A/N: This little ficlet takes place in between Mercedes' exit from the choir room and her audition in "Funeral"…
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Before
I stopped just short of the dressing room entrance and just…watched her.
She was touching up her makeup. Her perfect mouth…and oh, those perfectly perfect full lips…were parted slightly as she put more mascara on.
I wanted to put my lips in between those spaces.
She spied me in the mirror and gave me one of her heartbreaking smiles. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Hey," I said softly, hanging back by the door.
"Hey," she replied, turning around to face me. "I didn't expect to see you here." Mercedes put on a good front, but I could tell she was dying inside. She told me once that before she went out on stage, every time, she felt like she was going to throw up.
"I wanted to see you," I walked up to her, squeezed her shoulder. "And there's no need to be nervous. You're gonna do great." I moved closer to her and could smell the mix of perfume and the scent that's just so….her.
Mercedes shrugged. "I don't know…I've got some stiff competition. And with Jesse St. Jerk up there, who knows if I'll finally get a solo? He'll probably just give it to Rachel." She frowned, and turned back towards the mirror to brush her hair. I could see her hand shaking slightly.
"She's not as good as you." I placed my hand over hers and met her chocolate brown eyes in the mirror.
"Huh?"
"Rachel. She's not as good as you. I don't care what anyone says: you've got the best voice in Glee. After me, of course," I smirked. She laughed and swatted me on the chest. I caught her hand and twirled her around.
Our bodies pressed together. She rested her head against my chest. My hand caught hers.
"Sam…"
"I mean it." I lifted her chin up and caught her gaze, caressed her cheek. My lips hovered over hers, hesitating. I could feel a slight shiver go through her body.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I'll be watching."
I left her there, smiling.
My first Glee fic! Read and review, please!