Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Glee.
A/N: Hello. I just wanted to thank you all for the feedback and the views. You guys are completely amazing. In some of the reviews, I think I sensed some confusion and maybe even anger about Mercedes and Sam's characters. So, instead of messaging you guys personally and telling you my intentions I decided to do a character analysis of each. I'm probably jumping the gun by doing this, but w'ever.
Mercedes: Mercedes begged for Sam to take her virginity. Was this desperate? Yes. Absolutely. But, it doesn't necessarily mean that she does not have confidence in herself. I suppose I was laying it on thick when she went into the monologue of low self-esteem, but generally she is a headstrong girl. She had no problem going to one of the most popular guys in school and asking him to have sex with her. Not out of desperation per se, but to boost her own creditbility with her peers. Mercedes does in fact have confidence, she just utilizes it in the wrong places.
Also, being confident doesn't mean that you can't be insecure. We are our own worst critics. No matter what anyone tells us, we can still find the smallest thing wrong with ourselves. Like I said, maybe I overkilled it with Mercedes but she's just a girl. A teenage girl, at that. I mean, self-doubt is what comes with adolescence. Here we see a little more of it than in the show(if it's there at all), but I think it needed to happen for this whole concept to work.
Lastly, I want you all to understand that Mercedes is not just choosing to throw away her virginity. Yeah, she doesn't know Sam; she doesn't love Sam (yet). But she is making the choice to lose it with a guy who is experienced and can potentially help her get better at it for someone special. Mercedes is completely in control of the situation. It's not that she doesn't believe that the right guy will never come for her. It's just that for now, in high school, she wants to have her pick of the dick, if you will. Instead of settling, after Sam gets her ready, her plan is to date casually and become popular.
Mercedes knows that she has friends that love her and doesn't need a man to validate herself. Also,she understands that love is something that can't be rushed and there is someone waiting for her. However, this is the mass-consumption era and she's a little greedy: she's wants the boyfriend, the popularity and the short-lived fame of it and she wants it now. Mercedes' confidence is not absent just misguided.
Sam: Some of you expressed concern when Sam told Mercedes that he didn't want anyone to know about their arrangement. Sam doesn't put his conquests out in the open like that, it's just something that people know about him through hearsay and probably some of the girls he had slept with. The plan is for other guys to *think* that Mercedes is naturally good at all of the stuff she'll learn from Sam. Once they both think she's ready, Sam will start saying things to other guys so they'll want to approach her themselves. As well, Sam still doesn't feel good about the whole deal, so he doesn't want anyone to question him on it.
Sam and his harem have a very standard casual sex agreement. Although promiscious Sam has ensured that he is never 'the other man'. He does not condone cheating and never broke up a relationship. The interactions between them depend on how much the girl cares for Sam : A lot to a little (you'll see this later). For example, Quinn and Sam are just friends that fuck. Does this mean that Quinn or Sam never wanted to become something more? Not exactly, but this is the understanding they have and decided it was better to be followed rather than complicate matters.
To me, to be a slut in its core definition is to be sexually liberated. He is not a user but he is not a lost, badboy. Like every male, he likes sex.
In a way, I like to think Sam and Mercedes switched personalities in this fanfic. Mercedes is naive but big-hearted Season2 Sam and Sam is smart, a little nonsense Mercedes without the slut connotation.
I hoped this cleared some things up for you guys. If you still have questions, comments, concerns, leave a review or hit me up so we can chat personally, if ya wanna.
ON THAT NOTE...enjoy the chapter.
Sam took Mercedes to his house for their last tutoring session before Christmas break. He thought this was the perfect opportunity to just nip this in the bud while the reason why the Evans' residence was'nt an option was still away: his family. They pulled into the driveway and Sam leaned over to turn off Third Eye Blind from his radio. Mercedes just sat in wonder, looking at the three story house through the fogged window. The two did not have to trudge through the snow, for the pathway was freshly paved. Sam and Mercedes entered the mansion and she looked up spinning slowly.
