CHAPTER 2

Love my Gleek community! Cuz' who else but us remember that Quinn used to live with Mercedes! Love reading about things that the writers either forgot, glossed over or whatever!

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"Sam is everything is cool with Simon and you? I feel like I'm missing something" Mercedes watched him furiously texting.

"Mercy, thank you for everything; I mean with babysitting the kids, the prom and hanging with me." Sam lightly squeezed her soft hand. He gave her his award winning grin.

"Thanks for inviting me along tonight." Mercedes smiled. Sam and Simon both had that southern charm but in different degrees. Simon's charm made her blush with shame as if he could read every nasty thought she had of him, and could obligate every last one. Sam's charm made her feel safe and beautiful like he could only see her. Mercedes shook her head neither Evans boy was interested.

"What ride should we get on first?" Sam broke the awkward silence.

Mercedes scanned the park trying to figure out where to go first. "Bumper cars? Bumper cars." Her eyes lit up. Sam couldn't help but laugh.

Morris r u near the blue zone? - Sam texted a coworker.

Be right there – Morris texted back.

"Well Evans, duty calls," Morris Newman placed his pop on the table.

"Sam, wants you to operate a ride?" Sam asked. They were at the food hut not far from the bumper cars.

"Bumper cars." Morris read the text out loud.

"Good, hey next time Sam asks you to operate a machine, send me please." Simon nonchalantly requested.

"Evans, are you blocking? I didn't think you Evan boys appreciated a fine, thick, sista." Morris teased. He quietly hummed "Baby Got Back." He had seen her when they first arrived. He had to admit the kid had good taste.

"Us, Evan boys appreciate ALL women, Young, old, thick, and skinny. ALL of them."

"I couldn't tell the way you stalked those blondes last week."

"You saw that?" Simon blushed. He hated how Quinn could make him look and act like a little lost puppy. Quinn and Brittney came to the carnival and he had tried to anticipate their next ride so he could operate that ride. He would have continued this pattern except he overheard Brittney say, "I think Sam wants to date me now. He keeps following me.""Britt, that's not Sam, that's Simon his cousin. He was in our class last year." Quinn tried explaining.

"Are you sure his name is Simon Hiscousin? I thought his name was Sam Evans. I've been calling him the wrong name." Brittany shook her head.

"Forget it." Quinn mumbled in defeat.

After that Simon pulled his tail behind him and stopped following them.

"Hell yea, I saw that! I thought you had some game." Morris laughed.

"I do that's why both your sisters and cousin want me," Simon bragged, "Had to turn them down if I wanted to remain friends with you."

"Whatever; why are you trying to block Sam?" Morris asked, "Do you really like her?"

"Mercedes? Yea I like her she's sexy, pretty and nice but I will never like her as much as Sam. He's so whipped he's in denial. I owe him one." Simon half explained.

"Good plan, making him jealous to make him finally speak up. What if it backfires? Let me get to the bumper cars." Morris waved leaving.

"Cornered again." Mercedes jabbed her purple bumper car into Sam's blue one for the umpth time. Mercedes was actually having fun letting all her frustration out on Sam and his car. She had a lot of frustration due to the blonde head Casanova! After they attended what Sam nicknamed the" Value Meal Prom" with Rachel, that morphed into a double date when Rachel's ex-boyfriend (who broke up with her by egging her with his friends), tagged along. Mercedes didn't mind much it made it a little less awkward. At one point of the prom Sam asked her to dance quoting word for word what Mercedes had confided in Rachel that she would love a guy to say. She was certain Rachel put him up to it but it was so sweet she mentally thanked her for butting it.

Then in New York Sam pulled off a miracle! They ended up at the Statue of Liberty! A mixture of memories of romantic movies and the lightening of the night, they kissed. The kiss was sweet and simple. Residue left over from their trip they went on a date at Lima Bean. After Sam started his second job at the carnival it was as if nothing ever happened. They would talk when he got off of work on her nights to babysit but no more kisses or anything.

Mercedes jabbed his car one more time before hopping out her car.

"Is there a dent in my car?" Sam half- teased.

"Where to next?" She offered her manicured hands.

