I Hate To Love You! Chapter 4, a glee fanfic

Hello lovelies...back again. Thanks again to all you wonderful readers, followers and alerters. You are all beautiful!

Thank you to all my reviewers. I am so thankful to each and every one of you for your encouraging reviews and your suggestions. Speaking of suggestions...I would like to acknowledge Velvet Maxi for suggesting something be done re: Britney's pathetic comments...so I have dedicated a few lines to addresses her silliness. I hope it's ok.

To Tara and Rose...Always dedicating my story to you both.

Sorry about the mistakes...I so hope it's understandable...lol.

Disclaimer: Yep don't own the characters but I do love them especially samcedes :)

Chapter 4: I Hate To Love You!

Mercedes slept quietly as Sam held her hand. She indeed felt safe with him near. The way he was making her feel was beyond anything Mercedes had imagined. And his declaration on feeling something for Mercedes in return sent her into a spin as thousands of thoughts crowded her mind. Does he really like me? Is he saying what I think he's saying? Do I even dare to hope that he feels something more for me? Hang on…what does his something mean?

Sam feared no better. He was swooning from her declaration. Sure it wasn't a declaration of unrequited love, but Sam didn't care. She feels something for me and that is good enough, he thought as he drifted into slumber land.

Suddenly their peaceful siesta was interrupted by the drone of Mercedes i-phone.

Responding to the call half dazed Mercedes whispered, "hello?"

"Dam it chickita why in the hell didn't you tell me you were in hospital!" Santana cried.

Mercedes could hear the anxiousness, tinged with absolute sadness, in her dear friend's voice.

"You should have called me! I'm on my way and you best give me some answers Diva! I am so freakin angry at you for not telling me you were feeling unwell this morning. Dam it Mercedes Jones I'm gonna slap some dam sense into you…I'll be there in five!" She screamed and then abruptly hung up.

Mercedes chuckled at Santana's outburst, and sat up upon her bed readying herself for a plethora of Santana's cusses to bombard her.

Sam slowly rose running his hand through his locks and smiled, "that was the best sleep I have had in a long time."

Mercedes returned his smile and then grimaced, "Keep that positive thought in mind cos Santana's on her way and she is not a happy camper."

"Oh dam it! I forgot to tell her!" Sam grieved, "she's gonna kill me!"

"Don't worry Sam," Mercedes smiled assuredly patting his arm, "Santana's bark is always worse than her bite."

Suddenly…"ARGGGGGHHHH!" A chilling scream filled the air, "what the hell happened to you this time, my queen?!" An overly dramatic Puck threw himself towards Mercedes and quickly took her into an embrace, tears filling his orbs. He was soon joined by a shocked Finn Hudson who speedily ran to the other side of the bed, purposely pushing Sam to the side as he saddled up close to his dream girl.

"Well, Well, well!" Santana stood menacingly at the hospital room doorway eying the three dreamers and witnessing the pathetic scene before her, as an anxious Tina etched her way passed Santana and gave Mercedes a warm embrace. "If it ain't the three stooges…" Santana shrieked, "How could you Diva, I am your best friend and even these clowns knew before me dam it!" She huffed.

Mercedes smiled uneasily at Santana and gave her a pleading look, hoping she would understand, then rolled her eyes and grimaced, "If it helps...I never told any of them...so don't you get all angry with me Tana!"

Santana was incredibly angry at being the last to know of her best friend's predicament, however, this soon dissipated as she took in the sad form of her dear friend.

Immediately pushing Puck to the side she ran to her friend and held her. Then she whispered quietly in her dear friend's ear as she took in Sam's disheveled appearance, "I told you trouty had the hot's for you!"

Mercedes slapped her playfully on the arm and sniggered, "you never give up do you Tana?"

"Not till you two are happy little guppies in a pond of love," she whispered and then winked knowingly at Sam.

