Pop that...never mind. I don't even know why I'm typing this right now, lol. Anyhow, enjoy and forgive any errors. :)
"We're never gonna get a catch out here with you being so loud." Sam laughed at J.T who was close behind him. They had left the family earlier and gone out to the woods to hunt and J.T had even brought a few beers along.
J.T moved alongside of Sam and they both stopped at the rustling of leaves around them. "Do you see it?" J.T whispered, lifting his gun.
"I see it." Sam whispered back, being super still. As soon as he was about to put his finger on the clip of his gun, the four legged mammal took off and J.T started quickly after it.
"J.T, you're not-" Sam called out but J.T was already long gone.
Sam stood there, listening to the sounds around him. The night was dark and the wind was close, almost too close as he looked around him at the many shadows of the trees. "Damn, J.T." He sat his gun down and picked up the beer that he'd sat down once they'd stopped in their tracks and gulped the drink from the can.
The last thing he remembered was waking up and having to pick he and Mercedes' bedroom lock to get inside.
Mercedes pulled the covers up to her neck as she was sprawled out on the living room couch. Sam had been out doing yard work all morning to keep himself busy, only stopping long enough to come inside for a bite to eat.
She flipped through the television stations, coming across a commercial that made her chuckle before finally deciding on watching Bridezillas.
"I could never act like that towards Sam." She shook her head at the television. "That shit is just ridiculous."
She looked up from her spot on the couch when she heard a loud knock on the front door. It couldn't be Sam because he wouldn't knock and it couldn't be his mother or her mother because they would have definitely called before coming over.
Rising up from the couch, she asked who it was at the door. When she didn't receive a response, she called out again and she still didn't get an answer.
"Well okay, go away." There was a change in her tone this time around.
Before she could even decide on whether she would open the door or not, the person on the other side of it twisted the doorknob and she took a small step backwards. "What the-"
"Oh, shut the hell up! That's no way to treat a guest!"
Mercedes almost yelled out when she saw her best friend of over 8 years now. "Oh my goodness, Santana!" Mercedes covered her mouth to hide how big her smile was.
"Stop being cute and help me with my bags." Santana said, killing the moment as always.
Mercedes dropped her hand and picked up two of Santana's four bags and bringing them inside before leading them upstairs. "Why did I not know you were coming to Texas?" Mercedes asked happily. "You didn't call or anything."
"I didn't call you because your ass didn't call me." Santana replied. "The last time I heard from you was the last time I stayed here two weeks before Sam came back. After that you forgot all about me."
"That's not true." Mercedes responded. "You're just petty as hell because I'm sure your end of the phone works exactly the same as mine, so you could have called me."
Once they were at the door of the guest room, Mercedes sat Santana's things by the door before opening it to go inside. "How the hell did you even figure that we would have a room for you?" She asked, picking up the bags again before walking inside of the room.
"I talked to your husband before I came, Mercedes. Damn, how dumb do you think I am?" Santana laughed, watching Mercedes sit her bags on the queen sized bed. "I know that the Evans and Jones believe they live here when this is clearly you and Sam's home and mine when I come from New York, if course."
Mercedes laughed, "Girl, you wish!"
"Don't act like me and you hadn't planned out our lives in high school, Mercedes." Santana rolled her eyes. "You were going to marry someone handsome and rich and I was going to marry a complete bad boy."
Mercedes laughed.
"Instead, you ended up going out with Sam and I decided that I was more attracted to the same sex rather than the opposite sex." Santana laughed.
"Yea, we did have everything planned out." Mercedes smiled, reminiscing. "We even asked my dad to give us one of his Home Plan books so that we could look at the way we wanted our home to be built."
"Why the hell did you have to follow Sam and be an army wife?" Santana joked, even though she really wished it would have turned out as planned.
Mercedes chuckled softly. "Because I love him."
"Ugghh." Santana waved Mercedes off. "Okay, okay. I didn't come here to hear you confess your love for Sam."
Mercedes chuckled. "Speaking of all of this, where is Alaina and why didn't she come?"
