Disclaimer: I don't own glee*sniffle sniffle*
Sam thought about what he had said yesterday to Finn. Right now he was waiting with New Directions waiting to go on stage. He had been thinking about right after he said it too. Why shouldn't he tell a girl he loved her if was homeless. Oh yeah. He can't take her on dates. He can't get nice things like rings and necklaces. They can't go do fun stuff. The kind of things girls like to do. The kind of things Mercedes liked to do.
Mercedes. The one thing that had been on his mind since prom. He didn't know why he liked her so much. She wasn't like all the other girls he had dated at all. Quinn and Santana had been popular. Mercedes wasn't. Quinn and Santana had been Cheerios. He was pretty sure Mercedes hadn't. Quinn and Santana were horrible people. Mercedes was one of the nicest people to walk the Earth.
He knew immedently when he asked her to dance that he had a crush on her. She was so happy when he asked her to dance he thought he saw her face light up. She looked so beautiful. It was finally time for New Directions to perform. As they all sang through the songs Sam made up his mind.
He didn't care if he was homeless. He didn't that he was dirt poor. He was going to tell Mercedes he liked her after they got back to the hotel. He would tell her and he didn't care if she rejected him. Sam knew that he would burst if he didn't.
"Mercedes?" Sam called to her. She had slipped outside. She wiped away a few of her tears that had been coming out of her eyes. Sam noticed. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she answered, "Just upset that we lost national, because of a kiss and this one other thing" she mumbled the last part but Sam heard her.
"What's the other thing?"
"It's nothing," Mercedes said quickly.
"Come on," Sam said, "You can tell me. We're friends aren't we?" Sam winced at the word friends. He wanted to be more.
Mercedes gave in. "Okay. Well there's this guy I like," Sam frowned. She liked someone else. Well at least he could try to help her with the problem. "And I don't know what to do. Half of me wants to tell him that I like him and the other half wants to hide it."
"Why?' Sam asked curiously.
"He's dated some Cheerios. I mean I used to be a Cheerio and stuff, but that was only for like two weeks." Sam was surprised. So the girls he had dated and the girl he wanted to date had one thing in common besides glee club. Cheerios.
"Well, you tell him that you like him," He said sadly, "You shouldn't hide your feelings forever." Look where it got me. Having a conversation with my crush, telling her to tell someone else she likes him, Sam thought sadly.
"Really?" Mercedes asked thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Sam sadly smiled, "Any guy who says no to you is an idiot."
Mercedes smiled, "Are you one of those idiots, Sam?"
"Huh?" Sam stared at Mercedes confused. Mercedes giggled.
"Sam if I told you that I had a crush on you what would you say?'
Sam smiled. "I would say I like you too."
"Well then. Samuel Evans, I have a crush an you," Mercedes beamed.
"Well then. Mercedes Jones, I liked you too," Sam beamed back. Sam then leaned down and kissed Mercedes and she kissed back. Sam was really enjoying life.