Mercedes giggled at her friend's declaration and chuckled at the sight of the bedraggled lot. She smiled at Santana, as she eyed the three stooges menacingly. Then turned to look at Tina who lay at her feet. Then at Puck who fussed and preened before her and Finn who angrily tried to intercept Pucks every move to cater to Mercedes. Finally she looked at Sam, yes even Sam Evans, who sat quietly yet patiently beside her. Mercedes Jones beamed as she realized that the people in her tiny hospital room were her closest and dearest friends, the type of friends one would have for life. Mercedes felt so loved and appreciated and so very blessed.

…

Mercedes spent a couple of days in hospital and was soon released after taking a number of tests.

As she walked down the hall she spotted Sam and instantly smiled. Quickly picking up the pace she ran toward Sam but stopped in her tracks as she saw the scrawny form of Britney Pierce slowly tracing her hands up Sam's back and kissed him gently on the nape of his neck.

Mercedes eyes filled with tears. Why do you punish yourself Jones? She admonished herself. Why? Then turned and walked sadly out the school doors.

…..

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam screamed, as he grimaced at the touch of Britney's hands tracing his back and feeling the touch of her lips on the nape of his neck.

"Back the hell away from me! What the hell are you doing?" Sam growled.

"Oh Sam, you know you want me!" Britney whispered, "I'm your one and only remember," she smiled, slipping her arms around his waist.

Sam pushed her away, "what the hell? Look you are seriously deranged?"

Britney pouted and huffed, "you aren't still into Unique are you?" she giggled.

Sam saw red, "shut the hell up about that, that wasn't funny then and it aint funny now!"

"Well you thought it was funny once upon a time," she smirked.

"I NEVER thought it was funny, I was trying to humor you and I was just trying to kill my love for Mercedes!" Sam angrily declared. "I never want to hear you compare Wade and Mercy at all! If you do it one more time then I will tell everyone about Lord Tubbington!"

"WHAT?!" Britney gasped.

"Yes!" Sam smirked and then giggled, "I will tell everyone that your precious LORD is actually a DUCHESS!"

"N-No you wouldn't!" Britney gasped.

"Try me!" Sam grinned and walked off, waving Britney away, "and don't touch me again either, you were never the one! I only said it cos I was in this dumbing down place in my life, the only 'one' for me is Mercedes Jones, so shut the hell up and stay out of my life!"

Britney gaped and then sneered, "I will get you Sam Evans! I will make you pay!"

…

Sam was happy to see Mercedes back on her feet and couldn't wait for her return to school. As he sat, quietly listening to Mr Scheuster's fantastic rendition of Bach Sam eagerly looked at his watch awaiting Mercedes soon return.

Finally, he heard the familiar sounds of skidding crutches along the hardened floor and Sam smiled standing to greet his dear…um…what was she? Love? Beautiful dream? Or dare he say it…f-friend?

On approaching the door Sam was greeted with Mercedes beautiful smile and as his gaze moved to her left, the annoyingly happy grin of one Artie Abram's.

"What the hell is he still doing with her?" Sam grimaced and shoved his hands in his pocket trying so hard to refrain from taking Mercedes in his arms.

"Hey everyone!" Artie chortled, interrupting Scheusters boring rant.

Finn groaned rolling his eyes at Artie while Puck gave Artie the middle finger salute. Santana jumped up to greet her friend, Quinn giggled at the boys antics and Britney twirled her blonde locks and looked into vacant land not taking anything in except Sam Evans.

Mercedes smiled as Scheuster took her into an uncomfortable embrace and welcomed her back to the fold. Mercedes cringed at his feigned concern. She hated Scheuster, all the years she had been in Glee he never allowed her to showcase her talents. Only one person clouded Schuesters' vision and she wasn't even worth mentioning. Mercedes pulled out of the uncomfortable embrace and made her way to her chair, a cheerful Artie willing and waiting to attend to her every need.

Sam looked on and uncomfortably sat in a chair immediately behind the both of them. Biting his bottom lip he looked disgustingly at Artie and inwardly challenged himself, "Tell Mercedes Jones how you feel Sam Evans, tell her how you truly feel!"

