Guys, I want to thank you all so much! All of your reviews, favorites and follows made my day.
I wasn't thinking about making this a fic, but you got me! I personally want to thank lovessamcedes! I got many ideas for future chapters.
Since it was only supposed to be a one-shot thing. This would've been the chapter right before Sam's got the letter. Sorry for any mistakes.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own GLEE. If I did, Samcedes would've been the main couple, Rachel wouldn't be as annoying, and people like Quinn would get decent storylines.
- No, you have to add the melted chocolate WHILE you mix the butter and the flour!
Making dessert with Mercedes was one hell of an adventure. They decided to make some recipe they found in a cook book from Carole. "It'll be good after our dinner, Sam" she said. "It's going to be easy" she said.
So here they were, in the middle of the Hummel/Hudson's kitchen, flour everywhere, wondering why they didn't go to the grocery store and bought a cake instead.
Sam had the mixture in the bowl, while he tried his best to blend everything together. The book said that it took only 10 minutes to mix, and 35 minutes for it to cook. Let's just say that it's been more than an hour… and it was still completely raw.
- Okay, I think it's mixed enough! Just put it in the pan, and place it in the oven!
- Hey, drop the sassiness, young lady! You wanted to make a cake, here we are. Kurt told me it takes some time, because you don't want to develop the gluten too much, or something like that. You have to be really careful.
There was many things that were serious matter to Kurt; his entourage, fashion and food. Sam learned the last one, earlier this year. He wanted to thank Carole and Burt, so he figured that he could do them a romantic dinner. He asked for Kurt's help, and they decided to offer the parents a simple roasted beef, mashed potatoes and some vegetables. A simple meal, Sam thought.
Not with Kurt Hummel.
They had to wake up at 8 a.m. on a Saturday, because "Sam, the vegetables are delivered in the morning, you can't expect them to still be fresh at 3 in the afternoon!" To what Sam respond with a "But if they won't be fresh at 3 in the afternoon at the grocery store, why would they be fresh at home?"
Kurt didn't laugh. So, instead of starting a cold war between some carrots and onions, Sam shut his mouth and pushed the cart. The day went on, without many incidents, besides the fact that every time Sam was doing something a little rough, he heard Kurt's whispers in the background. "Respect the food, you blond Hulk."
So, both of them worked together almost in silence, besides outbursts on song that were playing in the kitchen radio. Singing through celery stick seemed to have loosened the atmosphere. When they were done, the guys offered their fabulous dinner to Burt and Carole, whom were happily surprised by the actions. Sam was proud of what he did, even if it took them almost 5 hours to do. How was it possible for moms to do those kinds of meals every night?
Since then, the boys, sometimes with Finn's clumsy help, made a bunch of meals, to give Carole some days off. Sam smiled at the memory of some of their attempts to do some flambé, which ended up in Burt's call to a pizza place. The boys were banned for using any kind of fire in the house for at least a month after the incident.
Even if he missed his family, he had a second one, in the Hudmel's estate. He missed his own parents and siblings, but his year was not so bad, after all.
He still had a place to live, people that loved him, great friends and an awesome girlfriend.
- Well, I'm really sorry for doubting your skills, master of the desserts!
- I prefer Sir, but you can use master for now.
Mercedes raised an eyebrow at him, and burst out laughing.
They were always like that. Mercedes had her sassy, while Sam was being his usual dork. For others, being that much different might have been a problem, but they were…complete with their opposite selves. They had a mature relationship, in which they both bring the best out of the other one.
- Fine! I surrender under your knowledge!
Sam let down his bowl, and embraced his girlfriend form behind, with both of his arms. He kissed gently her shoulder, and whispered I love you into her ear.
- Okay, I love you too, but you just put some chocolate on my shirt. So I love you a little less.
- You're a liar, woman! I'm sorry for your shirt, but you love me so much.
- Yeah. Yeah, I do.
She sighed and escaped herself from his arms to put the dessert in the oven. Sam thought that she might be truly annoyed about her shirt, and shrugged it off.
When the two of them were done with cleaning the kitchen, they decided to keep things simple for the day. They already went shopping yesterday for Mercedes and Puck's apartment. They bought many things; towels, cushions, dishes… It cost her lot of money, so they settled with a free activity for today.
- I don't want to watch Avatar. We watched it like yesterday! We could go for a swim maybe? We could watch something else after!
- You, me, in bathing suits, while something is cooking… You know we won't be inside the house in time to prevent the place to burn down! Look, it still need 12 minutes, why don't we go put on our bathing suits, and we'll go in the pool after the cake is out?
- Sounds like a good plan!
- Please, I always have good plans baby.
- Remember your love for Justin Bieber, and your one-man band? That's what I thought.
Mercedes let out a loud laugh, left the kitchen and went upstairs to go change while Sam went to the dryer, where he left his bathing suit yesterday. He grabbed two towels for them and waited for her to get back, sitting on the counter by the oven.
- Before you say anything, I want to say for my defense that we paid for those swimsuits and I look great in it.
She appeared in the kitchen, and Mercedes was indeed looking great in her swimsuit. She was beautiful. The way her hair was in a messy bun, and her bangs were falling on both sides of her face, she looked so … perfect. She wasn't wearing any make-up, but she was gorgeous. To say he was completely head over heels was an understatement. Coming to his senses, he wondered where he saw that piece of clothing before.
- You're looking absolutely stunning. Wait, is that the one you had when we all did the performance to Emma for Will's proposal?
- Maybe?
Mercedes giggled, and Sam got down from the counter and made his way towards her. He also had his swimsuit on; simple white, blue and green plaid shorts. He put a part of her hair behind her ear, and bend his face to kiss her on the lips.
- I love you, Mercedes Jones.
Mercedes bit her bottom lip, and lifted her head toward Sam. Their lips were only millimeters from each other's.
BEEEEEEEP!
Of course, the oven's alarm decided to go off, right at this moment. Sam groaned and let out a "Really?!" which made Mercedes laughed.
The two of them went out and stayed in the garden the entire afternoon. Somehow, Sam and Mercedes thought it would be fun to redo their proposal choreography in the pool. Well, it actually ended up in Sam splashing water everywhere and Mercedes singing We Found Love at the top of her lungs. It was… magnificient?
They only got inside when it was time for dinner. They ate casually during a rewatch of their favorites How I Met Your Mother's episodes that Kurt had on DVD. When it was almost midnight, they stopped cuddling on the Hudmel's couch, and decided to go up to Sam's room.
When Sam woke up the next morning, he searched Mercedes's body to cuddle with, but found an empty spot besides him. He thought she might've been at the bathroom, or considering the time of the day, almost noon, she might've been making breakfast. Or lunch.
When he got downstairs, he saw Kurt and Blaine at the kitchen table, eating cereals.
- Hey guys, have you seen Mercedes? She wasn't in my room when I woke up.
- Nope! Maybe she left you a text saying where she is but I know her car isn't parked here.
Sam nodded and went back to his room, wondering where the hell she went. They were supposed to be together today, so it was odd for her to leave. When he took his phone from the bedside table, his eyes found something on her pillow.
A letter was there. A letter, addressed to him, written in Mercedes' handwriting.
He opened it and started reading.
My only love, Sam…
So... what did you guys think? Next chapter is how Sam reacted to the letter.
If you have any suggestions, you can always tell me about it!
Genevieve xx