Just to clear up any confusion, in this story, the Troubletones and New Directions were not in the same school. So the known Troubletones were never at McKinley here, just because that's how I wanted to do this one.

Let the Games Begin!

Welcome, Couples! Included on this program are your names and whom you will be lodging with during your stay for Game On Weekend at the Sugar Shack!

I hope that you all enjoy your time here and if you don't it's totally your fault for not being able to learn how to have fun and play games and be a good sport, like the cool people.

COUPLES:

Sugar Motta and Artie Abrams

Santana Lopez and Brittany S. Pierce

Mike Chang and Tina Cohen-Chang

Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel

Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry

Noah Puckerman and Quinn Fabray

Matt Rutherford and Lauren Zizes

Mercedes Jones and Sam Evans

Games will include, but are not limited to: Twister, Clue, Monopoly, Poker, Go Fish (Because I still likes that shit), Pictionary, Charades. Darts, Ping Pong, Pool, Foosball, and outside games such as Chicken (in the pool), Tag Football, Paintball War, Watergun Fights (ooh, and water balloons, too), Hide and Seek (why not? Especially if we're drunk). Feel free to request games that you would like to play and be willing to be rejected if nobody else wants to...

By the way, many of the games will be played under the stipulations of drinking, kissing, and/or stripping, for example – drinking monopoly or strip poker, or kissing Pictionary. Be prepared to kiss, and drink and maybe strip, depending on what I happen to pull out of my little hat.

Love SUGAR!

Sam laughed as he read the program, placing his bag in the spacious closet he was sharing with Mercedes. "Why are you laughing? Trust me, she's serious about every word on this thing," Mercedes told him. "I have known that girl since her family came to Lima."

"She seems... very odd. I still have no idea how she and Artie ever got together," Sam said placing the program down on the dresser.

"I think that they got together that time when the Troubletones and New Directions both stayed at the same hotel for regionals," Mercedes said and laughed, remembering that night. The two teams got together for an alliance against Vocal Adrenaline. "We all took all of Vocal Adrenaline's underwear and hid them, like we were damned kids at camp!" She laughed.

"Hey – that was our idea. I ended up taking the blame for it and getting pulled from the competition, so that nobody else would get in trouble, but it had been a lovechild brainstorm of Puck, Mike and me. Then, Finn wanted to pull you ladies in too, I guess try to have it backfire against you if we got caught. But, I couldn't let that happen." He shrugged his shoulders and they headed for the living room, where everyone was supposed to meet for the "pre-games refreshments," which were composed of alcohol, fruits marinated in alcohol, meats marinated in alcohol, and a table of snacks. "Want a drink?" Sam asked.

"Not at 4:45 in the afternoon," she answered with a laugh, then asked, "So, you only know Sugar through Artie, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean, I know you from the store, but other than the two of you, the rest of them are all New Directions, right?"

"Rachel's boyfriend was actually in Vocal Adrenaline, though. And Quinn... well – she's a double agent," Mercedes said with a laugh.

"Why do you say that?" He asked her.

"Oh, Quinn went to school with us for a year, when she was pregnant and didn't really want all of her friends and stuff to know. She lived with me for a while, too," she said.

"Oh," he said and nodded. "Er... I didn't know all of that. I knew that she and Puck had a baby, but I had no idea that you and Quinn were friends. That seems a little unlikely."

"Oh please, Quinn Fabray and I are like sisters in the dark. Of course, she's like the slightly older and much cooler sister and I'm the less attractive dorky sister..."

"Whoa!" he said and touched her chin, "Are you kidding? There's nothing less attractive about you. You two are attractive in different ways. She's attractive in this traditional and kinda boring way and you're attractive in this 'coolest girlfriend I never had' kinda way – which is truly the better way." She smiled. She'd never heard herself described that way before and she never would have expected it from him. Now, she kind of felt like they should have had a real conversation, sooner... or maybe he was simply being extra nice to her because they had been set up on this date thing. Her brain felt really confused, and it must have shown on her face, because he asked, "Do you have some kind of sci-fi trivia question in your head to ask me?"

