Fire meets Water: A Samcedes Story
"I'm trapped!"
A shaky voice called out, ringing everyone's eardrum's in annoyance, everyone except of course, her best friend, her baby, her partner in fashion crimes, Kurt Hummel. Instead of running to her rescue again, the pale, fragile boy rolled his light eyes and smirked, "Cede's, it's just like a door…cept It moves-"
"Who came up with this stupid invention anyway?" she screamed aloud, escaping the revolving doors.
"I don't know." Kurt sighed, waiting for her to join his side, "But I do know I'm starving for some mall food. Not that fat filled cheeseburger stuff, but more like…iced cookies, or something…"
Mercedes took a glimpse at her friend, "…Though they don't sell cookies, we can go to breadstix." she suggested.
Kurt gave her a 'did you just say that' glare, "My mocha lover…I say this kindly, you need to lay off the breadstix because every time we go there, you end up buying-"
"Tots. So what?" She shrugged, going up five escalators, "Not like they have anything here better…"
"Uh-uh-uh." he snapped, "Look here, I'm not trying to go all Dr. Phil or Dr. Oz on you again, but If you want to look extra sexy and snappy then you already do this summer, you need to take a little diet. Once again, I say this with love."
Mercedes rolled her brown eyes, "Kurt, don't make me snap you like a twig-"
"Oh you want, you love me too much. Now, as I was saying, we are definitely going to eat more salads, drink more water and work out-"
"No."
"Cedes-"
"No."
"Don't you love me?"
"Don't you love me?"
He sighed, reaching out for her hand but realizing they were already occupied, "You know I do." he smirked, "But you've been through this whole, 'self loving experience' already and everyone knows you're uber hot. But…"
"But what?" She asked seriously.
The two found a table, sitting simultaneously, "I-um, tried to get you with guys before but it didn't work. So, I'm taking the hint and I'm not going to do that again. For now…"
"Kurt." she warned.
"Alright, alright. I'll try. But as I was saying…I've been down your road. It's lonely, sad, depressing. So depressing, you forget a line from your favorite Broadway play, stop moisturizing your skin and start looking at girls, "He gulped, "Boobs. Eww-"
"Kurt…" she warned again, "Get on with it!"
He nodded, "Well, Tina has Mike, Brittany has Artie, Puck has Lauren, Finn has Rachel…and I have the wonderful, loveable, Blaine."
She frowned, "Your point, lover boy?"
"Well, you have no one."
"Thank you caption obvious." Mercedes stated, getting up from her seat and joining the line of people at 'Taco Bell.'
Kurt hurried behind her, ignoring the stares coming from the homophobes, "Look, I'm not even going to ask anymore. You need someone to love. You're my best friend, when you're hurting, so am I."
Mercedes didn't buy that for a second, "More like when you're single, you get in the way of me and Blaine." she mocked, "…"
Kurt gasped dramatically, "O.m.g Mercedes, we say no such thing, Blaine loves you….and that's why he wants you to be happy as well-"
"You discussed this with him?" she blurted out, facing his direction, "Look, I like Blaine as much as the next one but when I tell you something, I only tell it to you. My best friend. Not my best friend and his boyfriend. "
He waved his hands around, "Sorry, sorry. When you like someone, things just come out. You know-oh right, you wouldn't know. And…you don't want to…"
Once again, a sigh escaped her lips. He was never going to give up. Another amazing solo probably wouldn't even work this time, "Kurt." she said audibly, "I do. I want to have what you and Blaine have but on my own time, alright-" A hard blow to the head caused the diva to halt. Immediately, anger formed and her breathing got heavy.
Kurt's eyes got wide, "Uh-oh. Um, now, Cedes-"
"Hush!" she demanded, clenching her fist together, "Now… who the hell threw that hard as tray to my precious head? You better speak up-"
"Mercedes?"
She paused, "Sam?"
Kurt looked around, seeing a blonde haired, plumped lip boy run their way, "…Sam…" he whispered. He always took a liking to the Na'vi speaking geek. He smiled.
Sam frowned, walking up to Mercedes, "Uh, I'm sorry." Reassuringly, he rubbed her temple and grinned, "Hope my lil' bro didn't damage anything…"
"No." she spoke quickly, "No. Nothing but my train of thought…" He was lucky this time.
Sam cleared his throat, looking between the two, "Well," he rubbed his hands together, "Let me help. What were you two talking about?"
Mercedes shook her head, "Nothing-"
"Don't lie!" Kurt scolded, "Actually, Sam you are, we were talking about Mercedes' love life."
Sam rose an eyebrow, "Mercedes has a love life?"
She growled.
Kurt smiled, "Exactly! Now, you see the problem!"
"There isn't a problem."
"There is!" Her bestie yelled, "Everyone has somebody now…except you-"
"And me." Sam interrupted.
Kurt frowned, "Oh, yeah…" he said, disappointed.
"Now, will you tell Kurt the truth about single life?" Mercedes asked with a smile, "Like, tell him it's all good."
"Oh, yeah." Sam nodded, "It's not as bad as I would've thought. Plus," he took a look behind him, "I have way too much stuff going on right now. My only concern are my sister and brother. Speaking of which," With a wave of his hand, the two came running towards their big brother.
"Exactly, I know what you mean. Although, I'm not in that particular situation, all that really matters to me are my parents and church. There's way bigger and better things than a boyfriend or girlfriend."
"Hmmm." The flamboyant fashionista replied, staring down his former crush, "Sam, If I may, how are you paying for this?"
"Oh, easy." He said in his calm tone, "My parents don't have that much money but they make damn sure that my sister and brother have at least something."
"I see." Kurt nodded, "So, um, didn't you two go to prom together?"
Sam nodded, "Yea, it was kind of like a deal."
Mercedes groaned.
Kurt frowned.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, taking hold of his sister and brother's hands.
Mercedes blinked. Ever since that night at the Prom, she seem to have felt a little eased around Sam. He was normal. At least normal compared to the rest of the Glee club and although that night was great, nothing really clicked except the fact that they were so different and the stereotype that white boys couldn't dance was so true. Still, she would say she had a blast that night, "You see, now Kurt's going to try to hook me up with you-"
Sam laughed, "Really?"
"Really-"
"Oh, heaven's no." Kurt interrupted, as usual, pissing of the worker at 'Taco Bell', "You two are horrible for each other. Sam has no fashion sense, Mercedes hates diets, Sam speaks Na'vi, Mercedes' is not into blue aliens, Sam likes girls like Quinn, Mercedes likes boys like….Denzel Washington. Ugh, shall I go on?"
The two gave each other a nervous look.
Before either of them could speak, Kurt took her hand and forced her out of the line as he gave Sam a grin and she cried out, 'Taco's!' If it was one thing he knew, it was that his girl wasn't into guys like Sam. He didn't care if they road a magical pony to the Prom, nothing between them would ever happen. It wasn't his fault, they were just too different. It was like fire meeting water…
