A/N: Yea, the long awaited sequel to Sammy's Birthday! Thanks to my beta Jill who help I can't do without and many thanks to all waited patiently, I hope it it worth the wait!
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee and don't care to...Enjoy!
ALL I NEED IS THE AIR THAT I BREATHE…
"Good morning Lima, Ohio!" DJ Katmandu yelled into the mic. "Rise and shine! Today's weather forecast…"
Sam reached over and hit the alarm and wrapped his arm around Mercedes and held her closer.
"Thanks babe," she muttered sleepily, burying herself deeper into the blankets.
Sam grunted his response.
The newly reunited couple had spent the last four days celebrating Sam's birthday, starting with the birthday breakfast, to the surprise party Mercedes had thrown for him at Little Golfer's, to traveling a total of 214.4 miles to Kentucky and back to visit Sam's family, and now all of it had caught up with them.
At 7:30, Racine Jones knocked on her daughter's bedroom door. "Mercedes are you up?" she asked. "Mercedes, dear are you alright?"
Mercedes and Sam quickly sat up in bed; all traces of sleep quickly left their bodies. Sam's green eyes bugged out of his head as Mercedes' mother tried the door knob and found it locked.
"Mom, I'm alright." Mercedes answered, she placed a comforting hand on Sam's arm and rubbed it gently to calm his nerves. "I'm just tired, the project Tina and I are working on had worn me out," she explained.
Mercedes hopped out of bed and grabbed her plush purple robe and wrapped it around her naked body. Sam pulled the comforter over his head and prayed that Mercedes' mom wouldn't set foot inside the room. Mercedes gathered Sam's backpack and clothes and threw it in her closet before opening her bedroom door just enough to stick her head out. She gave her mom a sleepy smile.
"My god, Mercedes you look terrible," Racine observed.
"Gee thanks mom," she quipped. "Would it be okay if I skip several of my classes today?" she asked. "I'm really tired." She said with a yawn.
"Well…since you're such a good student, I guess missing several classes won't harm your grades," she said, smiling at her only daughter.
"Thanks mom." Mercedes smiled, giving her a peck on the cheek. "You're the best."
"I know," she replied, Racine looked at her watch and frowned slightly. "I got to be at the office a little early this morning, but we will catch up later at supper and you can tell me all about Sam's surprise party."
"All right, Mom will it be okay if I invite Sam for supper?"
"Sure honey I don't see why not," Racine answered. "Your father and I had always liked Sam, he has such nice matters."
"Yay and I'll even cook supper," she offered, sweetening the deal.
"Okay then," Racine laughed, she kissed her daughter on the forehead. "I'll see you tonight, have a great day."
"You too, mom," Mercedes waited until her mother went down the hall before closing and locking her door. She tossed her robe across the chair and climbed back into bed. She pulled the covers off Sam's face and kissed him passionately. "Mmmm…." She moaned, after coming up for air. "The coast is clear, she's gone."
Sam looked up into his girlfriend's doe eyes and smiled. "So aren't you going to invite me to supper?" he asked.
"Yeah." She giggled, running her fingers through his messy locks. Sam really looked adorable when he first wakes up. "Mr. Evans will you do me the honor of joining me and my parents for supper tonight?"
Sam squint his eyes as if he was thinking. "Hmmm, what are you going to cook?" he asked.
"Something simple," she replied, kissing the tip of his nose. "I was thinking about pork chops smothered in gravy, rice, corn on the cob and dinner rolls." She kissed his eyebrows. "Sounds good?"
"Hell yeah," Sam replied, wrapping his arms around her. He pushed her soft, naked flesh flush against him and rolled them over until he was on top of her. He looked down into her eyes and nodded. "Sounds good," he whispered, "What about dessert?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I can buy a pie or a cake from the bakery."
Sam shook his head. "I had enough cake to last me until my next birthday." He nibbled on her bottom lip, savoring the sweetness of the plump flesh. "May I make a suggestion?"
Mercedes reached up and trailed the length of his spine with the tips of her fingernails. She felt her new best friend pressing against her thigh. "Of course you may Mr. Evans."