She laughed at the question, but then answered, "No, but I am accepting them in the category of sci-fi romances and best couples," Mercedes joked.

"Anastasia Dualla and Billy Keikeya or Dualla and Lee?" He asked. She gave him the stink eye.

"How dare you, Sir? How dare you even think to ask me such an atrocious question! Billy was the most adorable thing to walk on that ship, aside from the love of my life, Gaeta, of course..." Sam made a face. He hadn't heard any ladies checking for Gaeta before, that he could remember. She went on to say, "And I felt like I connected so much with her, until she decided that she was going to leave behind her nerdy, sweet, innocent and so heavenly tall boyfriend in order to hook up with that self-righteous, pretentious piece of privileged, arrogant, unfaithful asswipe..."

Sam's eyes widened. "That's it, you're the girl of my dreams. Can we get some matching T-shirts? Oooh.. can they be those shirts that look like a fancy suit? Oh! Or shirts that look like the Tron suits?"

"I'd like a shirt with a cardboard box on it that has 'What's in the box?' printed on it." Sam laughed, pulled her to him with one hand and kissed her temple. Mercedes' eyebrow shot up, but he so casually pulled away and didn't apologize or fumble awkwardly that she didn't know what to think. Think nothing. This is a casual encounter with a guy that you just so happen to like the crap out of... Soon, the others started showing up as well.

The games were probably staged, as somehow, they ended up being one of the couples who set under the kissing rules. The two of them, Sugar and Artie, Tina and Mike and Blaine and Kurt ended up playing with kisses instead of drinks (randomly selected, sure). Sam was pretty good at ping pong, so he didn't get many kisses... though the ones that he did get were spectacular. But, when couple's strip poker began, Sam ended up being the one to play the hand and Mercedes ended up being the one to have to strip. The way that Sugar set it up, there were four couples to each table, the one stripping was not permitted to help the one playing the hand... and he honestly was a terrible cards player.

Santana was gladly beating him, and at first, it wasn't a problem. Mercedes typically wore several layers of clothes – even when it was pretty hot out. But, she got a little nervous, and it was clear very uncomfortable when she had to lose her pants. She was sitting next to him, in a pair of boy shorts, a spaghetti strap undershirt and bra with socks when she asked, "Shouldn't this damned game be over with, by now?"Sam frowned and looked at her, ready to fold.

Jesse St. James, the boyfriend of one of Sam's friends, Rachel, said, "At least you still have some clothes on. Rachel has me a pair of boxers away from showing everyone in the room everything that I have to offer her. He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink.

Rachel laughed at herself and admitted, "I'm not much of a card player."

At the next table, Matt Rutherford, one of Mike and Puck's old friends called out to them, "My date's only been able to remove her socks! I'm ready to see some flesh!" He winked at the large woman, Lauren, who Puck set him up with for him to be invited to this event.

Puck, from across the table said, "Then stop fuckin' winning!"

Meanwhile, at Sam and Mercedes'table, Sugar laughed and blew a kiss at Artie, who was pretty much still totally dressed, seated in his wheelchair, "We've got these babies, Baby!" After a few more moves, Mercedes had lost her socks and had to slide her bra off, from underneath her spaghetti strap blouse and covered herself with folded arms. She looked at the other table. Quinn Fabray's gloriously thin body, no matter how "traditional and kinda boring" it might have been was elegantly beautiful, even though she only wore a pair of lacey panties, now and used her hands as cups to conceal her small breasts.

Mercedes frowned. If Sam's ass kept losing and she had to take off this top, her little hands wouldn't mean shit to covering up her own big titties. Her brows furrowed in frustration. Matt must have started losing, because Lauren Zizes had come out of a few articles of clothing. That might have made Mercedes feel a little better about not being the only round naked woman in the room, if Zizes wasn't so damned confident that she had her leg propped up on Matt's chair like Captain fricking Morgan.