…..

Shut up, shut up, shut up! Sam screamed from within and cringed as he listened to Artie rant and rave about Mercedes Jones.

"I was so worried about her Sam, I was stuck in Los Angeles and I couldn't do a thing, thank God you and the gang were there to support her. I was so angry I couldn't be there but as soon as I got back to Lima I went straight to her house and-"

Sam stopped listening to his ex-friends rants, he had been talking nonstop about Mercedes and he really didn't give a dam about what Artie had to say.

Just shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Sam inwardly snarled, desperately trying to contain the rage which swirled within him. And then it happened, it wasn't meant to, but it just happened.

"SHUT THE HELL UP ARTIE! I'm sick of listening to you rant on about you and Jones!" Sam screamed his veins on his neck noticeably visible.

"Whoa…what the hells with you Sam?" Artie grimaced, "I know you hate diva but c'mon, there's no need to-"

"Are you blind or something?!" Sam gawped, "Are you the only one who doesn't know or do you just choose to be blind?"

"What? Know what?" Artie gaped.

"I DON'T hate Mercedes dam it! Far from it, it's the total opposite!" Sam screamed and frustratingly paced to and fro before an astounded Artie.

"W-what the hell!" Artie gasped, "how can you say that? You dam well treated her like the plague and all of a sudden you are what…in love with her or something? I don't dam well believe you?!"

"Well believe it Artie, Mercedes and I love each other!" Sam declared. He knew he was stepping over the mark right now but he truly knew he loved her and was sure she felt the same.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Artie screamed becoming more and more agitated by Sam's declaration.

"When did she tell you this?" Artie gawped.

"Um…well…she never…um…" Sam backtracked, wringing his hands.

"SO…." Artie glared, "she never said she loved you?" Artie then crossed his arms and began to methodically gather his thoughts.

"Um…ur…I…it's just a matter of time, we feel something for each other," Sam bit his bottom lip.

Artie readjusted his glasses and smirked, "So Sammie boy, now you think you are in 'something' with Princess do you? Is that how you were 'something' like desperately in love with Santana? and then Britney was 'something' like your soul mate for life until Quinn crossed your path and you were 'something' like smitten with her? Well guess what Sammie boy? I ain't no push over. Princess and I go way back and I would rather have her with Puck than let her have anything to do with you! You are an indecisive ass and you are the last person I want my princess with. Yeah, her and I may just be friends for now, but ain't no way no how are you gonna end up with Princess. She deserves someone who will treat her like a princess…not the way you treated her in the past and definitely not how you will probably treat her in the future."

Then Artie turned and trundled off in the opposite direction and grimaced to himself, game on Sam Evans! He brayingly thought, Cos ain't no way am I gonna lay down and let your sorry ass be anywhere near my Princess. And then abruptly gave Sam the middle finger salute as he disappeared around the corner.

Sam watched as Artie turned the corner and eyed him menacingly and thought, game on you little ass, game on Abram's!

….

"Why the hell are you listening to Artie, you and Sam just declared you had something goin on and now you are hangin with Artie?" Santana huffed.

"Oh Tana!" Mercedes grimaced, "Sam could have meant anything by feeling 'something,' besides, now that I'm out of hospital I think I've come to my senses, I think Sam Evans is playing me, I saw him with Britney the other day!"

"WHAT…c'mon? Britney? I see how he looks at you! Stop denying it Diva! You dam well know what he meant by something!" Santana screamed frustratingly running her hand through her dark locks.

Mercedes bit her bottom lip and frowned.

"Artie thinks he's too indecisive," Mercedes whispered.

"What the HELL does Artie know?" Santana growled.

"Look Tana, you know that Artie has never been cruel to me, he has always been solid and I really respect his judgement," Mercedes stated looking decisively at Santana. "Besides, I think he may be right, Sam did say that Britney was his true love!" She grimaced.

"Sam is in love with YOU!" Santana screamed taking her friend by the arms and physically shaking her.

