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Chapter 7
Sam's POV
It was Sunday, the last day that Mercy would be home alone. We were sitting on her couch watching The Lion King. She'd been texting most of the movie and then every once in a while, she would lift her head from my shoulder and look at me. So far, I've ignored it, but this last time as the credits were rolling I looked down at her. "What, darlin'?"
She shook her head, but I continued to look at her, expecting her to answer. "So I have this friend…and he kinda wants me to come along on a date with him."
I stiffened, not entirely sure what she was trying to say. "Like just you and him?"
"No! No! I probably could have found a better way to say it, but he wants me to double with him and his date."
"Okay…" I trailed off and noticed that she was hiding her face in my shoulder. "Mercy?" I knew she wanted me to say I'd go with her, but I wanted to make her ask me.
"Sammy…"
"Yes?" I smiled at how tough she was making this when she should know I would have said yes without hesitation. She mumbled something against me that I didn't quite catch. "Sorry, I couldn't hear that."
Mercy sighed looking up at me. "Would you be my date?"
Looking at her seriously, I said, "Let me think about it."
For a split second I saw her pout, but when she saw that I was having a hard time keeping a straight face she smiled. "Oh I suppose that's okay. Take all the time you want. I can invite Kurt's brother Finn."
It was my face that fell then. "Mercy, I was just kidding! You know I'll go with you!"
She giggled. "You're kind of cute when you're pouting!"
"Just kind of cute, Mercy?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, you're damn sexy. Happy now?"
"I will be once you kiss me and make it better." I smirked and she smiled, leaning in and touching her lips to mine.
Thus far, our kisses have been short and sweet. Just chaste little pecks here and there. I felt her smile against my lips. When I went to pull away, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me back. Mercy kissed me again and her tongue slid over my bottom lip. My lips parted automatically and her tongue slipped into my mouth, caressing mine. I was practically putty in this girl's hands right now as my heart raced. I repeatedly asked myself if this was really happening. Shy Mercy who is awkward in a lot of social situations was really kissing me senseless right now. When she finally pulled away, I was gasping for air.
My eyes were wide as I looked at her timidly smiling. "I did good, huh?" she gloated, taking in my reaction.
"Oh, Mercy, you…" I didn't even spare more words before attacking her lips with my own. We didn't break away until her phone started to ring. "Ignore it?"
"Probably Kurt. Let me text him back really quick."
Her fingers flew across those keys quickly and I was calculating the moment that she pressed send. It would seem once she opened the door for us to be just a little bit closer, I needed to make sure that door stayed wide open. When she was done with her message, I practically pounced on her forcing her to lay down on the couch. She was giggling the entire time. I looked down at her with a smile. God I smiled so much when I was with Mercy.
Her hands went up to my shoulders. "I could get used to looking at you from this angle," she said.
I didn't think she realized how I could possibly take that. "Well, Mercy, what are you trying to say?"
She gasped. "Not that! I just meant the full force of your eyes looking down into mine. The way you're looking down at me."
"Alright, fan fiction and romance novels, I see you."
"Oh hush! I did not read that. What do you want me to be saying? That you were eye fucking me full force, because you are," she pointed out.
"Sorry," I said, inching closer to her.
"Don't apologize. I like it."
"Are you going to stop talking so I can kiss you?"
She opened her mouth to say something else, but my lips covered hers. Her eyes flutter closed, and I could feel her body relax under me. One of my hands ran restlessly up and down the curve of her body, but I kept it innocent. There was just something wonderful about the pace we were going, and I didn't want to move faster than either of us was ready for.
Her phone vibrated and rang between us. "Someone's calling," she said breathlessly. She answered, pressing the speakerphone key and putting it beside her head on the couch. "What's up, Kurt?"
"So he's really going with us? Oh this is going to be amazing! I'm so glad. I love Finn, but having my step-brother along for my first date with Blaine would have been absolutely dreadful!"
Kurt talked on excitedly, and I took that time to acquaint my lips with Mercy's neck while she talked. I kissed and nipped at her soft flesh and she audibly groaned, forgetting she was on the phone with Kurt. Suddenly it got quiet on the other end of the phone.
"Mercedes?"
"Huh?" she replied distractedly as I kissed down her jaw line on my way back to her lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," she managed right before my lips were on hers.
"Is Sam there with you?" Kurt asked.
"Hi, Kurt," I answered his question.
