AN: Chapter Ten has come a little early partly because I was just too excited to wait and write it at a later time. I took some inspiration from a few other Fanfics i.e. Sam's newfound use of curse words so don't kill me. I want to give a shout out to Princess976 who recognized the Dirty Dancing homage quote I used in the last chapter! I didn't think that anyone would've pointed that out to me but I'm glad someone recognized! Well anyways enjoy and leave me a review!

I feel lifeless. Completely and utterly lifeless. As if I'm just waiting for his large expectant blue eyes to just swallow me whole. My back is still against the wall and his arms are still around my head. He's waiting. Waiting for me to top those beautiful words that just flowed out of his mouth, but I already know that I can't. There's nothing left to say anyway.

I have to glance away from him…. Right now…. Before my knees just completely give out on me. So I look over his shoulder, past his unruly blonde hair and towards the large expanse of lockers on the other side of the hallway. I swallow the urge that makes me want to rant or start laughing like a lunatic. Sam's hands remove themselves from the wall and find their way past my shoulders, taking hold of my hands. "Mercedes look at me" he says.

I'm so far away from this moment that I barely can process what he's said. My mind is reeling around his words. He just said that he cares about me…. Me. Mercedes Vienna Melody Jones has someone outside of her family and friends who cares about her, finally. How does he expect me to react to his little speech?

I just want to run away and process things.

"Look-at-me" Sam's voice grows deeper. More commanding and much more enticing. I find myself looking straight into the large deep abyss of his eyes; he looks back at me concerned.

I breathe. Once. Twice. Three times. Once more for good measure. To make sure that my arms are no longer tingling at my sides, to reassure myself that I'm not in some alternate universe or much worse… A dream.

Sam's frown turns into a lopsided smile, one that reaches his eyes and makes them crinkle ever so slightly around the edges. "Better?" he whispers as he tightens his hold on my hands, bringing forth a powerful feeling of warmth that it so strong, it nearly knocks me off my feet.

I can barely nod before he opens his mouth to speak.

"Stand still" he whispers and I find my feet becoming cemented to the ground. I'm mesmerized by that soft look in his large eyes. My heart as already dropped into my stomach, as if I'm on a roller coaster. I can feel my veins pumping with blood; I can hear my pulse beating rapidly in my ears. Almost as loud as a helicopter. His body presses against me and I can feel his belt buckle poke my navel, my breathing seems to spike just when I realize how close he is. His mouth is barely an inch away, I maintain control and stand completely still.

His face turns a soft hue of pink and I can't help the pool of warmth that settles in my stomach. The world seems to stop as he leans closer, pulling my body against him in a way that makes my legs shake. I can feel his body on mine. His muscles seem to clench before relaxing, his eyes are focused on mine, as if they're on a mission. The air is filled with a single breath of silence before Sam's lips stretch into a sultry smile. After a moment Sam presses his lips firmly over mine and I loose all track of any thoughts about trying to get away from him.

….

The first thing I realize is that Sam tastes amazing. Like a warm cup of cocoa or a melting bar of chocolate, something so divine that it makes up just want to devour it in one sitting. I don't know where to put my hands or arms but Sam seems to have that covered, he settles his own hands on my hips and I can't help but to think about how amazing they feel against my jeans. As far as I'm concerned, Sam Evans is the only guy on the planet. His lips feel as heavenly as they look and his tongue is all rough and smooth at the same time.

In his arms I don't feel awkward or too big. He holds me as if I am the most fragile thing on the face of the earth, like I'm the only girl on the planet. Our bodies press together until there's no air between us and my heart is pounding so hard that it echoes in my ears. I can't breathe but I don't really care at this point in time. Neither of us seem to move away as Sam breaks off the kiss. I open my eyelid just to find him leaning back to kiss me again without ever opening his eyes.

I don't dare open my eyes again; if I do I just might break the steady wonderful haze building around us. My entire body is humming, from the crown of my head to my painted toes. My skin is aflame when he touches me; his hands roam in all the right places. Just stroking, squeezing, caressing me in ways I never knew possible. I don't even stiffen when his hands trace the curve of my breasts and settle on my hips again. I don't want him to stop; I don't ever what him to move away from me.

Not now.

Not ever.

But he does, he eases backwards and I can't trust myself to open my eyes or to speak for that matter.

"Mercy" Sam's voice comes into my ears and I let out a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding.

"Mercedes you can look at me now" Sam's voice comes out amused and I can feel his husky breath on my face, lingering on my skin teasingly. "I can't look at you or else I'll wake up" my voice comes out in a squeak and I cringe. I don't want to sound like the other Glee girls…. I wonder if Sam's comparing my after effects to his kiss to Quinn's.

Sam chuckles in my ear and the sound makes me squeeze my knees together. That laugh is almost more alarming then when he curses. "If this is a dream then I think you should wake up and invite me over to your house" his lips trace my earlobe and he whispers softly, "then you can just kiss me again and I promise that things will turn out exactly the same"

I tremble but let my eyes slowly open. Before me, Sam is smiling this lazy smile that I've never seen before. One that is hard to place and extremely sexy. "How long have you been planning on kissing me like that?" I murmur and Sam rubs my hips in his hands as he searches for an appropriate answer.

"A really fucking long time" he remarked and I groaned. "Stop that" I managed to speak and he pressed himself tighter around me. "Stop what?" he asked innocently, bringing his hands to rest on the small of my back.

"Cursing like that," I pleaded but Sam ignored me, nuzzling my left ear with his mouth.

"You drive me fucking crazy Mercy" Sam laughed and I wrapped my arms around him.
Why was he doing this to me?

"I swear. You really drive me up the fucking walls sometimes" he kept speaking and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to maintain my cool. Was he was trying to make me jump his freaking bones?

"Sam please I-" I couldn't find my voice even as Sam brushed his lips across my neck. I could feel the slight stubble on his chin, smooth but rough at the same time. I made me think of other parts of him that might be the exact same way. I shook my head; we're not going there. "I've been wanting to hold you like this forever" Sam said with an air of finality in his voice. "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet" he sighed.

" I don't want you to let me go," I said turning my head to the side to kiss him again.

More kissing followed, a LOT more kissing actually and I just seem to get lost in Sam. I don't even care that it's a Friday afternoon and my parents are probably waiting for me to get home. I loose track of time again. We could have been kissing for minutes, hours, days but I don't care. We're exploring and getting lost and finding new things and getting lost again.

I hadn't realized that we'd moved into the janitors closet until I opened my eyes again and noticed the shift of light. Just hearing Sam's breathing makes my body shoot several decades ahead of me. He knows that he has an effect on me and he takes advantage of that by nipping on my neck and kissing it to the point where I'm begging him to stop, and do it all over again. It doesn't take me long to find the place right underneath his ear that makes him go weak in the knees.

The kisses are slowing down a little; they're less desperate, less timid.

Reality soon comes back into place and I stiffen. There's too much to think about, too many things wrong with this. "What's wrong Mercy?" Sam asks, he stops and looks at me.

I don't even have to speak. He already knows what's going on in my head. This is perfect which automatically makes it all wrong. For a minute we just stand face to face. I don't want to walk out, so I ask the obvious question.

"What am I to you Sam?" I ask.

He doesn't even hesitate.

"You're mine and I'm yours"he smiles. I pull him closer and bury my face into his shoulder, I can't help the smile that settles onto my face.

That's just the answer I was looking for.

AN: Well I think this will be the end of Afterall. It was a long journey wasn't it? My first complete fanfiction! What a rush!

I may add another few chapters but I'm not sure…any suggestions?

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