Disclaimer: [I always forget to do these] I don't own Glee. If I did, everyone would despise me. Why? Because Rachel wouldn't be lead. Neither would Mercedes. No, they'd just be two amazing people with a great voice who share the spotlight with everyone else from Glee club. No songs that are used in the previous and following chapters are mine unless otherwise stated.
Note from moi: I want to thank you all for the reviews. I was overwhelmed by the amount of positive feedback. I actually got emotional, because it's my dream to write. I'm also really happy you all approve of my song selections, hopefully I'll continue to do a good job. My tumblr is: sirenscomecalling. I believe someone asked for it? I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope you don't hate me afterward. Although, I will admit that I made some pretty hard decisions. Putting myself in Mercedes' position, it was really hard to write a certain scene. Hopefully, I will have successfully made you feel what she's feeling! Sara -xxx-
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Safe & Sound
"Stop, stop." Mercedes pushed Sam gently away from her and ignored the hurt in his eyes. This was not going to happen. Not with him. The moment she had stepped out of the shower, wearing only a bathrobe that she was sure covered everything, he had been on her, kissing her as though they hadn't seen each other for days.
"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry." he sputtered nervously. A blush bloomed in his cheeks and she sighed. Their make-out session had once again taken a dramatic turn, and once again, she was the one to put the brakes. It wasn't that she didn't want to go any further, her body was screaming for more, but her head refused. The fact was, she wasn't thin or perfect. Normally it wouldn't matter, but this was different. What if he turned away at the sight of her? Sam had dated girls like Quinn and Santana... She knew he loved her but that didn't mean he couldn't be repulsed by her body. What if she lost him completely?
"No, I just..." she trailed off as she smoothed down her robe. "I don't want you to be disgusted." He frowned, confused. Then, slowly, his eyes widened as he began to understand.
There was no use saying she was beautiful. Even if Sam believed she was, she wouldn't appreciate it. He smiled. "You know Amy Pond?" Mercedes nodded and rolled her eyes at the Doctor Who reference. "She's married to this nerdy looking guy called Rory, right? Well, she once said 'Sometimes, you meet someone so beautiful – and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later they're as dull as a brick; but then there's other people. And you meet them and you think, 'Not bad, they're okay,' and then when you get to know them… Their face just sort of becomes them, like their personality's written all over it, and they just – they turn into something so beautiful.' I never really understood what she meant. I never loved someone that much. Then I got to know you." Mercedes looked up at him. He nodded and continued. "Suddenly every thing she said made sense. I don't know what other people see when they see you. But to me, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. How could I be disgusted by something so perfect?"
Mercedes smiled, and this time, he saw that she believed him. She kissed him gently and was surprised when he deepened the kiss in a spur of hunger. In that moment, she gave in to everything she had forced herself to resist. She wanted his hands on her, his firm body pressed against hers and the thrill of his heart beating against her own.
She was like fire under him, awakening needs and emotions he hadn't even known he had. Sam had meant to go slowly, to build anticipation as much for her pleasure as his own. But he couldn't. The moment she had pressed her lips against his, greed and need took over. He willed himself to relax, to savor. How she could ever think she wasn't good enough, he'd never understand. She was like a fantasy, the kind men thought up when they were alone, without the love of a woman to keep them sane. Tonight, she was a siren. With every sigh and moan, she threatened send him over the edge. He murmured her name as he skimmed his lips to her throat. She tensed when his hands found her robe belt. There was such intensity in his eyes, when Sam looked at Mercedes that she was momentarily shocked. Those green eyes were not only filled with desire, but acceptance that soothed her immediately. She circled his neck, and smiled encouragingly.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low.
In answer, Mercedes looked down, and unbelted her robe. "Make love with me, Sam?" she felt foolish. What a girly thing to say. But the way his eyes had darkened, told her had done everything right. The robe slithered to the floor, and he pulled her against him. Sam kissed her again, this time gently and reassuring as his trembling hands roamed her body. Neither objected when they tumbled onto the bed. She had never felt so beautiful.
SMSMSMSMSMMSMS
Santana walked into the Lima Bean with grim determination. A death sentence hung over the man who had woken her from a deep sleep and nagged her until she had accepted to meet him for coffee. That man was Shane Tinsley. Sure, she may be the hottest piece of ass at McKinley, but a girl still needed her beauty sleep. Urgent or not, Santana would have refused to meet him, but he offered coffee. Fresh coffee before a full day of school.
