"So where are you going on this date?" Sam asked as he and Marcus headed out of the gym towards the school exit. Practice had overrun and Bieste had been a literal beast in the way in which she'd driven the team for their afternoon session.

The other boy shrugged. "It's not a date. Just coffee at the Lima Bean."

"She called it a date in front of me. Are you sure you know what you're letting yourself in for?"

Marcus stopped walking and turned to her. "Evans, why are you still going on about this? You must like her!"

"Nah. She's not even my type! I'm just getting dating tips from a pro. After all, we both know I've proved to be an epic fail with both Quinn and Santana!"

"Yeah. They were pretty harsh on you. All I can say is- Oh shit!" Marcus suddenly pulled him into an empty classroom.

"What the hell are you doing man!"

"It's Leah! I just saw her out in the hallway. You've got to get rid of her for me. I can't face her since prom. I'll hang in here for ten minutes then I'll leave."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Scared of a girl are we?"

"Dude it's Leah! She's not just a girl, she's my psycho bitch ex!"

"The same psycho bitch ex that you suddenly took to prom and got your mack on with? We all told you that was playing with fire."

"My date dropped me at the last minute and I couldn't go to prom alone."

"I did! And it was fine. But taking Leah dude… You deserve all the shit she dishes out to you! You can't just hit it and quit it with that one!"

"Come on Sam, I'll owe you for this. It's bad enough that I'm already running late to meet Mercedes and you know how punctual she is. I'll never make it at all if Leah gets her hands on me."

Sam sighed, an evil idea forming in his head. "Ok. Just this once. But I won't forget that you owe me!"

He headed out and back down the hall. When he encountered Leah he told her that Marcus wasn't with him but he'd heard something about him possibly going to the Lima Bean...

Sam had been sitting on her doorstep for twenty minutes before he saw Mercedes pull into the drive. As she slammed the door and locked her car her face registered eleven on the pissed off scale. He stood up as she walked towards him. He could tell that she had been crying and was trying her best to hide it.

"I came to bring you this." He held out a Hershey bar to her. "The last thing I heard was that Leah was on her way to the Lima Bean to look for Marcus and that shit of thing can only end badly. So I thought you might need this more than me."

She looked hard at him before snatching the bar from his hand, ripping it open and biting into the chocolate, her eyes closing with pleasure as it began to melt on her tongue. Sam tried hard to ignore the fact that he found watching her doing that as sexy as hell. She unlocked the door and paused before entering. "So you gave me the chocolate. Why are you still here?"

"To find out why I've suddenly been relegated back to Blondie!"

He followed her as she stepped inside and she shut the door with a sigh before holding the chocolate bar out to him. "Bite?"

He initially shook his head then changed his mind, his hand brushing hers as he took the snack from her, hoping that he looked equally as sexy as she did as he took a small bite. She said nothing as she took the bar back so he headed into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"This isn't actually your house you know!" She had come up behind him with a watery smile and accepted the can of Dr Pepper that he held out to her. They were inside the Jones home now. The diva act was allowed to drop. Sam closed the fridge door and leaned on it. "So what happened at the Lima Bean?"

"Nothing. I got there ten minutes early, waited forty minutes and he was a no show. Then I saw his car pull up in the lot but before he could get out, Leah appeared from nowhere and got in the passenger door. I gave it another ten minutes but they both stayed in the car so I left." Her eyes cast downwards to the floor and he suspected that she may have started crying again. Crying girls were not his forte. Not unless they were crying from some sort of sexual pleasure. "So I guess I got stood up on my first ever date. I shouldn't have been surprised by it really. I'm invisible to guys. I always knew it." She fished a Kleenex out of her pocket and mopped at her eyes. "I should just be thankful that you were kind enough to give me my Cinderella moment at prom. My first dance. But that was only because you're my friend."