There was a squeal in reply. I looked at Mercy who was dying of laughter and I wound up burying my face into the crook of her neck, laughing as well. I'd never expected that to be his response. Shifting, I rested my head on her chest and she started playing with my hair.
"Kurt, are you okay?" Mercedes asked still laughing.
"Mercy, maybe we should call someone. He's still not answering," I added.
"Oh. My. God! He calls you Mercy!" the boy practically screamed. "How cute are you two! I can't wait for this date!"
"Calm down. I'm excited too! I mean you and Blaine!" Mercy let out a squeal of her own.
"You and Sam though!" Kurt was squealing again.
"Mercedes and Kurt!" I threw in, feeling left out of the scream fest.
They both laughed. "Sam, when are you free?" Kurt asked.
"Monday and Saturday."
"Okay, Blaine is free everyday this week. Cedes?"
"Nothing major for me this week."
"Okay so Monday. What do we want to do?"
"Nothing too fancy," Mercy asked.
"How 'bout mini-golf?" I suggested.
We heard sounds of Kurt texting . After a few seconds, he said, "Blaine loves the idea. So around 7?"
Mercy looked down at me and I nodded. "Sure."
"Great because Finn had his heart set on Saturday being game night for you guys. I'm sure he'll be in touch."
Kurt hung up and we just laid there in silence with Mercy lazily running her finger through my hair. It was so soothing, and I was almost falling asleep. She even started humming a song. I could get used to this, just spending time with her like this. Times like this, I didn't know why I never just come out and say how much I like her. She was so perfect for me, and it was so plain to see how well we complimented each other. It was only in the most superficial way, that I couldn't be her counterpart. If Kurt had suggested a fancy restaurant, she would've had to take someone else, because I wouldn't have been able to afford it.
"Sammy, what are you thinking about?"
"I like how you call me Sammy," I told her honestly. "My brother and sister do it too, but it's so endearing when you say it."
"Same way when you call me Mercy."
"I really like you, Mercy." I raised my head to look into her eyes.
"I really like you too, Sammy." She was smiling.
That smile left her face almost immediately as her phone rang again. She pressed send, and it was still on speaker. "Hey, daddy. I thought you guys would be on a plane by now."
"Listen, Meme, I talked your mom into staying another day here. I feel bad about the way things went down yesterday."
"Dad, what's going on? You haven't called me Meme since I was ten. Are you sure you two are okay?"
"Don't worry. I also haven't heard my daughter cry since she was ten either. I know you were crying on the phone, and I just want to fix it. You know that song you've always wanted to record? The one Alicia Keys did?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, I pulled some strings, and you've got it. You're scheduled to be in the studio tomorrow at five."
"Dad, I have a da – a thing with Kurt Hummel at seven."
"Burt's son?"
Mercy sighed. "Yes, Dad."
"Oh, just get in there and really sing it from the heart. Will is going to be there to oversee things."
"Thanks, Dad."
"Meme, I love you."
"Love you too, Dad," she mumbled.
When she hung up the phone, I thought she'd be ecstatic, but she wasn't. "Shouldn't you be doing a happy dance or something right now?"
"He's just feeling guilty. Guilt gifts."
"But you get to record the song," I tried to find a silver lining for her.
"At the expense of being late for our first date!"
Damn, I suppose this would be our first real date. I didn't entirely know how I felt about this. We'd gone from not defining what we were one minute to going on a date with her friends the next. I shook it out of my head to contemplate later. I was supposed to be on my job of making her smile.
"So get up and dance, woman. You get to record a song you've been dying to sing, and you get to go on a date with a hot guy. Luckiest girl ever? I think so."
"Come with me?"
"What?"
"Tomorrow to the studio."
"You want me there?"
"I want you ever - nope not going to say it. I would've been walking myself into another dirty joke. Yes. I would like it if you…" she huffed. "came."
I smirked. "You still walked yourself into the possibility of a dirty joke."
"You're just nasty!"
"You like it." I gave her a peck before sitting up and stretching. "As much as I hate to, I've gotta go. Unless you want me to spend the night," I joked.
She rolled her eyes. "In your dreams."
"Every night," I admitted, standing and holding out a hand to help her off the couch.
Hand in hand we walked to the door. She stood on her tip toes to touch her lips to mine. "Night, Sammy."
"Night, beautiful. See you tomorrow."
The next day, found me practically shunned by Artie at school. He hadn't talked to me the entire first half of school. Right before lunch I met him at his locker. Santana and Brittany were with him. "Here his wifey stealing ass comes," he mumbled.