"Why don't I have you for dessert?"
"Wouldn't I spoil your appetite?" she quipped, looking into his green eyes.
"Now that would be impossible." Sam chuckled, focusing on her lips. "All this talk about dessert is making me hungry."
"Me too," she said breathlessly, licking her lips in anticipation of his next move.
Sam crushed her lips underneath his, moaning as he sucked the sweet flesh into his mouth. Mercedes moved her hand up and caressed the base of his neck. Sam trembled slightly; her light feathery touches caused goose bumps to form on his skin. Mercedes grabbed the short blond locks at the nape of his neck, raking her nails against his sensitive scalp.
He slipped his tongue into her hungry hot mouth determined to get his fill of her sweetness. As Sam tongue swirled in her mouth, he rubbed his dick on her soft thigh, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum. Mercedes purred, her stiffening nub throbbed as the friction increased.
"Sammy, please stop teasing me," she moaned. "I need to feel you inside of me…now baby."
Whatever his baby wants, his baby gets…
Sam reached over on the nightstand and grabbed one of the Captain America condoms his baby brought for his birthday and opened the package. Mercedes eagerly opened her legs wider as he sheathed himself. He guided the tip of his erect dick at the opening of her slick heat; Sam's name was on the tip of her tongue he as he slowly guided himself inside her.
"Mercedes!" he moaned as her vaginal muscles welcomed him.
"Yes," Mercedes moaned as he filled her. "Yes."
Mercedes wrapped her legs around his slim waist, hooking her ankles together. Sam leaned in and kissed her passionately as he rotated his hips is a slow circular motion, thrusting deep inside her. Mercedes ran her nails up and down his back, leaving small red tracks. Her breathing deepened as Sam changed direction, rotating counter clockwise; his movement stimulating her erect nub.
"Sammy," Mercedes cooed in pleasure, lifting her ass off the bed to meet his thrusts, each one bringing her closer to climaxing.
Sam felt himself on the verge of tipping over the edge but he wanted to make sure to satisfy his woman before he allowed himself to reach the point of no return. He paused to let the feeling subside and started up again. He ran his hand down her soft skin and between her legs, inserting two fingers inside her slippery wetness and pressed her clit between his fingers and released it.
"Oh god!" Mercedes gasped, arching her back high off the bed, the sensation caused her butterflies to flutter wildly within. "Don't stop baby, I'm so close."
Mercedes felt the pressure building in her abdomen and it quickly spread between her legs…
"That's it baby, cum for me." Sam whispered, feeling her muscles tighten around his dick. He was happy her parents weren't home to hear their baby girl screaming at the top of her lungs as she came. Her sticky goodness ran down her legs as she trembled slightly.
Sam didn't last too long after that. He laid his head in the hollow of her neck and moved his hips faster as he thrust deeply inside her until he called out her name as he released his seed. His lips sought out hers, kissing each other passionately as they enjoyed pure bliss.
The sound of Tina's ringtone ripped through the air, and Mercedes made no attempt to move as her phone rang two more times before going to voicemail.
"That was Tina, right?" Sam asked.
"Uh-huh," Mercedes replied, with a sigh.
"You're not going to call her back?" Sam asked.
"Not right now," she answered. "I'm very comfortable."
Sam peppered her neck with kisses. "So am I."
They heard Mercedes' ringtone for Kurt was next. She ignored it.
Sam was about to comment when he heard Mike's ringtone.
"Shit, why is everyone calling?" he asked, not moving an inch.
"Let me guess, because we're not in school?" Mercedes chuckled. "Oh well, we will see them later."
Sam carefully withdrew himself from Mercedes and threw the used condom in the wastebasket.
Mercedes pulled herself in a sitting position and kissed Sam on the back. "Let's go take a shower before going back to sleep," she suggested, leaning her head against him.
"Great idea," Sam replied, helping her out the bed. Mercedes yelped as he smacked her on the ass. "Sorry baby, I just can't help it." he said with a shrugged. "Your voluptuous ass was begging me to smack it."
Tina shook her head as she heard Mercedes' voicemail greeting. "She's not picking up," she said, ending the call. "I'm sure Mercedes and Sam will show up for glee club."
