Dont own Glee... but I do own my own smutty mind!

Homecoming was probably the most fun I'd had in ages. I danced with everyone and despite Puck spiking the punch, I wasn't feeling the least bit drunk. Okay... that wasn't true but still. I changed into the jeans and t-shirt I brought along with me. Everyone filed into the van to head over to the hotel for the after party. Sam pulled me back and waited for the rest of out friends to get in. He looked at his clock on his phone.

"What are you doing?" I whispered to him.

"You'll see," he winked.

"You guys getting in?" Quinn asked, holding the door open for us.

"We're gonna walk," Sam answered for us.

I glared at him. "Sam, the hotel is like six blocks away and I have heels on."

"Here," Quinn said, tossing her sneakers at me.

"Thanks," I said, handing her my pumps I also handed her my bag that my dress was in. Thank god for having friends that are the same shoe size as you.

"If you get any Sammy juice on my sneaker, I'm fucking you both up," Quinn said, pointing at the both of us as I put her sneakers on.

"Bye guys," Sam said leading us away from the van.

"Where are we going and why are we walking?" I asked.

"You ask so many questions... wait and see Love," he said.

"I hate surprises," I pouted.

"Liar. You love surprises, so come on," he said, grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers. He checked his phone several times as we walked down a quiet street with plenty of trees. I shook as a wave of cold hit me.

"Here," he said, placing his suit jacket over my shoulders.

"Thanks." We continued to walk down the long street until we stopped. It sounded like we were near water.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"The lake," he said.

"It doesn't look like the lake," I said, looking around.

"That's because at night no one's around so it's peaceful."

"No one is around at night because it's haunted," I joked.

"That's a myth... come on!"

Sam led me over to a tree and pressed my back against it. His eyes looked scary dark in the moonlight and the thought of Sam being a werewolf crossed my mind. Blame it on the fact that I was watching a bunch of Twilight Zone re-runs the other night.

"Stay here," he said. He jogged away and I instantly stiffened up when I heard the rustling of a bush. I was gonna be one of those teenage horror movie statistics, getting killed with their boyfriend. Sam popped back over to me seconds later, and grabbed my hand yet again. "Close your eyes." I was hesitant at first but soon did as he instructed. Sam guided me somewhere as I took each hesitant step.

"Where are we going?" I asked again.

"You'll see." I stumbled and nearly fell on my face. I heard a door open and smelled burning wood.

"Careful," Sam said. I took a few more steps and felt him pull my back. "Okay, stop... open your eyes." We stood in the doorway of a cabin, the fireplace burning in wood. "It's my parents lake cabin. They got it forever ago and never come here anymore. I guess I just wanted you alone for a sec. We can go to the hotel if you want."

I shook my head quickly. "No... But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why bring me here tonight?" I asked. Sam didn't answer my question and instead looked at his phone yet again.

"12 am. Do you know what today is?" he questioned back. It was a full moon. Oh god, he's gonna turn into a werewolf and eat my heart! I just knew it. Instead of telling him my werewolf theory, I simply shook my head. "11 years ago, today, was the first day you stepped foot into Lima Elementary School. And it was the first day I ever saw you." I grinned at him as he spoke. "It was the first time I saw you laugh. It was the first time I saw you cry and it was the only time I ever saw you speechless." I chuckled quickly. Sam cupped my face and looked deep into my eyes. "Oel ngati kameie."

"I see you too," I said, rubbing his hand.

"See!" he laughed. "You're perfect for me. Who else would understand what the hell I'm saying when I'm speaking a fictional language?"

"James Cameron," I said.

"Yeah... but he isn't as pretty as you are so..." I kissed Sam quickly and pulled away. "D'you want something to drink? I have tea and hot chocolate... and...water... but not from the lake."

I shook my head and bit my bottom lip. I didn't want anything to drink. I just wanted him.

Sam looked at me nervously and tugged at the bow tie. He eventually got upset with it and just pulled it off.

"If you're hungry, I went food shopping so..." he stuck his hands in his pants pocket and breathed out.

"I'm fine," I said curtly.

"Okay... um... if... you wanna... um... watch a movie or something-" I cut him off.

"Are you nervous?" I asked, a smile tugging at the sides of my mouth.

"What? No... why would I be?" he questioned. I tilted my head to the side and squinted my eyes at him. I gently pushed him against the wall and kicked the door shut with my foot.

"You're fidgety... you keep messing with your bow tie... and you keep offering me random shit I don't want," I said. "What is it you want to do?"

