AN: So I was asked for Samcedes and a one night stand, a loooonnnnnggg time ago. I just didn't know what to do. I had some of this already written for another prompt. Ahead lies, dumped Mercedes, Kitty shade, Messy Mercy, Sam dressed as Thor, Mercedes as Blossom, smut, and limping Mercy. Enjoy and don't forget to review.

Disclaimer: I don't own that rapidly dying show called Glee.

Sam truly loved Halloween. It was one of his favorite holidays in the year. Just to be able to dress up as one of his favorite superheroes once a year without anyone giving him strange looks was more than enough reason for him to get excited. This year was his sophomore year in college. Sam, his roommates Mike and Puck, were going to a party thrown by the fraternity Puck was in. Sam had already known since the summer what he was going to be for Halloween this year, and have had his costume since the beginning of the school year. He was really looking forward to the party because he needed to let loose and shake off some of his stress from school. Between football games and practices and a 24hr school load, his schedule was wearing him thin. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, or had time to just relax and party. Being the star quarterback of Ohio State had plenty of perks but what's the point of having them if you don't have the time to enjoy them.

"Hey man so are you ready for this party or what?" Mike asked him as they were heading back to their dorm after football practice.

"More than you know. I can't wait to just have a good time." Sam answered.

"Think you are going to get lucky tonight?"

"I don't know man." Sam answered honestly.

"You know because since Tina and I are miles apart I have to live my sex life vicariously through you, and man do we need to get laid." Mike said patting him on the shoulder and chuckling which cause Sam to chuckle as well.

"Well having a one night stand is on my bucket list." Sam admitted.

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"I'm not going Quinn. Especially wearing this." Mercedes said annoyed holding up the horrid disaster of orange and green fabric that was supposed to be a pumpkin costume, and earning a pair of rolling eyes from her roommate and best friend.

"Yes you are going and there is nothing wrong with what you have on. You look hot." Quinn replied as she put on the finishing touches of her Jessica Rabbit costume.

"No you look hot, me I look like a hot damn mess. I don't know what I was thinking even entertaining the idea of going to this party with you. It was a ridiculous thought. I just want to stay at home, curl up on the couch, and watch some scary movies with a pint of ice cream and a bowl of popcorn."

"You mean you want to wallow and throw a pity party of one for yourself." Quinn retorted. "He is not worth it."

"HE has nothing to do with how I feel right now." She lied.

"Mmhm I'm so sure."

Quinn was right he had everything to do with how she was feeling. The he they were referring to was her high school sweetheart Brody. They had been together since the middle of her freshman year of high school. She knew things were going to be hard with her staying in Ohio to go to school and him moving all the way to New York to go to NYADA but they both made promises to each other that they were going to make it work out. After a year of Skype dates and a visit every four months Mercedes thought they were doing good until one week ago when she got a notification on Facebook that said 'Brody Weston went from being in a relationship to single.' Then she notice two hours later it changed again to 'Brody Weston went from being single to in a relationship with Rachel Berry.' To say that she was crushed was an understatement. He tried to tell her some whack ass lie about how someone hacked his Facebook account but after the girl in question, Rachel had posted pictures of the two of them together and tagged him in them he had confessed and told her they didn't connect musically like he and Rachel did. Things haven't been the same for her since then and sometimes she felt like all she wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die.

"Ok fine stay here and drown in yourself pity, I on the other hand am going to this party. I am going to drink a few drinks get a little buzzed, and demand that Noah take me somewhere and do all types of dirty, freaky things to me."

"Ok I didn't need to know that. The visual alone has burned my eyelids." Mercedes said in mock disgust. "Have fun Quinn."

"Bye girl, but you really should reconsider." She said grabbing her overnight bag and walking out of the door.

Five minutes later Mercedes found herself scrolling through his wall on Facebook. She knew it would only cause her to have fresh wounds but what could she say she was a glutton for punishment.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Mercedes wondered who could be banging at her door. Before she even made it to her door it flung open causing her to jump.

"Chica get your ass up we are going to that party!" Her friend Santana said as she entered with her girlfriend Brittany close behind. "Quinn called me and told me that you had planned to sit in here like some old desperate housewife and cry over that loser. Well I say to hell with him. Brits and I are going as The Powerpuff Girls and we need a third so guess what, that's gon be you." Mercedes gave Santana a weird look as her friend held up the red and black outfit with matching bow. "It's was Brits year to pick the costumes." She said with a shrug.

"Santana I..." Mercedes started but Santana put her hand up to cut her off.

"Look, what Brody did was fucked up, I get it you loved him, but sitting in your dorm room looking at old photos of the two of you or photos of him and his new girl is not going to make things better."

"I wasn't doing that." Mercedes rebutted.

"Stop lying you left your laptop open." Santana said pointing to the open laptop that was still on Brody's page. "This is what we are going to do. We are going to that party getting you a little tipsy, and then we are going to find one of those sexy ass frat men to dick you down so good he erases all memories of that grey eyed boy band reject out of your pretty little head."

"Santana!"

"I mean it. I want you limping into Psych class on Monday. Now Brittany baby we have thirty minutes to make Mercy look just down right fuckable."