That statement annoyed him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means exactly what I just said. That I'm invisible to guys. I spend years watching the likes of Quinn have the likes of you fluttering around them like moths around a flame while I just sit in the shadows unnoticed. Singing is the only time I get to shine and even then Rachel Berry does her best to take that away from me. Then all of a sudden one of the cutest and most popular guys at the school asks me for coffee and I start to think that maybe, just maybe, I might start to get more in life than one pity dance but... but instead I get stood up and blown off for his superbitch ex! And suddenly I remember that I'm just the fat ugly dorky girl with the loud clothes sitting at the back. Mostly I'm okay with that, especially when I had Kurt, but sometimes... Some days it just really really hurts!"

Sam was seeing a more vulnerable side to her than he had ever seen before, and although it stunned him, it didn't scare him as nearly as much as he expected it to. "Mercedes you're none of those things! Okay so maybe you're dorky, but you're no more dorky than I am!"

"But that kind of thing is okay in a guy! In a girl it's all wrong. And that's why we get left on the sidelines. That's why we're still sitting at the table at prom pretending our corsage is the most interesting thing in the world while everyone else is dancing. That's why at seventeen we're still waiting for our first kiss!"

That line stopped him in his tracks. "Wait! You've never been kissed?"

She shook her head, embarassed. "Kurt and I tried to practice on each other once but obviously it was totally wrong and we couldn't even stop laughing long enough to hold our faces together!" She chuckled at the memory and Sam smiled along with her. That had to have been something to see! She flicked a stray strand of hair out of her eye. "I can't even get someone to teach me how to kiss let alone do it for real. Besides, who would want to kiss me anyway?"

Sam was so shocked at the question that he was speechless for a moment. She was gorgeous. Why would she think like that? "I would," he said quietly, but not so quietly that she didn't hear.

Her head snapped quickly around and her eyes met his. "You would?"

"Yeah! You're cute and I definitely would."

"How?"

"Like this..." In one quick movement he reached across and grabbed her hand, pulling her flush against him, trying hard to ignore the soft warm feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest. With the other he gently stroked her face and stared into her eyes. "First I would smile at you, then I would tell you that you were beautiful, just like I did at prom." His eyes never left hers as she registered an expression of disbelief and bit her bottom lip but this time he chose to ignore it. "Then I would tell you to close your eyes." He moved his hand from her cheek to her eyelits to ensure that she did, hoping to ease her nerves before placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "Then I would plant a couple of sweet kisses here..." he kissed her right cheek, "here…" he kissed her left cheek, "here…" he brushed his lips against her jaw and felt her shudder and goosebumps start to rise on the backs of his arms before he took the final plunge.

"And finally here…"

He tilted his head to the side and kissed her very gently, quickly and softly on the lips. He kept his eyes open, enjoying the expression on her face as he moved in for a second kiss, not so gentle this time, but not too intense either and smirked to himself as he felt her arms start to snake their way around him. As she started to get the hang of it she began to kiss him back.

Time to take it to the next level. He locked his lips onto her bottom lip and gently ran his tongue across it. She broke away in surprise.

"What was that?"

He grinned at her shocked expression. "That was my signal for a French kiss."

"You were going to French kiss me?"

He shrugged and pulled her closer again. "I figured if I was going to be giving you a lesson on kissing I might as well do the job properly."

"Well… what do I have to do when you do that?"

"Just open your mouth slightly and let me in. Then you can just go with what feels right."

"OK I guess-"

She was interrupted by his lips back on hers. He wanted them back there. This was being one hell of a kissing lesson from him. Again swept his tongue against her lip and this time she opened slightly to receive him, almost giggling as the tips of their tongues flicked against each other before the kiss became deeper. Her moan of appreciation let him know that he was doing exactly the right thing and turned him on more than he could possibly imagine. Before long he was pulling her to the sofa, their lips still connected. Once there he could hold her properly and relax more into the kisses.

Finally she pulled away slightly. "So how am I doing?"

"Grade A student. Top of the class!"

"Well I have a good teacher!"

He kissed her again. "Are you ready for the next part of the lesson?"

Her eyes were wide. "There's more?"