"I feel like I'm in the Queen's palace or something…" Mercedes uttered, noting the tinsel that cascaded down the grand staircase.
There was a smell of spices and smoke coming from the kitchen where she followed Sam. Mercedes was in the doorway as she watched Sam greet a woman in an apron with kisses on the cheek. The rest of their conversation was taken in Spanish, speaking like they haven't seen eachother in years. Finally, the woman gestured to quiet girl in the doorway.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Mercedes, this is Rosa. Rosa this is my classmate, Mercedes." Sam introduced them. Rosa's deep hourglass body stepped towards Mercedes, her cat eyes glowing. It must be Sam's lot in life to be surrounded by beautiful women, she thought. However, it was clear that he and Rosa only shared a familial relationship when she licked the back of her thumb and rubbed his cheeks roughly.
"Hello! You are so beautiful!" Rosa said to Mercedes with an accent so thick she would have thought Rosa was acting.
"Goodness, thanks." Mercedes giggled.
"You know, Sammy always brings around these skinny stick girls who never want to eat anything! You have curves! I like girls who eat! They take care of themselves! Are you hungry, Mercedes?" Rosa asked, while stirring a spoon in a bowl. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Starving, actually." Mercedes has not eaten the whole day. Because this was the day that her sex education began, Mercedes decided to treat it like she would an actual date. She shaved her legs, spent hours on her new hairstyle, wore pretty underwear and no meals because she didn't want to bloat. Therefore, when that acceptance of food subconsiously slipped out, Mercedes cursed herself and her growling stomach.
"Alright, I'll make some snacks while you and Sammy work." Sam nodded for Mercedes to follow him up the stairs, while Mercedes silently prayed that Rosa wasn't making anything with beans or onions.
After passing the bathroom with a jacuzzi and a closed door, they were in Sam's room. I am in Sam's room, Mercedes thought. On the walls were posters of comic book superheroes and 90's bands. Sam had a glass case of miscellaneous trophies. Baseball, hockey, debate, MVP for Peewee football. She tried to think about what Kurt would want her to do in this situation: "Take the underwear, Mercedes. TAKE THE UNDERWEAR!" Kurt's voice was now locked away in a dungeon. To keep him there, Mercedes sparked a conversation.
"So is Rosa the reason you know Spanish so well?" Mercedes asked, taking off her coat and sitting on Sam's king-sized bed.
"Yeah, pretty much." Sam put his hockey gear in closet along with his outerwear. "Rosa practically raised me. She's been my mom and Miguel was like my brother."
"Miguel?"
"Her son."
Before kicking his boots off, he passed Mercedes a black picture frame. Inside was a pre-teen Sam in matching baseball uniforms with a slightly taller, floppy haired boy. He sported a gapped-tooth smile with a Louisville Slugger in one hand, Their arms were on each other's shoulders.
"Is he still around?" Mercedes fingered the tip of the frame.
"He's in the army now." Sam said, taking the picture from her and putting it back on his shelf. "I don't talk to him very often."
"Oh." Then, Sam went to join Mercedes on his bed. Mercedes took a deep inhale. Was this it?
"Mercedes, I know that we are supposed to start your…other tutoring today and I'll keep my promise. But, since I don't want you to keep asking when were going to begin, I brought a timer." Sam pulled out a tiny kitchen timer from his back pocket. "Now, I'm going to set it for an hour and thirty minutes. We'll study for that long and then we'll get into the…other stuff. Fair?"
Mercedes nodded. "Good." Sam said, then clapped his hands together, "So, I know you had a test?"
"Yeah." Mercedes shuffled through her bag to find the marked test and textbook.
"How'd it go?" Mercedes passed him the crumpled paper.
"72."
"That's a start, but I know you can do better. Let's start with the sentence here…"
Soon, Sam and Mercedes were lost in the fictional real life mishaps of the characters in the textbook. They helped the American travelers introduce themselves and their families, order food and know how to say objects found in a bedroom. In the middle, Rosa came in with Quesadillas, gladly without any bad-breath starters for Mercedes. When the little timer finally buzzed, Mercedes and Sam gulped in unison. It was time.