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The party was packed and in full swing. Just about every inch of the frat house was covered with a body. Sam had to skillfully maneuver his way through the crowd to keep from accidentally bumping into someone. It was just him and Mike because as soon as Puck's girlfriend had made it to the party he ditched them to follow her around. Mike just came to dance and have a good time. He made a promise to his girlfriend that he wouldn't drink at parties so there wouldn't be any 'accidental acts of infidelities'.

"He man I am about to find someone to dance with." Mike said dressed as an old time gangsta from the twenties. "Are you going to be ok for a while?"

"Yeah man go ahead I am going to walk around and see who is all here." Sam told him.

"Ok don't forget, you get some I get some." Mike said before he made his way through a sea of people.

Sam had been walking for about ten minutes surveying the scene. There were a lot of females at the party. Sure some were cute and even borderline sexy but none of them seem to catch his eye. He spotted an ex of his named Kitty heading his way and he tried to turn and walk the other way but he wasn't fast enough.

"Saaammm!" He heard her call his name as she approached him. "Wow Sam, you look handsome. If I would have known you were going to dress up as a Viking I would have been your Viqueen."

"Viqueen? Kitty what are you talking about?" Sam asked her.

"You know a male is a Viking right so a female must be a Viqueen right?" She said rubbing her hand down his chest and leaning into him.

"Okaaayyy." Sam said trying his best not to laugh in her face.

"Dance with me, Sam." She asked him. He didn't want to be mean. That wasn't his style so he decided to entertain her for a minute and make a run for it when she turned her head. After three songs Sam was beyond annoyed with Kitty. For one the tail on her costume kept knocking into his junk in a not so friendly way. Two, she had a Kung Fu type grip on his hands as she held them onto her nonexistent hips. Lastly, she kept blabbering on and on about how much she missed them. Truth was Sam had only dated Kitty because she was the first girl to ever speak to him on campus and she was very persistent in pursuing him so he caved in and said yes.

A new song started and before Sam had a chance to duck away, she grabbed him and pulled him even more flush to her. Sam had never been more thankful in his life when he felt someone intertwine their hand in his. He didn't know who it was but it caused Kitty to jerk away and turn around to face him, separating herself from him.

"Oh baby you won't believe what happened to me on the way here." Sam's rescuer said. She leaned up on her tip toes and gave him a sloppy wet kiss that went straight to Sam's pants. Her lips were soft and sweet like mango or pineapple. Maybe it was peach. Whatever it was Sam wanted nothing more than to suck on those pillowy soft sweet lips all night, but much to his protest she pulled away breaking the kiss.

"Sam, who the hell is this?" Kitty asked giving Sam and the mystery girl a blazing death glare.

"Um..." Sam stuttered.

"I'm Mercedes." She said stepping forward extending her hand to Kitty who just stared down at it. "Thanks so much for keeping my boyfriend company for me until I got here. I didn't know Professors were attending this party?" She said innocently.

Sam snorted and quickly tried to hide it with a weird sounding cough.

"They aren't." Kitty defended.

"Oh I'm so sorry I thought you were a teacher or maybe the house mom. You sure look old enough to be one." Mercedes said. "Well thanks again, Kathy. Ready to go, baby?" She asked looking up to Sam.

"Yes. Bye Kitty." Sam said and let Mercedes lead him away from a stunned and pissed looking Kitty.

He followed quietly behind her as she pulled him through the crowd of partygoers. She didn't turn around until they stopped at the table where the alcohol was. She let go of his hand and gave him a smile. She leaned in pressing her hands against his chest.

"Sorry for cutting in but you looked like you were being tortured over there." She said loud enough for him to hear over the music. "Enjoy the rest of the party." She stepped back and turned to walk away and Sam couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grabbing her wrist and pulling her back into him.

"Wait, can't I at least thank you for saving me?" He asked not wanting her to go away just yet. "What was your name again?"

"Mercedes."

"I'm Sam."

"Yeah I know," she said looking up into his eyes. Sam had never seen her around campus before and wondered how she knew his name. "You're the quarterback, my best friends are cheerleaders here and they drag me to the games."

"Oh, well thank you Mercedes for saving me from Kitty. She just doesn't know how to take no for an answer. I think we should dance. She might be still lurking around." Sam suggested nervously.

Mercedes laughed inwardly at his excuse for asking her to dance. He's cute. In a nerdy kinda way. She thought to herself. She had spotted him dancing with Kitty a few moments after she made her rounds of the party. She didn't know much about Kitty except for the mean things Santana and Brittany would tell her about the girl. She didn't know much about Sam either but his discomfort was clear and evident on his face. After watching Kitty shamelessly throw her self on Sam for a few songs she decided to be bold and take pity on him. She wasn't expecting anything to come out of it, let alone for the two of them to spend the next hour dancing, drinking, and laughing it up.

