Mercedes Confessional
Tina and Kurt are the best. We clicked so fast. I didn't think I'd meet people that could potentially be life long friends but they could be it. Mike seems really nice and sweet. I can see why Tina loves him. Rachel is probably ok she needs to loosen up a little bit. Quinn and I could probably be friends but I don't think that's going to happen because she sees all girls as competition but I doubt she sees me that way. It's just as well she doesn't have anything I want. I have no idea what to make of Sam. I get that he's a flirt but last night when he climbed into bed with me in just his boxer briefs I almost died. I know Kurt died. He spent most of the night making out with Quinn and I know Rachel slept on the couch last night. Why was he in my bed when a willing and waiting Quinn was down the hall? What happens now? How are we supposed to act today? I'm just going to let myself enjoy the attention and see what happens.
"Morning Mercedes."
"Good morning, Sam." He looked at her over his coffee cup.
"How did you sleep? I had an awesome sleep, I think it was the company." Mercedes laughed and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"How did Quinn feel about your company last night?" Sam laughed. He looked confused.
"How would I know how she felt? Why would I care?" Sam answered honestly.
"You do know that she thought that you guys were going to hook up last night. She made Rachel sleep on the couch!" Mercedes watched Sam's face trying to catch him in a lie.
"I'm sorry Rachel slept on the couch. Quinn shouldn't have assumed we were going to do anything other than make out. I never implied otherwise." Mercedes laughed at his boy logic. Of course he didn't believe that making out was an indication of anything else. She put her coffee cup in the dishwasher and went in search of Kurt and Tina to get ready for their shopping trip.
Sam Confessional
I love this! All of this. Hot girls and a very cool dude to hang with, it's awesome. Everyone here is so cool including that Rachel girl who really needs to relax. Having Mike be here is like having a constant wing man who isn't trying to snake you because he's so into a girl that he doesn't even realize it. I know he likes Tina. It's obvious. Kurt is a really cool guy. I've never met a guy who dresses as well as he does. Quinn is beautiful and fun. She isn't really my type but if a girl wants to make out who am I to tell her no? Mercedes is beautiful and that ass. Oh my god that ass. For some reason she thinks I'm just being very friendly. I guess I am but I can't help it, she is fine and I think I could really like her. But that doesn't matter cause I'm just here to make some good friends and maybe kiss some hot girls.
Quinn didn't wake up until Rachel came in the next morning to get clothes. She was angry at herself for falling asleep before Sam joined her. Rachel looked at Quinn stretching and watched her look around the room.
"Rachel, thanks for giving me and Sam alone time last night." Rachel gave her a confused look.
"What are you talking about? Sam didn't sleep in here last night. He stayed in Kurt, Tina and Mercedes room." Quinn looked at Rachel with disbelief in her eyes.
"You're lying. If he didn't sleep here why didn't you sleep in your own bed?"
"I didn't know until this morning. I saw him leave their room in his boxer briefs." Quinn scowled at Rachel and threw her covers off and went in search of Sam. He was laying beside the pool talking to Mike. Neither of them saw her approach and it wasn't until she was standing at the end of Sam's chaise did he see her.
"Hey, Quinn. You want to go for a swim?" Sam asked smile on his face.
"No, Sam. I want to know what happened last night." Quinn's green eyes were angry. Mike got comfortable and wondered how his new friend would get out of this.
"What do you mean, Quinn?" Quinn felt her blood boil and she clenched her fists. She didn't know if he was being deliberately obtuse or if he really had no idea what she was talking about.
"Sam, where were you last night? I thought we were going to hang out in my room after the club." Sam smiled at her openly.
"Did we say that? I was a little drunk and don't really remember." Quinn was disarmed by his smile, but she wasn't sure she believed him.
"No, we didn't. I just thought you would want to. It's not a big deal. Can I talk to you inside, please?" Sam's internal alarm went off. He knew he was not going to like what she was going to say. He followed her into the kitchen and waited for her to speak.
"You didn't have to hide last night. I wasn't going to hunt you down. I'm sure the girls and Kurt didn't want you sleeping on their floor." Sam looked at Quinn unsure of what to say. He didn't want to lie to her and he wanted to make sure she knew he wasn't hiding.
"I wasn't hiding. I slept in the Fab 3's room because I wanted to, and not on the floor. I shared Mercedes bed." Quinn couldn't believe what he had just said. Why would he want to be with her when she was waiting? Then she realized what was happening. She was moving to fast and he needed separation. Not a problem for her, she decided she would wait for him to realize they were perfect together.
Mike Confessional
Sam is a good guy. I like him but he's getting in over his head with the Quinn situation. Girls like her don't like being blown off especially for other girls. I wish I had gone with the Fab 3 so I wouldn't have had to witness 'conniving eyes' Quinn. I hope he knows what he's doing.
Tina sat down at a table with Mercedes and Kurt. She was having more fun than she thought she'd be having on the second day. But the Fab 3 as Sam had dubbed them felt like friends she'd had forever. Because of that feeling she had no trouble asking Mercedes about Sam.
"So, Mercy, what was last night about? When he stripped down to his boxer briefs I thought I was in an alternate dimension." Kurt nodded his head.
"I wanted to take pictures just to prove he was real." Mercedes tried to downplay the entire situation. She hadn't told them about the shot at the bar. She figured they would want to analyze and over analyze his intentions. Mercedes figured Sam didn't have any intentions. He just said the most outrageous thing that he could think of, threw on that sexy smirk and watched girls fall all over him.
"You guys are overreacting. Tina, you know that Mike has just as nice a body as Sam." Tina shook her head in disagreement.