"I... I think..." Sam sighed and I searched his eyes for an answer. I got it in the form of a passionate kiss. Tongue slid against tongue, lips pressed against lips and it just solidified the fact that I loved kissing Sam. Instinctively my hands went straight into his hair, running my fingers threw it. Sam's fingers tickled the skin under the hem of my shirt as he ran his hand back and forth on my lower back. I accidentally gripped a fist full of his hair and pulled, a reaction to being tickled.

"Shit!" he yelled out.

"Sorry," I said, releasing his hair.

"Don't be," he said huskily before flipping us around so that I was against the wall and kissing me again. Sam hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me hungrily yet again and whispered against my lips. "So beautiful."

I smiled against his lips and kissed him hard, putting every unspoken desire from 11 years into it. I moved my hands down Sam's torso and yanked at his dress shirt. Sam caught the hint and pulled both his dress shirt and undershirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest. It was the chest I had been dreaming, and salivation over for years and here it was in my face in all it's tanned glory. I ran my hand down his pecks and washboard abs and paused at his pants buckle, resting my hand there. Sam moved my hand away. He smirked at me wickedly before pulling my own t-shirt upwards and over my head. Without warning, Sam unclasped my bra and tossed it behind him, not caring where it went.

"Fuck," he breathed out taking in my exposed breasts. Sam let me down for half a second to unbuckle his own dress pants and I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. He paused and looked down at me.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said "I was serious about the movie. If you wanna watch a movie instead and just snuggle, we can." I tried to hide the giggle that came out, but failed miserably. I covered my mouth to keep the snickering at bay. "What's so funny."

"D'you remember a while back at the lunch table when we were playing Kiss, Fuck or Pass?" I asked. Sam nodded his head, while smirking. "Yeah... yeah I do."

"Well ever since then... maybe even before, I've waiting for this. Wanting it. So yeah, I'm sure I want to do this. Unless you're unsure?"

"What? Hell no. Your tits are out Mercy, and all the blood in my brain is officially in my dick. There's no going back for me."

"Good. Because I want this," I said assuring him. I undid his belt buckle not taking my eyes off of him. He kicked off his suit pants to the side and lifted me up but instead of pressing me against the wall he walked us into the back bedroom. Gently he laid me on the bed and hovered over me for a few seconds before leaning down and pecking my lips. I held him in place using my hand and sucked on his bottom lip, loving the taste. Sam's fingers dug into my hips as I continued to nibble on his lip. Yet again I fisted some of his hair, giving it a quick yank which only elicited a moan from both of us.

"Sadist," he chuckled against my neck, sucking on the skin right under my ear. I jerked upward, feeling a burst of heat rush through my body. I don't know who told Sam that my neck was my spot but damn did he figure it out.

I bucked my hips up when my panties were ripped from my body and a finger was inserted into my hot core.

"Fuck me!" I involuntarily yelped

"Is that a request or a moan?" he asked, continuing to pump his finger and out of me.

"Neither..." I moaned. "Both... fuck!... just fuck me Sam!" I wished I had more will power so that I could stand the foreplay but I was breaking down quickly.

Sam hesitated for half a second, removing his fingers from inside me and I groaned. "Please tell me you didn't forget condoms. I mean I'm on the pill but you can never be too careful."

"What? No... why would I forget that? Damn Mercy, you can be mean when you're horny. Remind me to fuck you on the regular, m'kay."

"Ha, ha," I said lacking emotion. "Coming from the guy that hasn't even fucked me yet. What are you waiting for?"

"I just wanna... remember this. This is the first time... for us so I just wanna remember that I'm about to make love to the girl I'm in love with," he said. I glanced at him and gave him a small smile.

"I wanna remember this too," I whispered.

"Good... because after this, all other dick pales in comparison," Sam laughed. He reached into the night stand and pulled out a gold wrapped condom. Quickly he slipped it on, and grabbed my legs, dragging me down to him. He wrapped them around his waist and pressed into me in one swift movement.

I gasped, air catching in my throat. All I could think was 'Mother of god... is this why he had so many girls attached to him like a fucking disease?'

I could tell Sam was holding his breath as he filled me and he released it as I clenched my eyes closed. As if on cue, I moaned as Sam began to move, not going to slow that I wanted to rip his eyes out but not going too fast that I wondered where the hell time went. I'm pretty sure I was writhing underneath him, as I tried to keep myself from pushing both of us over so I could ride him like a fucking jockey. But I stopped myself. This time was going to be sweet. It was going to be romantic and it was going to be-

"Ahhhh!" I yelled out as Sam finally found his rhythm and a spot deep within me that had never been touched EVER! I was gonna name it my Sammy spot. Because so far no one had moved me to tears when we had sex and I literally was crying.