"Yeah," Kurt agreed, slipping his phone into his bag. "I don't know about you guys, but I have to get to my next class before that old witch Cooper gives me detention." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Ever since I advised her to burn that garish green and yellow polka dotted dress she wore a few weeks ago, she's been riding my ass."
Finn stared at Kurt in disbelief. "So that's it?" he asked, "You're not worried that something might have happened to your best friend? Shouldn't you go to Mercedes' house to make sure she's okay or maybe call the cops?"
"What for?" Tina said, shrugging her shoulders. "She's with Sam."
Mike exchanged sly looks between Kurt and Tina. "And if anything is happening to Mercedes, you can bet Sam's responsible," He added, smirking knowingly. "I have a feeling she is doing great."
Kurt and Tina giggled.
"I wouldn't answer my phone either." Kurt laughed. "They're still making up for lost time."
"Well I think it's wrong for Sam to keep Mercedes out of school for two days in a row." Finn replied, not liking the idea of Sam and Mercedes being together in that way. "I mean this could affect her permanent record and she won't be able to get into a good college," he explained, swallowing down his jealously.
Kurt narrowed his blue eyes at Finn, "And what's it to you?" he asked. "What about Sam's permanent record?" Kurt had already warned Finn he better stay the fuck away from Mercedes or there will be hell to pay.
"It means nothing to me personally," Finn lied. "But as co-leader of the glee club we can't afford to lose Mercedes and Sam or we won't qualify for Nationals," he explained, hoping Kurt bought it.
Kurt side-eyed the fuck out of him; he wasn't sure if he believed him or not.
"We don't need Mercedes," Rachel said, overhearing the tail end of the conversation. "We can use two of the Troubletones to replace them, right Finn?" She looked up at him, batting her brown eyes at him. "I will just have to learn a new solo right away and…"
Finn looked slightly uncomfortable…
"Uh…no." Mike and Tina said in unison.
"Bitch please," Kurt huffed, rolling his eyes. "Get over your fucking self. You're not that great. Need I remind you that you choked on your NYADA audition?"
Tina and Mike snickered.
"Dammit Kurt, did you really have to go there?" Rachel hissed. She took a deep breath to regain her composure. "I wasn't talking to you," she said calmly. "I was talking to Finn…my fiancé." she wrapped her arms around Finn.
"Ex-fiancé," Finn corrected her, freeing himself from her clutches. "You broke up with me, remember?"
"Yeah, but Finn I was out of my mind with grief at the time about not getting into NYADA. Surely you didn't take it seriously."
Finn rubbed the back of his neck, looking confused. "Uh, I have to get to class," he finally replied.
"Yeah we do too." Mike spoke up, taking hold of Tina's hand.
Kurt waved goodbye as he sprinted down the hall.
"Finn, Finn," Rachel called after him. "I really need to talk to you."
"Rach, we have nothing to talk about," he called over his shoulder.
Rachel stomped her feet and pouted. She was determined to get Finn back in time for prom; she just had to figure out how.
Fuck! Finn said to himself as he felt the crotch of his pants tighten; just talking about Mercedes gets him hard! He placed his books in front of him to avoid embarrassment as his dick pitched a tent in his pants. Finn thought about the dead mailman and usually that took care of his problem, but today it wasn't working. He ducked out the side door unnoticed and walked quickly to the parking lot to rub one out in the privacy of his own car.
Sam smiled at Mercedes as she seasoned the pork chops for their evening meal. He knew in the near future he would be smiling at her as she did this in their home. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"What was that for?" she asked, smiling.
"Because you're amazing," he answered, kissing her again.
"I know, right?" she agreed, giggling. After Mercedes seasoned the chops, she placed the lid on the container and placed the meat into the fridge to let the seasonings marinate for a few hours.
Sam helped her clean up the mess and put away the dry dishes. He checked the time and let out a long sigh. "I guess we better go and get the rest of the school day over with." He said.
Mercedes stood on her tip toes and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek. "It's not going to be that bad," she said, trying to cheer him up. "Before you know it, we will be here making out while waiting for my parents to get home."