She saw him sitting by the window and rolled her eyes. What Mercedes saw in him, she'd never know. "What do you want?" she asked rudely as she neared the table.
Shane looked up from his coffee, startled. "Can you sit please?" he gestured to the seat in front of him, nervously. Sighing, Santana did so.
"Well?" she asked.
"First, I want to apologize for my part in the Breadstix incident." When Santana merely raised a brow, he continued. "It wasn't cool-"
"Get to the point." She fake-apologized enough to know when someone was doing the same.
"Mercedes and I talked, we're still together but she's still upset. She said she'll need a while before trusting me again."
"And you want me to put in a good word?" Santana laughed, outright.
"Or just tell me what to do to make us okay again." said Shane quickly.
Still laughing, Santana shook her head. Of all the things she had expected, this never even crossed her mind. It was ridiculous. Even Finn wouldn't be this stupid, and that was saying something. That boy was as forgetful and naive as they come, but he had the common sense not to ask Santana for help right after pissing her off. At least he actually apologized and genuinely tried to make things right after nearly ruining her life. But Shane came to her with a half-assed apology begging for help? Never.
"Listen closely," Santana leaned forward, smirking. "Word on the street is that Mercedes sees something in you. I wouldn't know, it's pretty hard to see past all that blubber. But I don't like you and all I want is for 'Cedes to leave your sorry ass. So I won't be helping you win her trust back. But, because I'm feeling generous let me give you a bit of advice. That burnt caterpillar you wear on your face, the one you call a mustache? Needs to be gone. I look at you and I'm not sure whether to talk to you, or Ted's ghost, because yes, Shane, the burnt caterpillar even has a name. It is distracting."
Shane stared at her through wide eyes. Obviously, he had not expected their meeting to take such a wrong turn. Judging by his expression, he had expected the latina to help him.
"And why would you ask me for help? Were you dropped repeatedly as a baby? Because that's the only explanation I can find for that fish-out-of-water look you have when you're shocked." Santana shrugged. "Don't you think it's a bit weird that your girlfriend doesn't let you get pass first base? Why don't you stop pining after the girl who's obviously not right for you and go after one that is?" Santana rolled her eyes and stood. "Keep the coffee offer. I have better things to do with my time than talk to you."
SMSMSMSMSMSMS
"I can't believe you talked me into this." Laughed Mercedes. Puck looked up from his guitar and grinned. They were in the choir, getting ready for their performance. He had come knocking on her door Saturday afternoon, talking about a duet.
"Come on, we haven't done a duet in a while. It'll be fun." he winked. "I think it's cool that we inspired Schue's lesson plan." he shrugged, and eyed her curiously. "Are you going to tell me what's up with you and Sam?"
Mercedes groaned. "No way. We aren't talking about this."
"Come on, Mama. Talk to me."
"How about you talk to me about Quinn?"
He sighed but shrugged. "I'll know soon enough."
The rest of the Glee club chose that moment to walk in the room, chatting happily about the weekend. They were followed by Mr. Schue, who gestured for Puck and Mercedes to take a seat.
"This week," he smiled, "is about Blues, Rockabilly and Rock&Roll. You know, Elvis!"
Rachel was the first to speak. "Blues? I'm sorry Mr. Schue, but that's not a style I'm comfortable with."
"Obviously you aren't comfortable with a lot of thing, like parting from that mustache for instance." retorted Santana. "I like this idea."
"This actually interesting." said Finn, earning a glare from Rachel.
"Look, if you really aren't that comfortable, don't sing. But if you do sing, Rachel, don't Barbra it up." said Mr. Schue. "Yes, Sam?"
"So, we can do any blues, Rockabilly or Rock&Roll song? Any at all?" he asked.
"Yes! And in addition to your solos, we'll be performing a group number from the king of Pop, Elvis Presley." Mr. Schue looked thrilled.
"What song?" asked Quinn.
"Jailhouse Rock." This earned a few cheers. "To start you off, Puck and Mercedes have worked on a little number!" The two students made their way to the front of the class."Take it away, guys!" said Mr. Schue happily, as he sat in Puck's vacated seat. Mercedes glanced at Puck and smiled. He gave her a slight nod when the music started. He was right. It had been a long time since they had a duet. She hadn't picked this song, he had, but she fully approved. Channeling Etta in Glee club wasn't something she had ever expected to do.
