Almost
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters.
How Sam pulled off his surprise solo for Mercedes.
Chapter 4: Almost by Yinx
Sam had just finished helping Finn to seduce Rachel. FAIL. But as Sam walked back to the hotel he lagged behind the others and bummed Finn. He thought of what he had told Finn back in the hotel room. "If I was in love with a girl and wasn't homeless, I'd totally go for it". Mercedes had a special way about her. She had been great friend to him these past weeks, and what they shared on the plane he would remember forever. He had kissed her, well on the forehead, but a kiss none the less and she didn't pull away or wipe is off. Sam sighed heavily what was he to do to win the fair lady's heart?
The group had reached the hotel, as Sam walked across the lobby he heard an old timey song being sung from the lounge area. The music seemed to sink into his soul as if it was calling to him. He told the others that he would be right there as he walked in to the lounge.
"Don't forget curfew" Mike said.
He nodded as the elevator doors opened showing Kurt and Mercedes in a deep conversation. Sam step into the shadows of the lounge and watched them walk past.
"I wish I had what you and Blaine have, Kurt" he heard her say "Someone who would sing me a song, I want it to be magical like you see in the movies".
"You will meet him someday" Kurt said determined. The best friends walked on and out into the night.
'"Someday', what if she had already met him, met me" Sam thought. The idea hit Sam like a ton of bricks. Why hadn't he not seen what he had to do before. He rushed over to the front desk. "Can I speak to the manager" he asked the clerk. A few minutes later he was explaining his plan to Mr. Robertson who was grinning ear to ear.
"I do believe that can be arranged" he said smiling "At least one guy each year wants to sing in our lounge to his girlfriend and being such a hopeless romantic myself it does bring me much joy to watch it unfold."
Smiling, Sam handed over a picture of the glee club at Christmas time and pointed out Mercedes. Mr. Robertson motioned for a bellhop and told the clerk to get the lounge manager on the phone.
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Sam sat backstage strumming the guitar he got from one of the band members, lightly to the melody in his head. Curtis the lounge manager came up to him.
"She just walked in" he said grinning at Sam knowingly.
Sam heard the start of "Stormy Weather" and his stomach knotted.
It was now or never. He stood and paced the floor for the duration of the song. He swallowed hard as he heard his name. The spot light shown brightly in his face and it took a while for his eyes to adjust. He saw her sitting in the middle of the room smiling at him.
"I'd like to dedicate this song to Miss Mercedes Jones" he announced gesturing towards her. A few people turned and looked at her as a dim spotlight incased her. He strummed the guitar and began to sing.
Offstage now Sam braced himself for what Mercedes would say. Curtis walked with Mercedes showing her where Sam was.
"You made a very hard case for yourself Sam Evans" she said as she approached him.
"What is the verdict, judge" he asked.
"This is all very new to me, Sam" she whispered "No one has ever sung a song to me. Did you mean what the lyrics said"?
"Yes, every word" he answered stepping closer to her.
"Did you mean it when you sang 'Lucky' with Quinn"?
Sam was taken aback. He thought back to when he sung that song. He had sung it because Quinn wanted him to. He had cared for Quinn but she didn't make falling in love with her easy. In fact he hadn't love her at all just the idea of her.
"No" he replied "I cared for her but I'm falling in love with you"
"I think I am too" she breathe "But I don't want this...whatever is starting between us...to ruin are friendship. You mean more to me than this and I don't want to throw it away for a good season of snogging".
"It won't be just a season, Mercedes" he said cupping her face with his hands. He leaned down and just when he was about to touch her lips for the first time, they heard Mr. Schue calling their names.