"Ok Tana, if you think Evans is the 'one' for me then how about telling me this…why is it that he has treated me like rubbish if he was so in love with me? And not just once but three times…and…How is it that if I was the 'one' as you put it, why was he declaring someone else as his 'true love' and to make it worse…dated YOU?! Does that mean that he only dated you cos he loved me? C'mon Tana, It's just too ridiculous!" Mercedes growled.

Santana shook her head and grimaced. She had absolutely nothing to say.

"I thought so…" Mercedes frowned, "now, no more of the Sam Evans thing…lets go to class, I only have a few more weeks and then Sam Evans will be out of my hair." Mercedes smiled taking her now dumfounded friend by the hand.

…..

Artie kept his promise; he became more and more calculated in ensuring Sam had nothing to do with his princess. He also ensured that he attended every practice he and Mercedes had, even though Artie wished that Mercedes didn't revise her decision to work with Sam again.

Four weeks had passed before they worked in the school studio recording the song they had chosen for their performance.

"Ok Princess, let's start from the top and finish at the end of the chorus!" Artie smiled as he manipulated the controls in the recording studio.

Mercedes beamed placed her earphones on, sat in the sound booth, closed her eyes and began to sing the first verse and then the chorus.

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

Mercedes sang from her heart, opening her eyes her brown orbs met Sam's sad green orbs, it had been so long since they had talked and despite her declaration to Santana, Mercedes still felt something for him, even though she didn't want to. She so wanted to speak alone with Sam. Sam had been constantly texting her. He waited at her locker everyday to speak to her, but Artie was always around to intervene or Mercedes would get Santana to collect her things. Mercedes could feel Sam around her even when she couldn't physically see him. Does Sam really feel the same way about me? She pondered; does he feel as deep as I do for him?

Just then her thoughts were interrupted.

"Fabulous princess, let's print that!" Artie chortled.

Then Artie looked at Sam and grimaced, "Right Evans! Now you have to sing the harmony to the chorus!"

Sam walked apprehensively toward the booth, his heart pounding as he approached Mercedes side and nervously slid into the chair next to her.

Sam bit his lip and gave a small lopsided grin and placed the earphones on.

"Ok Evans… in 5, 4, 3, 2 and…"

Sam began to sing the harmony to the chorus and shyly looked at Mercedes. They hadn't been alone for fout weeks and Sam missed her so much. Every time he tried to talk to her Artie would intervene or she seemed to be avoiding him. Sam so wanted to beat the living daylights out of Artie, but he knew he was just trying to look out for Mercedes. A part of Sam had to agree with Arties comments. Sam had really stuffed up. He had declared Britney to be his true love and had dated a myriad of girls. Sam rolled his eyes, Hell Evan's BRITNEY? He grimaced as he rued his dreadful choices.

Shyly peering at her through his long locks Sam blushed. Being near Mercedes was a wonderful feeling. Sam smiled as he sang the chorus.

The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

"Ok that's a print…" Artie smiled, but not at Sam, "Evans you have the last verse to record and that's a wrap." Artie couldn't wait for the wrap of Mercedes and Sam's project. The sooner Mercedes was away from Sam the better, Artie adamantly decided.

Sam closed his eyes and sang from the heart, feeling Mercedes presence around him.

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Try as they may they can never define
What's being said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

"Greaaat!" Artie chuffed, "that's a wrap, now-"

Suddenly Arties phone alerted him to an incoming call. "One moment please," he grimaced, "I have to take this. Won't be long princess," he smiled, giving Mercedes a quick wink.

Artie inadvertently stood and made his way to the door.

Mercedes and Sam sat in silence, uncomfortable silence.

Sam bit his bottom lip and rejoiced at the small time God had allowed them to share.

"Mercedes?" Sam apprehensively whispered, "I meant what I said in the hospital."

Mercedes was silent at first and then stumbled."I d-did too Sam, but are you sure Sam? You and Britney seemed pretty um… I…um,"

"Britney? What are you talking about?" Sam grimaced.

