Dont own Glee

STILL SAM'S POV

I thanked sweet baby Jesus that I wasn't too far behind Mercedes and Finn as they pulled into the movie theater parking lot. I followed closely behind them and waited until they got their tickets before running up to the register.

"Hey, yeah can I get the exact same movie as they got... oh and a box of popcorn," I asked the teller pointing to Finn and Mercedes.

"Sure. That'll be 17.50," he said.

"What the hell?" I yelled. "$17.50?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out a 20 and handed it to him begrudgingly.

He slipped me my ticket and popcorn and stared at me as I looked suspiciously at the couple. "Ex-boyfriend?"

"What?" I asked, wondering what the hell he was talking about...

"Are you that girl's ex-boyfriend? That's why you're following them right? You wanna see if she did any better than you? See if the new guy is hotter than you?" he asked.

I nodded my head and stuck the change he gave me in my pocket. "Yeah ummm something like that."

I followed behind Finn and Mercedes as they sat down in a row way too close to the screen. Mercy hated it like that. She liked being right in the middle. I caught myself and groaned. Geez, I was sprung.

I sat a few rows behind them so I could get a good view of them together. As the movie started, Finn placed his arm behind Mercedes' chair and I scrunched my face up in disgust. Real smooth Hudson. She was not going to fall for—Son of a bitch! Mercy had her head on his shoulder. And they looked as if they were snuggling. Like a couple. I tossed a handful of popcorn in their direction and ducked under the seat. I waited the allotted time before I looked up to check if they saw me only to see them already watching the screen. The movie that was playing was obviously some gross mushy romance movie which, yet again, Mercy hated. She was more into action, superheroes, sci-fi, and funny movies. It was another thing Finn didn't know about her.

As I watched the movie, I couldn't help but see the similarities of this movie to my life. A guy who's in love with his best friend but gets friend zoned at every turn.

"Boy, do I know what you are going through," I said aloud.

"Shh!" I heard a few movie goers say. I ignored them and continued to keep watch on Mercedes and Finn. They looked as if they were 2 friends who were awkwardly trying to make it as a couple. It wasn't gonna work. They weren't going to work because she belonged with me. Why I couldn't just come right out and say that to her, I will never know.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I jumped to answer it.

"Hello," I whispered.

"Where are you?" Quinn asked. "Kurt and I came down stairs to ask if you wanted to play a game but you were gone."

"I went out," I answered.

"Why are you whispering?" she asked.

"I uh… I'm not. Your connection is just bad," I lied.

"Shh!" the movie goer behind me shushed again. I waved her off and continued my conversation.

"Please no Sam! Tell me you aren't where I think you are! Tell me you aren't spying on Mercy while she's on her date!," Quinn pleaded.

"What?!" I heard Kurt yell in the background.

"I'm just checking on them," I defended.

"No you aren't! You're spying! You piss me off sometimes Sam! Just tell her how you feel! Dump your geriatric bimbo and get your girl!" she yelled.

"It's not that simple," I said in my regular tone voice.

"Shh!"

"Fuck off," I said to the movie goer.

"You're a fucking coward, that's what you are. You both are!" Quinn yelled.

"I'm not a coward… I'm just—" I froze when I saw the one thing that made me stand up in my seat, blocking the people behind me.

"Sit Yo' ass down!" Someone yelled at me. I ignored them when I saw Mercy and Finn's silhouettes connect in what looked like a kiss.

My heart froze mid beat and my mouth went dry. My palms grew sweaty and I felt as if I might pass out.

They had kissed and I felt like shit. Pure, steaming shit!

"Sam!" Quinn yelled "What happened?"

"They kissed," I muttered sadly, like a robot. I couldn't think or breathe… oh god, I can't breathe! I gasped for air and swallowed it in big gulps

"See… if you had told Mercy how you felt, this wouldn't have happened!" she said.

"Sit down!" the lady yelled. I flashed around at her. I was sick of hearing her shush me and telling me to sit down.

"Look lady! I'm having a pretty shitty day so please leave me the fuck alone! This movie isn't even that good anyways! We all know they get together in the end!" I yelled, my arms flailing wildly. The woman looked at me, horrified.

"White people are crazy! He's crazy! Someone help! He's crazy! He's gonna hit me!" The lady yelled. My eyes grew wide as I tried to silence her.

"Shh… no, no… I'm not crazy… I'm not even fully white. I think one of my ancestors might have been Navajo," I said. The woman continued to scream and the lights in the theater lit up as I tried to quiet her down.

"Sir," a security guard came up and tapped my shoulder. "I'm gonna need you to leave."

I nodded my head and turned to leave praying that Mercy hadn't noticed me.

I was a fucking idiot for thinking that.

"Sam?" Mercy asked, crossing her arms, her face confused.

"Sam?" Quinn yelled through the phone. I brought it up to my ear.

"What happened? Never mind, I don't care just get out of there before Mercy sees you."

"Too late," I said into the phone.

ANNNNND BACK TO MERCEDES POV

Finn chose the movie and I tried not to roll my eyes at the ridiculously cheesy romance of it all. I hated them. Like with a passion. It wasn't that those heart wrenching romantic movies like Titanic didn't wet my whistle but over used plot lines drove me crazy. But I ignored it and went into the movie. As it started, I felt Finn place his arm around my shoulder and I rested my head on his shoulder. Almost as soon as I placed my head down, I felt popcorn pelt us in the back of our head. We turned around to see who it was but saw nothing.

"Must have been some kid," Finn said.

"Yeah." I squinted in suspicion but turned back around towards the movie.

