthew McConaughey so he wasn't making friends. Sam liked the kids in glee, but most of them gave him a hard time about the size of his mouth too.

Mercedes wasn't like them.

She didn't care what anyone else thought, if she liked someone, she liked them. Mercedes always laughed at his jokes and impressions. And she'd never once called him Trouty Mouth. That shouldn't have been the first thing that endeared her to him, but it was. She was nice, she laughed, she didn't care about popularity, and she wasn't trying to use him to make anyone else jealous. Nice girls like that seemed pretty hard to come by at McKinley, Sam had thought to himself as he danced slowly with her.

It probably wasn't fair at all because he was homeless and nerdy, but Mercedes made him feel like someone cared; like someone actually liked him for more than being a bottle (or citrus fruit) blonde. As he walked Rachel and Mercedes home after Prom, he had been counting the steps to Rachel's front door. She had been talking a mile a minute the whole way, and he kept finding himself drawn to Mercedes on his other side, smiling quietly up at him, her eyes shining in the streetlights. His heart did a funny little flop and he realised that he really liked her. It wasn't just the way she made him feel at ease and happy. It was the way she made him want to kiss her in the middle of the street.

Rachel was safely home and Mercedes and Sam were walking in a comfortable silence towards her house.

"I… I had fun tonight," she smiled at him. Was she shy? Sam had never seen Mercedes so quiet before.

"Me too," Sam smiled back. Okay, so maybe he was nervous too. "You looked absolutely beautiful tonight. I was the luckiest guy in the gym," He said, hoping that sounded more calm and collected than he felt.

Mercedes's arm was still draped over Sam's elbow as he escorted her. Her fingers brushing against his arm tightened a little and he noticed her shivering.

"Oh, hey! Take my jacket!" he said quickly, and pulled it off and draped it over her shoulders despite her protests.

"I don't want you to be cold, though," she said, trying to shrug it off, but he firmly placed it back on her shoulders and accidentally let his hand rest there a little too long.

"You're more important," he smiled down at her. Oh, the way she smiled then. She ducked her head and sort of grinned, a little embarrassed and disbelieving, but peeked at him through her long lashes and he almost gasped at her eyes.

He stopped then, not noticing that she kept walking for several steps.

"What's wrong?" Mercedes spun around, realising Sam wasn't beside her. "Did you forget something?"

Sam just nodded mutely, heart pounding madly.

"I forgot to do something really important," he said quietly and held out his hand, "Mercedes, will you dance with me?"

Mercedes looked confused, but nodded, laughing a little as he lead them into the street under a streetlight and spun her before pulling her close.

"Sam, you already asked me to dance, remember?" she smiled a little and rolled her eyes at him.

Sam nodded.

"I know. But I forgot to do this," he whispered and leant down to brush his lips softly to hers. He felt Mercedes gasp slightly then she was kissing him back very, very softly with wonder, as if she had never kissed anyone before. Tentatively, the kiss became stronger and finally Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her lips to let him in. Sam almost groaned at the wet heat on his tongue. After several moments they broke apart, panting. They stared at each other then suddenly they both grinned and in the blink of an eye they were kissing again.

Sam needed a strong follow up date. The trouble with being spur-of-the-moment romantic on Prom Night meant that every other date lacked that magic. He needed to avoid spending money too. He figured he might be able to pick up an extra shift delivering pizza and be able to swing thirty dollars.

He leant in next to Mercedes on the plane ride back home from Nationals. Everyone was quiet, and Mercedes gave him a panicked look. They hadn't told anyone that they had kissed or that they were sort of dating now. A plane ride full of disgruntled glee members, two of which were Sam's ex's was not the place she wanted it to get out. Sam thought better of speaking and whipped out his phone, typing in a quick message and passing it to her.

Wanna go to the movies with me tomorrow?

Mercedes looked at him and shook her head. Sam felt his stomach drop. He hadn't expected her to say no. She suddenly grinned at him and said softly, "Not like that, idiot," and typed a message back.

You can't afford that kind of stuff. We'll go out for coffee, but I'm buying.

It was Sam's turn to shake his head: vigorously. Mercedes rolled her eyes and typed again.

Sam, I can afford to buy us both coffees. I could afford to go to the movies too, but I just really want to talk about us and we haven't had a chance yet.

Sam grabbed the phone back off her and typed a response.

I can afford coffees. Let me pay.

Mercedes glared at him and typed a message.

Either I pay or you don't see me at all. Your choice.

