DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee, or Mr. and Mrs. Smith, mmkay?
This is my first fic. It kinda just jumped at me when i was watching the movie and was in my feelings. Let me know what you think.
The counselor straightens his glasses and adjusts himself in his seat. Clearing his throat he asks the couple, "So why are we here today?"
Samuel opens his mouth allowing somewhat senseless words to leave him. "Well, this is more of a marriage
check up, you see. We're like a car that just needs an oil change or something like that. Ya know? Checkin' out the engine. Pressure on the wheels. Just poppin' the hood, Doc."
"I see. Popping the hood. So how long have you been together?"
"Five ye-"
"Six years," states the unusually quiet Mercedes.
"Yeah, five or six years."
"Mhm," says the counselor as he scribbles notes onto his pad. "Next question. On a scale of one to ten how would you rate your marriage?"
"Eight," says Mercedes, with a confident tone as she shifts in her chair.
"Wait a minute," Sam starts. "On this 'scale' of yours is a one being the most miserable thing and a ten being the best or is it the oth-"
"Just answer the question instinctively, Mr. Evans."
"Okay, how about we do it together, babe," Sam says while staring at his wife.
"Eight."
"Eight," Mercedes repeats.
"Okay then. How's the sex?" The counselor asks, and a silence fills the room.
"On a scale of one to ten?"
"No. No scale."
More silence.
"Well uh-"
"It's, um-"
"Good. When we had it."
Sam and Mercedes sit stammering and mumbling at the counselor, with no end in sight, so the bespectacled man decides it's best that he change the subject before things got even more awkward.
"How did you two meet?"
Sam sat up and answered, "It was five-"
"-six."
"Five or six years ago. In Lima."
"Lima, Peru."
