Okay, so I've read a bunch of AMAZING Glee and Samcedes stories/ one-shots and I've decided to write my own bunch of one shot 'cause I kinda love Sam and Mercedes together. So, if you have a song that you want me to base a Samcedes shot around just pm me or leave a review (I like reviews a lot...just saying). Please keep your request K or T because I can't write smut...I'm not even gonna try because it's way out of my element. Anyhow, some of the shots will be cannon compliant others will be AU. Enjoy:
(PS: I don't own these characters nor the song Never be the same again by Melanie )
(Post Prom)
Sam and Mercedes grew closer after prom. Mercedes would come over after school and babysit his siblings or help him with his homework when he was not working. During those times Sam would bounce off his impression on her and share his comic and all-things-Marvel-knowledge with her. Unlike Quinn, Mercedes did not give him pity laughs or tried to humour him...no she actually found what he said funny. After weeks of friendship their bond grew deeper and deeper. She was his best friend.
Come on, Ooh yeah.
Never be the same.
I call you up whenever things go wrong.
You're always there. You are my shoulder to cry on.
I can't believe it took me so quite long.
To take the forbidden step.
Is this something that I might regret
Mercedes Jones was the light in the surrounding darkness engulfing him in its grasp. While normal 17-year old high school boys were busy worrying about their reputation and impressing the hottest girl in school Sam Evans was busy worrying about helping to provide for his struggling family. At times this stress and worry would keep him awake at night and at times it drove him to tears. On days when poverty's clutches threatened to drag him down in the pit of depression Mercedes Jones would appear like a life jacket to safe him from the depths. She'd hold him while he cried his heart out; while he complains about how unfair life is...while he was breaking down. But she'd never leave him wallow in his self pity for long.
Once he was done she'd cup his tear-streaked cheeks and stare him dead in the eyes. With stubborn certainty in burning her eyes she'd tell him that this season of his life would blow over and that it would just make him stronger. Even though life sucks at the moment and it seems like all the forces were against him and his family things would change and as corny as it sounds it'll just make him stronger. As crappy as this situation is maybe it's a blessing in disguise she said and then used a Biblical metaphor which he didn't get because; honestly he never paid a lot of attention in Sunday School when he was younger and working late shifts on Saturday nights left him drowsy in church.
One night when the situation got too much again and he cried on Mercedes' shoulder he realized how much he depended on her. She was like a lighthouse in the darkness and his strength in weakness. That night he looked in Mercedes' chocolate eyes and a spark ignited in his heart. Suddenly her touch felt warmer, her big expressive eyes pulled him into their depths and her lips...oh heaven those beautiful soft-looking lips were begging his to taste them. Those thoughts scared the crap out of him: Mercedes was his best friend and he had no idea where these feelings stemmed from. Was he actually falling for her or was it his gratitude that disguised itself as infatuation and what would happen with their friendship if he pursued her only to have it blow up in his face?
Come on, come one
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
(You are the one)
A lonely heart that cant be tamed
(Come on, come one)
I'm hoping that you feel the same.
This is something that I can't forget
A week after his realization that he wanted more than friendship with his best friend he found himself in the park with his mom and siblings to escape the pungent smell of mold and dust in the motel room. Whilst Stevie was chasing Stacey around with a dead bird, Sam and his mother were soaking up the rays of the morning sun.
"So, I haven't seen Mercedes at all this week." His mother began casually.
Sam shrugged.
"We're heading to nationals tomorrow, Mom. She's been busy with rehearsals and stuff." He answered.
In all honesty he was avoiding her to clear his head and figure out the depth of his feelings for her: he usually ate his homemade lunch in auditorium with Mercedes as company but now he ate in the choir room. He only gave Mercedes small smiles when passing her in the halls. In Glee he always sat between two occupied seats to ensure that Mercedes wouldn't sit next to him and intoxicate him with her fruity scent...the girl smelled like apples...at times he wondered if she would taste like them too.