Sam put the textbook on the floor and looked at Mercedes' big curious eyes. He decided to make one last ditch effort not to make a mistake.
"You know, Mercedes—"
"Sam—"Mercedes groaned.
"Just listen for a minute? You know we don't have to do anything. I could just tell my friends we fooled around for a bit and you could still get what you want."
"It's not the same! I want to learn these things so I can be prepared when it happens for me and I want to prepare—"
"With me. I know, I know." Sam sighed, realizing there was no talking her out of this. He drew in another breath, trying to figure out where to begin. "Okay, so maybe it's best that we start with kissing. It's the most important factor with physical relationships. For me, anyways. I'm sure you've heard the theory 'Kissing is like talking with tongues'. So not true. Kissing is like what pronounciation is to Spanish—"
"If you mess up one sound, your entire conversation could go in a different direction." Mercedes said. Sam smiled, a bit startled and impressed that she quoted him exactly.
"Yeah. It's not just the girls who rely on kissing to read where the relationship is going: It's the guys too. Um, 'Is she a prude?' 'Is she looking for a relationship?' 'Does she want to get it on?', those questions can be answered with a kiss…Are you taking notes?"
Mercedes peeped her head up from her notepad, "Shouldn't I be?" Sam huffed and shook his head, taking the notepad from her and throwing it near the pile of her things.
"Okay, now, from our kiss last week, I could tell one really good thing: you have soft lips."
Mercedes smiled complacently, "Thank you."
"You're welcome. This means you're allowed to wear lipstick or lip gloss without having to worry about it being a rough, nasty mess when you kiss your guy. Naturally, girls who use a lot of lipwear are good kissers because they spend a lot of time puckering. But you can't always be sure."
Without any kind of warning, Sam clasped a hand around Mercedes face and pressed his lips to hers. As she was about to react, he pulled away.
"Yeah, you're a good closed mouth kisser." Sam said, licking his lips to taste the mango lip gloss. Mercedes was at a loss for words so Sam took that as a sign to continue. "Now, there's tongue. The rules on how and when it is appropriate to use tongue varies. Depends on the person, place and time. Also, there's the factor is how much tongue is enough, and a lot of people just say 'use the alphabet method' but I find it ineffective and slobbery. So, we'll use my technique." Sam put his fingers in the waves of Mercedes' hair about to kiss her again, then he stopped.
"Am I going too fast?" He wondered aloud.
"No." Mercedes said, quietly.
"Tell me if I am, okay?" Sam said, eyeing her pretty mouth. Mercedes nodded. Sam leaned in to kiss Mercedes. There mouths were just pressed together first, then Sam lowered his lip, taking in her bottom lip as well. He sucked lightly making Mercedes moan a little. Sam moved up to mesh his tongue with Mercedes'. He teased, letting their tongue's touch then separating them. He guided Mercedes' tongue into his mouth, before letting go.
"See?" Sam felt a little breathless but he didn't want to look like a rookie to someone who enlisted his services. "Just follow your instincts-" Mercedes cut him off with her lips.
Mercedes' mimicked Sam's previous movements, teasing his tongue. His hand palmed the back of her head. Sam had no intention of breaking the kiss, so Mercedes had to. If she wanted to. Seconds later, Mercedes was on Sam's lap, straddling the heat between their crotches. Sam made a gutteral noise trying to keep his cool as his fingers almost squeezed her ass underneath her skirt. He held her close as she slowly bobbed in his lap.
Suddenly, Sam felt a sharp pain in his mouth. His tongue felt like it was going to split in two. He felt teeth on his tongue. Mercedes' bit his tongue.
"Did I do something wrong?" Mercedes asked, leaping off of him after hearing the strange sound he made.