Something told me it was over
When I saw you and her talkin'
Something deep down in my soul said, 'Cry, girl'
When I saw you and that girl walkin' around
The class started cheering in the back, much to Puck's pleasure.
Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no
Whoo, so you see, I love you so much
That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby
Sam smiled as he watched her singing. Why Rachel always got the solos, he'd never understand. Mercedes was just as good as her, and in some styles, even better. This was one of those styles. But then he listened to her words and felt his smile falter.
Most of all, I just don't, I just don't wanna be free, no
Whoo, whoo, I was just, I was just, I was just
Sittin here thinkin', of your kiss and your warm embrace, yeah
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips now, baby
Revealed the tears that was on my face, yeah
Mercedes glanced at Puck as she sang those lines, realization striking her. Maybe he had picked this song randomly, but she felt like she was singing everything Sam was feeling. Way to go Puck, she thought grimly. Still, she smiled and when he walked to her, she wrapped an arm around his waist.
Whoo and baby, baby, I'd rather, I'd rather be blind, boy
Then to see you walk away, see you walk away from me, yeah
Whoo, baby, baby, baby, I'd rather be blind...
Puck winked at her and took over. They were all smiles as they swayed to the music.
I'd rather be a blind boy
Then to give you up
Don't you know that little girl I was running around with
was just a sideshow in my life?
He looked at her with such mock pleading that she couldn't help but laugh. She saw Sam frown from the corner of her eye, but kept her attention on Puck as he sang.
No, it wasn't nothing serious
I guess I was just a little delirious
I guess I lost my mind
But I'd rather be blind than to watch you go
Everyone laughed when she took a step back, and shook her head in exaggerated sadness. But Puck grabbed her hand, fighting a back a smile.
[Mercedes]
I don't want to go
[Puck]
I don't want to see you go
[Mercedes]
and I don't want you to go
[Puck]
I don't wanna go, please
[Mercedes]
and I don't want ya to leave baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby
[Puck]
And I'd rather be a blind boy
[Mercedes]
Don't walk away from me, baby
Please don't walk away from me
The class cheered, enjoying the performance. No one noticed Shane, who was watching from the hallway, his face twisted in an angry scowl. His fists clenched. This was just another reason to hate the New Directions. At least with the Troubletones, Mercedes had a chance to shine and there were no chances of her performing a duet with a guy.
[Mercedes]
Please don't leave me,
[Puck]
I wouldn't leave you for nothin' in this world
They ended the song laughing, despite the sad lyrics. Mr. Schue, blown away by the way the two had evidently enjoyed performing the number, was the first to go over and hug them. He was soon followed by the rest of the Glee club.
"See?" exclaimed Mr. Schue. "I want that kind of energy. Start practicing!"
There were collective nods and murmurs of agreement as everyone picked up their belonging and left the room, happily chatting about what song they would perform.
Waiting for her outside the choir room was Shane. He was angry. For what, she wasn't entirely certain but Mercedes assumed it had something to do with the duet. She had not talked to Sam in the last three days, so it couldn't be anything about that. He waited until the rest of the Glee club was far enough not to hear their conversation.
"What was that?" asked Shane, anger dripping in his tone. "I thought we were good?"
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "That was me, singing a duet with a friend."
"Did it have to be a love song?"
"For God's sake, Shane." exclaimed Mercedes. "Puck's a friend, who happens to have feelings for my sister. We were singing a duet, one I thought was pretty good. You always supported my singing before."
"Well, now it's different." he retorted.
"You're right." Mercedes nodded weakly. "You're worried about Sam. I'm not a cheat. Trust is a two way street, Shane."
"What about Puckerman?"
"What about him?" Was her duet really that bad? Sure the lyrics spoke of love, but she thought it was very clear that this was a duet between friends, with no implied message. She could not have even subconsciously given out any lovey dovey vibes because Mercedes didn't feel like that about him. At all. He wasn't Sam, so why was Shane so upset?
"Can I trust him?" asked Shane, his voice low.
"What are you talking about?" exasperated, Mercedes ran a hand through her dark hair. "He's a friend. We did this duet because Etta James and Doctor John are both iconic performers and we liked the song- lyrics aside. Whatever you think that duet was about you're wrong. I gotta go." she turned to leave, but paused. "If you or your football buddies hurt him, we're over. We're supposed to be fixing us. Don't be paranoid." she rolled her eyes and jogged after her friends. Honestly, it was one thing to worry about Sam, but Puck? It was so ridiculous that she couldn't even be mad.