"Well I saw you and…"

"So that's why you've' been avoiding me Mercy?"

Mercedes lowered her head and smiled bashfully, "I'm sorry I haven't really spoken to you, I saw Britney and then Artie told me he doesn't think I should hang around with you anymore, I-I shouldn't have listened to him but…I thought you were playing me and I-I really respect Artie…anyway…um…Sam…I'm sorry," Mercedes blabbed and then added, "Sam...um…I need to know, what did you mean by feeling something? What is the something you feel Sam, I need to know, I need to be sure...Sam I-"

"Ok…that's a wrap you two, and adios Evans..." Artie smirked, "I'll send you a copy of the CD," he mockingly grinned and held out his hand toward Mercedes.

Sam began to freak, "OMG…we have finished?! We've finished out project! I-I won't be near her anymore except on the night of the performance?!" Sam felt like he was going to faint but then rectified that thought by encouraging himself to stay staunch, "be cool Evans, don't, freak out…don't freak out don't-"

It was too late. Sam was obviously freaking out. He began pacing back and forth, quietly mumbling to himself, "you can do this Evans, it will be ok! It will be o-"

Then he slumped down into a vacant chair and frustratingly ran his hands through his blonde locks, trying so hard to prevent tears from emerging. Sam Evans was NOT ok.

Mercedes looked sadly at Sam, took Arties hand and looked into his eyes, "Artie, you know that I respect your views?"

Artie smiled knowing what Mercedes wanted to do and gently moved a strand of hair which covered her eyes, Mercedes Jones still was not officially his girlfriend but he was determined to be there for her no matter what, even if she wanted his idiot ex-friend.

"Artie, thank you for trying to protect me but...I need to talk to Sam, I really need to settle things," Mercedes smiled and then gently stroked his cheek.

Artie rolled his eyes and grimaced, "Princess you know I only want the best for you?"

"I know Artie, I know," she smiled.

Artie smiled softly and held her hand, "I will wait for you outside princess," and kissed her on her forehead.

"Ok, I won't be long," Mercedes smiled and then turned to a babbling Sam.

"Ahmmm….Evans?" She gulped, looking down at Sam as he babbled incoherently to himself about how idiotic he truly was.

Sam turned toward her in astonishment, "Um…Mercedes? what? Are we gonna talk?"

"Yeah Sam," she whispered, "yeah we will talk, its four weeks overdue Sam…" She giggled, "Will you please meet me at my home after school Sam."

"Y-yeah…" Sam smiled, eagerly nodding his head.

"Is 5 o'clock ok?" Mercedes breathed.

"Yeah M-Mercy I'll be there," Sam grinned.

Mercedes smiled and made her way to the door, "I wish you enough Sam Evans," she smiled

Sam beamed from ear to ear at her declaration, "I wish you enough Mercy, I wish you enough too!"

As she exited Sam jumped up and down power punching the air, "YESSS," he screamed, "YESSS!"

…

"Hey Sam,"

"Hey Mrs Jones, Mercy…um I mean Mercedes wanted to see me," Sam chortled nervously clutching the bouquet of roses he had brought for Mercedes.

"Yeah, just go on up to her room. Mercedes felt a little tired after school today, we had to go to the hospital to get more tests done and we should know the results in a few days so if you could keep it short I would very much appreciate it Sam," Then she winked, "love the roses Sam, Mercedes will love them," she chuffed.

"Thanks.. and Ok Mrs Jones." Sam smiled and then quietly ascended the stairs. Knocking on Mercedes door he waited for her reply.

"Come in," a quiet whisper emanated from within.

"Hey Mercy," Sam smiled entering. His heart sank as he took in Mercedes tired eyes and lethargic persona.

Mercedes sat up, "Hey Evans," she smiled and began to slowly move off the bed.

"No Mercy, just stay there. It's ok, lie down, you look tired." He grimaced and then smiled, "I brought you some flowers."

Mercedes whispered, "Oh thank you so much Sam," she smiled, and the sighed, "yeah, I do feel a little tired Sam but we need to talk Sam."

