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Part Two: When It Started
Sam followed Mercedes into her house, looking around and noticing that it was nicely decorated. Then he felt her hand grab his and lead him up the stairs.
Sam smiled, looking around. "How long have you guys lived here?"
"About three years. I started out in the dorms but didn't feel like being there, so Santana and Tina decided we should get a place together." Mercedes said, opening her room door and moving to the side, letting Sam in. "So, how long have you been in the fraternity?"
"Two years, I pledged late." He answered, looking around at her room. "I take you're in school for business?" He asked, picking up one of her many textbooks.
She nodded. "Yeah, I am also interning for Johnson and Johnson…so why teaching?" She asked, sitting down on the bed and pulling him to sit next to her.
Sam smiled, looking over at her. "I really like being able to reach people and the best way to reach someone is by teaching. And I love football so being a coach isn't a big stretch for me."
Mercedes nodded, putting her hands on her lap; her leg started to shake as she exhaled.
Sam noticed her leg shaking and placed his hand there. "Easy darlin', we don't have to do anything, we can just talk or if you're really naughty we can play some board games." He joked.
Mercedes laughed, shaking her head. "I like you, Sam, I am just…" She shrugged. "You are the first guy I have ever brought in here."
"So you like me? Must think I'm really cute… it's the accent, ain't it?" He teased.
"The accent helps…a lot." She teased him back.
"Well, I'm honored to be the first guy in this very… purple room of yours. I promise to be a gentleman. Well, unless you don't want me to be one." He said, letting his accent out even more.
"First of all, Purple means royalty, and I am a Queen, you should know that." She reached out and took his hand. "And second, just what does not being a gentleman mean?"
He smirked. "Well, it could mean a lot of things. Like…this." He leaned into her, nuzzling her neck before kissing a trail down to her shoulder.
"That seems kinda tame." She breathed.
Sam chuckled. "Then my hand would move up your thigh like this." He ran his hand up her thigh and under her dress, smiling as her breath hitched at his touch. He looked up to her, moving his hand between her thighs. "Then I would spread your legs and get to see your face as I make you cum over and over again."
Mercedes shuttered at his words and touch, spreading her legs as he caressed her thighs. "What else?"
Sam smirked, moving his hand to the hem of her dress. "I would remove your dress, lay you back on this bed, and lick and kiss every inch of you, enjoying your taste, feel…" His voice trailed off as he moved slightly, removing her dress and sighing. "Damn…I knew you were sexy but…damn."
Mercedes chewed her bottom lip feeling exposed, but somehow he made her feel sexy and beautiful. She laid back on the bed, staring at him. "Anything else?"
Sam smiled, hovering over her. "No, I think that would be just enough for me." He said kissing her as his hands ran down her body, feeling her, as he positioned himself between her thighs. "Are you ready?"
She shook her head no. "Not even a little bit, but I want you."
Sam gave her his signature lopsided grin. "Don't worry Darlin', I will make you forget all of your doubts." Sam kissed her soundly, before moving his lips down her neck and to her breast.
"S-Sam…" She moaned.
Sam moved to her ear. "Bra on or off?"
"Would you be okay if I say on?" She asked shyly.
Sam kissed her softly. "This is your show Darlin', we can do whatever you want."
"In that case…" Mercedes reached for Sam's shirt and removed it.
"Well now, look who is trying to corrupt me." He teased.
Mercedes ran her hands down his body. "You really are a sexy man."
Sam rubbed his knee between her thighs as he kissed her, wanting to work her over. His hand moved over her breast tweaking her nipple as she gasped. He rocked faster, hearing a soft moan leave her lips.
"Yes…"
Sam smirked, moving his lips over to her breast, moving the cup down and swirling his tongue over it as he moved faster. Mercedes gripped his shoulders, surprised at how fast he was getting her to the point of no return.
Sam could feel her tensing up and smiled biting down on her nipple. "That's right, cum for me… let go."
"I…I…" She tried to speak but all she could do was moan as she came against his knee shuttering. Sam moved his lips down to her stomach as she tried to catch her breath, kissing a trail down to her thigh.
"That was just the appetizer, and I am ready for the first course."
Mercedes looked at him. "F-first course? How many courses are there?"
Sam smirked. "Depends on how many orgasms you can handle."
Santana, Tina, and Brittney stumbled into the house, all giggling and tipsy, before stopping when they heard a thump.
"W-what was that?" Tina asked, stumbling further into the house.