"We're just at the beginning. There's more than just lip kisses." He moved his lips away from hers and down in a trail along her jaw and throat. She raised her head to allow him better access to the soft skin, her hands finding their way into his hair and driving him wilder than he could have possibly imagined and making him start to forget the task in hand. "There's more to kissing than just kisses," he said, his voice breathless, "You can suck and nibble and bite too." To demonstrate this sucked at and repeatedly kissed a small area on her collarbone. "Do it long enough and it leaves a mark to the world that you belong to somebody." He finally released the patch of skin, noticing the area was now significantly red underneath the brown and wishing he could be there to see Mercedes' reaction when she noticed her first hickey.

Sam had no idea at what point their lesson had turned out into a full on makeout session and how long they had been at it, but he was furious when he felt a vibration from Mercedes pocket and she broke off breathlessly to look at her phone.

"Oh shit!" She quickly pushed him away as she sat up and answered the phone. "Hi mom!"

Sam groaned silently and rested back against the seat.

"Yeah I'm fine... No I just had to run the stairs to get the phone because I'd left it down here… Oh yeah, that would be great… Okay, can I have uh, egg rolls and special chow mein?... Sure I'll set the table… See you soon!" She replaced the phone in her pocket and looked apologetically at Sam. "My mom's getting Chinese takeout. She'll be home in ten minutes." She stood and straightened her clothing, trying not to think of the fact that for the last goodness knows how long, Sam's hands had boldly gone where no man had gone before. "Oh my god Sam, your lips-"

He stood and met hers with another kiss. He knew his lips would be swollen from all the kisses and he waited the few seconds before she realized that hers were exactly the same. "Oh my god my mom will know something is up."

"We didn't do anything."

"For someone like me we did plenty Sam Evans!"

They were now at the door and he pulled her into one final hug.

"Thanks for my lesson Sam. I'm glad my first kiss was with you." She pulled him in tighter than he had planned and pressed against him until her breathing suddenly hitched when she felt more than just his abs. Yeah, that's why he wasn't going to hug too close. The side effect of their lesson would have to be dealt with when he got to the car.

"Tomorrow?"

She nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving his.

Without a word he turned and left not able to get to the safety of his car fast enough. Not even bothering with his seatbelt, with shaking hands he started the ignition and drove around the corner, stopping in the driveway of an abandoned building. Then it was a race to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans and release his raging hard on.

With a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan he closed his eyes and leaned back against the headrest as his hand slowly travelled up and down the length of his cock before using some of his already leaking pre-cum as lubrication. All he could see were Mercedes swollen lips, all he could hear were her moans as he kissed her. All he could feel was the softness of her skin and her breasts through her sweater. All he could smell was the sweet vanilla and cinnamon of her fragrance.

As he ran his thumb over his swollen tip he imagined that it was her tongue touching him and thought that he was going to die. He imagined her leaning over him, his thick cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth, and the smacking noises her thick lips would make as she sucked at him and massaged his balls. And what if she was to deep throat him? His hand pumped harder as he imagined the way her soft hair would tickle as it grazed along his naked hips and how her heavy breasts would swing and sway as she bent over him.

His other hand desperately rooted around for a Kleenex as he felt the tightness of his impending release, not wanting to make a mess of his car or his clothes. Luckily he was just in time to catch the spurts that erupted from him with a curse.

"Oh fuuuuck!"

She was his friend. And all he had done today was help comfort her and teach her some basic life skills. Surely that was all this was. After being bitten twice by dating McKinley girls, the last thing he wanted was a relationship. So maybe this was good. A friend. With benefits.

But would Mercedes see it that way? He knew he would have to play this one carefully because the V card was involved. And they were the one type of girl that tended to get clingy. He wasn't after emotional involvement. He didn't need emotional involvement. He just needed to be able to get off to something that wasn't internet porn.

But at the same time he did want to see Mercedes happy.

And he did want to knock Marcus' lights out for upsetting her, even though it was actually his own scheming that had ruined the date.

Had he done it out of jealousy? Had Marcus been correct about him trying to mark out his territory? Is that why he had marked her? Surely Mercedes was free to see who she liked without him being bothered by it. He had pursued girls while they were becoming friends and thought nothing of it. So why the sudden change?

Seriously... He had never had a true friend who was a girl before. Should it really be this hard to see where the boundaries should be?

Or was this the start of something more with Mercedes?

The questions had not been answered. They were only getting worse...