A/N: Hey ya'll. Just a little Samcedes one shot to make the day or night as it were go by a little faster. I hope you enjoy it.
And as always, REVIEWS = LOVE!
P.S. The song lyrics are in bold. If during the lyrics words are like this, I added them. Just for overall flow.
I DO NOT OWN WHAT WAS I THINKING BY DIERKS BENTELY.
Sam Evans sauntered into his shared apartment tired but fulfilled. He peeked around the place to make sure that his roommates, Noah Puckerman or Puck, Artie Abrams and Blaine Anderson, we're all in bed. When the coast was clear he went back to the door and waved in his girlfriend, Mercedes Jones. When she crossed the threshold, he kissed her and pointed her back to his bedroom. He went to the kitchen and was rooting around in the fridge when the light suddenly came on. Sam bumped his head.
"Shit." he muttered.
"Sorry, man." Blaine said tying the belt on his blue and black plaid robe. "Why are you out here in the dark?"
"I wasn't going to be out here long." Sam answered putting two bottles of water on the counter.
"Are you thirsty?"
"What?"
"Two bottles of water." Blaine said pointing to the eco-friendly bottles of water. Sam looked at the bottles and decided to lie.
"Yeah. I had a long night and I'm parched." Sam said grabbing the bottles and backing out of the kitchen. Suddenly, he got hit in the back of the knees and he hit the ground.
"Man watch where you going." Artie said as he wheeled himself around Sam. "What grown ass person walks backward?"
"I'm sorry Artie. Damn." Sam said as he got to his feet. When he turned to leave he ran into to Puck. "Shit."
"Damn dude." Puck said gently pushing Sam away. "I know your lips like drive the chicks wild or whatever but Puckzilla doesn't want to find out first hand, got me?"
"Gross Puck." Sam said rolling his eyes. He once again tried to make a quick getaway but Puck grabbed him.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Because it's late and I'm tired."
"Don't be a bitch, Evans." Puckerman said. Artie laughed.
"Whatever." Sam said. "Why are you guys even up?"
"Well, I just got off the phone with Kurt." Blaine answered.
"I ain't gotta explain my comings and going to you." Artie said defensively. "But if you gotta know. I was on Skype my boo."
"Who's the lady of the month?" Blaine asked as he sat down at the table with a slice of cheesecake.
"Why?" Artie asked as he pulled items for a sandwich out of the fridge.
"'Cause you're a fucking boss." Puck said fist bumping Artie.
"You know that's right."
"Why am I still here?" Sam chimed in over Puck's praise of Artie.
"You too good to hang out with your boys?" Puck said taking a seat at the table with a bottle of juice and leftover Chinese.
"No, but I told you. I'm tired." Sam said standing up.
"Ahh shit!" Artie said wheeling over the table.
"What?" Blaine asked.
"He got a girl in the room." Artie said. Sam's ears flamed.
"Way to go Ironsides." Sam said. "So can I go now?"
"Hell no!" Puck said pulling Sam down into a chair. "Who is it? What happened tonight?"
"Yeah Sam. Why are you so tired after a date?" Blaine asked his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Spill it blondie." Artie said layering his sandwich.
"Mercedes." Sam said.
"The girl with the ass?" Puck said, his mouth full of rice.
"Yeah man." Sam confirmed. "Anyway, it was an awesome crazy-ass night."
"Yeah?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah. But it all started because of what I was feeling."
"Explain." Artie said biting his sandwich.
"Well, you guys know that Mercedes and I have been hanging out a lot lately." Sam said. They all nodded. "Well, her dad, not a fan of mine. I'm not on the doctor/lawyer track so I'm not really good enough."
"That's lame." Puck said.
"Yeah well, it is what it is. Anyway she called me tonight and told me to come over but man, what was I thinking." Sam said with a chuckle.
"What happened?" Blaine asked excitedly.
"Well, Mercy was a beauty from south side of Lima." Sam began. Her daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer; I think he even did a little time in the slammer. What was I thinkin'?