"I'm not overreacting. I've never ever seen Mike in his underwear and I've known him for years. You've known Sam a full day and he's crawling into bed with you in almost no clothes." Mercedes knew Tina wasn't exaggerating but she didn't know what to think.
"I have no idea what is going on with Sam. He spent most of the night kissing Quinn and then he sleeps with me." Kurt shrugged his shoulders
"You shouldn't worry about what's going on with him. He clearly isn't interested in anything serious. You aren't either. He's cute, no he's hot as hell, and he apparently wants you, what's the problem?" Tina nodded her head vigorously and gave Kurt a dainty high five. Mercedes laughed.
"Seriously though you guys. How can he like both of us? We are nothing alike other than the fact that we're both girls." Tina shrugged.
"I think Sam likes everything about you and he only likes how she looks."
"She's right, Mercedes. Let's get back to the house and give Sam some more time with Mercy." When they got home Mercedes wasn't surprised to see Sam lounging around in his extremely low rise board shorts. She also wasn't surprised to see Quinn prancing around in her smallest bikini. Sam smiled and got to his feet, took Mercedes shopping bags from her and lead the way to her room. He threw himself onto her bed.
"I hope you bought something sexy to wear tonight, cause we're going out again."
"I think I have something."
"Good. Although it will be hard to look sexier than you did last night."
"Sam, you're crazy!'
"Crazy about you." She laughed and he froze. He couldn't believe he had just said that to her. She thought he was joking and he wasn't sure if he was but he wasn't going to tell her that.
"We should go out to dinner tonight before we go to the club. It'll be fun."
"Yeah, but before we leave the house you have to let me show you my special skill."
"Sam, I've only known you two days. And I don't think that is really considered a special skill." Sam laughed and in one fluid motion rose from her bed and wrapped her in a hug.
"Not that, and even if it's not a special skill it is something I'm very skillful at. I was talking about showing you why I'm the best bartender you know."
"Are you one of those performing bartenders?"
"No, I make drinks that I think capture who a person is on the inside. Not really I just say that to get good tips. I just make a drink that reminds me of the person. I know what you guys remind me of and I want you to try it."
"Sam, you're sounding pretty confident." He smiled a crooked at her.
"Trust me. I'm brilliant." He winked at her and left her in her room. Mercedes put her things away and joined the rest of her housemates in the living room. They were laughing and having a good time. Mercedes noticed Quinn sitting on the couch with her legs in Sam's lap. He was resting his forearms on her shins. Mercedes sat down between Kurt and Tina. Rachel was sitting on the floor at Mike's feet. Kurt clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
"Where should we go to eat?" Everyone called out their favorite types of food. No two people said the same thing. Frustration rose as they couldn't decide. Rachel who knew that by being a vegetarian in a house full of carnivores she would never win the argument solved the dispute.
"Why don't we all order take-out from where we want since we can't decide on a place." Mike reached down and patted Rachel's shoulder.
"Good idea. I'll get that stack of menus from the kitchen and I'll make the calls." Mike left the living room and Mercedes was trying to pretend that Sam and Quinn weren't bothering her.
"Kurt, did Sam tell you that he is going to be serving us all our own signature drinks before we leave the house tonight?"
"No, he didn't tell me that. Sam, is that true? You have given us signature drinks." Sam was aware of Kurt speaking he just didn't know what he was saying. Quinn was distracting him. When he first sat on the couch she put her legs in his lap. He didn't mind and it was just her calves on his thighs. Now though she had changed positions so that her knees were over his thighs and she was sitting pressed up against him. One of her arms was behind him playing with the hairs at the back of his neck the other arm resting on her leg. He kept sneaking looks at Mercedes trying to gauge what she thought of the situation. Kurt called his name and Sam realized he had missed almost everything he said.
"What did you say, Kurt?" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I asked you about these signature drinks." Sam smiled at Kurt and shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah, I have signature drinks for all of you. The drinks are a reflection of something I see inside you." Kurt and Tina shared a look as Mike reentered the living room menus in hand. He passed out each person's choice and sat down to look at his own menu. Everyone sat in silence for a moment then Mike wrote down everyone's order and left to call them in. he returned a few minutes later.
"Rachel, your place doesn't deliver, so I have to go pick it up."
"Thanks. I'll go with you." Tina looked at Rachel who was smiling at Mike. Both Mercedes and Kurt silently reassured Tina that Rachel was not going to be a problem. Across the room on the couch Quinn was trying to make the Fab 3 uncomfortable so they would leave her alone with Sam.
Kurt, Tina, Mercedes Confessional
Mercedes: I just want to say I love you guys. I'm so glad you're here. I like everyone here.
Kurt: Mercedes, it's just us. Be honest. You don't like everyone!
Tina: Yeah, Mercedes. You can tell us.
Mercedes: What are you talking about?
Kurt: Quinn, Mercedes, we're talking about Quinn! Tina and I are your friends and if you wanted to say she's all over Sam like cheap fabric we would listen.
Tina: Or if you wanted to say she was acting desperate you could and Kurt and I might even agree with you.
Kurt: Oh my gosh! Did you see how she draped herself over him? It was shameless and obvious.
Mercedes: Calm down. I don't care about that. Sam and Quinn can do what ever they want to do. I will say that I'd appreciate it if they didn't use the couch, that's gross. They both have beds.
Kurt: OK, if you don't have anything else to add. I for one can not wait for my signature drink. No one's ever made a drink that was for me for a specific reason.
Tina: I wonder what mine will be.
Mercedes: He says he's brilliant when it comes to doing this. I hope I like the drink.
Kurt: I can't wait to see how he uses this to flirt with you, Mercedes.
Tina: Exactly! I can't wait. It's what I'm most looking forward to.
Mercedes: Shut up