Sam gave a little grimace at the look on Mercedes face. He gave in and nodded, and her face lit up completely. Sam glanced around at the rest of the club. Everyone was reading some magazine. Except Puck and Lauren. They'd been in the bathroom for about twenty minutes. Sam didn't even want to think about what they were doing.

With everyone either distracted or absent, Sam deemed it safe. He reached across and held Mercedes's hand for a few seconds, intertwining their fingers and stroking her hand with the pad of his thumb softly. Her eyes got soft and he could tell she hated it when he took his hand away. It was safer though. There was a lot of jealousy and blackmail going on in glee at the moment, and Sam didn't want him and Mercedes's relationship to have any part in that. It was sweet and innocent, and he didn't want it tarnished. It was better as a secret.

Sam leaned back into his seat and relaxed with a smile playing about his face as he felt Mercedes watching him. He really couldn't wait for coffee tomorrow.

"Do you think they know?" Mercedes asked him worriedly as they left Kurt and Blaine.

"I don't think anybody knows," he smiled at her and took her hand, relishing the feel of it in his in public. They had both decided that they only had a week left of school so they would keep it quiet. If they lasted the summer then they could be common knowledge. Mercedes smiled back and collected their coffee order, thanked the barrista and they left, hand in hand.

They climbed into Mercedes's car, and Sam took a sip of his foamy cappuccino.

Mercedes giggled at Sam.

"You missed a bit," she grinned and Sam winked.

"Lick it off for me?" he fluttered his lashes, leaning forward and pouting his already oversized lips.

Mercedes's eyes drifted to his lips and the look in her eye took Sam's breath away a little. He'd expected her to slap him playfully or make some quip, but she wanted to do it.

Looking back, neither could remember who kissed who, Sam just suddenly found himself leaning across the driver's seat awkwardly as he kissed Mercedes with everything he had. It was so much fun to kiss this girl. Quinn never let herself have fun with kisses, instead she used them to barter and win his affections like a carrot on the end of a string wins a rabbit. And Santana liked kissing him, but she never let herself have fun, she always tried to make him get hard so she could leave him hanging and feel superior and wanted.

Mercedes just grinned against his lips and wriggled her tongue around the roof of his mouth to tickle him then bit down playfully on his tongue. Sam had never found kissing to be this much fun, and she was turning him on quicker than Santana ever had. He tried to crawl closer to her, but ended up with his elbow bumping the horn and scaring them both out of their wits. They laughed a little and Sam crawled back into his seat breathlessly before realising that Mercedes was frozen.

"What?" he asked; the ghost of a laugh still in his voice.

He followed her gaze and saw Kurt and Blaine seeing in Kurt's car directly across the lot from them.

Sam groaned loudly as Blaine gave them a 'thumbs up' sign with his hands and a grin.

Kurt held up his hand to imitate a telephone and mouthed "Call me!" to Mercedes. She merely closed her eyes and looked as though she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

"It's going to be the worst summer ever," she groaned, "Everyone will know by tomorrow."

Sam looked at her.

"It's not that bad. Do you not want people knowing about me?" Sam felt a little bit worried.

"I don't but it's not for the reason's you're thinking right now," she smiled at him and wiped a smear of lipstick off the corner of his mouth. "I've never gone out with anyone. Ever. And I just want this to be safe and secret where no-one else can touch it. I mean, look at the girls you've dated, Sam. I'm not in the same league as them. I don't think we even play the same sport! People will say things and you'll be embarrassed to be with me."

Sam gawked at her.

"Are you serious? Mercedes, you're better! If that's the only reason you want to keep us a secret then get ready for some serious PDA at school on Monday!"

Mercedes grinned at him.

"Thank you for that offer," she grinned, "But I'll ring Kurt tonight and make him keep quiet. I may have to offer up your services as a mannequin though. He's been designing a new range and moaning about not having a model. Blaine won't let him dress him up. He said if they became that gay couple, he might have to kill himself." Mercedes smiled slyly. But Sam knew that if keeping Kurt quiet would keep Mercedes happy, he would go along with anything she suggested.

"Sounds like a deal," he whispered as they watched Kurt and Blaine drive away, Kurt waggling his finger and Blaine waggling his eyebrows at them.

"Now… where were we?" Mercedes laughed, and Sam fell a tiny bit in love with her as she dipped her finger in the top of his coffee and wiped the froth onto her lips.

"I'd say, right about… here," Sam moaned and licked a trail around Mercedes's lips before kissing her madly once more.