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A/N: This idea sprang from The Rocky Horror episode.

Our little Secret- One shot

Sam's POV

"Mr. Schue, I'll do it," Mercedes said timidly.

With just those words uttered, I had no idea that my world would change. Sure, Mercedes was volunteering to play Frank-n-Furter, no big deal, right? Boy was I wrong. Apparently, I was the only person on the planet that didn't know what The Rocky Horror Picture Show was about. I'd never seen it or heard of it. All I knew was I was supposed to be playing Rocky, who I found out through Googling images was a blonde that wore tiny gold shorts.

So far, all we'd done for the musical was rehearse a few numbers, none of them having anything to do with my character. It wasn't until the week after Mercedes had agreed to be Frank- N- Furter that we really started running lines and adding in my character. One day after Glee Club had ended, Mercedes caught up to me. "Hey, Sam." She smiled.

"Hey." The two of us never talked, so awkwardness was to be expected.

"Mr. Schue gave me some creative control of my character. Would you like to come over so we can work on your big entrance number, and the one that directly follows it? And since I'm taking up so much of your time, I can help you with your other cues too if you want."

"Sure, that'll be cool, Mercedes. I'll see you after football practice?"

"Sounds like a plan."

I was so tired after practice, I jumped in my car and was headed for home when my phone rang. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sam, are you still going to be able to make it tonight, or do you want to reschedule?" I didn't know Mercedes well, but even I couldn't mistake the disappointed tone near the end.

I was hungry, exhausted, and probably a little bit stinky seeing as I opted to skip a shower and just go home. Something about her tone made it impossible for me to turn her down. "Sure, Mercedes. I just got out of practice and I'm heading that way now," I lied.

The girl's tone quickly picked up when she told me she'd see me in a few. I knew where Mercedes lived, everyone in Glee did. We'd had get togethers at everyone's home but mine since I was the newcomer. I guessed that they didn't want ransack my house just yet. The girl's house was large with so many rooms that I actually did get lost in it once. Mercedes beamed at me when she answered the door.

She was talking a mile a minute, so fast that I could barely keep up. "I'm so excited to show you what I've mapped out. I hope you don't mind some of the moves are kinda risqué, but I wanted to stay somewhat true to the original." My stomach growled, interrupting her excitement. "Look at me being a horrible hostess. My parents are out, but there is left over Mac'n Cheese from last night's dinner if you want any."

I was starving. My stomach felt like it was eating itself or that it was so empty it was practically touching my back, but I didn't want to impose. "Nah, I'll pass. If I'm gonna be Rocky I've got to watch my figure." I patted my abs for good measure.

"Boy, shut up. From where I'm standing there is nothing wrong with your figure, and one bowl of Macaroni is not going to change anything. You're hungry, so you're going to eat. Do you understand me?" Mercedes asked, her eyes narrowed to let me know she was serious.

I raised my hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Lead the way to the kitchen, or would you rather me lead so you can admire from a different angle." I smirked, joking with her. She'd walked herself right into that one.

"Now that you mention it, you know where the kitchen is. You lead and I'll definitely follow." She winked at me.

As I started toward the kitchen, I said, "I hope you enjoy the view, Miss Jones." Just thinking about Mercedes appraising me had my cheeks flaming. Neither one of us had ever been playful or flirty with each other at school. Mercedes at home seemed more confident, more relaxed, and I was feeding off of that vibe and giving it to her right back.

What shocked me though was when she mumbled, "That boy just doesn't know how fine he is." She thought I didn't hear her, but I had.

I sat at the table and she heated up the food, fixing both of us a bowl. As we sat there, we ate in near silence. I hated silence, and Mercedes and I were friends. We should have something to talk about at least. "That assignment in Spanish class is gonna be killer," I said to break the silence.

Mercedes was more playing with her food than eating it, seeming deep in thought. I could tell I'd startled her by the way her fork faltered in its motion, but she still grinned at me. "It won't be so bad. I think I'll get at least a B, but considering the subject I chose an A is highly possible."

"But, Mercedes, it's a research paper in Spanish. It's gonna kill me. I'm not that good at papers in English, now you add in a foreign language and I'm done for!" My dyslexia really makes it tough to learn Spanish, especially since I have no interest in it at all.

She giggled, and hearing it made my stomach do an unexpected flop. Somehow she'd made just a giggle sound low and sexy. "Sam." The way she said my name sounded so warm and familiar, and I smiled. "You learned Na'vi, right?"

"Yeah, but that's actually something I wanted to learn!"

"It's not a bad language. People say French is the language of love, but I think it's Spanish. If someone was to look you in the eyes and say, para tu amor lo tengo todo desde mi sangre hasta la escencia de mi ser you have to admit that's hot."

The way her voice dropped, low and sultry as she murmured the words in Spanish made my pulse race. Did she not know what power she could have over men by just uttering words like that? And I didn't even know what she had said. I cleared my throat a little. My cheeks were burning and I had no clue why. "What…Ah…what did you say?"

