So this is my first oneshot and my first samcedes fic. I was really inspired by their interaction during the prom queen episode. They were so cute and my hope would be that they hooked up on screen but I doubt that will ever happen so I made it happen.
I can't believe it. It's Monday, and I haven't stopped thinking about Sam since the prom. He told me that I looked beautiful. I couldn't believe it. Really. I know I'm beautiful but sometimes just hearing it makes it more real. That was probably the single happiest moment of my life. It's no secret that I haven't had a real boyfriend, like, ever; so, it would only be logical for me to dwell on what intellectually I know was Sam just being nice Sam. Right? I mean, I don't like Sam. Yeah, he is slightly attractive, in a weird kind of way, and I have never seen a white boy with lips big enough to rival the luscious ones on my face, but he's not really my type. I like someone that has a little bit of a clue, not to mention, doesn't have a bleach blonde frazzled faux Bieber cut. And if that wasn't enough, he has the worst taste in women. First Quinn, which would have been an okay choice had she not become the heartless witch she is today. I really wish my old friend would come back. You remember, the one that looked out for me when I was "dating" Puck. Then there was Santana, who we all know had ulterior motives, aside from poor Sam. He just followed her around like a lost puppy. A kind of cute mindless puppy, now that I think about it. Even though I don't have any romantic feelings for Sam, I can't stop replaying his words over and over and over and over in my mind, I even find myself doodling the words on a sheet of paper during math class. What is it with me? I shouldn't even be thinking of him this way, because face it, even if I did like him; he doesn't like me back. He didn't voluntarily ask me to prom; Rachel came up with that "go as a group" thing. He wouldn't like me like that ever (see previous girlfriends), I am definitely not his type. Not that it matters because I don't like him like that.
After class ends, I make my way to my locker. "Hey Mercedes."
"Hey Rach, what's up?"
"Nothing."
"Really, because it doesn't look like it. You look terrible. What happened after prom?"
"Finn being Finn. He couldn't stand to see me having fun with anyone else. Go figure. He called all weekend trying to apologize, but I'm not ready to forgive him, not this time."
"Well, good for you. He really needs to grow up and stop playing games. You are too fabulous for him, and…Jessie. I seriously hope you don't plan on getting with him for real now that he's back. Do you? Because he doesn't deserve you either."
"I don't know Mercedes. I don't want to think about him or Finn right now. We're too close to nationals for me to be distracted with Finns immature antics."
Rachel must have a thing for Jessie. Why? I don't know because if it were me, he would have gotten a right hook to the jaw for that crap he pulled.
"What about Jessie? You don't have time for him do you?"
"I'm going to be late to class if I don't go, um, talk to you at glee rehearsal. Okay?"
"Okay, Rach. Later."
Boy does that girl have a problem. Finn is alright and all as a friend, but Rachel should not even be thinking about taking him back. Sure, she messed up a couple of times where Finn is concerned, but he has no right to continue toying with her emotions. I mean he's with Quinn and they are going on "stakeouts." Really? She so needs to focus on herself it might do her some good and maybe she'll get over Finn in the process. But enough about her. Wait. I haven't thought about Sam – well I guess that thought can be thrown out the window because I am thinking about him now. I guess I could be thinking about worse things.
I take my Spanish book out of my locker and hurriedly make my way to class. I hate being late to Mr. Schu's class, I never want him to think I am taking advantage of him, so, I'm always on time. To his class. I take my usual seat in time for class to start. Taking out my iPod, I sneakily put in my earphones to lose myself to an hour of Katy Perry, Beyonce, and Maxwell. Hey, I'm here on time, but no one said anything about paying attention. I like Mr. Schu but his teaching leaves much to be desired.
I am staring blankly at the board, singing along to Pretty Wings in my head, when I feel someone tap me on my shoulder. I turn around to see who is interrupting my me-time, and drawing unwanted attention to me.
'Hey' Sam lips to me. 'Hey' I reply a little confused. I had no idea he was even in Schu's class with me. And he has definitely never made a point to speak to me. So with a roll of my eyes and a half smile, I turn around. This kid is really odd.
He doesn't bother me for the rest of the class, which I am extremely grateful for because I cannot have Schu calling on me for anything. That would completely blow my cover, and I would be on his radar forever. However, during class I kept having this prickly feeling on the back of my head. It was weird, like, someone was staring at me or something, but I don't dare turn around. It's probably nothing anyway. Maybe I sewed one of my tracks too tight. Yeah, that's probably it.
The bell rings and I put my folder in my bag and get up to leave class only to be stopped by someone calling my name.
"Mercedes!"
I turn around to see Sam smiling showing his pearly whites from incisor to molar. He has a huge mouth, and I am doing all I can not to laugh out loud at how large his mouth really is. It's amazing. That sucker is massive. I wonder what it feels – nope. No I don't.