Blaine was shirtless and sockless as Kurt played his hand, but he was also thin and attractive, and Mike Chang was almost naked, too. She wondered if anyone was trying, or if they all were just eager to see their dates buck ass naked? Then, she wondered if Sam was doing that to her? Why would he want to see her naked and her mind just began to travel to all other kinds of ugly...

Sam bit his lip and shook his head, throwing down the rest of the cards in his hand. "This ends now, y'all. She's obviously not comfortable," he said, holding a hand out towards Mercedes.

"She's also obviously an adult, Mr. Evans," Santana commented. "She'd tell me to piss off, if that's what she wanted." Sam frowned and looked at Mercedes. Santana smirked and suggested, "Maybe you don't want anyone to see any more of her. Want all that chocolate thunder reserved for your pretty green eyes and big fluffy buttermilk pancake lips..." Sam pursed his lips together and turned red in the face. He didn't think he liked this Santana woman very much, even though she was partially right. He didn't know exactly why but he did feel a little protective of Mercedes, maybe even territorial.

Mercedes sighed and rolled her eyes and got up, grabbing all of her clothes. "So, if this game's over, I'll be heading for bed. Goodnight, folks."

She rushed away and into the bathroom in the bedroom that they set her and Sam in to get a bit of ashamed crying out of the way. It wasn't long before she heard a knock and waited to see if it was him. "Cedes, are you alright?" It was Quinn. She sighed and opened the door. Quinn still held her hands over her breasts and Mercedes laughed at the sight of her, like that. "You seemed upset when you left the room."

"I don't like having my body exposed like this. It's not even that I'm uncomfortable with my body so much as it is that I am uncomfortable with sharing," Mercedes said. She peeked into the bedroom and since nobody was inside, she retrieved her nightie. "I don't know why I let you take me shopping for this."

"Why do you say that? Mercy, he's seen you down to your skivvies, now. This nightie should be a piece of cake for you to wear," Quinn said, letting go of her breasts and holding the baby blue, shimmery, silk thigh length chemise up to her friend's body. "And this is one of his favorite colors."

Mercedes took the lingerie from Quinn and set it down. "How close are you two? He seemed surprised when I told him that you and I were really good friends in the time that you left McKinley when you were pregnant," Mercedes said, preparing her beauty products on the sink.

"Well, he and I dated for a couple of months, or so after I got back to McKinley. He's a great guy and all. Things just weren't really what they should be for us. But, I think that the two of you match well." Quinn leaned back against the sink and said, "Not just for a weekend fling, though I don't see what's wrong with that if that's what you both want. You deserve to have some fun, but you also deserve to have something real." Mercedes didn't know how to feel about this news. If Quinn was Sam's type, the hell was she going to be able to do with him? Maybe his taste had changed, or maybe he was simply enjoying his damned weekend, like she would have to keep reminding herself to.

Mercedes was in the bed, wearing a pair of reading glasses and playing around on her laptop when Sam came into the room, a while later. There was a glass of wine on the nightstand next to her. She smiled at him and said, "I figured that they'd be bold enough to try to make us share a bed. I brought along a hammock, if you'd prefer not to have to share..."

Sam flopped down on the bed and kicked off his shoes as he asked, "Why would I have a problem sharing a little bed with a beautiful woman?" She smiled at him, not answering the question. Sam collected some pajamas and a male tank top, then vanished into the bathroom to shower. When he came out of the bathroom, she had put away her laptop and laid herself down. He wondered if she was already asleep as he climbed beneath the covers with her. "Are there movies that you know every single word to?" She asked.

Sam chuckled and said, "Of course there are." It was a pretty good ice breaker, because they began talking about all kinds of trivial stuff as they lie down on opposite sides of the bed. Mercedes was unsure of how it even happened – they'd been talking about women in sci-fi movies and comics when somehow it turned into him telling her that he had been fantasizing about seeing her touch herself all week – since the day they met up at the music store and he saw her dancing to the demo she was listening to.