Sam was fun. He was also a little tipsy, but so was she. He was laid back and didn't really act or seem like the typical jock. Despite her previous mood, not one single thought of her being dumped had crossed her mind since she met Sam plus he was actually a decent dancer. Mercedes had her back pressed against Sam's front as a fast song was coming to an end and switched to a slower one. She made an attempt to turn around but Sam held her tighter against him. He controlled their movements as he swayed the two of them back and forth to the slow sensual melody of the song. His hands roaming her hips as she began grinding into him. His hands were all over her body and she clamped her legs shut to stop the throbbing between her legs. He lowered his head nipping at the exposed skin she had on her shoulder, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Her skin a mixture of sweet and tangy as Sam suck another small piece into his mouth.

Mercedes rested her head back onto his shoulder to give him better access. Her eyes closed as her body reacted to the things he was doing to it. She hissed as she felt his fingers snaking up her bare thighs. The tight leggings Santana had brought for her to wear was quickly on their way to be soaked as his hands inched higher and higher and finally stopping once they reached the heat between her legs.

"Can I touch you?" Sam questioned with a deep, husky, voice and Mercedes' answer was turning her head to face him and kissing him deeply. Sam took that as a yes and began to strum his long digits along her slit. Mercedes moaned into their kiss and grabbed a handful of his blond locks as she sucked his bottom lip into her own mouth. Right then, Santana's words from earlier came rushing to her about limping into Psych class on Monday. Judging from the erection Sam had wickedly pressing into her he had just the right equipment to do the job.

"Where's your room?" Mercedes asked, breaking the kiss. She pushed her ass even further into him and use it to rub up and down his hard on.

"It's..." Sam hissed at the feeling of her, "across the yard." He finally breathed out.

"Take me there now!" Mercedes commanded.

Sam didn't need to be told twice as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit. Mercedes spotted Santana and Brittany on her way out who gave her winks and nods of approval. She could have sworn she heard Santana yell over the blasting music 'limping Cedes, limping!' As they made it through the doors to leave.

By the time they made it to the door of Sam's dorm, Mercedes was up in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, and the front of her shirt was partially ripped. Sam held her up against the door and kissed her senseless. When air became a factor he broke the kiss and fumble around his pocket for his key. Sam opened the door, carried Mercedes in, and kicked it shut. He pressed her into the door once and the two began to claw at each other's clothes.

"Fuck!" Sam exclaimed once Mercedes was exposed and he saw just how big and beautiful her breast were. He sat Mercedes down and pulled her leggings off followed by his own pants. He pulled his emergency condom out and threw both pair of pants across the room. "Are you sure about this?" Sam asked before he went any further.

As horny as he was and as bad as he wanted the sexy girl in front of him, he didn't want her to regret what they did in the morning. Mercedes yanked the condom from Sam's hands and ripped the gold wrapper open. Without taking her eyes off him she stroked his length a few times and sheathed it.

"Does that answer your question?" She said.

Sam picked her back up and wasted no time pushing inside of her. She was hot, tight, wet, and felt so damn good. She fit him just right, and when he started moving within her heat he knew he wasn't going to last long at all. Mercedes had one leg wrapped around him and the other was barely on its tiptoes as Sam thrusted deeper and deeper inside her. He was pressing her back into the cold metal design on the door and was sure she would have an imprint of it on her back when they were done. Her arms around his neck, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. He was big, way bigger than Brody, and she wasn't sure if she could handle too much more of him, what she did know was that she didn't want him to stop.

"Yes! God yes! Please don't stop!" She moaned and Sam lifted her other leg and pounded into her faster, harder.

Her toes curled, as he hit her G spot repeatedly. He gave long, quick, strokes, in rhythm to the nips, bites, and sucks, to her neck, shoulder, and breast.

"Come for me, Mercedes," Sam groaned as her walls clenched him tighter and tighter. All too soon he could feel the cum swirling around in his balls, threatening to release. He reached between them and twirled her clit with his fingers, while he bit down on her shoulder. He knew she would have a mark there later on. The mixture of sensations must have been too much because he heard her scream she was coming. Moments later he could feel her coming around his dick. Her juices flowed out and down both their legs and thighs.

"Oh fuck!" Sam couldn't control his impending release any longer and he soon followed after her. Pushing her higher and higher up the wall as he released a good amount into the condom. His movements slowed down as he rode both of them through their climaxes. Once they came down from their high he carried them over to his side of the room and laid her on the bed. He disposed of the used condom and he got into the sheets beside her.

"That was..."

"Amazing!" Sam said finishing Mercedes sentence.

"Yes it was," she had placed her head on his chest and began to trace circles on his bare skin. "I usually don't do this."

"Neither do I," Sam admitted.

"I just wanted to do something out the normal for me."

"Me too."

"Was it at least worth it?" Mercedes asked.

"Absolutely worth it." He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her closer to him.

"So...what does this mean?" She wondered curiously.

He had planned on this being just a onetime thing, but as good as she was he knew he wouldn't be able to do this just the once. "I don't know but I don't want this to end.

Apparently she agreed because the two spent the rest of the weekend together closed off to the rest of the world, getting to know each other better physically and emotionally. They had spent so much time having sex that Mercedes even put a smile on Santana's face as she tried to discreetly limp into Psych class that Monday.

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