"You bit my tongue, Mercedes? Really?" Sam's speech was made thick because of his now throbbing muscle.
"You said, 'Follow your instinct'!"
"Yeah, not animal instinct!" Sam went tinto his bathroom, checking for blood although he didn't taste any. He went back into his room to find a worried Mercedes. "Look, Mercedes maybe this was a bad idea—"
"No! No, Sam! I'm just learning! I promise I'll get better, please? I'm sorry." Seeing Mercedes pleading eyes and sweet begging, he folded.
"Okay, but that's it for today."
Sam walked Mercedes to his door.
"So, I'll see you after break?" Sam nodded.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?" Mercedes shook her head.
"I'll take the bus. Have a merry Christmas, Sam. Nice meeting you Rosa!" Rosa popped out of the kitchen to wave to Mercedes. About to shut the door, Mercedes stopped him. "And Sam? Thanks."
"No problem." Sam gave a sincere smile. He gently closed and locked to door to have Rosa staring him down.
"Why are you talking like that?" She asked.
"Don't ask."
"I don't believe you." Kurt said, braiding Tina's bubblegum pink hair. The last night before winter break ended, Mercedes decided to host a sleepover. She sat near her bedpost watching Kurt style Tina's hair like one of the Whos in the How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
"But there's nothing to tell—" Mercedes tried to explain for the umpteenth time.
"Who's Sam again?" Tina asked, grabbing a fist full of white cheddar popcorn.
"Sex God who could be mistaken for Ryan Gosling's brother." Tina scrunched up her face while Kurt leaned over her to get some popcorn. "Mercedes, it's been weeks since he first started tutoring you and nothing has happened? Not even a little kiss?"
Mercedes rolled her eyes and pushed herself against her purple headboard. Sam's voice resounded, You can't tell a soul. Especially not your friend who walks around in the boots and fancy hats.
"No." Mercedes cheeks became hot when she thought about Sam kissed her. It was like a rush through her whole body. Kurt shook his head lightly with his newly appointed pigtails waving about and grabbed some pretzels.
"Kurt, you better not be getting food in my hair—"
"Well, the semester's not over yet." Kurt cut off Tina, picking out some excess popcorn from her scalp. When he finished Tina's transformation into Cindy Lou Who, Kurt handed her the zebra-print mirror to admire the swirly braids. Kurt then crawled closer to Mercedes and Tina joined them from the floor to her bed. "You still have time to make Sam Evans your love slave!" He grabbed the knees Mercedes was holding close to her chest and grinned widely.
Honestly, she hadn't even thought about a relationship with Sam coming out of all of this. Mercedes just wanted to become Quetin's hottest commodity. She was just using Sam as the beltway to lead her to other hotties and eventually popularity. Nothing more, nothing less. Somehow though, the thought of having him be her love slave made her insides tingle.
"Is Sam Evans really all that?" Tina pointed.
"Is he—?" Kurt ran off the bed to rummage through his sequin night bag for his phone. As soon as he found it, Kurt showed Sam as the screensaver. Tina's eyes and mouth made and inaudiable 'Whoa.'
"I have got to transfer schools." Tina said, still ogling the picture of Sam without a shirt on the school's track field. Mercedes leaned over to see the photo too, then quirked an eyebrow at Kurt.
"How did you even get this?"
"I am a trained stalker when it comes to people who look like Ryan Gosling. Even women."
School started again and it was already kicking Sam in the face. The work wasn't hard, he could get through all his classes sleeping and still get A's. However, managing that with all of his other extra-curriculars and still trying to keep up with his social life was getting to be a load. There was no time to rest during break with the twins' home from boarding school and his dad and Janine back from Costa Rica. Sam was always glad to be with his brother and sister, but it was his parents that were the headache. His father was constantly berating him about how he needed to continue to be the best and started all of his sentences started with 'I didn't get where I am by…' while Sam pretended that it didn't bother him that his stepmother was only nine years older than him.
After another day, Sam was at his locker trying to figure out what he needed to take home, until it shut automatically.