Sam smiled at the thought of making out with Mercedes; he could never get enough of her. "The best part of any day." he laughed.
They walked towards the door; Sam grabbed their backpacks while Mercedes checked the mail, she sorted through the mail and found two envelops addressed to her, one was from NYU and the other from the University of Texas.
"Wait a minute Sam," Mercedes said, showing him the letters. "If I don't open these right away, I won't be able to concentrate." She took a deep breath and said a little prayer.
Sam put down their backpacks and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You don't have to be nervous baby," he said, encouraging her. "I'm sure you got in." He kissed the top of her head and rested his chin on her shoulder as she opened the letter from NYU.
"Ohmigod," she whispered as she read the letter. "I got in."
"That's great baby, I'm so proud of you."
Mercedes smiled and opened the next letter. "Oh shit!" she squealed, holding the letter for Sam to read. "I've been accepted into UT Music Program."
"Wow that's great," he said. "Everyone wants my baby," he murmured as he turned her around in his arms and kissed her softly on the lips. "Congratulations sweetheart."
"Thank you." She laid her head on his chest. "Let me put these with others."
"With the others?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "How many colleges did you apply to?"
"At least twenty," she replied. "I'd started applying to colleges last summer. I'm determined to leave Ohio." She excused herself and ran upstairs to her bedroom and placed the letters in the small pile she kept in the drawer of her vanity and returned downstairs.
"Do you have any idea which college you want to attend?" Sam asked, continuing the conversation as they headed to her car.
"UT is looking pretty good, because of the music scene in Austin." She replied. "I want to be in the middle of where all the new music is coming from. Unfortunately, my parents don't share my dream; they think I'm wasting my time on something that might not happen so…" she shrugged her shoulders. "I got to have a backup plan."
"Earn a degree in something they approve of," she replied, sadly.
"Don't worry babe, we will figure out a way to make your dreams come true."
Santana smirked as Mercedes and Sam strolled into the auditorium hand in hand.
"Look who decided to show up four days later," she deadpanned. "I thought you two had fallen off the face of the earth."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and smiled at her friend. "Hey Satan," she greeted. "What did we miss?"
"Oh the usual, Hobbit is trying to seduce the jolly Pale Giant with song," she replied, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "So what's new with you besides having Lisa Rinna's lips attached to that glorious ass of yours again?" She reached out and smacked Mercedes' ass.
"Hey, keep your hands off my baby," Sam said, glaring at his former girlfriend.
Santana giggled as she raised her hand in surrender. "Don't get your balls twisted in a knot, Trouty," She said. "I have no interest in Aretha," she assured him. "But you have to admit, your woman's ass is magical."
Sam couldn't help but grin.
"Okay you two," Mercedes spoke up. "Stop talking about my ass as if I'm not here."
"Mercedes," Tina said, rushing over to her friend with Mike and Kurt in tow. "I'm so glad to finally see you!" She looked Mercedes over. This irked Sam; he had no idea why everyone thought that he would let any harm come to his baby. Tina noticed the promise ring on Mercedes' finger and gasped she cupped her hand over her mouth. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes." Mercedes help up her hand so Tina can get a better look at the ring. "Sam and I are engaged."
Mike punched Sam on the arm. "Are you sure you want to do that bro?" he asked.
Sam nodded. "Yes, Mercedes is the one," he answered without hesitating, returning the punch.
"Well I think it's great," Rachel said, looking at Mercedes' ring. "Since it was my and Finn's idea to bring Sam back, I think you kind of owe us."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and huffed. "Yeah Rachel, I'll be forever grateful, but not for that reason! I am glad that you and Finn talked Sam's parents into letting him move back to Lima," she commented. "But your reasons were purely selfish and not because you gave a shit about me or Sam." Rachel cast her eyes downward as the smile on her face faltered. Mercedes took a step forward and hugged her. "Thank you."
"Hey do I get one of those?" Finn spoke up. He had heard the end of their conversation as he ran up on stage.
"Uh…sure." Mercedes replied.
Kurt narrowed his eyes as he watched Finn like a hawk.
