And Glee still isn't mine; otherwise, Mercedes would have a harem on the show with Puck and Sam duking it out for the position of head harem boy or, at the very least, we would've seen something of the Samcedes relationship and Shane wooing Mercedes. But alas. Here's the start of a potentially Glee S3-compliant interpretation of events through Samcedes!goggles. I promise nothing on the longevity of this; also, I regret nothing. Please forgive errors and enjoy!
-bana
"'So June', huh?"
Mercedes glared at the gchat window that suddenly popped up on her screen, then rolled her eyes when the video window appeared and her computer began ringing.
"So you saw the JBI blog, huh?" she typed. "Good. I'm over you, Sam Evans. Over you."
"Turn on vidchat, Mercedes," came the reply.
"Hell to the no!"
"I got somethin' to show you…"
"Nasty."
"You like it when I'm nasty."
Mercedes bit her lip and huffed. "I moved on. Didn't you hear me? I got a new future now!"
"Mercedes. Video."
She was playing with fire, but she was already burned, scarred, and trying to move on and heal. But that was her hand using the mouse to answer the video call and that was her heart constricting when Sam's face appeared in the tiny window. He was smirking at her, his green eyes dulled from the lack of light, and he was shirtless.
"What do you want?" she asked abruptly, going back to attempting her precalculus homework. Why the guidance counselor thought she should take this extra math class she'd never know. Singing didn't require derivatives…
"Has he kissed you yet?"
"You don't get to ask me that," Mercedes said.
"Has he touched you?"
Mercedes just arched an eyebrow at him and didn't answer.
"But he wants 'cocoa babies' with you?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Damn, boy, how many times you watched the video?"
"Enough to know you're a liar, Mercedes Jones."
Mercedes threw down her mechanical pencil and glared at him. "Excuse me?"
"You haven't moved on. Not from me…not from us; but luckily, few people know you well enough to be able to tell the difference…including your 'future'."
"And you know me so well? We were barely dating a month!"
"And yet even Jacob knew about us and nothing about—what's his name?"
"You don't need to know his name!" Mercedes snapped.
"Don't worry; I'll just find him on Facebook."
"Samson Evans—"
Sam's eyes flared. "And I'll tell him about that spot behind your left ear that makes your body shake and that you do arpeggios when you're about to—"
Mercedes closed the window, breathing hard as if she'd just run a hundred-meter sprint. She gulped and licked her lips, shoving a hand underneath her scarf into her hair, squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that threatened. She'd promised herself she wouldn't be one of those weepy girls when love didn't work out, and the universe had been kind, presenting a new boo to her three weeks after Sam had left. He'd swept her off her feet, treated her like a queen, and she could see a future with him. Maybe not the one she'd initially planned, but it would do.
"I never showed you want I wanted to show you."
Mercedes shook her head and typed, "I don't need to see it, Sam."
"I'll e-mail it to you," he replied, undeterred. "I know it's late there so…goodnight, Mercedes. And he better keep you smiling as brightly as you were in that video. That part wasn't a lie, and even I'm man enough to admit that."
Mercedes took a deep breath, not wanting to be touched by that but she was, so much so that she quivered as she typed. "You don't get to tell me that."
"LOL, yeah, I do. Just because I'm not with you doesn't mean I can't care about you. Or that you don't care about me. Still."
Then the bastard went offline right as a new e-mail appeared in her inbox.
Mercedes glanced at the gchat window that was open next to Sam's, where that conversation had ended with an "I love you" for the very first time. His reply, not hers. She'd been in the shower when it'd come across and he'd been "offline" by the time she'd returned to her laptop.
She still hadn't said anything in response.
She closed the lid on both and went to bed instead.