"Hey, guys." I pretended not to have heard what he said.
"Hey, Trouty. How's the high life treating you?" Santana smirked.
"Don't even start! She's a nice girl, and her money has nothing to do with anything."
"Artie isn't happy. How dare you still his wife to be, Sam! That's not cool!" Brittany accused.
"I didn't know he was fan."
"Not just a fan! I'm the ultimate Mercedes Jones fan. Her picture is my background on my cell phone. She was my future wife. I wanted to do duets with her. Her voice, her body, her everything is sexy as hell. I had our future planned out," Artie admitted.
"Dude, that's kind of creepy, but I'm sorry. I didn't know, but I'm not going to stop seeing her."
"Yeah, well, I'll just wait until you fuck it up and swoop in and woo my boo."
I laughed. "Well if things keep going well. You guys might get to hang out with her."
"Good, because I'm required to have at least eight hours of Sam time a week – not including school or work." Brittany looped an arm through mine, and Santana did the same on the other side and we headed off for lunch.
"You get those girls, and my wifey? Lucky bastard," Artie mumbled from behind me.
Mercedes's POV
I'd changed my outfits a couple of times and was nervous as hell. Sam would be coming to the studio with me and afterwards we'd be double dating with Kurt. I internally squealed again. I was actually leading somewhat of a normal life with friends and a not quite boyfriend. Kurt made me Skype him my outfit choices and try them on for him, and he did the same for me. I thought it weird at first, but Kurt is amazing and nothing like my stylist. He liked my style and didn't try to impose anything upon me. We'd finally settled on me wearing a simple light blue shirt and black shorts with wedge heels. I was a little nervous about the shorts though. They showed off a lot of leg and thigh. Kurt said it was cute and unintentionally sexy.
I didn't have much time to talk myself out of it. Sam was knocking on my door, ready to take me to the studio. When I opened the door, I saw that he'd gone the casual route too, in a grey t-shirt and jeans. "Beautiful girl, you ready?"
"Yep." I grabbed my purse and cell phone off the table and when I turned around Sam was right behind me. His lips descended upon mine without warning. His hands went into the back pocket of my shorts, giving my ass a squeeze and pulling me closer to him in the process. I pulled away, but his lips went to my neck and my knees almost went weak. I was drowning in his kisses and I didn't want to be rescued. When he finally broke contact and looked at me, I said, "Best greeting I've ever gotten."
He smiled sheepishly. "Give me your keys. I'll lock the door, and walk behind you for the rest of the night."
I did what he asked and felt a little odd, walking in front of him so that he could admire my backside. I never thought guys admired me or that I could really be thought of as sexy, but then Sam blew into my life making me feel all types of sexy. When we got in his car, I asked, "Happy?"
He handed me my keys and started the car, "Very. You have no idea."
The same thing happened when we got to the studio. This time he tripped over a potted plant. I just shook my head at him, aimlessly following me, fixated on my ass. Before we entered the room I'd be recording in, I grabbed Sam's hand twining our fingers.
William Schuester, my dad's right hand man was sitting at the controls. He turned and smiled when we entered. "Mercedes, I didn't know you'd be bringing a friend." His eyes zeroed in immediately on our hands. I wasn't a fool. Will might be my vocal coach, but above all else he was my dad's best friend. He was a man that I considered family more than my own sometimes.
"We're meeting some friends in a bit, and he drove so I figured you wouldn't mind. Will, this is Sam." Sam held out his free hand to the man. "Sam, this is a very old family friend, Will."
"Nice to meet you, Sam. You ready to do this, Mercedes?"
I nodded, and Sam gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Go do your thing, Mercy."
I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. I had to start right on the music, but I opened my eyes as soon as I started singing the first words of the first verse. There was a pair of green eyes looking intently back at me. Will looked like he was chatting with Sam, but Sam seemed like he was hanging on to every word I sang.
I'm a woman, lord knows it's hard
I need a real man to give me what I need
Sweet attention, love and tenderness
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all
Cause a man, just ain't a man,
If he aint' man enough
To love you when you're right,
Love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak,
Love you when you're strong
Take you higher
When the world got you feelin low.
He's given you his last, cuz he's thinking of you first
Given comfort when you're thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all.