SMSMSMSMSMMSMS
"I can't do this." whispered Santana. Mercedes and Brittany each grabbed one of her hands in support. Some things just didn't feel right. Seeing Santana so worked up was one of them. Mercedes knocked on the door, somewhat praying that her friend's abuela wasn't there to crush what was left of the girl's spirit. Santana had walked up to her between first and second period, with a plan to skip school. Mercedes would have refused, but Brittany had explained that Santana wanted to confront her grand-mother once again and needed support. After Santana promised they would be back at McKinley by noon, Mercedes accepted. So here they were, standing in front of Carmen Lopez's house.
The door was opened by an old, short, thin woman. She didn't smile. Instead, she tensed and glared at Santana. "I told you never to come back." she said in a low voice. She was furious, that much was evident. Seeing as no one seemed to want to talk, Mercedes took over, smiling brightly.
"We'd like to speak to you, please. Preferably inside."
There was a pause in which the older woman glared at them, but eventually she moved aside to let them enter. "What do you want?" asked Abuela, coldly.
"I'm asking you to reconsider." said Santana, her voice half desperate, half nervous. "Thi- this is Britt." she nudged her girlfriend forward. "My Britt, you remember her, right? Isn't she perfect. This is who I love." Carmen's gaze flicked up and down before she turned her attention to Mercedes. "That's Mercedes, she's a friend."
"Are you like her?"
There was such disgust in the way she said 'like her', that Mercedes felt sick. How could the woman hate Santana so much? Her own blood. "No," her voice was calm, though fury was building inside her. "I'm not a lesbian."
"She has a boyfriend," said Santana quickly. "His name is Sam." Mercedes didn't bother to correct her. Now was not the time, not when Carmen was staring daggers into them.
"Why are you here?" This question was directed to Mercedes.
Seriously, why was she here? To show support, yes, but Mercedes had a feeling Carmen Lopez would not appreciate that answer. "Santana asked me to come, for support." she glanced at her friend. "I agreed because she should be allowed to love whoever she wants. The world is going to hate her. She needs her family.
"Abuela, please." everything in Santana's tone was screaming love me!
"Do you love this girl?" asked Carmen, jerking her head towards Brittany. Santana nodded. "Then get out of my house. You are nothing to me-"
"She's not nothing!" said Brittany firmly, reaching for Santana's hand.
"Please, I'm the same! I thought with time-"
"Time can't heal every wound. You have disgraced this family. Your scandals have ruined us." Carmen's voice was filled with anger and disgust. "We're done here. You are more selfish today than the last time you were here."
"Oh hell to the no," fury finally getting the better of her, Mercedes glared at the old woman. "Santana can be selfish, manipulative, passionate and sometimes downright evil. But not about this. This isn't her choice. You're selfish for expecting her to pretend she's someone else because you're afraid of scandal. The only scandal here is a grand-mother who turns her back on her own blood."
Shit, thought Mercedes. This probably wasn't going to help Santana. But the latina grabbed her hand and squeezed in thanks.
"You agree with her?" asked Carmen, glaring at her grand-daughter.
"I want you to love me and support me. This wasn't my choice, I didn't want it. But I-"
"Get out." The tone was final.
Santana nodded weakly and led her friends out of the house. Unlike the last time she was shunned by her abuela, Santana did not cry. Instead, she seemed to be accepting what had just happened. It wasn't until they reached Mercedes' car that she spoke.
"The last time I came here, I cried for an hour on her doorstep." whispered Santana. "And today, I can't even force a tear."
"I love you Santana," whispered Brittany, hugging her.
"I'm sorry." Mercedes looked at the couple and sighed.
"No, I knew this would happen. I just... I hoped." She smiled brightly. "It doesn't matter. Um, do you mind just bringing me home?"
The ride to Santana's house was a silent one. But, occasionally glancing at the rear-view mirror to look at the girls, Mercedes noticed the transformation and it broke her heart. The walls were back, so was the smirk. And there lay the cause of Santana's behavior. Mercedes chose not to take it personally. There was no use in it. She just silently prayed everything would be fine. But for the second time that year, she felt she was loosing a friend. At least this time, she knew why.
SMSMSMSMSMMSMS
Mercedes arrived back at school with fifteen minutes to spare. Brittany had chosen to stay with Santana, which was fine with her. Santana needed time to relax, maybe Brittany could stop her from keeping those walls. She walked quickly through the busy hallways. Being late for her lunch date with Shane wouldn't be helping their relationship. He'd be worried.