There was another thump, making them all jump before a soft moan could be heard, and Santana smirked. "Ohh I think I have an idea of what it might be."
The thumping became more rhythmic, and the moans grew louder before the other two understood what Santana meant and started giggling. They all shared a look before tip-toeing down the hall towards Mercedes' room.
"So our plan worked?" Tina asked, pressing her ear against the door, wiggling her eyebrows when she heard Sam groaning.
"Shit, he's putting in work!" Santana said, biting her lip and looking over at Brittany. "I think me and Britt, have something we need to fix in my room."
Tina rolled her eyes. "You do know that -" She stopped when the thumping grew louder.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck… don't stop!" They heard Mercedes scream and all pressed their ears back to the door.
"Say you like it."
"I like it!" Mercedes's voice echoed through the door, her voice loud and clear in the silence of the hallway. A wave of giggles erupted from Santana and Brittany at that, their hands clamping firmly over their mouths to stifle the sound.
"Oh my God! Mercedes is a freak!" Santana said in an exaggerated whisper, her eyes dancing with mischief. Brittany simply shook her head, not surprising, considering she was the purest amongst them.
"Stop it, Santana," Tina said, swatting away her friend's hand. "Our job here is done. Let's go."
"But I want to hear more," Santana added with a smirk, earning herself another playful smack from Tina.
"No! Let's just go and celebrate how our plan worked," Tina insisted as they turned around to head back down the hallway.
"Fine but as soon as he leaves, I will be asking her questions."
Tina groaned. "How freaking long are they going to go at it? My head has begun to hurt with all that pounding," she said, throwing herself across Santana bed.
It had been well over an hour and Mercedes and Sam hadn't let up yet. If anything it seemed like they found a third wind after the sixth round and the only way they knew that is because Santana started counting after the fourth time they both came.
Shrugging Santana planted soft kisses along Brittney's neck. "I don't know if I want them to stop… we could enjoy the noise and make our own. T you're more than welcome to join."
Brittney giggled pushing her girlfriend away. "Lord Tubbington said that the knocking sound isn't them anymore."
Tina blinked a few times before sighing. "Britt… your cat isn't even here."
"We speak telepathically, and he also told me to tell you that Mike's gonna call in a few seconds." Brittney responded and Santana had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"Right, and Mercedes is going to burst through that door and tell us she's being haunted again." Tina replied sarcastically right as her phone went off and Mercedes burst through the door.
"Have you been knocking?" Mercedes asked, and they all looked at her dumbfounded.
Santana sat up. "Weren't you and guppy mouth just going at it?" She asked, looking her friend over, smirking. "You look… radiant.
Brittney nodded. "You're like a fairy; you're glowing."
Mercedes blushed, shifting. "Sam left thirty minutes ago. I thought that was you and Britt or you and Mike but I didn't hear any of you… finish."
"Wait, you can hear me and Mike?" Tina questioned as her phone went off again. She hit ignore before returning her attention to Mercedes. "We try to be quiet."
Satana frowned. "Well you fail… every single time. We don't try to be quiet. We're loud just in case Cedes wants to join."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, walked over and sat beside Tina. "I have told you a million times, I don't want to join, and even if I decided to dip my toe in that pond, it would be with Jane from my statistics class."
Tina snickered when Santana sucked her teeth. "Don't get mad she don't want your lady kisses." She teased.
"Anyways! So I assume Sammy-boy had that good dick?" Santana asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Mercedes looked away, smirking. "He was definitely talented with his hands… mouth… dick but that tongue is lethal." She answered, feeling her cheeks flush.
"Damn… the look on your face says it all. You're addicted." Tina said.
"I don't know about all of that but it was nice to get out of my head for a little." Mercedes said before they all jumped when they heard a loud crash followed by rattling.
"W-what the fuck was that?" Tina asked, clinging to Mercedes.
Santana shot up, eyes darting around. "I'll go check it out." She said, grabbing the bat she kept beside her bed.
Mercedes shook her head. "Girl that's some-." She stopped looking over at Brittney. "Sorry, Britt, but that's some white people shit."
It fell on deaf ears as Santana was already out the door and inching down the dimly lit hallway. Tina held tighter to Mercedes as they slowly followed with Brittney close behind.
"D-do you think it's an intruder?" Tina whispered, keeping close to Mercedes, almost making her trip when she stepped on her heel.