Normally, I had trouble focusing with all the pressure in studio. My parents were usually present, judging me harshly, and pushing me to do better than my best. This time it was easy. I was singing straight to Sam. A hint of a smile was playing at his lips as I sang through the chorus. When I got to the second verse, Sam put his hand over his heart, smiling big and letting me know he'd felt my words and the song.
Cause you're a real man and lord knows it's hard
Sometimes you just need a woman's touch
Sweet affection, love and support
When it's real, it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all
I continued to sing the rest of the song like Will wasn't even in the room. It wasn't until the song was over and he told me I could come out of the booth did I remember he was there. Sam looked like he wanted to come toward me but he stopped himself. I gave him a smile before looking at Will. "Do I need to do it again?"
He shook his head no. "You nailed it! Mercedes, I'm going to be honest. When you first sang this song, it seemed too big for you. I honestly don't know what happened, but wow! Where has this girl been? I need to see more of that! Your dad's going to be blown away."
"Thanks!"
"It's about time for you to get a band and start touring, right?"
"My parents are coming back tomorrow. I'm sure they'll fill me in on what's going down next week. If you can, Will, put in a good word for me sitting in on auditions? I want a say in the people I work with."
"Will do, Meme." I smiled. Will had never stopped calling me Meme. Even when my dad had stopped, Will hadn't. He hugged me, and kissed my forehead. "Be safe, and Sam it was nice to meet you."
With Sam's hand in mine, we made it to the car silently. It wasn't until we were in that we turned to each other and lips crashed, hands roamed, and broken words were exchanged. My phone rang, and it was Kurt. Sam practically whined when I answered.
"Are you going to be able to make it?"
"Yes, Kurt. We're on the way now. Promise. Just calm down, and breathe."
"Right, breathing. I can do that."
"I'm pretty sure Blaine won't bite…unless you want him too."
Sam barked out a laugh. "Tell Sam to shut it."
Before I could relay the message, Sam said, "I bite too. All you have to do is say the words, and I'll show you."
I giggled, and Kurt made a gagging sound. "You two disgust me."
"Don't pretend the first time you met Blaine you two weren't making sicken googley eyes at each other."
"Oh my god the door bell just rang!" he screamed. "It's Blaine!"
"Well we'll see you in a bit. Don't scream in his face again like we did the first time."
We were only a few minutes away and I told Sam the story of our first meeting Blaine. Sam thought it was hilarious. "Artie might scream in your face. Just warning. Oh and he has a cute little nickname for you."
"What is it?"
"He calls you his boo."
"Call him right now! Give me your phone!" I was more than a little amused by this. I scrolled and found Artie's number and pressed send.
"Oh look who it is, the woman stealer. What's up, man?" he answered.
"Hey, boo. How's it going?"
"Shut the fuck up! This is not who I think it is!"
Sam was cracking up as we pulled into the parking lot.
"If you think it's Mercedes then it is. What are you up to?"
"Playing video games. You?"
"About to go mini-golfing with Sam. I might be hanging out with a friend on Saturday who is really into video games too. Would you like to come? I'd like to get to know this guy who calls me his boo a little better."
"Is Sam going?"
"Damn skippy I'm going! If you're going I'm going. Simple as that!" Sam said.
"I don't even care. If Mercedes Jones asks you to go, the answer is yes. Always yes, sexy."
I giggled and Sam side eyed me. I rolled my eyes. "Bye, boo. I'll tell Sam to get with you on the time, ok?"
"You just made my life, Mercedes. You have no clue!"
Sam imitated my giggled when I hung up and handed him the phone. "What was all that about?"
"Jealous?"
"No."
"It's hot."
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the window and we jumped apart. It was Kurt and Blaine. We got out of the car and Kurt was smirking. "What happened to your hair, Sam?"
"Mercy." He looked at me.
"Guilty." I reached up to try to fix it for him. I just loved running my fingers through his hair.
"Oh by the way, I'm Kurt. It's nice to finally meet you."
Blaine introduced himself to Sam and as the boys talked, Kurt asked, "So…Cedes got a boyfriend now?"
"No, we're just…um…" I shrugged. We were entirely more than friends.
Kurt smiled understandingly and we went in. It was exciting. Sam and I held hands most of the night. There were times when he'd help me with my stance by standing behind me. Really all he was doing was stealing kisses. Blaine and Kurt were adorably flirting with each other. After a while, Blaine started doing a victory dance every time he got the ball in the hole. He and Kurt would dance around like complete idiots and laugh like we weren't in public. I could barely talk because Sam and I had resorted to cheating. When he was up, I made a point to bend over in his line of sight, since I was finding out more and more that he was an ass man. Sure enough that threw him off his game. He wasn't going to play fair either. Sam was pretending to scratch his stomach when his shirt came up and abs were everywhere. I was practically drooling.