"Who's Alaina?" Santana asked, now unpacking her things and not looking back at Mercedes.
Mercedes gawked. "Your girlfriend."
"Oh, we're not together anymore. We decided that we were better off apart like a week ago."
"And I didn't hear anything about this?" Mercedes asked.
Santana shrugged. "I was going to tell you eventually. I just needed time to think."
"That's crazy. I'd never known for you to love anyone like you loved Alaina and you two-"
"Mercedes." Santana held up a hand to her best friend. "I really didn't here come to talk about this."
"What did you come to talk about then?" Mercedes asked. "Because I want to know what happened between you two." Mercedes said, moving to the other side of the bed to sit down.
"Santana?" Mercedes looked up at her friend who had become quiet all of a sudden. Her shoulders were shaking terribly and Mercedes knew then that she was crying. Standing up from the bed, she walked over to Santana-placing a hand on her shoulder. "Tana?"
"I just..." Santana shrugged. "I wanted to get away from New York for a little bit, from work, from her-"
Mercedes moved to hug Santana to her then. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." Santana wiped her eyes. "I came here to have fun, so where is the wine?" She smiled softly before throwing the rest of the items that she'd been holding onto the bed and pulling at Mercedes to exit the room. "I'll finishing unpacking when I come back up."
"Sounds good to me." Mercedes said, allowing Santana to lead the way.
Once downstairs, Santana went directly to the kitchen and to the refrigerator. "What's for dinner?"
Mercedes laughed softly. "Whatever you want if you're cooking it."
Santana paused and looked back at her then. "Are you pregnant?"
"What?" Mercedes laughed. "Do I look that fat?"
"No, you don't look fat. As a matter of fact you seem to have lost weight." Santana replied. "I was just asking because judging by the couch and the blanket there, you were lying down before I showed up, there's no food cooked in this kitchen, and you would usually have tea or something to drink in here."
"You know you peeped an awful lot for someone who has only been here for less than an hour." Mercedes laughed. "I'm not pregnant."
"Oh yea." Santana looked over at Mercedes, sucking her lips in. "I forgot to tell you that Sam asked me to ask you if you could please bring him something to drink. As hot as it is out there, he's probably dead by now."
Mercedes shook her head and stepped past Santana. "Don't joke like that about my husband." She laughed before reaching up into a cabinet to get a glass to pour Sam a glass of water.
Sam stood up straight and used his T-shirt to wash sweat from his forehead while looking at his work. He'd mowed the lawn, piled wood, and even trimmed the bushes. Now he was tired and thirsty as hell.
Just as he was heading back towards the house, he saw Mercedes in the distance walking quickly towards him.
"I was just about dead out here." He smiled as she made it over to him and handed him the glass of water.
"I'm gonna kill you and Santana if you keep talking crazy." Mercedes watched him gulp down the water. "Santana didn't let me know."
"It's okay. I was just heading in anyhow." He started towards the house again with Mercedes following close behind. "Gonna take a shower then relax for a bit until you call me down for dinner."
"Okay." Mercedes answered as they started up the front porch and to the door now.
"Just don't keep me waiting too long." Sam said, stopping in his tracks to look down at Mercedes. "I know how you and Santana are. You will stay up all night and leave me up there, hungry and wondering if I'm loved."
"Ah, quit it." Mercedes laughed, hitting Sam on his chest. "I do not abandon you. You are the one who kept abandoning me, had me worried out of my mind."
Sam was quiet then as he looked down at Mercedes and she simply stared back at him, searching his eyes.
"Well, I'm here now...for good." He whispered before leaning down to kiss her lips softly.
Dinner was nothing near quiet even though there were only three people the table, it easily sounded like an entire family of more than six as they sat there discussing old times.
"Noooo! Remember when Shane was about to beat J.T's ass because he thought he liked Mercedes when it was actually you and Mercedes who had something going on?" Santana laughed loudly at the thought. "It was so funny."