"Mercedes!" she tensed at the voice.
"What do you want Sam?" she asked.
"I just want to talk." he led her to an empty classroom and smiled. "So, you're still with Shane?" He didn't seem upset, actually, he seemed amused.
"Yeah. He's a good guy. You coming back and being persistent has him worried." said Mercedes shrugging.
"Does he have a reason to be worried?" asked Sam.
Mercedes hesitated before speaking. "No." Yes. "You and I... you need to stop."
"What are you so scared of?"
"Nothing." Getting my heart broken. "Shane's a good guy. People make mistakes. We're going to fix us, but we can't do that if you don't stop."
"Stop what?"
"Making me relive every memory! There's a reason people bury the past. It's to be able to move forward. I moved forward. With Shane. I actually like him."
Sam nodded. "I'm sure you do. But liking someone doesn't mean they're right for you. And liking someone isn't enough when you're in love with someone else."
Mercedes paled. "This conversation is over. I have a lunch date."
"Hey," he said when she reached the door. "You know I won't stop, right?
Mercedes nodded and went to join Shane in the cafeteria.
SMSMSMSMSMMSMS
Shane looked up from his tray to see Mercedes walking in his direction. He smiled, happy that she had still agreed to eat with him, despite their argument that morning. Now that he thought about it, he had been ridiculous. Puckerman wasn't interested in Mercedes. He had never made a move before, at least not that he knew of, so why had he been worried? Shane blamed the Evans kid. He just strutted back into McKinley with the intention of getting his ex, who had moved on, back. Who did that? Honestly, he was lacking in manners. Not that Shane was one to talk. He realized how much he messed up by trash-talking Mercedes' friends. That's what happened when he gave into his anger and insecurities. He shook his head and pushed the thought out of his mind.
"Hey, babe." he saw her frown, and wanted to kick himself. Too fast, he thought. "Are you okay?"
Mercedes shook her head slowly, thinking of Santana. "Santana's having a hard time. It's hard to see her upset." Shane nodded. Sure, he disliked the Latina with a fiery vengeance, but Mercedes didn't. That was all that counted.
"I'm happy we're trying to get past the argument." said Shane slowly.
"People make mistakes. I haven't exactly been myself lately either." she smiled and reached to squeeze his hand. But Sam's words played in the back of her mind. Maybe he was right. Shane wasn't bad, neither was she, but maybe together, they were.
"Oh, forgot to tell you, Timmy'll be eating with us today. He was alone for lunch." he gestured to Timmy, a tall redhead who was on the football team with him and who was coming their way. "I hope you don't mind." Mercedes shook her head. Of course that meant she wouldn't be talking much. The boys talked football when they ate together. She was proven right when Timmy finally joined them. The conversation went straight to sports and she found herself thinking of Sam.
This was the worst day of her life. There was such a heaviness in the air that she was scared to crumble under the tension. For some reason, the possibility of Sam leaving had never crossed her mind. It was as though she had spent the last month in a fantasy, where troubles disappeared. But like all fantasies, this one came to an abrupt end. Sam stood in front of her, tears streaming down his pale face. This was real, in every painful way. He had never cried in front of her, not even when he talked his home situation. But he was crying now.
"I don't want to leave." he said, his voice wavering.
"We don't have to be over, Sam. We can-"
"No." came his interruption. "We can't... this can't work."
It was like a slap in the face to her, but she forced herself to accept it for now. Maybe, he didn't love her as much as she loved him. They hadn't been dating a really long time, it was foolish to hope that her feelings had been returned with the same intensity.
"I love you." she whispered. He pulled her into a hug, sobbing.
"I love you more." he whispered against her ear. Mercedes would have asked him again to try the long distance relationship, but she knew it was no use. She stepped back and dragged him to the living room. She was thankful her parents weren't home. Sitting on the couch, she gestured for him to join her. He did so, and laid down, resting his head on her laps. Slowly, Mercedes began running one hand through his hair while stroking his arm with the other. It took everything she had not to breakdown when she felt him shake from the intensity of his tears.