I dug my nails into Sam's back and screamed again. He hissed out also in either pleasure, pain or both. Maybe I was a sadist. Right now I didn't give a fuck to find out because if it was possible, Sam was trying to go deeper into me. Hell he'd reach my belly button if he tried that. He lifted my left leg up so it was over his shoulder and thrust into my with so much force, my head hit the headboard. Grunting, moaning, sucking, kissing, scratching , hair pulling. This was all too good! And yet I needed more. My other leg made it on top of Sam's shoulders and as if it couldn't get better, it did. Tears were falling from eyes and rolling down my cheeks.

Sam sucked in a deep breath before clenching his eyes closed. "Fuck... Mercy... I'm gonna..."

Oh, I already knew. Because I was close too. Something instantly switched. I could feel it. Not just because we were having sex but something switched in Sam's demeanor.

He was holding back.

Why? Maybe he was trying to be gentle but I was no virgin. The need to be gentle was well out the door.

I lifted my hips to meet him at each thrust but he was still holding back. What the fuck? I wanted sex with Sam Evans... the Sam Evans, not Jacob Ben Israel the virgin against his will. I lifted my head and bit onto Sam's neck. He released a choking sound and pumped into me even more. I screamed out in ecstasy, my voice hitting a range I'd never hit before.

"Fuck!" Sam yelled out.

We both came intensely and harshly at the exact same time. My chest heaved up and down as I searched for breath that didn't want to be found. Sam collapsed on top of me, resting his head on my still heaving chest. I took a deep gulp of air, intoxicated by the smell in the air. If I could bottle the smell, I would and sleep with it every night. Salt, skin, burning wood, and sex filled the air. I'd call it parfum du Samcedes.

"That... was..." Sam muttered. "I mean wow!" I just nodded my head, not sure if I could speak yet. I was pretty sure I had yelled so loud, my voice might be gone. "You okay?"

Yet again I nodded my head, my throat going dry. Sam pulled out and rolled off of me, facing me the whole time.

"I love you," I blurted out, the only thing I could say at a time like this. I didn't trust myself with any other words. I was pretty sure that my brain was so fucked right now, 'I love you' were the only words I form together.

"I love you too," he said back, pulling me into a kiss and holding me against his chest. "So hows that compare to your first time?"

I chuckled and glanced quickly at him. "Seeing as how my first time hurt like hell and I found sand in areas sand shouldn't be, this was sooooo much better."

We both laughed as Sam pulled the blanket over our naked bodies. He ran his hand over my disheveled hair. I wrapped my arms around his waist and took yet another sobering deep breath, sleep looking better and better. Just as I felt the sand man sprinkle his last bit of sand on me, I heard Sam mutter something.

"What?" I asked.

"I said I could do this forever. You in my arms. I could do it forever. I don't want this to change." I looked up into his green orbs and nodded my head.

"Neither do I."


"I bet you they're fucking right now," Quinn said, looking at her phone clock. Her and Puck were sitting out on the balcony, enjoying the quiet of the night. "Damn it... now I gotta share my best friend with my brother."

"You've been doing that for the past 11 years," Puck said, rubbing her back.

"Yeah I know but that was before. Now they're gonna be sneaking around, trying to get it in... ugh! Sometimes I hate couples."

"We're in a couple," Puck corrected pointing between them. Quinn quickly shushed him.

"Yeah but no one knows... they just think we went to Homecoming together. I mean... do you think they know?" she whispered.

"I don't think anyone knows," Puck shook his head, leaning down to kiss his secret girlfriend.

"We all know!" Kurt yelled, sticking his head out of the patio window. "Don't try to pull any of that Glee Season 2 finale shit! We know!"

Quinn covered her face in embarrassment. "Oh my god... my life is over!" Puck smoothed hair out of her face and turned her to him.

"Relax babe. Just think. It could be worse. You could be pregnant," he said. They both laughed loudly, holding their sides as they did.

"Ha! That's the most improbable thing that could ever happen to us," Quinn laughed, barely being able to speak as she did. Puck and Quinn continued their laugh, looking out into the moonlight as they tried to catch their breath.


I'm kinda sad this story is done. It's the first in the BFB series and it's kinda my baby! I just want to thank everyone who reviewed, favorited, followed, and PM'd me about this story! I cant even put into words the amount of girly feelings I have for you guys! Your words made me feel all soft and fuzzy! LOL!

To my wonderful, awesome, great, fantabulous, rockstar beta Reesie! You Rock! Thank you so much for all you do! I truly do appreciate you!

Tell me what you guys thought about this ending chapter. I didnt want to end it on like a solid end note, but I wanted to end it on something open so that when I come back for the sequel, you'll all be ready! Oh, and let me know how you felt about my lemon drop? Did it leave you hot and bothered or were you just kinda like Eh? I wanna know!

Again, thank you guys so freaking much! A thousand samcedes kisses to all of you!