"Look Mercy, We don't have to, just lie down, it's ok," Sam breathed taking her hand.

"Are you sure Sam?"

"Yeah," Sam smiled as he watched Mercedes lay her head on her pillow.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time Sam, but I should feel better tomorrow," she tiredly smiled and patted his hand.

Sam grinned at the touch of Mercedes hand on hers, those feelings still remained and they were as strong as ever.

"I will come and see you tomorrow," Sam whispered.

"Or I might see you at school Sammy, I think I will be ok by the morning," Mercedes beamed.

"I hope so," Sam breathed and stood to collect his back pack.

As Sam neared the entrance Mercedes whispered, "Sam before you go can I tell you something."

"Yeah Mercy," Sam smiled and returned to her side sitting attentively next to her as she lay on the bed.

"I've been thinking Sam…and I'm sorry," Mercedes sighed.

"What…what are you sorry for Mercy?"

"…for being mean to you all these years. I am truly sorry Sam," Mercedes whispered looking toward him.

"You don't have to be sorry, it was my fault. EVERYTHING was my fault. I'm sorry Mercy, so sorry," Sam frowned.

Mercedes took his hand.

Sam held it as those familiar feelings coursed between them.

"Sam do you still feel that?"

"Yes I do Mercy; every time I touch you I feel it."

"Sam, why do we feel that?"

"I don't know but I think-"

"Sam…" Mercedes interrupted and smiled, "I'm gonna tell you something, but you have to promise me you will not laugh at me or freak out, actually you have to promise me you won't say a word."

"Ok!" Sam crossed his fingers and smirked.

Mercedes chuckled and playfully hit his arm and then looked into his beautiful emerald eyes.

"Sam," she smiled, "you probably don't remember this, but the first day I met you I think I fell in love with you."

Sam opened his mouth to talk.

"You promised Sam!" Mercedes grimaced.

"Ok," he whispered in return.

"Did you know I use to follow you and try to sit near you all the time," Mercedes chuckled.

Hell! Sam thought snickering to himself, I thought it was me doing that to you!

"Don't laugh at me Sam, I know it's desperate but don't laugh at me," she chuckled and pushed him upon his chest.

Sam opened to say the words he had wanted to say for four years.

"You promised Sam!" she teased.

"Anyway, I think that's partially why I hated you so much because I knew you never liked me, so I'm sorry Sam, I am so sorry I treated you horribly. You are a nice guy Sam. One of the sweetest guys I've ever met."

Sam opened his mouth again, he couldn't be silent not when she had declared how she felt all those years.

But then Mercedes placed her hand on his lips and sighed, "I feel so tired Sam, I need to sleep," Mercedes tiredly declared.

But Sam needed to say what he deemed was one of the most important things in his life, "Mercy, I need to tell you something."

Mercedes closed her eyes, and gently touched his cheek.

"M-Mercy, I felt the same way when I first met you, I remember every single word you said to me that day and I even remember what you were wearing a-and I really wanted you to show me where to go but I was scared of you cos you weren't what I had planned for and I knew that if I stayed near you I would fall in love with you…but I did anyway, you know…fall in love with you!" Sam blabbered not even remembering what he just declared.

Mercedes gasped, looked deeply into Sam's eyes and knew that all he declared was true. Then she furrowed her brow. "Um…what do you mean I wasn't what you planned for?"

"Um…Mercy…can I just shut up right now just in case I stuff everything up again?" Sam shyly replied.

Mercedes smiled, "soooo….Evans, you felt the same way as I did? I knew I wasn't going mad," she chuffed and then quietly yawned.

Sam smiled as he etched closer to Mercedes and placed an arm around her waist, "Mercedes Jones…" he whispered, "I have wanted to say this for such a long time, I l-love you. I love you with all my heart," he breathed looking into her beautiful doe like orbs.

"Sam Evans," Mercedes smiled, stroking his cheek, "I love you too," then she chuckled, "but I think we may have started on the wrong foot," she giggled.