That subject turned into the fact that she had only ever tried touching herself once, years ago and it had been uneventful for her and deemed not worthy of her attention. "There's just not anything stimulating about my hands," she said, with a shrug. That was where the line got crossed.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam asked, moving over on the bed to reach for her hands. "These hot little hands have haunted my dreams. I'd love to know the damage your touch can cause." He kissed her fingertips and took control of her limbs, guiding her hands gently tracing them down her skin and body. This sent chills through Mercedes that she never knew her hands could invoke from within her own body. Sam took one of her hands and positioned it in between her legs, to orchestrate her rubbing herself with it. She whimpered. She hadn't expected it to feel so good. Even though he was applying the pressure and moving the hand, it was still her hand and she tried to squirm away from him as he demonstrated. "Do you not like it?" He asked. She stared at him, unable to speak, at the moment. He gave her a crooked smile and guided her other hand between her legs, as well.

With the other hand, he directed her to pull her panties aside, so that the main hand could be properly acquainted with its subject. She yelped, cooed and began to grind against her own touch. Sam slowly let go, looking at her take control, working herself in the way he'd just shown her and making some variations here and there. "I wanna watch you do it," he told her. She nodded and licked his lips. Sam shuddered and reached into his pajamas to join in on the self gratification. The two of them were no longer in that room. They had forgotten where they were and what the situation was. All that mattered were these sensations and the person staring ahead, making the ecstasy that much more sentimental.

After a while, when Mercedes breached the final stage, the thrill of her body's preparations frightened her and she let go of herself and temporarily panicked. Sam quickly rushed to her, taking her hands and resuming their efforts for her, "Don't stop now, Sexy. You're almost there," he told her. Mercedes leaned forward and sank her teeth into his chest as he maneuvered her hands to keep her in the zone for pleasure. He hissed when she sucked in the flesh of his pectoral but continued with her hands against her body until after she climaxed and fell backwards on the bed, trembling into spasms that she had never felt before.

Sam stole her hands and captured her fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off as he moaned hot breaths all over her digits. She tasted SO good! "Am I okay? I feel like my heart is going to explode. I feel like I'm going to die," she said, breathlessly. Sam smirked at her as he released her hands and reached for himself again, to finish up.

She was catching her breath, but he asked her, politely, "Is it alright if you spread your legs, just for me to stare?" She smiled, nervously, but did just as he requested.

"Would you like me to kiss you while you do this?" She asked, feeling a little bit awkward just laying there, spread eagle while his eyes grazed her body.

"I would like for you to do whatever you wanna do to me, please," he replied. Within moments, she began an assault of painfully tender kisses, wherever her lips may have landed. Sam thought that he might combust by the time that he finished himself off and his hand was covered in the stuff, with Mercedes' glorious lips still touching his body. "I need to go clean off my hand," he whispered.

But, Mercedes, following his example from a few moments earlier cleaned his hand and fingers off with her mouth. Sam watched her, with his heart, stomach and member all aching at the sight of this. Immediately, her mouth became irresistible to him and he sought it out for rough kisses, wrapping his hands in her hair as he did. She was lying down before she realized it and her body had become his treat. Her neck, her clavicle, her chest and her shoulders began being devoured by his large lips and he covered each of the areas in brilliant love marks, then smiled against her skin and held her with his head rested on her bosom.

"For a little while there, we were like Simon and Alisha. And I know, I know – we as an audience only had the chance to see Alisha and Curtis wanking off for each other's viewing pleasure, but in my head canon, Alisha and Simon do it when they're together, too – before she's able to touch again. And in my mind, he also gets to pour his spunk over her..." She laughed at the words she'd allowed to come out of her mouth, but she wasn't embarrassed or uncomfortable. Everything felt completely right for a moment.