His mother raised a brow at his explanation unconvinced.
"Sam, I know we don't get as much time to spend together as a family since your father and I are always out and you work long shifts at the pizza place but I can see something is bothering you. You get this constipated look like your father-" cue eye roll from Sam. "-and I have a feeling it has to do with Mercedes. So cut the nonsense and tell your mother who, mind you, spent 18 hours in labour to bring you out in the world and who had to wake up in the wee hours of the morning for the first 7 months of your life because you refused to sleep a full night. You owe me the truth so spill Samuel."
Sam rolled his eyes only to receive a whack to his head. For a frail little thing his mother sure had strength in those thin little arms. Sam quickly apologised and told his mother his fears in a rush, his Southern accent coming through the cracks.
"I dunno what to do, Mom! She's smart and funny and pretty. She smells like apples and she has like, this beautiful smile, ma. It's blindin'. She's talented and she has these massive dreams and such a strong work ethic. I got nothin' to give. She's the type of girl you wanna take to fancy places and serenade with a Mariachi band but I can't. I can't give her what she deserves...and I'm not sure if I like her because she's, you know, carin', funny, smart Mercedes who likes my jokes and watches Marvel cartoons with or because she's the girl who helps out my family. I don't know if this is some kinda hero worship or if my feelings for her are real. And what if they are real and she doesn't feel the same way 'bout me? What if I ruin such an amazin' friendship because of these feelings I don't understand? What if-"
"-you hyperventilate further and turn blue?" His mother interrupted his ramblings. "Take a breath and give your lungs some much needed air."
He obliged before finishing his sentence in a whisper casting his eyes down to his hands.
"What if I'm not good enough?"
"First of all, I don't do mediocre. I gave birth to a funny, sweet, amazing boy and any girl including Ms Mercedes Jones would be lucky to have you. With that said all the reasons you listed against dating her are exactly the reasons you should. Yes, she's funny and pretty...I'm not sure of the apples thing 'cause I don't go smelling people-"
Sam's cheeks turned crimson.
"-she is the kinda girl that guys would want to try to do big romantic gestures for but have you noticed that she doesn't need them. I've watched the two of you sitting on the steps outside the motel doing homework and the two of you look like your having a blast. She doesn't expect, nor does she need you hiring her a Mariachi band to serenade her. I cannot give you advice on your feelings because I don't know how you feel for her. That's only something you can answer. So pray about it and ask for guidance."
That night he went on his knees, in the bathroom because it was the only place he could get privacy, and ask God for a sign that his feelings for Mercedes were real. That night he had a dream of him and Mercedes in an apartment:
Mercedes was glaring the cute little rat-like dog in Sam's arms threatening its life whilst Sam was trying to defend poor McConaughey, . Sam said something about the dog being a practice baby for them to which Mercedes rolled her eyes at before leaving him and traumatised dog in the living room.
Sam pet the dog's head and looked at it with apologetic eyes.
"Don't worry; Mommy loves you. It's just that time of the month again."
"I heard you, you ass!" Mercedes shouted from another room.
Sam gasped and placed his hand on one of the dog's ears.
" 'Cedes not in front of the children!" he screamed scandalized.
Sam walked around with a blinding smile the rest of the day. If that wasn't a sign from above he had no idea what a sign was! He did a small fist pump in bed and whispered a thanks to the Lord above before getting ready to leave for New York. He was going to tell Mercedes how much he liked her and he was gonna do it in New York. He just hoped the short curvaceous beauty felt the same way.
I thought that we would just be friends.
Things will never be the same again.
It's just the beginning, it's not the end.
Things will never be the same again.
It's not a secret anymore.
Now we've opened up the door.
Starting tonight and from now on.
We'll never, never be the same again. Never be the same again.
Sam knew he wanted to tell her he liked her but he did not know how or when. The fact that Mercedes seemed to be ignoring him was not making things any easier for him. He gave her a little shoulder shimmy when the two of them found themselves sitting next to each other whilst Britney sang about her cup. The only response he got was a cold shoulder that left him confused.