Sam jumped up and ran to the door.

"What are you doing Sam?" Mercedes furrowed her brows.

"Ok, Mercy, I'm just gonna go outside your door and when your ready yell out, ACTION!" Sam grinned.

"Um…ok?!" Mercedes pouted.

Sam ran out the door with his back pack and waited.

"Um…action!" Mercedes giggled from within.

Sam entered and walked around the room, holding an imaginary paper in his hand and pretending he was looking for something.

Mercedes knew exactly what he was doing and continued lying upon her bed as giant grin enveloped her.

"Excuse me!" She whispered, "Are you alright? Can I help you?"

"Um…I'm looking for my first class, and I think I'm lost, I'm new here yah know," Sam grinned giving Mercedes a wink.

"Hmmm let me see that," she smiled taking the imaginary paper as Sam saddled up next to her and lay beside her.

"Oh that's easy, but firstly, you are going the wrong way…" she pouted, "would you like me to show you where to go?"

"Yes please…" Sam smiled, moved closer to Mercedes and whispered in her ear. "By the way, my name is Sam Evans and…I love you."

Mercedes giggled, "oh…and I'm Mercedes Jones and I love you too!"

Sam bit his bottom lip and then brushed his lips gently against Mercedes. Brown doe like orbs were soon engulfed in green emeralds as the two kissed deeply and longingly. This was the kiss Sam had wanted from the moment he met her. A kiss Mercedes felt all the way to her heart.

"Beautiful!" they both declared in unison as they finally pulled apart in need of oxygen.

Closing her eyes, she held Sam tight and smiled, "Now that that's over and done with," she giggled, "will you stay with me Sam till I fall asleep?"

"Yes Mercy," Sam whispered, as she leant her head on his chest.

Sam encircled his arms around her and closed his eyes, Lord if this is a dream don't wake me please, he breathed.

Sam held her tight and kissed her lightly on her head.

"Mercy,"

"Yes Sam,"

Did you notice the song I chose for our performance Mercy?

"Yeah, it's a beautiful song…" then she chuckled, "but I got a little self-conscious cos I thought it was a message for me to shut the hell up!"

"Oh Mercy," Sam grimaced and rolled his eyes, "you were supposed to listen to all the words, not just 'you say it best when you say nothing at all!"

"Oh!" Mercedes snickered.

"I-I had another song I wanted to sing to you for our project that would tell me how I felt about you and it kind of explains why I've been such a douche. Can I…Can I sing you the song I really wanted to sing to you Mercy?"

"Yeah, that would be nice Sam."

Sam held Mercedes tight and began to sing the song he had wanted to sing that would finally convey his feelings toward her and the reasons for his absolutely stupid behavior.

You've got me walking upon air
And I'm afraid of heights
You fill my days with thoughts of you
Then rob my sleep at night
I see another side of me
When you come into view
I hate the way I love you
But I do

I hate the way I miss you
Every time you're not around
And the way you've got me thinking
It's time to settle down
I tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I hate the way I love you
But I do

I always used to pride myself
I never lost control
When I felt I was in too deep
I'd pack my heart and go
Now I fall all to pieces
At the thought of losing you
I hate the way I love you
But I do

Mercedes smiled as he sang and soon knew the answer to her question when he said she wasn't what he planned for. Mercedes snuggled closer to him and held him close.

I tried to fight the feeling
But this time there's no use
I uhate the way I love you
But I do

Oh I hate the way I love you
But I do

Listening to the soft purr of Mercedes as she slept Sam begrudgingly slid his arms from her embrace, pulled the covers over her and kissed her gently on the forehead. Then he stood quietly, gathered his possessions, stopped and gently moved the hair that was covering her eyes and tucked it behind her ear.

"I'll see you tomorrow Mercy, I wish you enough Mercedes Jones," he smiled, "I love you."

Sorry again for any mistakes, I hope this was ok. Thanks so much once again for reading and for reviewing...You are legend :) Blessings always :)