Through Frosted Glass
One has to lose their sanity to see the true reality- me
Jason opened one eye and peeked at his clock. It was seven on the dot which meant it was almost time to get up and venture through the gates of hell also known as High School. He covered his face with his pillow in hopes of blocking out the sun that was shooting through the curtains like a laser beam. A strong flowery smell of the woman he had brought home the night before was drenched into the pillow and he immediately threw it to the floor and covered his face with his hands. A groan escaped his lips as he tried to remember her name. "Gretchen?...Suzie?...uh." He rubbed his temples in hopes of remembering, but it only gave him a headache. He rolled over and grabbed his wallet from his night stand. Smiling triumphantly he pulled a paper with 'Gretchen's' number out of it and tore it up. Seeing something move from the corner of his eye, he quickly turned his head and stared at his four year old sister Carrie. He clutched his chest from the fright she had given him, his eyes wandered to his open door and figured she must have slept badly. Whenever she had nightmares and hadn't slept all night, she would come and lie down on his bed in the morning where she would eventually fall asleep. "Care Bear...why are you up so early silly?" She grinned at him and pushed a shiny long red lock of hair out of her face. Jason stared into the blue eyes that looked exactly like his own and shook his head. During the horrible rough patches in his life, she and Mercedes had been his lifesavers. They were the only two people in the entire world, since his gramps had died two years before, that managed to keep him sane. "Well Care Bear, what do you have to say for yourself hmm?" The little girl giggled and hopped on to the bed. Jason wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
"Daddy, I'm hungry." She said quietly and stuck her thumb behind her front teeth. It had been a bad habit that she had picked up recently. Jason sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Carrie, you know you're not supposed to call me that. I'm your big brother and my dad is your dad. He's our dad." He had tried to explain this concept to her for too long and too many times. She gave him a puzzled look and he sighed. He closed his eyes as his headache began to build up behind his eyes. "Alright, you lie down and I'm going to go change in the bathroom. Don't jump on the bed either." He gave her a stern look, pulled some clothes out of his drawers and headed to the next room. It wasn't surprising that Carrie thought that he was her father considering that he was the only one in the house who didn't ignore the little girl or treat her like crap. Jason was very familiar with the treatment and had experienced it all of his life. Well that was a lie. His grandfather 'gramps' did his best to make Jason feel like an actual kid and not some mistake his parents made on one of the few occasions they had sex or even saw each other.
He brushed his teeth and washed his face and tried to push his grandfather from his mind, or else he would never focus in class. A slight chuckle escaped from his lips at the realisation that he never focussed in class. Majority of the time he only went to see Mercedes or because she'd scold him if he didn't go. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought about her angry face. After finishing up in the bathroom he walked back into his room to find Carrie jumping on his bed, he quickly grabbed her and sat her down. "Carrie! What did I tell you!" He raised his voice and her lip began to tremble. He looked at the clock and knew he was going to be late soon if he didn't go. "Shhh, no please don't do that. You know you have a special fairy heart and you can't jump up or run a lot because it will hurt the fairy living in here." He tapped the spot over her heart. Carrie had been born with a weak heart as a baby because she had been premature, and although she could be active, too much activity could overwork her heart and give her a heart attack. Carried nodded and gave her big brother a hug.
"I promise I won't hurt the fairy." She smiled and he lightly pinched her cheeks.
"Now lie down and sleep and I'll see you soon." The little girl followed orders and closed her eyes. He waited until her breathing evened out before he opened his window and climbed outside into the large tree that separated the two yards. He made a few bird calls and saw her window swing open.
"You're late Jay." Mercedes said in a firm tone, but he could see the smile playing on her lips.
"Or maybe you're too early?" He grinned at her and climbed into her very purple bedroom. "M do you need some money to redecorate? Because I can steal some from my folks if you want." She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed her back pack. Just as quickly he grabbed it out of her hand and slung it over his shoulder, "I think the purple in it brings out my eyes." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and opened her bedroom door for her. She rubbed the spot where he pecked her vigorously.
"Jay, don't kiss me when we b-both know you had some hoochie in your mouth last night," She walked past him and he grinned behind her.
"She wasn't a hoochie, she was forty four however. I think she left early to take her kids to school." The shorter woman quickly turned around and glared at him.
"Disgusting."
"Adventurous." He swung his arm over her shoulder. As they walked down the stairs, Mercedes' uncle Kev' rounded the corner.