Finn's heart tapped danced in his chest as Mercedes released Rachel and stepped towards him, with her arms open. To Finn's chagrin, Sam stepped in front of Mercedes and hugged him instead.
"Thanks bro." Sam said. "You had shown yourself to be a true friend."
Finn masked his disappointment and guilty conscience with a smile and gave Sam a quick hug. "H-hey bro, no p-problem," he stammered. Finn felt a pair of eyes on him; he looked around and saw Kurt staring at him, smirking.
"I'm vomiting in my mouth…Kentucky Fried Stripper and Sasquatch!" Coach Sylvester yelled through her megaphone. "Are you two trying to make me lose my baby with your public display of affection?" Sam and Finn separated and Sam went to stand by Mercedes. Coach Sylvester looked at them, shaking her head in disgust. "Well, well, well and look who decided to show up," she smirked. "Beyonce', I thought you ran off with Justin Bieber here and decided to become a teen statistic and live your life in trailer park hell."
Mercedes side-eyed the fuck out of her…
"But I'm glad you're here," Sue continued. "There have been some changes in the song line up for Nationals..." She began.
Mr. Schue rushed into the auditorium. "Sue, wait." He yelled, running. "Don't say anything! I haven't had time to prepare Rachel…"
All eyes turned to Mr. Schue as he made his way to the stage…
"Prepare me for what?" Rachel asked, looking at her favorite teacher then at Coach Sylvester. "Mr. Schue, what changes had been made to the line up?" she asked nervously.
Mr. Schue took a deep breath and shoved his hands in his front pockets. "I'm sorry Rachel but I tried…"
"What curly top is trying to say is that you will not be singing a solo at Nationals," Sue interjected. "We had a long discussion with Principal Figgins and it was decided that Rachel will not solo this year for Nationals. It's time to give some else a chance to shine."
Everyone gasped in surprise…
"No!" Rachel shouted. "I will not allow it! Mr. Schue this got to be a mistake, I always sing lead, without me the New Directions will lose for sure."
Mr. Schue shrugged his shoulders, feeling sorry for his favorite student. "I'm sorry Rachel, I tried to change their minds but I was out numbered…you will sing with the group." He said, "And-and you have the duet with Finn…"
"Sorry William that is gone too." Sue spoke up. "People expect us to do the same old crap as last year. Well, not under my watch. We need to switch things up, surprise them."
"What?" Rachel shouted, "My duet is gone too?"
Finn was relieved; he tried his best to look heartbroken. "That's not fair," he protested, for good measure. "Rachel and I…"
"Are out," Coach Sylvester finished. "I'm not taking a chance that you two overly hormonal teenagers will not make the same mistake that lost New Directions the title last year."
Santana and Brittany snickered quietly to themselves…
"That's not going to happen," Rachel argued. "Finn and I…"
"Here is the new list," Sue said, ignoring Rachel. "As you can see, I think we have a very strong line up, that can take Nationals." She gave the new list to Joe. "Distribute these please."
Mercedes jaw dropped as she read the new list, she had been chosen for the female lead of New Directions.
"You can't be serious!" Rachel yelled, crumpling up the list. "Mercedes, is singing my solo?"
"And what is wrong with Mercedes?" Kurt spoke up, "She can out sing you in her sleep!"
"Kewpie Doll is correct." Coach Sylvester agreed. "I never understood why Mercedes was regulated to the back with a powerhouse voice like hers." She side-eyed Mr. Schue and clucked her tongue. "It's a good thing I don't play favorites. I want to win."
"Well then you can win without me," Rachel spat, stomping off the stage. "Let's see how far you get without me!" She grabbed her books and ran out the auditorium.
Mr. Schue turned to Finn.
"What?" Finn asked.
"Aren't you going to go after her?" he asked. "We need Rachel."
"Believe it or not Mr. Schue we are better off without her," Mercedes said.
"Mercedes that's not a nice…"
"Stop it right there Mr. Schue!" Artie spoke up. "For the past two years you have always stood up for Rachel. She never had to work for anything because you just handed it to her on a silver platter and I for one is sick and tired of it."
