A/N: Ok so here's the third and final part to my new Samcedes fic. It's much happier than the other two! Read and Review as always! Oh and if you have any fic ideas for me, drop me a message :)
Needless to say things were tense in the next glee club practice; everyone could feel it but no one knew exactly what was going on. Sometimes Mercedes could feel Sam looking at her and it took everything inside of her not to turn around. She felt horrible about the way that she had spoken to him but it was like she couldn't control the words from coming out of her mouth.
Part of her really wanted to just go up to him and apologize and tell him what it is that's bothering her. But that little annoying voice in her head kept saying "There's no way he'd like you anyway". For now the stupid voice was winning and she hated it; she was usually so confident but boys were definitely her blind spot.
"Shoot," she thought to herself as she was on her way to Calculus, "I forgot my calculator."
She was just turning around to go back quickly to her locker and get it, when she caught sight of Sam standing beside her locker looking around (presumably for her). Frantically, she tried to look for somewhere to sneak off to before he saw her but it was too late; their eyes locked and he immediately began making his way over to her.
"Hey Mercedes," Sam called as he pushed past the crowds of people to get to her.
"Hi," Mercedes said, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible (and failing).
"So um listen, I uh- I just wanted to say sorry about the other day," Sam began somewhat shyly and looked down at his feet. "I didn't mean to bug you, just wanted to make sure you were ok."
"Yeah ok thanks," Mercedes replied, looking off to the side while crossing her arms in front of her.
Sam's face dropped and he mumbled "Yeah well, I guess I'll see you around," and he began to walk away.
Just let him walk away, just don't say anything and you won't have to confront anything- "Sam wait!" Mercedes called out to his retreating back before she could stop herself.
Sam stopped and turned around slowly, with an inquiring look on his face. Mercedes walked quickly over to him before she completely lost her nerve.
"Was I even an option?" she blurted out and looked down quickly, a blush slowly creeping up her cheeks.
"What? An option for what?" Sam said with a confused look on his face.
No turning back now. "I just- I just mean, I get that Quinn is really pretty and popular and that Santana is too. And I know they have amazing bodies and they look really good walking down the street with basically anyone but I thought- I thought that you and I had been getting along really well lately. I guess what I'm asking is why them and not me?" she finished off somewhat breathlessly.
Sam was quiet for a second, studying her face and then without warning grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the hallways where there were less people.
"I'm really sorry," he whispered and reached out to take her hands.
"Sorry for what?", Mercedes asked and had to struggle to keep her voice from shaking.
"I never thought in a million years that a girl like you would ever like a guy like me. I mean yeah, Quinn and Santana may be pretty and popular now but in a few years where do you think they're gonna be? But you- you're gorgeous and you're gonna do something really cool with your life, I just know it."
Mercedes was silent as she took in the words that she had always hoped she'd hear a guy say to her.
"I do like you Mercedes; I never wanted you to think I wouldn't like you. I just didn't want it to look like I was only using you as a rebound after Quinn. To be honest, it's always been you Mercedes. I broke up with Santana; we weren't together for the right reasons at all. I wanna be with you."
"Really?" Mercedes whispered as she looked up into his face.
"Yeah really," he whispered back and leaned down to capture her lips with his.
As far as Mercedes was concerned, that damn little voice in her head could go to hell.
