A Forever Cut Short
It had been a week since the handholding incident. She'd been avoiding him but Sam knew better. He needed to get her alone. He had to show her how he felt. Sam was determined; he'd been trying all week.
Whenever he would try to approach her, a wild Shane would appear. Shane would come out of nowhere, as if he had a radar or something. After the last class of the day, Sam went back to his locker to put his books away when he saw Mercedes walking down the hall toward the choir room. He knew glee wasn't going to start for another forty five minutes.
Talk about an opportune moment.
"Hey Mercy, wait up!" he called out. Mercedes turned around with her game face already on. Sam had no idea she watched him walk back to his locker after the bell in the hopes of getting her to talk to him.
"What do you need Evans?" Mercedes asked trying to sound as annoyed as possible but again, Sam knew better. He always thought she was so cute when she feigned annoyance especially last week. But, Mercedes had a terrible poker face, he could easily see right through her words because her eyes said it all.
"I just want to talk."
"About?" Mercedes asked, though she knew the answer.
"Please," He said, moving closer to her. One look into those eyes and she was a goner. As he moved closer, she took a step back agreeing with a nod. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the choir room. He forgot how soft her hands were, how good it felt to feel any part of her. They fit, there was no debate, and they were perfect. He wondered if her lips were still as soft.
"Sam, you have five minutes," she said, putting her hand on her hip while looking at the clock in the corner.
"Do you love him?" he asked staring down at their intertwined hands. Biting his lip, Sam waited for an answer.
Mercedes wasn't sure how much more she could take, it was hard enough seeing him in the halls and classes but, glee club was like torture. She knew she didn't love Shane despite how good he was to her, she knew she never would. Her heart was with the man standing before her and boy did she miss those strong calloused hands.
Mercedes remembers plenty of summer nights when those hands were all over her building heat wherever they landed; her neck, her face, her waist, her thighs…. But that was then. Giving Sam's hand a quick squeeze, she released it. Sam had left her and despite knowing that he had no say in the matter, she was still angry. She finally let someone in; someone had loved her back and just as quickly as he came, he went.
"Yes," she lied.
"You don't even believe yourself. How do you expect me to believe you?" he asked. Sam couldn't believe the lengths she was taking, she loved him and he knew she always would.
"Sam—I,"
"No! You're lying and you know it. I love you Cedes and I'm sorry I left you," he yelled, walking toward her, he felt himself calm down. She insisted on backing away from him as he spoke, only to be stopped by the back of the piano.
"I never meant to, we promised each other forever a forever I cut short. I want our forever back and I know you do too," he stated.
"Sam, I can't do this with you," Mercedes whispered.
"Why are you so afraid to follow your heart?"
"I did that once, he left!" Mercedes yelled.
"He's back and he wants you, he never stopped wanting you."
"Can we not do this?" Mercedes asked, hands clenched and heart aching. She wasn't really angry at Sam but, more at the circumstances.
"Fine, I meant what I said. This isn't over; do me a favor will you? Tell Mr. Schue I don't feel much like being in Glee today. I love you Mercy," Sam said as the other Glee clubbers started to pile in he pushed past them, leaving Mercedes stunned wiping away stray tears.