Sam was laughing as well. "I doubt Shane would have beat J.T." He shook his head. "J.T was fire hot when he came to me that day. I still remember having to calm him down."
Mercedes chuckled and shook her head at her husband and her best friend. Always full of shit. "I was so shocked at Shane for doing that."
"Where is J.T anyhow?" Santana asked. "I tried calling him earlier but he didn't pick. Thought he would be over here by now."
Mercedes shrugged quickly. She truly didn't care.
"He probably came across some work." Sam shrugged as well. "He'll be here tomorrow though, just watch."
"Yea, I can't wait to see everyone else tomorrow. We should call them over in the morning." Santana smiled widely.
"We can." Mercedes answered, standing up to take Sam's plate as he had finished eating. "Would you like some more of anything?" She asked.
"No, thank you." He smiled then leaned back in his chair, looking up at her. "Everything was delicious though."
"Oh, don't thank me. Santana cooked." Mercedes pointed at her friend.
"Yea, give me my props Blondy." Santana held her hands up before Sam.
"Oh, it was alright." He said jokingly, standing up from the table.
Santana laughed softly. "I guess serving for your country didn't teach you that hating is a crime."
Sam laughed some more. "I'm joking, Santana. The lasagna was delicious. Not better than Mercedes, but it was good." He joked some more and Mercedes couldn't help but to turn around and laugh at the two of them.
"Hush you two." She looked over her shoulders from the dishes in the sink. "Santana bring me that plate, girl."
"Wait." Santana said quickly, finishing the last of her meal. "Your husband talks so damn much that I couldn't eat."
"Whatever." Sam laughed, reaching for Santana's plate when she was done and taking it over to Mercedes. "I'm gonna go up now." He spoke softly to her. "Please don't stay down here all night."
"Okay." Mercedes responded simply and he leaned in to kiss her before exiting the kitchen.
"I hate you so much!" Santana nearly yelled at Mercedes. They were now laid out across the living room floor with chips and cokes and their conversation had somehow ended up on high school again."
"She was so fucking petty though and you know it." Mercedes laughed loudly.
"I can't believe I even liked her at one point." Santana shook her head. "She really did think she was better than everyone."
"That's what made you start to hate her." Mercedes pointed out. "Do you remember that time in Glee club when you stood up and just went in on her?"
"That shit was hell'a funny!" Santana laughed. "She was all like, you're so cruel, Santana and I'm just like fuck off Rachel."
"I have a confession." Mercedes' tone changed.
"What?" Santana looked over at her then.
"I kind'a went into the restroom after her that day and told her not to be so sad because you were a bitch to everyone, even me at times."
Santana sat up then. "What?" She exclaimed. "I was never a bitch to you, Mercedes."
"Yes, you were Santana!" Mercedes exclaimed as well. "Before you found out that I didn't like girls you were so sweet to me, then after you came on to me that day and I told you that I didn't go that way, you definitely changed towards me."
"I changed towards you, but I was still nice to your ass." Santana laughed softly causing Mercedes to laugh as well.
All Sam heard was laughing. No matter how loud he turned the television up to block out the laughter, his mind still managed to focus on it.
He looked straight ahead at his image in the full length mirrors lined against the entire wall of their bedroom. If he squinted hard enough or walked over to the mirror, he could see the bruise on his forehead which was healing slowly.
He touched the bruise softly even though it didn't hurt at all. What had happened that night out in the woods with J.T? Where had this bruise come from?
He hadn't even realized that he had started pulling at his fingertips until he decided to get up from the bed to go downstairs where the laughter was only seeming to get louder by the minute.
"So he's going crazy?" Santana asked Mercedes on a small chuckle.
"It's not funny and stop talking so loudly." Mercedes looked behind her as if others were in the room with them.
"I've always thought Sam was weird looking but weird looking and crazy, hell no."
Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Santana. "I'm not laughing with you."
Santana calmed her laughter then. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, damn! You know I can't take things seriously sometimes." Santana replied. "I know he's not crazy and I'm happy he decided to go to therapy if you really believe it's something that will be good for him."
