Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Glee. I know it bums me out too.
Sam awoke looking around the room trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. He looked down to the pajama clad woman lying in his arms and smiled. It had been three weeks since he was released from the hospital. His parents had come and gone. He begun working again and Mercedes had temporarily moved back to NYC for him.
When he was told he was a model he was in disbelief until he saw the photo album Mercedes and Blaine had made for him. He moved the hair out of her eyes so he could get a look at her angelic face. Even though he still didn't remember anything he felt like he was moving in the right direction. Every day he learned something new about himself. Like he was a closeted Grease fan. Who knew?
He was even getting used to being called trouty mouth by Satan. No, wait Santana. He still got her name mixed up at times.
He thought about returning to Kentucky with his parents so he could get these bearings, but the support and love he was shown from his friends made it difficult to leave. Since she could record anywhere, Mercedes promised to move in with him if he stayed and tried to get his life back in order. So they found an apartment and the rest was history.
Modeling came easy to him. Since in reality all he had to do was stand around in an array of underwear. The first shoot or two was weird he couldn't lie, but soon just like everything else in his life it fell into place. Mercedes snuggled closer to him and smiled in her sleep. On nights like this when he would awaken from an empty dream he would just stare at her face and memorize it. How could he ever forget someone so loving?
Even though they had their own rooms in their three bedroom apartment, she would sneak into his bed or he hers. Not for sex but for comfort. Since he couldn't remember being with her and he had only known her for three weeks. Having sex seemed to rush things. Even though deep in his loins, he wanted her.
Three days after he was released when they shared a kiss a part of him felt like he would die if he didn't get more from her. He needed her, but didn't want her to feel like he was using her sexually so he tried to keep his thoughts to himself. But he was a man and being with a woman like her gave him needs he didn't know how much longer he could control.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Sam looked down to see Mercedes, smiling up at him.
"I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No, I couldn't sleep."
"Still?" She asked sadly. "I thought my being in here helped."
"It does. This isn't a post-accident sleeplessness it's more of a hormonal restlessness."
"Hormonal?" She questioned before her eyes widened. "Oh Hormonal."
"Yeah." He said, feeling his ears grow hot. She smiled sweetly laying on his chest. "You don't have to be embarrassed."
"Have we ever…" his voice trailed off wondering if he should even be asking her.
She nodded. "Yes, we have. And our first time was everything I had ever wanted."
"Really? Did I put it on you?"
Mercedes laughed, sitting up. "I guess you can say that."
"So was our first time, both our first times?"
"No. But that didn't make it any less special. I promise. You lit candles and were so romantic and when I felt self-conscious about what you might think of me and that I might not be able to please you do you know what you did?"
"I can honestly say no."
Mercedes looked at him in his eyes and smiled widely. "You sang to me."
"I was on my game, huh?"
She laid back on his chest. "Yeah, you can say that. All I have to say is that I am so glad I waited to be with someone I truly loved. Because it was everything I wanted and everything I didn't even think I wanted but I got it. You made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You made me feel like I was your one and only."
"Like we were soul mates?"
"Exactly."
"Wow." Sam exclaimed. "Hearing you describe it is kind of intimidating."
"You're intimidated? Is that why we haven't?"
"I guess I didn't want to rush things between us. Everything feels so right and I just didn't want you to make love to someone who didn't know who you were."
"I get that. It's hard because when you get to know someone intimately and you give them that part of you… it's not easy to just go back to cuddling on the bed."
"So you wanted to make love to me, to this me?"
"Sam, you may not have your memories but you are still you. The way you look at me, how you open doors for me or when we are watching a movie you just reach for my hand. Those are the things you used to do. Take last night at the movies for an example. When we walked out of the theater and into the night. You pulled me close grabbing my hand and said "Right here, right now in this moment I know we are perfect for each other." And I asked you why do you remember what you said?"
Sam gave her a toothy smile. "I said your hand fits right into the mines that is how I know."
She took his hand into hers. "The night before you left for Kentucky you took my hand in yours and you said you knew we would be together. Because right there in the moment you knew we were perfect for each other, and when I asked why you said that exact thing. So yes, you may not remember who you were but I see him still inside you."
"You know it's crazy. I have no idea who you are but I know that I love you. Everything I learn about you makes me love you more. The fact that you Ms. Mercedes Jones are here with me instead of LA. It makes me scared I am not worthy of you."
"Sam" was all she made out because she took his lips into hers. As always, whenever their lips touched Sam felt explosions of emotions shoot through him. His hands caressed hers as he flipped her on her back.
"I want to make love to." He said, staring into her eyes. No matter what he said to her about not remembering? The way he looked at her at that moment she would have sworn on anything he was his old self again.
"I want to make love to you too." She said as a tear fell from her eye. Sam wiped the fallen tear with his thumb this kissed her passionately. He was going to make love to the woman of his dreams and that excited him to his core.
Sam awoke to an empty bed. For a moment his heart sank. The spot that Mercedes had occupied was cold and for some reason he feared the worst. He felt used for the moment. He gave in to his passions and now she was gone. He heard her laugh and felt immediately stupid for thinking the worst.
