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Chapter 3: The gentle giant

WWIDTDA NON Member's POV

I had been noticing for a few weeks now that a few of my friends meet up in the choir room early on certain days. It was just by chance that I saw Rachel going in. That really confused me because there were only a few people that liked Rachel, yet they seemed to embrace her fully in their little group here. She went in skipping. They'd left the door open and I listened from the lockers next to the room.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Sam asked her.

"Mercedes," she answered simply.

"You didn't," he answered.

"I did, and it was amazing!"

"You slept with her just to spite Brittany!"

"Why are you so upset?"

"Because…I…I just am!" Sam seemed frustrated and instead of continuing the conversation, he blew past me in the hall. I wanted to go after him and get answers, but I was rooted in my spot as I watched a Cheerio clad girl sneer at Rachel and walk out of the room. She bumped into me, looking up and giving me a knowing smile.

"Eavesdroppers never hear anything good," she said.

"I'm pretty sure that I misunderstood exactly what goes on in there. I…I didn't hear what I think I just heard, did I?"

She just laughed and sauntered off.


Mercedes's POV

I was looking at the time on my cell phone when I headed toward the choir room. In the split second it took to look down, my body encountered something hard and I fell back onto my ass, getting the breath knocked out of me. My cell phone had flown in toward the lockers on my left, and I cringed hoping that the screen hadn't broken. Looking toward the source that I'd run into, I found concerned green eyes looking down at me.

"Mercedes, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to knock you over. I wasn't looking where I was going," Sam explained, holding out a hand to help me up. "You okay? Nothing hurt?"

"I'm fine. I'm not so sure about my cell phone though." I looked over at it face down on the floor.

Sam went to retrieve it. Instead of handing it back immediately, he inspected it and began typing something into it. "Nothing wrong with it, except the fact that my number was missing from your contacts. I fixed that problem though."

There was something about Sam's boldness that knocked the diva out of me, and in her place was this shy girl that started to stammer. "I…well…thanks. Do you…want my number?"

Sam grinned and started concentrating on the tiles on the floor. "I…might already have it." He bit his lip and looked up at me.

"You do? Who gave it to you?"

"Tina."

Cocking an eyebrow, I thought that over. "She did?" I wish I could stop stating the obvious in question form.

"Don't get mad at her. I wouldn't stop bugging her until finally she cracked."

"Why didn't you just ask me?"

"Would you have given it to me?"

Suddenly the lockers to the right of me became really interesting. I couldn't look at him as I said, "Maybe…"

"So would you rather I delete your number and ask you?"

At that I looked up. "Sam, what is wrong with you? It's fin-"

"Too late. It's gone." He smiled. "So…Mercedes, can I have your phone number?"

I was too busy laughing at this crazy boy to actually try pretending to be aloof with indecisiveness. Instead, when he handed me his phone, I just typed my number in. "There you go."

Finally he handed me my phone back as if he was holding it hostage until I agreed to give him my number myself. I began walking toward the choir room, knowing that I would be late. Sam caught up to me. "So I can text you some time, right?"

"Of course, Sam." He seemed to beam and head over to take his seat next to Quinn.

I shook my head. Sam Evans was odd, but cute in a way.

It had been a couple of weeks since anyone had approached me from the fan club about my ass. Maybe Rachel had gotten the message across to them that I wasn't a piece of ass they could just attempt to seduce. I hadn't truly noticed anyone staring at me or trying to push up on me – except Sam occasionally.

The absence of my admirers could have something to do with some underlying drama from some of the couples in Glee Club lately. There have been a few times that I have walked in on Finn and Rachel arguing before class started. I hoped like hell it had nothing to do with me.

Even going over to the Hudson-Hummel home, I found myself catching the tail end of a Finchel argument. Papa Burt had let me in and I headed straight to the den, but Finn was in there. I heard him throw his phone up against the wall and I jumped. He seemed startled to see me. "Hey, Cedes, Kurt isn't home. He said something about hanging with Blaine." It had taken some getting used to, not having my friend around all the time, but if he was happy, I was happy for him.

"Oh, okay." I turned to leave and Finn stopped me.

"Cedes, you don't have to leave. You can wait. You're here all the time it's like a second home. You know you're always welcome with or without Kurt here."

"Thanks, Finn, but I just figured that you wanted to be alone with all that Incredible Hulk destruction you're making." I pointed to the lamp that he'd broken with his phone.

He looked in that direction. "Shit. Kurt and Mom are gonna kill me."