"Mm, Sammy Evans." Santana stepped in his way and Sam made a heavy sigh. He wasn't in the mood for this today.
"Hi, Santana." Sam said, monotone.
"So, where the hell you been for the past couple of weeks?" Santana played with the knot of Sam's monogrammed Quetin tie. "Missed you at Kurofsky's New Years' party." Santana placed Sam's hand right under her bare mound, naked from lack of underwear. "This missed you too."
Oh, she was dirty. Sam hastily looked around and took back his hand from Santana's skirt.
"We can't do that here, Santana."
"All right, then come over."
"I can't. I have to tutor." Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"What, some brain dead retard can't do without you for one day?"
"Santana, that isn't nice." Sam said earnestly. Santana pushed him against the lockers, putting herself flush against him. She worked her hips slowly on his heat, making Sam involuntarily growl.
"From what I remember," Santana tucked his hair behind his ear and whispered softly on his lips. "You like me naughty." She quickly bit on his bottom lip and skipped away from him, reclaiming her innocence.
"Santana? Really?" Sam was still frozen on the lockers when Mercedes made her presence known. God hates me, Sam thought.
"How long have you been standing there?" Sam asked.
"Long enough." Mercedes shrugged while strutting towards him.
"We don't have a session today, you know." Sam spun the knob on his combination and began to walk. Mercedes followed.
"That's not what you told Santana." Sam huffed and pulled his book bag over his shoulder.
"Mercedes—"
"Why her? She's so…evil." Mercedes visibly shuddered thinking about the cruel mistress. Sam smiled at her.
"No one really says 'no' to Santana." Couldn't argue with that.
"I guess that's true. You know what else is true? Before we go any further with our lessons, I'm gonna need you to get tested. I don't know what that thing gave you." Mercedes teased.
Sam pretended to be offended, "I get tested every three months, thank you!" While Mercedes laughed at him, Sam screwed up his face in disgust before saying to himself, "God, I really am a slut."
"I guess I can understand though. A little slice like her-" Sam stood to face Mercedes.
"I thought we went over this. Although its true that the girl is as mean as she is attractive, you're absolutely wonderful, Mercedes. Everything about you." Mercedes made a soft smile and they continued to walk again.
"So, do you guys have a good 'relationship'?" Mercedes made air quotes.
"Well, I kinda hate Santana so each time we have sex its really…aggressive, why am I telling you this?"
"Because, I'm interested." A lingering question bounced back and forth in Mercedes head until it escaped through her mouth.
"...Are you going to sleep with other girls while you help me?" Sam sighed and turned to Mercedes. He had a feeling something like this would happen because Mercedes was so new to casual relationships.
"Listen, there's another rule that I forgot to mention to you." Mercedes looked at him serious. "This," Sam gestured a hand between the two of them, "is no strings attached. What I mean by that is I am not your boyfriend and you are not my girlfriend. You cannot dictate what I do with other girls in my spare time and I cannot tell you what boys you can go out with." Mercedes started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked, arms folded.
"Nothing," Mercedes said, still laughing, "It's just the way you said 'I'm not your boyfriend' reminded me of Chowder. It's a kid's cartoon." When Mercedes was finished with her private joke, she sighed and looked up at him, "Plus, I already knew that."
"Okay, good." Sam's mouth pulled a smile.
"Good." They walked together down the hall in silence, before Sam made it to the exit.
"You're staying after school today?" Sam asked Mercedes who quickly told him goodbye.
"Yeah, my friend's starting his fashion club. I better be there so he can take the attendance of one." Mercedes was about to continue running down the hall before Sam called out to her again.
"Hey, remember!" Mercedes turned around, her skirt turning with her. "I'm not your boyfriennddd!" Mercedes made a surprised squeal and clapped at his performance while Sam grinned at her cheekily before waving goodbye to her.
A/N: Yeah, I hope the analysis above helped somewhat and I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading and reviews are amazing.