"Hey, Sam." I continue walking to my locker to put away my books. The day is over and I have no intention of carrying those heavy books any farther. I open my locker and toss my books inside, literally. When I close the locker door, I scream and jump back as the first thing I see is Sam. Smiling that creepy big mouthed smile. He reaches out to grab me and I avoid his hand.
"I'm okay, God! Sam you scared me. How long have you been standing there?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"Well you did. Why didn't you say anything. And how long were you standing there." I said eyeing him suspiciously.
"Oh I've been here for a little while." Sam rubs the back of his neck looking nervous. I guess I was a bit mean just now. "I didn't want to startle you so I waited until you were finished."
"I don't think that was a good plan, but I get your point. So what's up?"
"Um." Sam bites his bottom lip and looks away from me. "Mercedes prom was fun, huh?"
"Uh, yeah it was fun. I had a good time." As I speak my left eyebrow raises, conveying the questions that are swirling around in my mind.
"Yeah, I had a great time. If it wasn't for you and Rachel I wouldn't have been able to go. Thanks."
"No problem, plus our intentions weren't entirely selfless. We needed dates and you were available. But you're welcome anyway." I give Sam a quick smile and start walking down the hall assuming the conversation is over. I am half way down the hall when I hear someone approaching me from behind. Not one to be caught off guard, (that incident at the locker with Sam not withstanding) I spin around on my heels ready to meet whoever it is head on. To my surprise it's Sam, again, and he's so close I can feel his breath on my face.
"Sam, what are you doing?" He opens his mouth and my mind wonders as the scent of sweet cinnamon creeps into my nose and my eyes are drawn to his lips. Those insanely plump, soft, kissable-
"Mercedes!"
"Huh? What? Did you say something?" I take a step back to give myself some space.
His beautiful (beautiful?) lips stretch into a coy smile. "Yeah, I did. Are you okay? You kind of zoned out on me there for a minute."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, what did you say?" I look at him, for once actually look at him waiting for him to speak, but he doesn't. Sam just looks at me, more like stares at me. I roll my eyes growing impatient with him wasting my time. "So, what did you say? Sam glee practice starts in like five minutes and I-" My voice catches in my throat when he steps closer to me wearing a sly smile. Nothing happens. He just stands there, while I'm completely mesmerized by the proximity of his lips to my face. Am I mesmerized? Okay I don't know about that, but what I do know is that right now with him standing so close to me I can only think of one thing. Those lips. Those lips. Those lips. Everything about those lips.
I open my mouth to say something. What? I don't think it matters what I say. All I know is this, what is happening right now, needs to end.
"Mercedes." Sam stops me before I can say anything. It was his turn to roll his eyes as he took another step shaking his head with a smirk playing on those lips, those lips. Sam is now almost pressed up against me, and I want to back up but my legs won't move and my eyes keep drifting between his lips, those lips, and his blue eyes. My breathing increases along with the pounding in my chest. I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack, with his chest faintly touching mine. I just want to scream. The contact may be what's doing it; pushing me into liking Sam in a not so friendly way. And then he does it. He places those lips on my open mouth. At first, I don't respond. Why would I? I am completely caught off guard, (and that never happens to me), but as soon as I realize what's happening I sink into the deep of those lips, those lips, a moan escaping as he licks my bottom lip. With the brief opening, he seizes the opportunity gently forcing his tongue into my mouth, and I grant him full access. The kiss deepens as passion burns through me as he grabs at my waist pulling me closer, and my hands automatically flying to his head entangling my fingers in his deceptively soft hair. He pulls away when breathing becomes a necessity placing soft kisses on my slightly swollen lips. When he finally stops kissing me, his hands are still holding on to my waist and mine are clasped around his neck. He gazes into my eyes with that sexy (yeah I said it. So what. A person can be wrong.) smirk still resting comfortably on those lips. Those lips.
"Sam?"
"What Mercedes?"
"What…you…we…"
"Kissed? Yeah I know."
"Why?" Does this mean he likes me? Do I like him?
"Do you really have to ask. And here I thought you were the smart one."
I cock my head to the side. Is Sam making fun of me?
"But I'm not your…wait. You like me?" Sam's answer to my question. Those lips on mine.
"What do you think?" Okay, so maybe I was a lot wrong. He does like me, thus, making me his type; and he's sexy not weird, not at all.
"I think…" I place my finger on my chin looking up as if I'm trying to find the answer, but it's nowhere near where I'm looking because it's on those lips. I pull his head down until his lips, those lips, meet mine, and this time I devour his lips as feelings I wasn't aware of pour out of me meeting no hesitation.
Okay so what do you think.? I'm not so sure myself but I think it's pretty good I have never written in first person and I mostly write poetry so stories are different. How did I do.
Also I kind of want to write one from Sam's point of view but that all depends on the response I get from this one. So if you want this from Sam's point of view review or pm me or something.