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "It's a song. I said for your love I have it all from my blood to the essence of my being. In English it's deep but in Spanish you have to admit it sounded even sexier."

That it did, but it wasn't just the language. It was the way her voice had glided over every word. The musical flow that she gave the words and the way they wove into silky seduction that envelopes you had me changing the subject to safer topics, because Mercedes didn't know that I was a man of little control. Quinn frequently tested my control and her practice of abstinence had me so sexually frustrated that I would become the Incredible Hulk of sex if she didn't stop being an unintentionally seductress.

"What's your topic?" I asked, quickly thinking of non sex related topics.

"Harry Potter. I'm covering the controversy of should children be allowed to read it or not. I'm basically on the should side of that, but it's interesting enough to keep me motivated to write. Maybe you should do yours on Avatar," she suggested.

"That's a great idea. Can we work on them together? I could use all the help I can get."

"Sure," she agreed, taking my empty plate and hers to the sink. "You ready to get to work?"

I nodded and followed her toward the workout room. Her family had a fully equipped gym that I often admired when I was here. I loved it, but I was unsure why we were in the room. As if she read my mind she answered, "The scene when Rocky is "born" has a rack of weights and things, so I figured why not practice realistically."

Mercedes gave me a rundown of the scene and showed me my cues in the script before she started the music. "Just one more thing." She chewed on her lip nervously and it didn't seem like she would continue.

"What is it?"

"Could you…take off your shirt? You know Rocky has to wear nothing but those gold shorts so…"

I raised an eyebrow at her request, and fought back a fit of laughter as I took in the look on her face after having to ask me that. She looked like she would die of embarrassment, but I knew she wasn't just doing this for pleasure. Mercedes legitimately wanted to get the scene right. With a smirk, I said, "Your wish…" I started making the generic stripper music beat as I took off my shirt, doing a little dance.

It made Mercedes laugh, and I was glad it eased her awkwardness. "If only I'd had some dollar bills on me!"

When she finally started the music up, I was just standing there as clueless as Rocky is supposed to be, according to her, as she began to sing.

A weakling, weighing ninety-eight pounds
Will get sand in his face when kicked...to the ground
And soon in the gym, with a determined chin

Mercedes was standing behind me when she started but came around lifting my chin with a deliciously devious smile on her face.

The sweat from his pores, as he works for his cause
Will make him glisten...and gleam
And with massage...and just a little bit of steam

She ran the back of her finger down my cheek. Mercedes's timid touch trailed down the side of my neck finally landing on my shoulders as she walked behind me giving me a quick massage. Her hands on my bare skin felt nice and with every touch my heart started to pound. I tried to keep myself focused on the fact that this was just acting, but every time she touched me or danced back into my line of sight wearing that short jean skirt and skinny strap tank top, my thoughts went straight to turning into the green eyed sex monster.

He'll be pink and quite clean
He'll be a strong man, oh honey...

Sauntering away from me, I admired her backside. Mercedes was blessed with ample curves. When she looked back over her shoulder at me, on cue I flexed my muscles. She leaned against the weight rack fanning herself. She grabbed one of the smaller dumbbells, pretending she could hardly hold it, forcing me to walk over and take it from her.

But the wrong man
He'll eat nutritious high protein and swallow raw eggs
Try to build up his shoulders, his chest, arm, and legs

I began lifting the weight as she circled me with a sheer predatory look in her eyes. When she touched my shoulders from behind I dropped the weight as her hands roamed across my chest and down my abs. Oh sweet Jesus, I thought when her hand went from my knee up my inner thigh. Trying so hard to keep concentrating on the fact that this was just a play rehearsal, I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. Mercedes was driving me insane, and she didn't even know it.

Such an effort...if he only knew of my plan
In just seven days, I can make you a man

Boldly, she looked me dead in the eyes as she ran her hand down my chest and abs. I bit my lip, and my breath hitched when she hooked her fingers in the front of my jeans, giving them a little tug. Irrationally, I was thinking, Oh hell to the fuck yes, Mercy, make me a man.

He'll do push-ups and chin-ups
Do the snatch, clean and jerk

I wasn't paying attention so she gave me a gentle push, so that I could do a few pushups before getting back to my feet. When I did, she was in front of me. Her body was flush against mine.

He thinks dynamic tension
Must be hard work...
Such strenuous living
I just don't understand...
When in just seven days, oh baby, I can make you a man!

Mercedes shimmied and grinded against me, and instinctively my hands went to her hips, holding her there, guiding her motions. She felt so good against me, and I knew she could feel just how much she had turned me on. When the music died down and her ipod switched to another song, she tried to move away. My grip on her got tighter. I whispered, "Dance with me, Mercy." The tip of my tongue caressed her earlobe and she shivered.