"Dude, really?" Puck asked. Sam shrugged then continued,
"She snuck out tonight an' met me by the front gate. Her daddy came out a-wavin' that 12-gauge; we tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate. What was I thinkin'?"
"He really shot at you?" Blaine questioned.
"Yeah."
"Weren't you worried?"
"Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay. But that crossed my mind a little to late." Sam said.
"Why?" Artie asked.
"'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top, sittin' right there in the middle by me. An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss, man just gotta get goin', where the night might lead. I know what I was feelin'." Sam explained.
"Yeah, we do too." Puck said with a chuckle.
"But what was I thinkin'?" Sam said ignoring Puckerman. "What was I thinkin'?"
"Then what happened?" Blaine asked as he cut himself another slice of cheesecake.
"By the county line, the cops were nippin' on our heels."
"Wait. Wait." Artie said. "Her dad called the cops?"
"Yeah. He's like a criminal turned cop. So quick response. Anyway, we pulled off the road an' kicked it in four-wheel. I shut off the lights an' tore through a cornfield. What was I thinkin'?"
"I knew there was a reason we were best friends." Puck said with a wide grin on his face.
"Just trying to have a little fun." Sam said. "Anyway, at the side, she was hollerin' 'faster'. I took a dirt road, had the radio blastin'. Hit a honky-tonk for a little close dancin'. What was I thinkin'?"
"Going to a honky-tonk? I don't know." Artie said.
"Yeah well, I knew there'd be hell to pay. But that crossed my mind a little too late. 'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top, sittin' right there in the middle by me. An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss, man just gotta get goin', where the night might lead. I knew what I was feelin'." Sam said with a smile. "But what was I thinkin'? What was I thinkin'?"
"What happened at the honky-tonk, Sam?" Blaine asked on the edge of his seat. Sam laughed and put his bandaged hand on the table. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." he said flexing his fingers.
"Alright, Evans. Keep going." Puck said.
"Well, we danced to some fast stuff, got a couple of drinks, ate some wings and then it was slow dance hour. We held each other close and kissed and all that shit when all of a sudden a mountain of a man with a 'Born to Kill' tattoo tired to cut in so I knocked out his front tooth." Sam said holding up his injured hand. "We ran outside, hood slidin' like Bo Duke. What was I thinkin'?"
"That you really didn't have an interest in living." Artie said jokingly.
"Anyway, I finally got her home at a half past too late. Her daddy's in a lawn chair, sittin' on the driveway, I put it in park as he started my way. What was I thinkin'?" Sam said watching his boys wait with baited breath for him to continue. "Oh, what was I thinkin'? Oh what was I thinkin'?"
"Well?" Artie asked exasperatedly.
"Then she gave me 'come an' get me grin'." Sam said with a smirk. "An' like a bullet, we were gone again. 'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top sittin' right there in the middle by me. An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss, man just gotta get goin', where the night might lead. I know what I was feelin'. But what was I thinkin'?"
"That sounds like a hell of a night amigo." Puck said holding out his fist to Sam.
"I told you I was tired. But what was I thinkin'?" Sam said placing his fist on Puck's.
"About getting laid." Artie said putting his plate in the dishwasher.
"Yeah, I know what I was feelin'." Sam stated rising from the table. "But what was I thinkin'?"
"About what?" they all heard Mercedes voice asked from the doorway of the kitchen. They turned to look at her. Puck, Artie and Blaine all laughed. "What's funny?"
"Nothing, mama." Puck said. "Nice tank." he said as he and Artie admired the way the little white tank showed off her assets.
"Thanks." she said with a smile. "About what, Sam?"
"Nothing, Mercy. The boys just wanted to know what I did tonight." Sam said handing her a bottle of water.
"Well, nothing yet." she said with a sexy wink. She grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him from the kitchen. "Night boys." she said before closing Sam's bedroom door.
A/N: I was thinking about making this a two-shot but I don't know. What do ya'll think? And I hope you enjoyed the read.
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