"Maybe it's Mike?" Brittney suggested. "Though Lord Tubbington said he doubts it's him cause you ignored his calls."
The other two girls stopped and looked back at her worriedly before continuing down the hallway. Mercedes shook her head slowly, trying to keep Tina calm. After all, Santana was tough—she could handle herself. "Probably just the wind," she lied, hoping she sounded convincing enough.
There was another loud sound that made them freeze, straining their ears before Santana appeared and made them all scream out.
"CALM DOWN!" She shouted, waving her bat around. "It was just the window in the kitchen, the shutter came unlatched again."
"Again?" Mercedes sighed. "I still can't believe your crazy behind decided to go check it out."
Tina shuttered, shaking her head. "I am going to call Mike, you three are gonna give me a heart attack in this damn place."
Mercedes ran her hands through her hair. "Yeah I am gonna lay down, I plan on being sore tomorrow." She smirked walking away.
"With as hard as that man went, you're gonna be sore for days." Santana teased as she took Britteny's hand in hers leading her down the hall.
Mercedes walked to her room throwing her hair into a bun as she walked towards her bathroom.
Mercedes turning the water on, she quickly undressed and hopped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body. Using her body wash over her still sensitive areas, she moaned out thinking about Sam's lip, hands, tongue.
As her hands traveled down her body, the door slammed, causing her to jump. "Hello?"
She quickly finished washing and turned the water off, grabbing her robe and putting it on before she stopped dead in her tracks looking at the mirror before she let out a blood curdling scream.
I'm watching you. Was spelled out on the mirror.
Santana and Britteny ran into the room half dressed, followed by Tina with a phone in her hand.
"Merce!" Santana said, looking at her.
Mercedes was visibly shaking, backed against the wall still staring at the mirror.
Tina moved to hold her looking up and seeing the mirror. "What the hell? Who did that?"
"Did what?" Santana and Britteny said as they turned to see what she was talking about.
"Who did that?" Tina asked.
Santana moved to wipe it off the mirror. "Probably just someone playing a prank on us. You know how people get at this time of year."
Tina helped Mercedes up. "Come on, lets get you in your room. You will feel much better once you get some rest."
Mercedes nodded as she allowed Tina to help her up, and walked with her to the bed, as she sat down, taking a deep breath.
Santana went to Mercedes windows and made sure they were locked. "I already checked the house, all the windows are locked and no one is here."
"She's right. Lord Tubbington told me that whoever it was isn't here anymore." Brittany added.
"You guys must think I am losing my mind…"
Tina ran her hand over Mercedes' hair. "No, we know it's just this time of month. I hate St. Patrick's day and you all don't judge me."
"Bitch you screamed at a little person dressed like a Leprechaun. We judged you a little bit." Santana teased, causing all four of them to burst out laughing.
Mercedes stood. "I am going to put my pajamas on before I lose my voice from screaming so much."
"I mean… at least part of that was from hot sex with Sam." Santana laughed.
Tina sat on Mercedes bed, pulling back the covers and raising an eyebrow lifting a cloth letter M from her bed. "Hey this looks like one of those letters you get for things like sports and band and stuff…"
Mercedes walked out her closet and stared at the letter in her hand. "Where did you get that?"
"It was on your bed, is it yours?" Tina asked.
"No." Mercedes replied. "Mine is back home…" Walking closer she reached for it, taking a look at it before flipping it over and reading Anthony Rashaad. She dropped it and backed up, her whole body tensing. "No…No. That's not possible…"
"Merce?" Santana called out. "What's going on?"
"I can't….I can't… I can't breathe." Mercedes said, stepping back and gasping for air as a panic attack took her over. She fell to the ground as it took her over.
Tina, Santana and Britteny moved to surround her, they had seen her like this once before. It was after a particularly bad nightmare, it took them three hours to calm her.
Santana lifted Mercedes face, wanting to get her to focus. "Merce…come on look at me. Breathe…you gotta breathe."
Mercedes tried her best to focus but she couldn't see past her fear, couldn't see past Anthony toying with her. He had to be. She tried to catch her breath but it still came in short bursts.
Tina shook her head. "She's not focusing…I don't…"
"It's ok, reinforcements should be here." Brittany said, rubbing Mercedes back.
Before Santana and Tina could speak, Mike and Sam raced into the room.
"Mike? Sam what are you two doing here?"
"Britt texted me." Mike said, looking over to Mercedes. "I used my emergency key, I hope that's ok."