He couldn't get Mercedes alone to ask her what the matter was and before he knew it the New Directions were onstage preforming their hearts out. After their performance he ran to the short girl and threw his arms around her in glee. He felt her stiffen in his arms and before he could ask her what the matter was Mike and Tina grabbed him from behind.
Much later the whole club was standing behind Mr Shue waiting to hear if they were at least in the top ten...they weren't. Sam looked at Mercedes' broken hearted expression and it took all his willpower not to grab the girl and press her against him but taking her discomfort on stage when he hugged her in accord he stopped himself. Minutes later the disappointed club found themselves in the girls' room. When Jesse said that the Finchel kiss ruined them and Santana started shouting profanities in English and Spanish Sam noticed Mercedes take her black trench coat before slipping out of the room undetected. Once Rachel fled to another room and Santana was calmer Sam slipped out of the room in search of Mercedes.
He found her sitting on a bench in front of the hotel. Sam could see tear streaks on her full cheeks as she played with her fingers. Sam made his way towards her and sat at the opposite end of the bench.
"Cedes, what's wrong?" he asked gently.
"We lost." She sounded cold and distant.
"Yeah-" he moved a little closer. "-that sucks. But I know it's not the only reason you're upset. You've been giving me the cold shoulder all day."
Mercedes sighed and stood up. Sam mimicked her and touched her shoulder. She turned to face him. The dim light of a streetlight enabled Sam to see the fire in her eyes. He let go of her shoulder as if she was on fire
"Look, Sam, let's not pretend we're friends. You made it perfectly clear last week that we're not friends. You needed someone and you latched on to me. But you don't need me anymore, Sam. I'm used to people using my friendship and then abandoning me. It happened with Quinn and with Kurt, so I'm used to it but that does not mean that it hurts less every time. So, I need you to give me time to get into the swing of ignoring you and living our lives as strangers-"
Before she could continue Sam's body took control and he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss lasted only a second but in that second his heart beat skyrocketed. He opened his eyes to see wide confused brown eyes staring back at him. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I-I" he began before taking a deep breath. "I like you, 'Cedes, a lot. And I've been ignoring you because I've been trying to figure out the depth of my feelings for you and where they stemmed from. I wasn't sure if I liked you because of the reasons guys usually like girls or because I'm thankful for all you've done for me and my family. But I had this dream-" He noticed the look on her face and embarrassment shot from him. "-It- it wasn't a dirty dream. Anyhow the dream made me realise that I like you for you and not for what you've done for me- not that I'm not thankful for all you've done for me." He took a deep breath and took her cold small hands in his larger ones. "I really like you 'Cedes and I want to be more than your friend and I hope you feel the same way about me. There's no turning back now." He whispered the last part to himself. "Do you?"
Mercedes bit her plump bottom lip and moved her gaze from his eyes to her shoes. The cool New York air caused goosebumps on her exposed legs. Sam let go of her hands and cupped her wet cheeks. He wiped away her fallen tears and lifted her jaw forcing her to look at him. He could see the doubt lingering in her chocolate eyes.
"I know Kurt and Quinn dropped you but I promise you I won't, 'Cedes. If you don't feel the same-" he swallowed the lump in his throat. "-If you don't feel the same I understand and I'll try to ignore my feelings so that we can be friends but I can't not have you in my life. I know I don't have much to offer you at the moment but once things get better I'll take you on a dozen dates...that's if you'd have me like that."
There he laid out all his feelings. All he could do now is hope that she felt the same or else things between them would be awkward...very awkward.
"I-I like you too." She stuttered. The Diva in training mentally rolled her eyes at herself for sounding so...so unlike herself.
A beautiful lopsided grin stretched over his face.
"Well, since you like me and I like you..." Sam let go of her face and kneeled in front of her. "-would you Ms Mercedes Jones be my girlfriend?"
Mercedes laughed.
"You're so corny. And yeah, I'd love to be your girlfriend."