"Yeah," Tina seconded. "I joined glee to share my voice, not to sway in the background and be silent."
"Yeah, Mr. Schue," Quinn spoke up, adding her voice. "It's time for someone else shine besides Rachel." She walked up to Mercedes and kissed her softly on the cheek. "My sister deserves this. She had always put others ahead of her own feelings, and now it's time for Mercedes to put herself first."
Mercedes smiled at Quinn, not knowing what to say. It had been a long time since the two of them acted like friends, let alone sisters.
"With hot mama leading us, there is no way we're gonna lose." Puck remarked. "Am I right?"
Everyone applauded in agreement, chanting Mercedes' name over and over again.
Sam, seeing that Mercedes was on the verge of tearing up, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her a side hug. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "You deserve this baby," he whispered.
"Wow, you guys stop it," she said. "You're gonna make me cry."
Mr. Schue looked on disapprovingly and shrugged his shoulders. "We still need Rachel," he repeated. He turned to Finn, who was in a world of his own as he imagined it was he who had his arms wrapped around Mercedes. "Finn, can I talk to you in private, please?"
Finn took a deep breath and followed his teacher off stage and into a corner of the auditorium away from everyone. "Yes, Mr. Schue," he began, shoving his hands into his back pockets. He had a feeling Mr. Schue was going to ask him to do something he didn't want to do concerning his ex.
"Finn, I know you must be as disappointed as I am that Rachel isn't the female lead vocalist of the New Directions," Mr. Schue began. "Don't get me wrong, I know Mercedes is an exceptional singer but she doesn't have the same drive as Rachel…"
"Excuse me?" Finn interjected. "Are we talking about the same Mercedes who quit New Directions and formed the Troubletones?" he butted in. "The same Troubletones who were kicking our asses on the regular? To be honest Mr. Schue, I agree with everyone else. It's time to switch up and let Mercedes shine."
Mr. Schue stared at Finn as if he had lost his mind. "Since when have you always been a big fan of Mercedes?"
Ever since I caught Sam making a meal out of her glorious boobs. "I had always been a fan of Mercedes' talent," he answered. "Even you have to admit to yourself that you had never given her or the other girls a fair chance."
"So I guess this means that you will not go after Rachel and try to persuade her to come back?"
"You guess correctly sir," Finn replied, shrugging his shoulders. "If you want Rachel to come back, you have to do it without me." He turned to leave.
"You know I can still get you kicked out of school for the drugs I found in your locker." Mr. Schue replied. He felt a sharp pang of guilt stab at his heart.
Finn stopped and did an about face. He towered over the average height man, his hands balled in fists. "Really Mr. Schue, you will ruin me for Rachel?" he asked through clenched teeth. "What am I saying? Of course you will."
"New Directions need Rachel's voice," Mr. Schue replied, without flinching. "So are you going to help me or not?"
"Do what you want Mr. Schue," Finn answered after a long pause. "I don't give a fuck."
Sam grabbed Mercedes' backpack with one hand and took her hand in his free one and interlocked his fingers with hers.
"Congratulations, Mercedes," Finn said as she and Sam passed by him. "You deserve to sing a solo at Nationals, you'd earned it."
"Thank you Finn," Mercedes smiled sweetly. "I'm really sorry Rachel threw a temper tantrum and quit."
Finn's insides turned to mush as she smiled at him. "Hey it's not your fault," he said. "You know how she gets when she doesn't get her way."
"Unfortunately, we do," Sam replied. "But its okay; we don't need her when we have my baby's beautiful voice leading us to victory." He gently squeezed her fingers.
"Sam…" Mercedes giggled, looking into Sam's eyes, to her surprised he dipped down and kissed her softly on the lips. "Need more cherry chapstick." She remarked, licking her lips.
Sam fished the tube of cherry chapstick out his pocket and applied it to his lips. Finn's heart sank as he watched them kissed passionately.
"Get a room," Kurt shouted, as he and Blaine headed towards Blain's car. "Preferably at Mercedes'?"
"Mmmm, that's not a bad idea." Sam said, once he and Mercedes came up for air. "What do you say babe?" he asked, licking his lips as his green eyes darkened with desire.