"How about the carousal?" Sam offered he looked over at Morris. He nodded an okay.

"Hey how are guys doing so far?" Simon appeared out of nowhere munching on a piece of funnel cake.

"Hey Sy, when am I getting that ride you promised?" Mercedes asked..

"After you try this funnel cake. Paula makes the best funnel cakes ever." Simon tore off a piece and fed it to her. Mercedes moaned in delight. Sam could have sworn he saw Simon's finger emerge from her mouth.

"That is delicious." She agreed. Simon took her in completely; she looked excellent in a simple blue sundress with matching flip flops. Her hair was in held together by a blue bow. The dress accented all her natural gifts.

Sam sighed was he jealous? He couldn't be, could he? The day of their Prom Rachel came up to his locker. "Sam, would you to me a huge favor? Will you please at some point of tonight ask Mercedes to dance? Don't forget to tell her how beautiful she looks. Every woman likes to hear it every now and then. "Rachel demanded.

"I'm not sure if I should." Sam started. He was a little afraid of the Hell-to the –Na Diva.

"Thank you Sweetie," Rachel pecked his cheek as if he already agreed. Sam shook his head poor Rachel was in for a rude awaken when she figured out the world did not consist of only her dads, Finn and who kissed her intense ass.

That night when he saw Mercedes he wanted to "Thank" Rachel for the words he wanted to express after seeing Mercedes in her purple dress, took him practically all night to gather the courage to ask her to dance, but it was worth it! After the prom Sam tried to think of a way to ask her out.

In New York while helping Finn with romancing Rachel, He came up with the idea of taking Mercedes to the Statue of Liberty. He got to kiss her; it was so amazing he saw fireworks (which could have been the lights of the city). Mercedes asked if they could keep it a secret for a little while, for some reason. Maybe he had just read the whole thing wrong? What if she just didn't want to date a homeless, dyslexia jock? Watching her openly flirt with Simon seemed to confirm it.

"Have you decided what ride we will be sharing?" Simon fed her another piece of cake, "Ladies choice."

"Sam, what ride do you operate?"

"I can operate all of them. My favorite is Tilt –A- Whirl." Sam escaped his thoughts.

"How about Tilt- A -Whirl?" Mercedes suggested. Sam smirked Simon hated that ride ever since he hurled in front of a girl when he was ten.

"Hmm, Tilt is a very sexy ride. Are you trying to take advantage of me, Ms. Jones? I thought we could start out a little slower like the carousal."

"How is Tilt-A- Whirl sexy?" Mercedes twisted her mind in a pretzel trying to figure it out.

"I will ride it with you." Sam offered.

"I don't mind riding it with you, if that's what you really want to ride." Simon winked.

"Again how is it sexy?" Mercedes asked? Morris watched them like they were his favorite soap opera.

"Well it was nice meeting you Mercedes; I have to go bother Paula for a funnel cake. Simon didn't share with me." Morris said.

"Nice meeting you too." She blushed under his statement.

"Are you cold dear?" Simon started taking his coat but like a magician Sam already had his jacket draped over her before his cousin could get a sleeve off.

"Thanks" Mercedes mumbled walking between the Evan boys. Damn, they did look alike. They even almost sound similar. "Can we ride the Ferris Wheel?"

"Would love to," Simon grabbed her hand, "Can you operate the ride?" He asked Sam?

"Yeah, whatever." He was ready to wrap up the disaster of a night.

Mercedes climbed in the seat next to Simon. She could feel his leg rub against her own exposed leg. She studied his lips, wondering if they could possibly be as soft as Sam's. She wanted him to show her the sexiness of the Ferris wheel. Yet, it seemed wrong with Sam so close by.

"Sy, can I ask you a question? "Mercedes asked as the ride started up.

"Anything." He was so close that she could taste the cinnamon certs on his breath. Sam had joked once that the Evan's clan mouth was so big that they kept mouth protection at all times not to pollute the air.

"What's going on with Sam and you?" Her heart fluttered.

"You really like him huh?"

"What no we are "Mercedes started.

"Only friends," Simon finished for her. He couldn't believe the déjà vu of this conversation.

The Ferris wheel jerked moving closer to the ground. Mercedes didn't think the ride was this short.

