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"Don't do that." Mercedes Jones said to her new roommate.

"I'm only trying to make this room look better." Kurt Hummel said. He reached his hand out again to move the orange lamp with white letters on it. It was the most hideous thing he'd ever seen.

"Stop it, Kurt." she said slapping his hand. "Don't move it."

"Just tell me why?"

"I said not to."

"Well, that didn't work when my dad said it to me. Why would it work when you say it?" Kurt asked folding his arms across his chest.

"I like it there, ok." she said getting between him and the lamp.

"Ugh. Fine." he said. "That's why Santana moved out isn't it?" Kurt questioned. "She couldn't stand one more minute looking that horrible lamp."

"Shut up, Kurt." Mercedes said. "You know she moved in with Dani."

"Right. Right." he said with a nod.

"You never said why you wanted to move in with me." she said as she slide some of his boxes across the room.

"You never said why you moved to New York." he said cutting a box open.

"Change of scenery."

"My dad thought it was a good idea."

"Why?"

"You first."

"Lima was getting a little to "dumb blonde" for me. I needed something different." she said unwrapping pictures frames.

"My dad thinks Rachel is toxic to me." he said avoiding her eyes. "I know you're thinking it."

"Thinking what?" Mercedes asked putting some of Kurt's pictures around the living room.

"What he meant by toxic."

"I wasn't."

"You were." Kurt said.

"Ok I was, but do you blame me? Toxic. That's harsh." she said.

"Well my dad thinks that my life and experiences here would have been different if I had just gotten a smaller place alone; because Rachel is a "feeling sharer"." Kurt explained.

"A "feeling sharer"?" Mercedes questioned.

"Apparently Rachel is the person that if she feels a certain way or her life is headed in a certain direction, she wants the people closest to her to feel the same, be going through the same things she is." he said moving on to the next box.

"Hmph."

"You agree?"

"Well, think about it, Kurt. When you guys first got here, she was single and you were with Blaine. Then you went all Rachel and ignored him for your own goals, he cheated, you guys broke up."

"Thank you for the review." he said sadly.

"You know that's what happened. Then she "comforted" you and "convinced" you to get back together with Blaine but she had already started dating Brody so she couldn't have you moping around." Mercedes said. "She was feeling happy at the time."

"Ok."

"So, then you and Blainers get back together and a split second later it comes out that Brody was ho'ing. You and Blaine stick it out a little longer but then suddenly, BAM!" she yelled. "You and Rachel are single in that big ass loft together."

"Santana was there for most of that." Kurt said.

"And Santana never let Berry rope her into anything. Feelings or otherwise." Mercedes explained as Kurt handed her a couple of throw pillows.

"Well since you have such a laser scope into my life, how about we turn the laser on you?" Kurt said pulling her down on the couch.

"What?"

"You and Sam." Kurt said.

"There is no me and Sam." she said.

"I don't believe that, Diva and you don't either." he said playfully slapping her arm.

"Why not? He proved that whatever he felt for me was flash in the pan." she said. Kurt shook his head vehemently. "What?"

"Mercedes, after you and Sam broke up, he reverted." Kurt said.

"Yeah, I heard; into a child."

"Exactly."

"What?"

"The farthest thing from the man you love." Kurt said.

"I don't get it." Mercedes said confused.

"He was hurt. It was easier for him to pretend to be something and someone entirely different than deal with the pain." he explained.

"So his pain caused him to "marry" Brittany and turn the school nurse into a pedophile?" Mercedes questioned.

"His pain caused him to act out, yes."

"He broke up with me." she stated. "You didn't see me being ridiculous."

"Well Sam isn't you. And FYI, according to Artie, he would aske Jake Puckerman everyday if Puck mentioned you in his phone calls when you guys were in L. A."

"So? When I moved back to Lima he was someone different and he made no moves my way, not to mention he was dating Brittany."

"Is that when..." Kurt began.

"I decided to move. Yes." Mercedes said. "I figured my friends were all here, so why stay there. There was nothing there for me anymore."

"Oh. Right. Of course." Kurt said.

"It's the truth."

"Is it though?"

"Yes."

"Then what's with the Tennessee Volunteers lamp?" he questioned pointing to the orange lamp on the end table.

"Shut up Kurt." Mercedes said unplugging the lamp and carrying it back to her bedroom.

X X X X

"I'll get it!" Kurt yelled to Mercedes as he left the kitchen and headed toward the door. He opened it and squealed. "Blaine!" he said leaping into his on again boyfriend's arms. "Come in!" he said pulling him in. Kurt's eyes lit up when he saw that Blaine was followed in by Sam and Artie.

"Hey." Artie said as he pushed the door shut. "This place is dope, Kurt."

"Yeah man. It's cool. You gotta awesome view." Sam said standing at the window, looking out over the city. Kurt stood beside Blaine with his head cocked to the side.

"What?" Blaine asked in a hushed tone.

"Sam seems different than the last time I saw him." Kurt said touching his oven mitt to his chin.

"We just graduated and he's actually going to school." Blaine said.

"What happened to modeling?" Kurt asked.

"His dad told him that as a model his career could possibly be over by 25 so, he needs to go to school and have a back up career."

"Makes sense."

"Yeah, but he didn't know that about modeling so he quit and he's going to NYU on scholarship for graphic design." Blaine explained.

"NYU? That's fabulous." Kurt said clapping his hands together. "Mercedes is going to NYU too."

"Kurt don't meddle." Blaine pleaded. "You know what always ends up happening."

"People end up happily ever after." Kurt said with a smile when he saw Mercedes walking toward them.

"Blaine!" she said excitedly as she hugged him.

"Hey Mercedes! You look good." he said returned her hug.
"Thank you. So do you."

"What about me girl? How I look?" Artie asked with his swag voice on, arms outstretched.

"Boy, you know you look good." she said hugging him. Kurt was waiting with baited breath for her to notice Sam.

"They're right." Sam said in a sexy tone as he approached her. "You do look really good."

"Sam." Mercedes said her eyes wide. She couldn't believe it. He looked gorgeous as always but he seemed...familiar. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he said with a crooked smile. "I don't get a hug?"

"Oh. Of course." she said wrapping her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed together felt like magic. The feel of his arms around her waist, his hands caressing her sides felt like they were in another time and place. She couldn't help but revel in it.

"Well, as soon as Rachel, Santana and Dani get here, I'll serve dinner." Kurt said happily he headed back into the kitchen, Blaine and Artie behind him. Sam and Mercedes broke their hug. Her eyes were still wide in disbelief.

"You really do look good." Sam whispered in her ear before he grabbed his bag and moved it into the spare room.

"Oh God." Mercedes said aloud as she face planted.