Thank you all for your lovely reviews on this story! I don't update nearly as often as I should now that I have two stories on the go as well as full-time work, and rehearsals for a play, but the fact that I have no social life means I do get some writing done!

It sure is weird writing this story for summer when we are in winter over here and have just experienced 4 days of almost torrential rain and flooding. People were evacuated from towns very close to my house, so it got quite bad!

This chapter is technically Sam and Mercedes, but I'm a Klaine whore and they got a look in too… Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see happen! I'm basically just looking at the lyrics for Summer Lovin' and using them as prompts for a chapter, but I would love to incorporate any ideas =D

Happy reading!

"Finn, I'll convince Rachel to put out if you don't tell about me and Sam, okay?" Mercedes hissed. She'd dragged Finn into a deserted classroom before school.

"So you are with Sam? Kurt tried to convince me I'd heard wrong, but I knew he was lying about him teaching you how to kiss because you'd never kissed anyone before!" Finn exclaimed loudly.

Mercedes paled. Even Sam didn't know he'd been her first kiss and she certainly didn't want him to know. She really liked Sam, and she didn't want him getting weirded-out that she would take things too seriously.

"Pfft," she scoffed, "Of course that's a lie!" Mercedes tried to keep her voice from going too high, "Finn, if you tell anyone, I swear, I'll make your life a living hell, okay? But if you shut up, I can use my pull with Rachel to try to get you some more action, okay?"

Finn nodded, gulping a little.

"Why don't you want anyone to know, though?" he asked, "Sam's a great guy."

Mercedes let out a sigh. Sam was a great guy. He was funny, and cute and sweet and caring and romantic and playful and flirty and wonderful. He was also very, very hot.

"I just don't want people judging us, okay?" Mercedes said in a frustrated voice.

"I think people are kind of past the fact that he's paler than paper and you're black you know…" Finn said, then seemed to realise he might have been offensive.

"Sorry, it's none of my business, and I promise I'll keep my mouth shut," Finn said solemnly, "I just hope you guys don't let other people tell you what to do… Sam deserves someone cool and nice, and so do you."

Mercedes stared at Finn. She couldn't remember ever having a conversation with Finn that hadn't consisted of key changes or thinly veiled insults. Now she could finally see what Rachel saw. Finn really was nice under all that jock ridiculousness and poor self esteem.

"Thank you, Finn," Mercedes said softly and hugged him awkwardly.

Mercedes slipped into Glee Club quietly and took a seat next to Sam. It was hard to sit next to him without grinning ridiculously. Sam obviously thought the same, because he winked at her and smiled knowingly. He took out a pen from his bag and began to write on his hand. Mercedes tried to keep the smile off her face as she read the words on his hand – "Meet me at my car after everyone leaves" he wrote, then drew a little smiley on his thumb and another on his other thumb and, still staring straight ahead innocently, pressed his thumbs together a few times to make them kiss.

Mercedes hurried to turn her laugh into a cough and he grinned at her.

Kurt saw Sam sitting in his car as he headed out to the car park. He was meeting Blaine for coffee in half an hour so he had a little time, and he headed over to check that Sam was okay. Sam saw Kurt coming and flushed bright red.

"I… urr… Hi, Kurt… Car trouble," he stammered. Kurt smiled knowingly and decided to play with him a little bit.

"Oh, really? Well pop the hood and I'll take a look," he said, peeling off his sweater and vest and rolling up his sleeves.

Sam gave Kurt an incredulous look.

"What?" he said, insulted, "My father owns an auto shop, and you think I don't know anything about cars? I took on some of his cars on my own while he was sick and his customers all preferred me because they got their cars feng shui-ed for free! Now, pop the hood, Macaulay!"

Sam tried to keep the worried look off his face as he popped the hood. He made to open his door, but Kurt held up a hand.

"No, stay there," he demanded, "I might need you to try to turn her over."

Kurt got to the bonnet and raised it, hiding his face from Sam and letting his grin spread across his face. He whipped out his phone and typed a message to Blaine.

Can you meet me at school instead? I'm playing mechanic with Sam's car… :P

Kurt quickly disconnected Sam's battery.

"Okay! Sam, I can't see the problem… Try starting the ignition for me so I can hear what's happening," he called.

Sam paled. If Kurt really knew about cars, then he would be caught out as soon as he started the engine. Kurt knew about Sam and Mercedes, but Sam really didn't want to deal with the teasing and big brother-like "You hurt her, I hurt you" conversation that he knew was coming sooner or later. Sam gritted his teeth. There was no way out of this.

He turned the key.

Nothing.

Sam frowned and tried again.

Nothing.

"Kurt, did you touch something?" Sam called in a panic. Sam didn't have the money to take his beaten up car to a mechanic. In fact, he would have sold it already if it hadn't been for the fact that he needed it for his pizza deliveries, and they paid for his gas.

"No, why?" Kurt called back, trying to keep the grin out of his voice, "What was it doing before?"

"Well it was starting!" Sam was getting anxious now, not helped at all by the fact that Blaine had just pulled his car into the spot next to Sam's.