He stretched out on the bed and sighed happily. That was the first time since he got out of the hospital that he felt rested. He thought back to hours before. Having Mercedes in his life made everything seem right. As he stood he felt a little light headed and a small headache began to appear. To others that would seem bad, but to him it just confirmed his day was getting better. As the small headache used to be a mind blowing painful one. The doctor said the less frequent the pain the more likely his memories would return. But at this point he didn't care if he got his memories back. As long as she was in his life. He was good.
Mercedes tried not to blush as Kurt tried to probe her for information.
"Come on Mercedes you are practically glowing. Tell me the truth before Blaine comes back from the store. You and Sam finally had sex again, didn't you?"
"Kurt a good girl never tells."
"That's why I am asking."
"Shut up." She said, throwing the towel at him. "Can you put butter in those two pots so I can make the eggs? Everyone will be here soon."
Kurt grabbed the butter. "Changing today to breakfast instead of dinner was a smart move. Between Rachel's run as Glinda in Wicked and I need to be at NYADA for midwinter critiques I don't know when we would have had dinner this week."
"You know I completely forgot to ask you, how is your class going. Is Mr. Hummel still having issues with that Rachel wanna be?"
"No I found a way to cope, you know at first when I was asked to teach a class on being Dramatic I thought well who else could do it? Because we both know that a part of being dramatic is just being a diva."
They both laugh. "So true. I just want you to know I am proud of you."
"I am proud of you too. And no, not for the Grammy nod, but for staying here. I don't think Sam could be doing half as well as he is without you."
"I don't either." Blaine walked into the room smiling. He kissed Kurt then looked at Mercedes. "I don't think he would be doing half as good at adjusting to life if it wasn't for you."
Mercedes hugged him. "It's because of you too. And Kurt and everyone else. He is lucky to have you all."
Blaine looked around the kitchen. "So where is Sam? Is he still taking up jogging because I love him and all but enough is enough?"
Mercedes laughed, adding the eggs to the pans. "No he is actually still sleep."
"He's still sleeping? Well, that doesn't make any sense, I thought he was having trouble sleeping."
Kurt winked at Mercedes. "If he was he's not anymore."
"Good morning everybody." They turned towards a smiling Sam.
"Morning" all three spoke in unison. Sam patted Blaine on the back as he stood behind Mercedes hugging her from behind. He kissed her neck and inhaled. "And how are you this morning."
She turned to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Amazing. How are you?"
He let her go kissing her again. "No complaints over here."
Sam and Blaine shared a knowing smile as the front door opened and Rachel, Santana and Brittney walked into the kitchen.
"Good Morning."
Everyone exchanged good mornings as Mercedes phone rang. She smiled "Kurt can you finish this I have to answer it."
He nodded, taking her place. "Hello." She said with a smile on her face.
"Mercedes tell me you love me." Her agent said over the speaker.
"I love you… why do I love you?"
"Guess who just got slated to sing during the Grammy's?"
"Who Beyoncé? I don't know."
"Ms. Mercedes Jones."
"What!" Mercedes screamed into the phone. She looked up to Sam, who as immediately by her side. Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued the conversation. "Are you messing with me?"
"No, I am serious. When need you back here ASAP because rehearsals start tomorrow?"
"I don't know if I can."
"Look, I know that you are dealing with something's there, but this is the big leagues if you don't want to do it can have them call someone else."
"No, I will be there."
"Great. This is going to look great. Now you will have your first fitting on Tuesday, so think about what you want to wear for your performance. Also, just to be on the safe side please have an acceptance speech ready. You are up for Favorite Female Artist Soul/ R&B, Song of the Year and Best New Artist."
"I will be ready. Um, were you able to get the tickets?"
"Yes, I was. I got six so I hope you can work with that."
"I can thank you."
She hung up seeing everyone looking at her. Sam nudged her. "So what was that about?"
Mercedes smile grew wide. This was a dream come true and all her friends were there to share it with her. "That was my manager. I was just asked to perform at the Grammy's."
Surprised faces and hugs followed as she recapped the conversation she just had. As everyone stood talking about what they were going to wear Mercedes pulled Sam out into the living room.
"Hey, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just. I don't know I don't feel so good."
"Do you want to go lay down or something?"
"No I want to celebrate with you."
She placed her hands to his face pulling him down to her then stopped.
"Sam you feel hot. Maybe we should get you checked."
"It's ok. So when do you leave?"
"Tomorrow."
"Well, we should get us packed." Sam walked forward, but stopped in his tracked as he leaned against the banister.
"I really don't feel so well." He said, falling to the ground. Mercedes screamed as she bent down to him. Kurt was the first one through the kitchen doors. Yelled for someone to call 911 as Mercedes tried to wake Sam.
"This is taking too long guys help me get him to the car." Mercedes said, grabbing her keys. She helped Blaine and Kurt lead him out to her car as Rachel and Santana held the door open.
Mercedes mind wondered as she pulled into the ER ten minutes later. Rushing inside and calling for help she felt helpless as they placed Sam's limp body on the gurney and wheeled him inside. Kurt went to hold her as they rushed back following the gurney. All her great news forgotten Mercedes felt her world crashing once again. Once again, she was waiting on word if Sam was ok or not. She shouldn't have made love to him what if she hurt him. But he seemed normal this morning. What was happening? The Nurse shooed them out of the room as they continued to work on Sam. Promising they would come get her once he stabilized so she sat in the waiting room and waited. And waited and waited.