"Boy do you not have a home? Because this one isn't it." The extremely shorter man glared up at the six foot curly haired blue eyed boy. "Cedes, didn't your mother teach you to not let strange white people into the house?" Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"Uncle Kev' You've been living here since I was eleven. And you know Jay's always here." She said calmly.
"Mhm, Jay stands for jail, which is where I'll end up once I find a way to kill his cereal stealing ass." The shorter man muttered as he walked to the den.
"I took his cinnamon toast crunch once, I bought him four boxes to replace it and he still brings it up. Should have put bugs in them." Jason stared after the shorter man until Mercedes snapped her fingers.
"See that's exactly why he wants to kill you." She laughed and stood by the front door and waited for Jason to open it. Mercedes wasn't being snobby, but Jason always felt better opening and closing doors for her or holding her books. She assumed it was because of the way his mother always stressed that he should be a proper gentleman and that no woman in the world would expect any less. As always he opened the door for her and she grinned at him as she walked out. "Thanks Jay."
"Anytime, beautiful." His blue eyes twinkled and she couldn't help but stare into them. Even though they had been friends for over a decade, his eyes never seemed to lose their affect on her. He took a step back and stared back at her. "Why do you always do that?" His voice broke her concentration and she covered her face with her hands.
"I don't know, they're just really sparkly and it's rare that you don't mess them up with your habits." She turned around and walked to her car. Jason had his own car, but he preferred going to school with her in her little old beat up one that she was proud to have purchased all by herself. Whenever Jay drove around in his own, it had made him feel dirty. It was as if his parents bought it for him so that he would just shut up and go away as much as possible. So he did. He used his fake ID and went to clubs, bars, anywhere he was able to get his fix and find someone to take home to his bed.
"That reminds me..." he pulled the joint out of his pocket and grinned at her. "Thanks M, I almost forgot I had one in these jeans."
Mercedes rolled her eyes at him and then glared at the little cigarette. "Jay, if you smoke that in here, I will step on your scrotum." Jason broke out into loud laughter and opened the passenger door for her. She handed him her keys, but held on to them. "I'm serious Jay, I will send uncle Kev' in through the doggy door and he will do it for me, with pleasure might I add."
"M, when have I ever smoked in your car?" she opened her mouth to reply and he put his hand up, "Okay, aside from that one time?" she closed her mouth into a firm line and hopped into the car. He grinned triumphantly and slipped in beside her and started it up. Thanks to Jason's terrifying driving skills they arrived to school with seven minutes before the bell. He ran around and opened the door for her and slipped the keys into her hand. They watched as Santana Lopez, now an extremely popular cheerleader, sauntered past them with her group of friends. She looked at Mercedes car, raised her eyebrow, and then chuckled before entering the high school. Mercedes was quick to grab Jason's arm as he quickly moved towards the entrance of the school. "Let me go Mercedes," he said in a low voice.
"Jay, it's fine! Whatever she thinks about my car doesn't b-bother me. And what are you going to do? B-break her arm?" She grinned at him, hoping that the overuse of weed hadn't messed with his memory so that he remembered the moment they had become friends. He looked down at her and returned the smile.
"No...but I might have cut that disgusting horse hair of hers off her head." He said calmly with a smile, but Mercedes knew he wasn't joking. As shy and quiet as Jason could be. If you pissed him off or aggravated him, he became an entirely different person. A shorter blonde girl with full lips walked past them and dropped her books. Jason quickly scrambled to help her pick them up. The girl smiled up at him and extended her hand.
"Thanks, it's my first day, so I get clumsy when I'm nervous." She laughed and Jason shook her hand. "I'm Quinn, but everyone calls me Q. Well back home anyways." Jason noticed that she had a heavy southern accent.
Jason smiled back shyly and nodded. "I totally understand. I was the new kid once, I was just lucky to have met M." He turned to Mercedes and put his arm around her shoulders, "Oh and I'm Jay." The blonde girl smiled at the pair and Mercedes could see the wonder in her eyes. She was giving them the same look that strangers gave them, when trying to figure out if they were a couple.
"Wow MJ huh? That's quite the pair." The blonde girl joked.
"Yea, I'm a pretty young thing and he's just b-bad." She pat his chest and stared at the school. "Come on let's go before we're late." He handed her the backpack and started to walk in the direction towards the back of the school. "Jay, what are you doing?" she yelled out.
"Don't worry, I'll drop in at some point and learn something. Nice meeting you Q." Mercedes slung her bag on to her back and stared after her curly haired friend.
"Well he's different." The new girl muttered under her breath.