"Hey, Sam!" Blaine said sympathetically, "Won't start?"He asked. Then he peeked around the hood and caught a glimpse of his boyfriend leaning over Sam's engine looking like a pin up model. Blaine was always amazed by how comfortable Kurt was with cars. He must have heard Blaine pull up because he was leaning back over the engine resting his elbows on the edge of the hood and had one knee thrown over his other leg.

Blaine blushed as he felt himself get a little hard. How had he ever thought Kurt wasn't sexy? Kurt was sex. Especially right now.

Blaine kept the stunned mullet look off his face and grabbed Kurt roughly to kiss him, pressing him back against the car with his hips.

Ooops.

Too far.

He felt Kurt getting hard against him too and the pressure where their bodies were touching was delicious and perfect. He stepped away, embarrassed.

"Sorry," he said quickly.

"That's okay," Kurt said breathlessly, "I kind of liked it."

"So what's wrong with the car?" Blaine asked, trying to tear his eyes away from Kurt's.

Kurt held up a finger to his lips and held up a loose cord. Blaine knew about cars. He didn't particularly care about them at all, but rebuilding that Chevy with his dad meant he'd certainly picked up a few things.

And the most simplistic thing that he knew was that that cord had to connect to the battery.

Blaine gave Kurt a puzzled look, knowing that Kurt knew even better than him where that cord needed to be.

"Sam lied to me about car trouble because he's meeting Mercedes," Kurt whispered, "So I'm teaching him a valuable lesson."

Kurt grinned evilly. Blaine stifled a laugh. Kurt really could be devious sometimes.

"What's wrong with it, Kurt?" Sam called out anxiously, still trying to start the car, "I need this car for work!"

Kurt plastered a stern look on his face and walked out from behind the bonnet.

"I think I've found the source of the problem, Sam," he said seriously, "I think there might have been an excess of lying to Kurt Hummel, which resulted in a battery disconnection."

Kurt grinned and waited for the penny to drop.

Sam looked both relieved and embarrassed, "You mean the car's okay?" he asked quickly.

Kurt nodded.

"Sorry I lied to you, Kurt," Sam said, ashamed, "I guess you know why I did, though," he said.

"Blaine? Reconnect the battery for me, will you honey?" Kurt called and felt a little thrill as Blaine tossed Kurt his blazer and winked. That boy looked good around an engine.

Sam grinned a little at Kurt's distraction and Kurt noticed that he had been caught out ogling his own boyfriend.

"Sam, I want your word that this thing with Mercedes… it's not just a rebound thing for you," Kurt demanded softly, "Mercedes doesn't do relationships or boys at all so you must be pretty darn special. But if you break her heart, I'll make sure that you regret it okay?" Kurt said fiercely.

Sam looked a little angry.

"Kurt, I really like Mercedes, okay? She's funny and kind and beautiful and talented. She laughs at my jokes, and she's lots of fun to be around, and she makes me want to…" Sam seemed to realise who he was talking to and stopped mid-sentence. "Kurt, I'm not going to hurt her; at least not on purpose. And I'm going to try really hard not to hurt her by accident either. What do you mean she doesn't do relationships though?" Sam was worried. Was this why Mercedes didn't want to tell people? She didn't want anything serious?

"Sam, you're her first kiss, her first boyfriend, everything," Kurt said, confused, "Surely she told you that?"

"No, I didn't," Mercedes spoke angrily from behind Kurt, just as Blaine put the hood of Sam's car back down. Kurt spun to look at her.

"Kurt, what gives you the right to tell anyone about that? It's my business, not yours!" Mercedes stormed around the other side of Sam's car to jump in.

"Mercedes, he deserves to know! It's not like it's a well-kept secret!" Kurt was astonished.

"Drive, Sam," Mercedes said, buckling her seat belt and staring straight ahead.

Sam gave Kurt and Blaine a helpless look and started the car, still relieved that it actually turned over, and pulled out of the lot. He drove for about ten minutes quite aimlessly before pulling up in a quiet street somewhere.

"Mercedes, was I the first person you kissed?" Sam asked gently.

Mercedes nodded, and Sam was reminded of how sad and beautiful she had looked that night at Prom.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam pressed gently, "I like knowing that I'm the only one to kiss you," he smiled. Mercedes looked at him with wide, glittery eyes.

"Really?" she asked, "It's just that you dated Quinn and Santana, and quite besides the fact they are about fifty times hotter than me, they are also both quite experienced. I don't want you to treat me any differently know that you know that I haven't dated anyone else, okay? Well technically, I did go out with Puck for a week, but that was a stupid popularity thing and we never kissed or anything. He was actually a really rubbish boyfriend," Mercedes laughed a little, trying desperately to get the conversation back to that fun, flirty place they were so used to now.

Sam shook his head.

"Mercedes, of course I'm going to treat you differently. For a start, I like you a hell of a lot more than I ever liked Santana and Quinn, and you deserve to have an amazing first boyfriend, not just a mediocre one. So, I'm going to make sure that I'm the first boyfriend you're never going to want to let go, okay?" Sam smiled at her and leant across the seat.

He murmured into Mercedes' lips as he leant in to kiss her.

"And, just for the record, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Sam grinned as Mercedes kissed him back hungrily.