I laughed. "I love how you put Kurt first. He can be vicious when it comes to decor." Finn didn't laugh, he just frowned. "I'll help you. We can glue it back together."

Finn's smile was blinding as he rushed out of the room to get some glue. When he came back with two tubes of super glue, we set to work, piecing together the puzzle of this lamp. "Thanks for helping me."

"It's fine. If you don't mind me asking, what's going on with you and Rachel?"

"I'm not sure where her head is these days. She doesn't seem like she wants to be in this relationship."

"I thought you were okay with her and Quinn fooling around," I said before realizing that I wasn't supposed to know.

Surprise was evident on Finn's face. "You know about that?"

"Rachel told me."

"So…is it…true about you and her?"

I closed my eyes, taking a breath. Instead of answering out right, I asked, "Am…am I the reason for the fighting?"

"Oh no. Rachel can be quite selfish. Everything has to be about her. When she's with me and Quinn, I have to want her and Quinn has to want her, but there can never be a me and Quinn."

"That kinda sucks," I said for lack of anything better.

"It does, but I think she does it because she wants to be like you…with your club of admirers."

"I didn't even know about the club until recently. Are…you in it?"

I heard Finn chuckle beside me and when I looked up, he was gazing at me. He sat the glue down, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. "Nope. I've thought you were pretty for years. I didn't need a club to tell me that, but you never looked my way."

"Why would I, Finn, when you and Puck were the Slushiers back then?"

"Did I ever Slushie you?"

Thinking back, I realized he had a point. "No," my voice came in almost as whisper as I was pinned by his gaze and the way he kept inching forward. With his lips only inches from mine, I asked, "What about Rachel?"

"We're over," he whispered in return, softly touching his lips to mine.

Finn took the glue from my hands and sitting it on the table, deepening our kiss. I whimpered into his mouth as our tongues met. It would seem that his air supply was endless, but I kept having to pull away breathlessly. He would only let me get a few seconds worth of air before his lips would crash into mine once more.

"Finn," I said, when I managed to speak between his eager kisses.

"Say my name like that again. I like it."

"Do something to earn it," I challenged.

Finn pulled my shirt up over my head, and he bit his lip. "Damn," he murmured. Eager kisses ghosted my collar bone and down my cleavage. His tongue followed the trail his lips made, sending a shiver through me. His lips came back to mine and it was my turn to work his shirt up over his head. As we separated so that he could take off his shirt, he winked at me before pulling me closer. I laughed, hiding my face against his bare shoulder.

Lifting my gaze to meet his, his lips touched mine gently. "I like kissing you."

"It's nice…kissing you that is," I admitted.

Finn leaned in again and we heard Kurt calling my name. We jumped apart and Finn tossed me my shirt. I made quick work of putting on before Kurt appeared in the doorway. "Cedes, Dad told me you had been waiting for me?"

Kurt frowned as he took in Finn. "Why are you shirtless?"

I looked and Finn and he looked at me. Instead of actually answering him, he said, "I broke your favorite lamp."

Kurt was too focused on the lamp to notice me grabbing Finn's shirt and tossing it to him. "Finn Hudson!" Kurt yelled. "And who tried to glue it back together?"

I raised my hand. "That was my idea."

"Oh I am furious with the both of you right now!"

"Well in that case, that's my cue to leave," I said, trying to get out before Kurt actually had time to think about what he just saw.

"Yeah, I'll walk you out, Cedes," Finn offered, trying to escape Kurt's wrath.

We arrived at my car and I was leaning against the door. "That was close."

Finn didn't respond. He just leaned in for the kiss that Kurt had cut short. I obliged, but when we separated, I asked, "Finn, what are we doing?"

"Kissing."

"I know that, but I mean you just broke up with Rachel."

"And you have a club of people that want on your ass, but I'm not in that club and I just like to kiss you."

"So you've mentioned."

"And I would've done other things if Kurt hadn't come back." He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me against his body. Our height difference was almost comical. Finn was practically a giant compared to me.

"I don't want Rachel drama."

"Neither do I!"

"Finn! Be serious."

"There won't be. I like you and your lips. So can we try this again?"

"Tomorrow? My house after school?"

His lips touched my cheek and he said, "We don't have to…you know. We can just hang out and see where things lead."

"Sure, I'd like that."


So…Sam's got some competition! This actually wasn't the plan, but I just couldn't get Finn and Mercedes to do what I wanted. In the back of my mind Finncedes was something much more than him trying to one up Rachel, so this came about.

Nevertheless, I hope y'all liked it!