This is probably not the scene anyone else imagines when they think of "The Way You Make Me Feel" but for some reason, this is what I thought up. Hope you enjoy it! It's my first song fic. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Way You Make Me Feel" by Michael Jackson or Glee
Sam waited anxiously on the landing of the Jones' staircase in their home. He had long since stopped attempting to watch television with Mercedes' brother who was finally visiting from college. Now that he had Mercedes back, he couldn't stand to be away from her for long. Being one state away was bad enough. Now she was a single flight of stairs away, getting dressed for their performance at Regionals.
When he heard her footsteps approaching, he couldn't stop the smile spreading across his face. Mercedes grinned down at him from the top of the stairs. The hallway was dark, and he could barely make out the playful quirk of her lips. "Thought you said you'd be watching the game with Jay."
"I thought you said you'd be ready in fifteen minutes." He dragged his gaze away from her figure long enough to hold up his cellphone and wave it in the air. "It's been thirty."
"Don't worry. The time spent wasn't wasted." She started her way down the stairs, one hand delicately resting on the railing.
Hey pretty baby with the high heels on
You give me fever like I've never, ever known
Sam licked his suddenly dry lips. God, he missed his girl's body. She wore the dress Kurt had designed for The Troubletones portion of the performance, a white mini with ruched sides that left her right shoulder and arm completely bare. He slowly moved his hungry gaze down her beautiful legs and to the four-inch silver heels adorning her feet.
As soon as she stepped down in front of him on the landing, he placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her to him. Mercedes chuckled as he kissed her neck and jawline. "Yeah, I thought you'd agree."
You're just a product of loveliness
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you two." Mercedes and Sam separated sheepishly as her mother came walking toward them from the kitchen. She handed Mercedes her coat and purse with a wink. "It's good to see you back in this house, Samuel, but if Mr. Jones sees you two necking like that, he just might kill you."
Sam laughed. "Won't happen again, ma'am." He helped Mercedes shrug on her coat.
The older woman joined in his laughter. "At least don't let it happen where you can be seen."
"Mom!"
"Mercy child, I remember what it's like to be in love at that age. Can't keep your hands off each other." Dutifully ignoring her daughter's horrified expression, Mrs. Jones crossed her arms against her chest and changed the subject. "What time should we be at the competition? Seven or eight? You said you'd find out the time it starts for us."
Sam answered for Mercedes. "Pretty sure Mr. Schue said the doors will open at seven-thirty. That would probably be a good time to get there."
"If not a little earlier," Mercedes agreed.
I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress
I feel your fever from miles around
I'll pick you up in my car
And we'll paint the town
"We'll see you two there." Mrs. Jones pecked Mercedes on the cheek and gave her a quick hug.
"Good luck, baby! I know you'll be great." She patted Sam's arm. "Drive safely. It looks like it's getting icy out there."
"With such a precious passenger?" Sam kissed the top of Mercedes' head as she went to open the door. "You don't have to tell me twice."
Mercedes waited until her mother had closed the door behind them and they were carefully walking down her driveway toward Sam's truck to give him a gentle nudge with her elbow. "She loves you."
"She's always loved me. Does she love me more than she loved Shane? 'Cause I seem to remember you saying that your family was quite enamored."
Enamored? Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Boy, please. I thought we said we'd let the past be the past and just focus on enjoying the fact that we're together again. No more bringing up Shane."
Shane was the past. Those miserable months in Kentucky and weeks at McKinley High of not being able to hold her or kiss her were the past. Sam stopped walking and grasped her hand in his, raising it to his lips. "Alrighty. But we'll just assume that your family does love me more than they loved Shane. And you know what I love more than anything right now?"
One of her eyebrows rose and she smirked, remembering the way his eyes had raked over her body earlier and knowing exactly where he was going to go with the conversation. "What do you love more than anything right now, Sammy?"
"You in that dress. Babe, remind me to thank Kurt for designing it."
"Ha! Will do."
He tugged on her arm when she started to walk away. The driveway was so slick with ice that Mercedes just slid back into his embrace. "Do you know what I would love more than anything after Regionals is over?"
"Don't you say what I think you're about to say, Sam Evans! We are already late and we…"
"You out of that dress."
She snorted and threw up her hands. "That's what I thought. I am getting in the truck!"
Just kiss me baby
And tell me twice
That you're the one for me
Sam followed Mercedes to his truck, quickly unlocking and opening the door for her. She placed her hand in his and smiled gratefully as he helped her get in. Once she was situated in the passenger seat, she tapped him on the nose teasingly. "Thank you for not copping a feel right then. I just knew you were a gentleman."
"Was there ever any doubt?" He winked and closed her door firmly, then turned to jog to get in behind the wheel. "So how late are we?"
"You know Mr. Schue wants us there at least thirty minutes before we start warming up. We might be able to make it just in time for the warm-ups."
"So we're technically not late."
"Technically no but…" Her head was pressed back against her seat as Sam kissed her. When he drew back, her expression was a mixture of confusion and amusement. "And what was that for?"
He just shrugged, buckling his seatbelt and turning the key in the ignition. "No reason. It just feels so good to be yours again."
Mercedes smiled. Her hand found his.
The way you make me feel
You really turn me on
You knock me off of my feet
My lonely days are gone