"You don't know the half of it." Mercedes smiled at Quinn and they walked into the school together. She wondered how long it would take for the pixie like blonde to run away in fear, like all the other kids had. Jason was an extremely kind and gentle person. But after witnessing him in fights throughout the years, many people began to fear his harsh and abrasive attitude. "So where are you headed? Where's your next class?" Quinn pulled out her schedule and pointed to music. "Awesome! I'm in that class too. We can walk there together if you want."
"That would be awesome, thanks." She tucked a blonde strand behind her ear and looked at Mercedes from the corner of her eye. "Are you guys...you know?" Quinn asked shyly. Mercedes gave a small laugh.
"No, he's just my b-best friend." She left out 'my only friend'. "I've known him forever." The blonde girl nodded and then bit her lip. "So where are you from?"
"Kentucky!" the girl beamed a bright white smile.
"Oh, that's cool. I wondered where your nice accent was from."
"Why thanks, some people say it sounds hick, but I love it. My brother has it worse than I do though. But I think he believes he's a cow boy so he lays it on real thick on purpose to get the ladies." Quinn laughed as the pair hustled to class.
"Oh you have a b-brother?" Mercedes looked around to see if she could spot a new face among the running students.
"Ye, Sam's nineteen though, so he's already done school." She smiled as they sat down beside each other in class. "Shit, I hope they won't make me introduce myself. I'll be sweating bricks if they do." Quinn looked around the class and a few curious looks were thrown her way. Especially from two popular jocks, Noah Puckerman, and Finn Hudson. Mercedes laughed sadly and wondered if they would warn her new friend to stay away from stuttering Cedes. However, her stuttering had calmed down a lot since elementary school and she had Jason to thank for that. He always made her feel calm when he was around and her stutter only went back to how bad it had been whenever she was greatly distressed or terribly nervous.
"I don't think Mr. Schue will even notice you, so just lay low." The blonde girl nodded and looked at the greasy haired teacher.
"Ten dollars his hair smells." She whispered to Mercedes and giggled.
"Uh uh, I'm not laying a b-bet when I already know it does." She giggled back. She had a warm feeling in her chest and she figured it was because this girl seemed different. Quinn didn't seem the type to run away from her and Jason. But in high school, you never really knew. Take Brittany Pierce for instance. Best friends with Santana all of her life and then falls in love with Artie 'the nose picker' Abrams. Even though he had been in a crippling car accident and confined to a wheel chair, the tall blonde girl stuck by her man and was essentially exiled from Santana's clique. A note slid its way on to her desk from Quinn. Mr. Schuester was taking attendance, so Mercedes figured the girl didn't want to get in trouble for talking. She slowly unfolded the paper and read the neat print.
Is your name like Emily or something? Or is it just Em?
Mercedes laughed and scribbled on the back of the note.
It's Mercedes, only Jay calls me M
She slid the note back on to the blonde girl's desk and watched her eyes widen in surprise. She furiously scribbled out her previous note and added on to it before passing it back.
Is your name like Emily or something? Or is it just Em?
Oh! I love that name, I think I will call you Cedes then
Mercedes smiled at the girl and whispered, "That's perfectly fine."
"Quinn Evans!" Will Schuester said loudly and the entire class stared at them. "Ah, our new student from Kentucky." He smiled at Quinn. Mercedes turned to look at her and noticed the beads of sweat already gathering at the blonde's hairline. "Well welcome to Music!" Quinn nodded and squeaked out a quiet thanks. The teacher moved on to the next name and Mercedes pat the other girl's hand.
"See you did it." Quinn turned to look at Mercedes and gave her a smile of gratitude.
"Ugh...did I sweat bullets?" Mercedes laughed and shook her head no. "Sam's always makin fun of me for it, but I knocked a baseball at his groin the other day...so we're bout even now." Mercedes had to cover her mouth to stop the loud guffaw that almost escaped her lips.
"Your b-brother sounds funny."
"Alright class let's get this fiesta started!" Mr. Schuester announced loudly and the class groaned. Quinn pulled out her notebook and smiled at her new friend. Mercedes smiled back and hoped that Jason's mood swings didn't cause her to lose her first new friend in a very long time.
A/N: So this was a fic that was inspired by these two rp characters ( , )who have amazingly let me use the characters and the profiles they've made for them, in my story. It is a Samcedes story as he will be coming along, but be patient because development is key. I'd like to thank my bffffff J.G. for her help and support and again wish to thank the lovely rpers who have inspired me to write this.