Sam looked up at her face with a smile and said, "A post-orgasm Misfits reference?" Then he gave her an impression, in a deep British accent, "I fuckin' love ya!" He clarified for her, "That was Kelly..."

"Yeah, I know," she laughed. Sam placed his head on her chest again and stroked her arm with his fingertips. "That was pretty amazing for not sex," Mercedes said. He let out a soft chuckle and nodded his head in agreement. It had been the most amazing "not sex" he had ever had. He got up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and to get her a towel. She could use a wipe down, so she wouldn't be all sticky all night. Sam stroked her cheek and stared at her. She smiled shyly and broke eye contact. "I just want you to know that I don't plan on bringing any drama into your life or anything. I mean – I wouldn't expect you to get caught up on somebody like me and I'm not going to throw a fit if you should happen to bag yourself a thin, pretty blond like Quinn Fabray when we get back to the real world." She looked up at him again to see this displeased grimace on his face and a lifted eyebrow. "I heard that you two dated," she said with a shrug.

"Yeah, in high school and she cheated on me," He said, then shook his head, "But, that doesn't have anything to do with anything going on with us. Why do you assume that things would be any different for me after this weekend? And if it was, like if we decided that we aren't taking whatever it is between us any further, why do I have to be the superficial asshole that trades in a really awesome girl for a plastic?" He sounded truly offended.

"I didn't mean to say that. I only meant that I'm not in the habit of getting my hopes up about things. I'd prefer not to be hugely disappointed when you quit being interested in me and I was just letting you know you don't have to worry about trying to spare my feelings or anything. I do a pretty good job of shielding them off."

"Obviously," he said and rolled his eyes at her suggestions. It was weird, because many nerds told him that he couldn't be considered a real nerd because of how he looked, but whenever he tried to date or see anyone outside of that world, they let his ass know pdq that he was strange as shit and not amongst them. Mercedes' presumptions made him feel like that insecure guy that the popular girls loved to make out with because of his big hands and full lips, but hated to be seen with because of his goofy impressions and Star Wars references... She expected him to go after those kind of women.

"Mercedes, I know what it's like to be rejected so I'll try not to be pissed that you're prejudging how I handle my romantic life because of how I look. I'm simply gonna presume that's your past rejection or fear of it speaking and ask you not to bring it up again. In addition to that: at this point, I don't think that I would quit being interested in you if I could." He scooted closer to her and practically touched her nose with his, "We made a connection." She looked into his eyes and couldn't find a trace of a lie. His hands collected her into a cradling embrace and she leaned back to allow him to get back into bed with her.

When they were snuggled together, Sam kissed her shoulder and said, "I'm even going to overlook the fact that you're a Trekkie instead of a Star Wars Nerd."

"I like Star Wars just fine!" She defended.

"You totally think that Q is more badass than Darth Vader!" He fussed.

"You totally think that Princess Leia is more badass than Lt. Uhura!" She fussed back... "And that is simply absurd. Uhura would wipe the floor with that woman."

"I think that there should be a showdown to prove it. Uhura in that mirror outfit and Leia in the slave outfit and you know, just let them duke it out and see what happens..."

Mercedes laughed and said, "I'll tell you what'll happen – you put any damned outfit on either of them and Uhura's gonna beat the piss out of that brat! And of course Q is more badass than Vader. Vader had to be trained in the ways of the force and turn to the darkside to reach his level of badassery. Q's badassery is homegrown..."

When Sam rejoined everyone, after washing up for the day, he saw Mercedes, Sugar, Brittany and Santana talking and giggling. He looked at Artie and Mike, across the room, talking to each other and decided to go mingle with them. Something was going on with Mercedes, today. He didn't know if it was because the two of them were no longer alone or if she simply had awoken and counted what happened between them last night as a mistake, but he did know that the best thing to do was to leave it be until he could get her alone again. Then, maybe they could figure out what the hell they were going to do about each other.