Santana moved to Mercedes, wrapping her in her arms as Sam frowned looking at them. "What happened? Why is she? What's going on?"
Tina moved to give Santana more room, as she hugged Mike. "We heard some noises, and it freaked her out. Then someone snuck in and wrote something on her mirror and that just pushed her over that edge. Then I found this."
Tina picked up the Letter and Mike took it as Santana continued to try and coax Mercedes into calming down.
Mike examined it and raised an Eyebrow. "Anthony Rashaad? Wasn't that her like a high school ex or something."
Santana's head shot up as she looked at them. "Fuck…no wonder she's lost it."
Sam stared at Mercedes frowning as Brittney walked over to him. "Lord Tubbington said you'd know what to do."
"Lord whatnow?" Sam asked.
Mike shook his head. "Don't…just go with it. Do you know what to do?"
Sam shrugged. "I mean yeah my sister gets panic attacks but hers are mild compared to this."
"Well if we don't do something she's gonna pass out! So help me Evans!" Santana spat.
Sam hesitated before nodding and moving to caress Mercedes back. "You need to get her to focus on something."
"No shit, that's what I have been trying." Santana said through gritted teeth.
"Lift her chin, make her look at you."
Santana nodded, lifting her chin. "Merce, I know you are scared of something…but I need you to try your best to take a deep breath for me. Can you do that? Please?"
Mercedes looked at her and nodded as she tried her best to calm down. Her breathing felt shallow as it was hard to contain a full breath, she felt chills rushing over body and her hands were shaking.
Sam looked at Mercedes then slowly turned so that she was looking at him. "Guys, I have an idea but out of respect for Mercedes, we need some privacy."
Santana shook her head. "Look trouty, we get you're some sex god but now is not the time, she's-"
"I'm not going to have sex with her." Sam interrupted, lifting her and walking her over to her bed. "Get me a cold washcloth and a glass of water." He instructed before Tina and Mike left to get the water and Brittney ran into the bathroom to get the cold washcloth.
Mercedes shuttered, rocking back and forth. "I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand." She kept repeating.
Santana kneeled in front of her. "Don't understand what, honey?"
Sam gently nudged Santana. "She's in a loop. She's in shock, we have to get her out of it." He said, looking at her and feeling sad. "What happened to cause this?"
Standing, Santana moved him away from her. "Her ex died in a horrific accident." She whispered. "It happened around this time but what was weird about it is that his brother blamed Mercedes for the accident."
"Why does he blame her? Was she in the car?"
"No but she was the last person with him. They'd gotten into an argument about their relationship and it ended with her getting out of his truck and him speeding off in a rage."
Sam nodded. "She feels guilty too and his brother blaming her only makes it worse."
"Yeah but it's much deeper than that. Every year since his death around this time, she feels like she's being haunted… she has these fits and it just… it's hard but we manage it."
Sam started to reply when the others returned. "Thanks, I promise to try my best and get her out of her fog."
"What are you going to do?" Tina asked, looking over at her friend with concern. "She's been bad before but this feels… different."
"She's going to be okay, his plan will work. Lord Tubbington told me so. Come on, she's gonna want soup when it's over." Brittney chimed in and Sam shot everyone a confused look.
Mike chuckled. "Don't question it, come on. I'll make my Zu mu's chicken soup for her." He said, leading everyone out and closing the door.
Sam waited a moment before placing the glass of water on her bed side table. "Mercedes, I know we really don't know each other but I need you to trust me." He said, pulling off his shirt before sitting behind her and pulling her close.
He received no reply from Mercedes, which he figured. "This is going to be cold." He warned before slowly running the washcloth along her arms. She jerked slightly but slowly began to relax as he continued to run the washcloth along her exposed skin.
Mercedes let out a soft sigh, her body finally untensing. "He… he was so angry at me." She said barely above a whisper.
"Shh, you experienced a trauma that you haven't been able to work through."
Shaking her head, tears began to fall faster than she could wipe them. "W-was it my fault? Did- did I cause this?"
Sam placed the washcloth on the nape of her neck, carefully wrapping his arms around her. "I can't answer that for you but what I can tell you is that blaming yourself for an accident is going to cause you to go down a slippery slope."
"I should've let him apologize." She said before the barrier she'd kept up in her mind shattered and she finally allowed herself to break. Sam held on to Mercedes as she sobbed.
And now the fun begins.
Well... something or someone is haunting her...