"Sam Evans, get your mind out the gutter," Mike yelled, pulling Tina in an embrace. "Mercedes, don't let him lead you down the garden path."
"Say's the guy whose mind is already there," Santana scoffed. "Guppy Lips, you better not cause Mercedes to lose her voice," she warned him. "Or I'm going to kick your ass."
"Satan, mind your business." Mercedes laughed tucking her hand in Sam's back pocket. "See you guys later."
Finn sighed heavily as he watched Sam helped Mercedes in her car. He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated; wondering how was he going to keep his jealousy in check. He heard Kurt's ringtone buzz as he walked to his car. He pulled out his cell phone.
"Yeah?" he answered, beyond annoyed.
"Remember my warning," Kurt snapped. "I saw the way you were looking at Mercedes."
"Fuck you," Finn hissed. He was getting fucking tired of Kurt and his stupid accusations. "I have no plans of going after Mercedes, okay?" He yanked the door to his car open and threw in his backpack. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't feel that way about her?" He hung up in his brother's face and slid into his car. He hit his head against the steering wheel a few times hoping he could knock his crush for Mercedes out of his brain.
Finn stopped when he realized it wasn't working; besides, he was sure he was giving himself a concussion. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down as he tried to think. Maybe he should do what Mr. Schue said and get Rachel to come back to the New Directions…but that meant he had to pretend he wanted her back. He was convinced that Rachel would want him to be involved in whatever insane scheme she was cooking up in that psychotic brain of hers to replace Mercedes as lead vocalist.
But on the other hand, I can keep Mercedes safe and Kurt will stop questioning my feelings for her. Finn leaned his head against the head rest and shut his eyes for a few minutes. His heart sank as he fished his phone out of his pocket and punched in Rachel's number.
Sam set the table as Mercedes cut up the last of the tomatoes for the salad. A wide smile spread on his lips as he heard her singing to herself. He was unfamiliar with the tune, but just hearing his baby's voice was doing something to his soul.
"What's the name of the song you're singing?" He asked.
"The song is called 'The Air That I Breathe'. It's a classic love song by The Hollies," she replied. "My dad made my mom a mix CD of all the songs that were played at their wedding and I was listening to it one day," she turned to him and smiled shyly. "I was searching for a song that expressed how I felt about you."
Sam's quirked his eyebrows. "Were you ever going to sing it to me?"
"Yes, some time in the future."
"How about in five minutes?" he suggested. "That's the future."
"All right," she laughed, "Let me take the rolls out of the oven and I'll sing it to you."
Sam chuckled as he grabbed a chair and sat it in the middle of the kitchen and waited to be serenaded by the future Mercedes-soon-to-be-Evans-Jones.
Mercedes took the rolls out the oven and washed her hands, she turned to face Sam. "Ready?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss Pretty," he replied.
She giggled and cleared her throat and locked eyes with Sam as she began to sing…
"If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass
Can't think of anything I need…"
Mercedes approached Sam and took his big hands in hers and kissed his knuckles…
"No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat, no books to read…"
Sam's butterflies fluttered wildly as Mercedes sat on his lap and ran her hands playfully through his blond locks as she continued to sing…
"Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm and tired…"
She kissed his top lip…
"What more could I ask
There's nothing left, to be desired…"
Then his bottom lip…
"Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak…"
Sam growled softly as Mercedes licked the hollow of his neck…
"So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep…"
Mercedes laid her head on his chest and listened to the rhythm of his heart…
All I need is the air
That I breathe
And to love you…"
A small knowing smile formed on her lips, and tears stung her eyes because she knew his heart was beating just for her…
"All I need is the air
That I breathe
Just to love you…"
Sam placed a thumb under her chin and lifted her face until their lips were in kissing distance. Mercedes looked into his green eyes and saw all the love he had for her.
"Yeah?" he inquired, referring to the lyrics of the song, because he felt the same way too.
"Yeah," she answered. "I don't need anything else."
Sam captured her lips with his…
All I need is the air
That I breathe…
A/N: So what do you think yea or nay?...Thanks for reading!