Sam's smile widens as he got off his knee and grabbed her in a hug. Sam's arms tightened around the short girl. His body accepting the heat of hers. He closed his eyes burying his nose in her hair and breathing in the scent of her DKNY perfume mixed with her natural soft scent.
"Are you sniffing me?" Mercedes asked her voice laced with amusement.
"Hush, you're ruining the moment." Sam said with pink cheeks trying to change the topic but refusing to let her go.
Mercedes tried to move away so she could look him in the eyes but Sam refused to let her go. She rolled her eyes and tightened her arms around his waist. She pressed her cheek to his chest and mumbled:
"You ruined it when you sniffed me, Scooby Doo."
She could feel Sam smile against the crown of her head. After a minute of just standing in each other's arms they both decided that they better return to the rest of club before they sent a search party.
"Sam?"
Mercedes stopped walking and looked at their intertwined fingers. The young blonde looked at his girlfriend.
"Yeah?"
Mercedes searched for the right way to phrase the words. She bit her lip and sighed before running a hand through her hair.
"Can we, like, not tell anybody about us yet."
Sam's expression changed from excited to sad.
"No-no, it's not like that, Sam. I'm not ashamed of you and your family's situation, I promise you. I-I just...my dating record is non-existent and I don't wanna get bombarded by questions and unnecessary attention. I want to go on my own pace before sharing what we have with the world. Does that make sense?"
Sam thought about it for a second and nodded. "I understand what you mean and I don't want that unnecessary attention either. When I started dating Quinn I did it for popularity and I dated Santana to make Quinn jealous and we both know how disastrous those two very public relationships were and I don't want a repeat of that. Nether do I want the student body look at you weirdly for dating a poor homeless kid-"
Mercedes opened her mouth to tell him she did not care about his social status but Sam held up a finger to silence her.
"-and I know you could care less about that but I do. Call it pride but I want everybody to know you're my girlfriend I can provide for you and take you out on dates like a real man should. I know it's primitive but what the hell."
Mercedes smiled and stretched to kiss Sam on his jaw since she was to short too reach his cheek.
"Plus I think all non-Asian relationships in Glee are cursed." Sam joked as he wrapped an arm securely around her waist.
Mercedes laughed and rolled eyes before focusing her gaze on Sam's pink inviting lips. Sam's eyes were transfixed on her gloss-coated mouth. Slowly he leaned in using his free hand to lift her jaw. His mouth was on hers. Slowly Sam led her mouth in gentle Waltz- slow and sweet yet toe-curling good. Her inexperienced mouth followed his lead and her lips moulded perfectly against his. Sam felt Mercedes' fingers in his hair gently tugging the blonde strands which caused him to moan against her lips. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to slip his tongue into her mouth and test his hypothesis of her tasting like apple pie but he had to resist the urge because this was all new to Mercedes. Plus he wanted to take his sweet time rolling his tongue against hers savouring her taste as he teached her how to French kiss in privacy. In all honesty he found her innocence beyond sexy. He was an eager teacher especially with Ms Jones as his pupil.
The need for oxygen pulled the young lovers away from one another. Both their eyes were still closed. Sam rested his forehead against hers and breathed her Tic-Tac scented breath and strawberry scented gloss. He licked his lips and tasted her fruity gloss on them. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes.
"We really need to get back now," he whispered against her lips.
Mercedes opened her eyes and nodded still flush from the kiss. It took all of Sam not to throw his fist in the air and do a body roll, Knowing that he's the reason behind that flustered face made him want to dance. So rather than making a fool of himself he smirked and suggested she stay outside a bit to catch her breath whilst he goes inside to the boys room so it doesn't look too suspicious, And if anyone asked she went outside for fresh air and to get away from Santana's death threats while he got lost on his way back to the boy's room.
Sam pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before winking and heading back into the hotel. Mercedes smiled and sat back down on the bench staring at the night sky as she tried to recollect herself...
So...what do we think?