"You're leaving and you're going to get the house you deserve, the stability you deserve..." Mercedes felt her voice waver. "I'm going to be happy for you. And I'm going to pray for you. I'm never going to forget you." she let the tears fall freely, surprisingly, her voice was calm. "We'll be fine, Sam. Even if we aren't together. I have enough faith in you to know that whatever happens, you'll be fine. You'll be alright. And us, we'll always be perfect. We didn't have time to mess this up, You'll be flawless in my memories." He grabbed the hand that was stroking his arm and laced her fingers with his own. She heard him sniffle and smiled sadly. Tonight, she'd be strong for both of them. Tomorrow she'd cry.
"Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound"
She sang softly, trying to soothe both him and herself. Mercedes closed her eyes when Sam brought her hand to his lips. This would be the last time he kissed her. The last time she'd play in his hair. The last time she'd feel the warmth of his body against hers.
"Don't you dare look out your window darling
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone"
With every word she sang, Sam tightened his grip on her hand until it was numb. He might not love her as much as she loved him, but she knew he felt something. She'd try to hold on to that.
"Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound"
Sam sat up, his eyes red and puffy. He stared at her for what seemed like an hour, taking in every detail of her face. He noted things he had never paid attention to before. He wanted every detail of her, painted in his mind. With a sad smile, he leaned forward and kissed her sweetly. He tried to keep it fast and simple, but found himself deepening the kiss until he couldn't breathe. She was everywhere; in his the blood pumping through his veins, in the air, in him. She was everything.
"I love you." he whispered, for the second time that night. His forehead pressed against hers, he wiped her tear-streaked cheeks with his thumbs.
That was the last time she would see Sam Evans. To hell with crying tomorrow, she thought as she heard the front door closed behind him. Mercedes would cry now. Cry for the love she lost, for the who was going to get everything he deserved, but most importantly, she cried for the girl who would never love to that degree again.
Mercedes looked at Shane. He was still talking about football with his friend. He had never been a bad guy. Everything that had happened was her fault. This wasn't a pity party or a martyr's cry, it was the truth. How could she expect him to believe they were okay, when she wasn't giving him her all. He had never asked for this. Sure, he had his faults like everyone else, but he was a good guy. Wasn't that why she liked him in the first place? Because he was kind? But she had ruined that by not being honest. She had driven the calm man mad, and now she payed the price.
She looked away from him and caught Sam's eye. He sat with Puck and Artie, who were both in deep discussion. He smiled sadly at her. There he was again, reminding her of what she had lost. 'I'm sorry', she mouthed. Love was a like fire; it could bring warmth and comfort, soothing every sorrow, but it could also be passionate and dangerous, consuming everything in it's path, leading to havoc. Mercedes wasn't exactly certain where she stood with Sam. While their romance had been sweet and comforting, it was that same romance that brought her here today. Murmuring excuses, Mercedes left Shane and his friend to their discussion. When she passed by Sam, he reached out and grabbed her hand. She looked down at their clasped hands, slowly untangled herself and continued walking. She felt her phone vibrate and took a deep breath when she noticed the texts' sender.
You and I'll be safe and sound - Sam
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Songs:
I'd Rather Be Blind by Etta James and Doctor John- an unofficial duet [Mercedes and Puck]
Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars [Mercedes]
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. My lesson plan was pretty risky, but I think that it is a style Mr. Schue has often overlooked. He should broaden his horizon a bit. Rock&Roll and Blues isn't for everyone, but every style of music brings out something different, a different type of performance. If he's so set on winning, he should try everything and see exactly what his students can do. I know, I'm a terrible person for keeping Mercedes and Shane together. But, this isn't a fairytale. In life, real love is a lot more confusing and scary than passing love. It hurts as much as it soothes. This is about Mercedes and her fears, and right now, she's not sure if what she feels for Sam is actually safe. So she's hanging on to someone she thinks is keeping her sane. Believe it or not, she likes Shane. Nothing like what she feels for Sam though. I'm not sure how they're going about this in the show. But here, in this story, I've made it clear that she does love him. The rest is about her letting go of the fears that are blocking her from making the right choices.
Oh, and wow. My sex scene wasn't exactly great. At first I tried to make it M rated [explicit], but it's just not my style. I think the way I wrote it suits this story better. I'm a keep it simple, less is more girl.
I'm trying to work with my interpretation of canon elements, and judging by their scenes and the clip they gave us of 'Summer Nights', I'm pretty sure they slept together. Please reviews, it means a lot to me.
PS. I asked on Tumblr and a few other places who people would rather see perform a duet with, between Puck and Artie. Both sides had great arguments. Therefor, Artie and Mercedes also have a duet coming up!