The song playing now was slow – perfect grinding music. I didn't know what had come over me. One minute, Mercedes's fine ass was grinding up against me, the next my lips were capturing hers with my tongue barging into her mouth and tasting her greedily. My hands were all over her. One was busy freeing her breast and kneading it roughly. My other hand was under her skirt, showing her attention down below. Her moans and whimpers spurring me on. Moving her panties aside, I sank my fingers into her while my thumb circled her bliss button. She was so tight around my fingers and I could feel a twitch in my jeans at just the prospect of being inside of Mercedes Jones.

Just a moment's bit of sanity brought me back to the reality that this would be her first time. "Mercy," I said, my fingers still working frantically. She was so close, steadily building, and I could feel her clenching around my fingers. "All you have to do is say stop." There was pure desperation in my voice. I was desperate for her to stop me, because I wouldn't if she let this continue. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew that I was going to be fucking her senseless if she let me.

"Don't stop…please…don't stop! she screamed as her hips bucked wildly. "Oh fuck yes, Sam," she screamed as she crashed into the waves of bliss that over took her.

I captured Mercedes's luscious full lips with mine, kissing her, and nipping at her frantically. Somehow we wound up on the floor. Mercedes's dress was around her waist, and her panties carelessly thrown somewhere in the room. She was clawing at my pants, desperately trying to rid me of my clothes. I chuckled at her eagerness and the sheer anticipation and need evident in her eyes. Grabbing my wallet out of my back pocket and pulling out the "emergency condom" I finally take off my pants and boxers, watching Mercedes as she licks her lips. I smirked. "You like what you see, Miss Jones?"

She bit her lip in response as I rolled on the condom. I aligned myself at her entrance, pausing just a moment to make sure she still wanted this. When she gave the sexiest whimper I'd ever heard, I entered her slowly, hissing in pleasure at just how tight she was around me. She fit me like a glove that might have been a size too small. One of her hands had fisted in my hair and with the other her nails were digging into my shoulder. I could feel the Incredible Sex Hulk wanting to burst through and completely devour Mercedes, to pillage her village, but I needed to keep him in check. My arms were practically shaking as I waited, letting her get used to the fullness. "Tell me when you're ready to move," I groaned.

A few seconds later, she gave me a nod and I began to thrust in and out of her slowly. It wasn't until she tugged on my hair that I lost it, plowing into her roughly. Her nails dug into my back, and my name tripped out of her mouth over and over. Cries of pleasure erupted from her as her back arched off the floor, toes curling as she clenched around me finally falling into her moment of bliss, but I wouldn't let it end. One wave crashed into another as she continued squeezing me. "'Cede, say somethin' in Spanish. You fuckin' turned me on so much in the kitchen."

As I continued to relentlessly plow into her, feeling her body shuddering under me, she practically screamed, "No se pare! No se pare!"

Oh God, everything about the girl writhing beneath me got me going, turned me on. Her sexy little moans, the way she screamed my name, her lips and tongue, everything that made up Mercedes Jones was driving me mad, causing the green-eyed sex monster to take over. Greedily, I took everything she had to offer, every part of herself she gave me I took without question. Eventually, we came together with me screaming her name.

The both of us lay on the floor, not saying a word for quite some time. We were still trying to catch our breath and make sense of all that had just happened, when I looked at her and said, "Mercedes?"

She gave a lazy, "huh" in return.

"I don't think we can do that number you made up, if this is the end result."

"Oh is that how this started?" she asked innocently. I laughed and she abruptly sat up, fixing her clothes in the process. "Oh God, what about Quinn?"

I frowned. "Who?" I asked as I sat up and started nuzzling her neck.

"Quinn, your girlfriend."

"Not ringing any bells right now, but why don't you come sit on my lap and we'll see what comes up?"

"Be serious, Sam."

I sighed. "Fine. What about her? Me and you just had sex – amazing sex, the best sex of my life. Really, Mercedes, all I can think about right now is you – the way you moan, the way you whimper when I hit just the right spot."

She was trying to be serious but wound up moaning, "Sam." She cleared her throat and tried again. "So what? We don't tell her? It'll just be our little secret?"

"I like the sound of that." I got up then, throwing away the used condom and putting on my clothes. "Will I see you tomorrow same time?" Holding out a hand, I helped her stand.

We walked to the living room. "Well we do have to still work on our scenes, so yeah."

She opened the front door and I closed it, pushing her up against it to claim her lips once more. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when she started sucking on my tongue. After a few more seconds of that torture, I put some distance between us. "Mercedes, do you want me to go home?"

She just smiled. "See you at school tomorrow."

I kissed her once more before I forced myself out the door. As I stood on her porch, I couldn't believe what had just happened. How could I go to school tomorrow and pretend to still be interested in Quinn when all I could think about was Mercedes? More importantly, how was I going to keep my inner Hulk in check when he's tasted the forbidden fruit and he's wants so much more? The truth was, I was a goner and it was all thanks to Miss Mercedes Jones.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

The Spanish song is Para Tu Amor by Juanes.

The other song is I can Make you a Man from the The Rocky Horror Picture Show

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