"Cedes' I like you. I would love to take you out but I know my cousin, he likes you. He hasn't said anything but I 'm sure about this."

Mercedes wasn't sure what to say, "Damn, the things I do to you in my fantasies can't be legal." Just didn't seem appropriate when he was trying to be serious.

"Sam and I are just friends." She repeated noticing they were already on the ground. Simon helped her out of the ride.

"Did you two have fun," Sam asked? He wanted to ask "Did ya kiss?" because it looked like that from the ground.

"Yea, now Ms. Jones I have to excuse myself. I promised Morris I would help him with something. Enjoy the rest of your night." Sam whispered in her ear, "Sammy's a great guy. Trust me he likes you."

"Where to next?" Sam's frown ceased as Simon left.

"Home!"

Sam made a face, what the hell Simon say or do up there?

"Why what happened up there?" Sam rushed to match her brisk steps.

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "I shouldn't have come. I'm excited about the Glee Appreciation Night but I shouldn't be here now."

"Why not?"

"Sam, what happened in New York was nice. I gave you an out not once but twice. I told you we should remain friends but no. Then after Lima Bean all I asked was for a minute to talk to Quinn first. Next thing I know it was like nothing ever happened. Tonight I actually psyched myself into thinking this was a date."

"Did you talk to Quinn yet?" Sam asked? Mercedes considered smacking him upside the head.

"I told you I did weeks ago! You acted like you didn't hear me."

"I don't understand why you had to talk to Quinn anyways. To ask for permission to date the guy she cheated on, did you talk to Santana too? Do you need me to write down all of my exs' name down so you can get permission." This time Mercedes did smack him.

"Don't be an ass. First of all did you have any girlfriends before Quinn? Second of all Brittney Spears first marriage lasted longer than you and Santana. Finally Santana didn't live with my family or asked me to be there when she gave birth to the child she was giving up for adoption. Quinn is family, Santana's a friend," Mercedes snarled, "And I would never hurt or betray family on purpose."

"Well, what did sista Quinn say? Do you think she would have done the same for you?"

"Aargh, asshole! I talked to Quinn out of respect for her. The question of her doing the same for me never crossed my mind out of respect for me. It don't matter what she will or not do, this about my principals!"

"Sorry," Sam mumbled to the ground.

"Quinn more or less gave me the green light." She stomped away.

"Mercy, look I'm sorry. I mean Simon's been getting on my nerves all night." Sam smiled an uneasy apology.

"Not my problem, can you take me home now please?" Mercedes understood her anger seemed to stem from nowhere. The night wasn't shaping up to the night she pictured.

"Hey babes, do you have a hamburger with that shake? "Sam mimicked a line from one of Mercedes secret favorite movies "Little Rascal". He saw the tension being released from her body. She stopped in front of Tilt-A- Whirl.

"Look honestly, I thought you were using Quinn as a way out of dating the homeless, Dyslexia jock." Sam confessed. Mercedes turned around.

"Oh, that's not how I see you at all. I see a hot, funny and sweet guy. You know you are not the only one with doubts. I questioned would you upgrade after once your family got back on their feet." She admitted, "Puck used me to regain his popular status and for the longest Kurt has kinda of been my substitute boyfriend, now he has one."

"I guess we both have bad luck with love. I saw this as sort of a date too then Simon started flirting with you. Are you attracted to him?"

"Don't beat around the bush do you," Mercedes smiled.

"Well do you? I know he's attracted to you."

"Really? Look I am attracted to Simon he's handsome, smart and charming. Most of important he reminds me of a guy I'm not only attracted to but crazy about. "

Sam gave his award winning smile. "He does remind you of Finn, huh?"

"Whatever, you are crazy, Evans! No, for real he told me you really liked me when we were on the ride. That's why I wanted to leave. I thought; it doesn't matter."

"You know I couldn't possibly upgrade you, who could I possible upgrade to? Is there a Porsche at our school?" Sam gave a weak joke, "Sy, really is a good cousin? I guess there have been times I haven't."

"Speaking of Simon, he never showed me how Tilt can be sexy." She smiled slyly, "I was wondering if you could show me?"

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Let's go."