"Ah, Cedes, you might want to wipe that drool at the corner of your mouth," Kurt joked.
"As soon as you stop blushing, I stop drooling," I countered.
The night ended with Kurt wining, and Sam smack talking because he beat my score. "I think top to scores should get a prize." He smirked.
"Oh yea? What's that?" I asked.
"A kiss. Whattaya say Blaine? Kurt deserves a prize too."
Blaine turned beat red and so did Kurt. "I…I think that would be a good prize."
Sam walked over to me. "I need my prize, Mercy."
Wrapping arms around my waist and pulling me closer, he touched his lips to mine. I grinned up at him when he released me. This boy's kisses were quickly becoming an addiction. Everything about him and how easy it was just being with him was addicting. Even now we were out in public without a care in the world. I loved how my small but growing fame didn't bother him. Sure, people stared at us and some even took pictures, but none of it mattered while we were having fun. We had even more gawkers because Blaine was here as well. He didn't seem to mind either. The pictures, and people, we could deal with another day. I was just living in the here and now with Sam and my wonderful new friends.
"I've got to get going, guys. It's a school night, and last time I didn't come home they freaked," Sam told the guys.
"Why didn't you come home?" Kurt asked.
"Fell asleep at Mercy's and had to go straight to work."
"Oh, so you slept over," Blaine said suggestively.
I playfully hit Blaine in the shoulder. "Not you too! Get out of the gutter."
"Well the man said he slept over. I'm just assuming you put it on him so well, he went into a mini coma." Blaine winked.
I hid my face in Sam's chest. "A little help here, Sammy?"
"Well, baby, you are good at what you do. Forgot my own name that last time. All I knew was Mercy."
"I hate you all! All of you! Nasties!"
"Only nasty for you," Sam told me in a whisper that made me shiver.
"I'm going to punch you."
"Kiss me. I like that better!" And I did.
I hugged Blaine, and then Kurt. Kurt whispered, "I think you two should just make it official. You're perfect together. I like him."
"You and Blaine are cute too. We have to do this again." Out loud I asked, "See you Saturday?"
"Of course. Blaine's coming along."
"I invited Sam and his friend Artie. Are you telling me that I'll be the only girl?"
"Rachel might be there…maybe."
"Does Finn know about all these people?"
Kurt laughed. "Not a chance. He thinks it's just you and him."
"Poor Finn! He said I could invite people, so…"
"Don't worry about him."
We said our goodbyes and made our way to Sam's car. The conversation was light and fun on the drive back to my place. Sam walked me to the door. "I wish you could stay, just a little while longer."
"I do too, but that's not good for either of us. I can be very convincing when I want to be, and right now, I want to convince you out of those shorts and that shirt."
"And I really want to convince you to stay for a while, but we're moving too fast, aren't we?"
Sam nodded before kissing me on the forehead. "Beautiful, I can't kiss you or I'll follow you inside. Now go on inside and lock the door so I won't change my mind."
I went in, but I didn't lock the door. I heard a bump and a slide. I smiled, sliding down and sitting with my back against the door. "You're killing me, sweetheart," Sam said from the other side.
"It's not roses and sunshine for me."
"Just lock the door," he pleaded.
I reached up and locked the door, and I felt like we both took an audible sigh of relief.
"Drive safe, Sammy."
"I'll text you when I get home."
We were colliding; our worlds were crashing into one another's. Everything was fitting together, and it was moving whether we liked it or not. We'd gone on our first date, yet we never planned to date. He'd met a man that I considered family, yet I didn't plan on him meeting anyone in my family yet. My relationship with Sam wanted to move so much faster than I'd planned. We were both so very physically attracted to each other on top of the mental connection we already had. I wanted to experience things with Sam that I'd never really thought about with anyone other than my celeb crushes. Sam Evans would be the death of me, if I didn't get myself under control.
The song she sang was When You Really Love Someone by Alicia Keys.
Did we like Kurtcedes? And Artcedes? Klaine? I had too much fun writing this chapter! I'd love to know what y'all think!
Also Tina is coming soon! I'm glad cuz Mercy needs some girlfriends.