"I do." Mercedes responded softly.
"Well, you know he's going to do whatever you ask him to do." Santana shrugged. "I swear, you've had Sam pussy whipped since our Junior year of high school."
"We didn't even have sex our Junior year of high school." Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"Oh, that's right!" Santana said quickly. "It was only a summer fling."
Mercedes laughed then. "It was more than a summer fling."
"Hmmm-mmh!" Sam cleared his throat and Mercedes and Santana looked up to see him standing on the staircase, looking over at the two of them. "I've come to take my wife to bed."
"Damn!" Santana spoke first. "What the hell were they teaching you overseas? You can't be sneaking up on people like that."
"How long have you been standing there?" Mercedes ignored Santana and stood up from the floor to walk over to Sam.
"Long enough to hear Santana talking about our sex life again." He shook his head. "I forgot to ask you where your girl was."
Mercedes widened her eyes at Sam and shook her head slightly, trying to give him a hint.
"I left her back in New York where she belongs." Santana shrugged. "Came here to try and win your girl one last time."
"That's never gonna happen." Sam laughed softly even though the joke wasn't amusing to him like it used to be in the past.
Santana laughed softly. "You better be lucky we have an understanding that she wants no one other than you."
"Santana, hush!" Mercedes laughed before moving in front of Sam and grabbing his hand. "and goodnight." She started up the stairs with him following close behind.
"Goodnight, Lovebirds." Santana smiled softly. "I'm just gonna watch some more T.V before getting ready for bed because y'all know I suffer from insomnia."
Mercedes had gotten into the shower and was soon snuggled beside Sam, dressed in an over sized T shirt and a pair of boy shorts.
"You did a good job with the yard today." Mercedes spoke softly, her head on his chest-listening to him breathing slowly.
"Yea, I have to keep myself busy so that I won't-" He paused. "I have to keep myself busy."
"So that you won't what, Sam?" Mercedes asked, shifting slightly to look up at him. There was no way he was going to act like she hadn't caught that.
"Pull at my fingers." Sam said. "I've seen how you look at me when you catch me doing it." He spoke lowly. "You may not have said anything about it, but I notice everything."
Mercedes stared up at him. "You're really gonna try this for me, huh?"
"You know I am." He said honestly. "I can't afford to lose you, Mercedes when I'm convinced that I have manged to lose myself."
"You'll never lose me." She said softly before lying her head back on his chest. She'd tell him that as many times as she had to until he realized that she was going nowhere. "Pass me that remote?"
Sam reached over and grabbed the remote from the small table on his side of the bed and handed it to Mercedes.
"Santana is a fool." She laughed, turning the television on and flipping through the channels.
"What happened?" He asked.
"We were just discussing those from Glee club again and Rachel came up." Mercedes chuckled.
"Oh, yea." Sam laughed as well. "She couldn't stand Rachel Berry!"
"Right!" Mercedes chuckled.
"But that crazy thing is-"
"She wanted to talk to her at one point!" They both finished the sentence together.
"Exactly!" Mercedes laughed.
"Then all of a sudden, it's the Santana and Rachel fued every single day in Glee club." Sam laughed some more then sighed. "I really did enjoy those years of high school with my Glee family."
"Yea, me too." Mercedes spoke lowly now. "It was always so fun."
"Not to mention, it's where I met you."
"Correct." Mercedes smiled up at him.
"That's what I remember the most about it. Your face, your voice, your style, your-"
"You have to want sex right now." Mercedes chuckled, cutting him off.
"I want sex because I'm telling my wife how much I loved everything about her before she was my wife?" Sam laughed softly. "No, Mercedes, I don't want sex. I just want you here with me."
Heeyy Guys! Did you like it or did you love it? Sorry about the wait but school is coming to an end for this semester and I can't do anything besides focus for these finals or it's my ass. Also, I know that I said I wasn't going to update "Flash Money" again but after long thought, I have decided that I am definitely going to update that story again. It just might be next. Until next time!