It was probably the most bored I'd ever been in my life and I counted down the moments before it was over.

Somehow throughout the movie, Finn and I got closer and closer until we were nose to nose. I wasn't itching for a kiss or anything but I was curious. I could feel his breath on my face and before I knew it, he'd kissed me. It was a small peck and as we pulled away, I scrunched my face together. That was not the way a first kiss should feel like.

"Huh," he said.

"Yeah," I said. If he was thinking what I was thinking, then he knew that that kiss we just shared was an epic fail. It wasn't awkward, it wasn't too sloppy, or wet, it was just… all wrong. Maybe because it was with the wrong people.

"That was… weird," he said.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered.

"Don't take this the wrong way but… I don't wanna kiss you," Finn said. I shrugged my shoulders, not feeling the least bit offended.

Okay, maybe I was a bit offended but I didn't wanna kiss Finn either.

"I don't wanna kiss you either," I said, giving him a weak smile.

"I wanna kiss Rachel," he said, looking down at the ground. I wanted to kiss Sam. "She called me last night. She wants to get back together."

"Is that what you want?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I just don't wanna get hurt again. Not to mention I feel like a major asshole for dragging you into this mess. I really do like you Mercedes. You're great."

"Hey, I get it. You don't need to give me the "you're great but I'm just not that into you" speech. I totally understand. You should talk to Rachel though. Tell her how you feel so you can stop going on dates with your friends. You're more fit for Rachel anyways. I need someone who... isn't as normal as you. No offense." I said.

"None taken," Finn said.

"I guess I need someone more like me. A bit nerdy and offbeat. I need a Blaine to my Kurt. I need-"

"Sam," Finn said nodding his head. I opened my mouth to tell him no but, couldn't do it. What was the point? I couldn't fight it anymore. I loved Sam, all I had to do was tell him. Ya know, after he and Kitty broke up.

I responded by nodding my head. "Yeah... but you should go get Rachel," I offered. "If she's the one person you wanna be with, you should go fight for her and if she hurts you again, she's an idiot."

I should take my own advice.

Finn smiled at me before pulling me into a hug. "Are you sure you don't need a ride? I can drop you home on the way to Rachel's," he asked, finally pulling away from me. I shook my head.

"No, I'll be fine. I'll call Kurt or something. Go!" I urged.

Finn hopped up and walked out of the row we were seated in and ran out of the theater. I stood up too, not wanting to spend the rest of the time watching this crap they called a movie. I fished around in my bag for my phone and internally cursed when I realized I'd left it on the charger at Quinn's house. I regretted not taking Finn up on that ride. Maybe if I was fast enough, I could catch up to him. I froze when the lights turned on and I listened to the commotion a few rows ahead of me. I turned to see what was going on because, let's be honest, drama in public is always the best to watch. It's like reality TV but actually real. I nearly passed out when I saw the familiar fluff of honey blonde hair.

It couldn't be. There were plenty of blonde guys in here when Finn and I walked in, right?

Okay, who was I kidding. I may not have my glasses on but I wasn't an idiot either. Blind, but not an idiot.

"Please tell me that isn't who I think that is," I said to myself, closing my eyes in frustration.

"Sir, you need to leave," the security guard said. I walked up the stairs and gaped as Sam stumbled to get himself out.

"Sam?" I asked, crossing my arms. His eyes bulged as he saw me and his mouth hung open in shock

"Too late," he said into the phone before hanging up with whoever he was talking to. "Hey Mercy."

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I… I..." he stuttered over his words. I shook my head at him and stormed out of the theater.

"Mercy, wait!" he yelled after me. I ignored him and made it outside.

As if it couldn't get any worse, it started raining. Hard. Like a fucking monsoon. Like you know how they say it's raining cats and dogs, well it was raining cows and llamas.

Sam was on my heels and caught me as I ran out into the rain. Right now, my hair and clothes didn't matter to me. I just wanted to go. If I had to walk home, so be it. I just didn't want to be in the same place as Sam. He had officially crossed the line. I could deal with him at school, interrupting me and Finn's conversations but this was a new level.

Sam pulled me back, and forced me to face him. His hair stuck to his forehead as droplets of rain fell from his nose and chin.

"Let go of me Sam," I said.

"I'm sorry. Just hear me out okay," he said. I pushed him away and tried to walk away. I was in no mood to hear any of his bullshit. "I don't want you to be with him," He yelled after me. I flashed around and glared at him.

"It's not your choice," I said. "If I wanna be with Finn or anyone else, then I'll be with who I want to be with. Why can't you get that?"

"Because…" he muttered. I hated when he used that word. It made me feel like he wasn't really speaking his mind. My anger got the best of me as I yelled at him.

"Because isn't a fucking answer! It's an excuse!" I continued to walk in the pouring rain. It stung as it hit my skin, the cold breeze reaching my bones. I could barely see as I squinted ahead of me. I was beyond angry, I was fuming. Sam wasn't making sense and he was confusing the hell out of me.

"Because he isn't good enough!" Sam finally shouted. I stopped mid-step. "He isn't good enough for you."

"And who the fuck are you to say who is and isn't good enough for me?" I asked, scowling at him. "Huh? What is so wrong with me and Finn together that it pisses you off and you make a jack ass out of yourself? Explain it to me Sam, because I don't know! Help me understand."

"He isn't me!" he shouted, cutting me off.

"What?" I asked, at a loss for words. Had he really just said what I think he said?

Before I could react or respond to anything, Sam pulled me into him and kissed me passionately. My knees instantly went weak as he held my face and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I kissed him back, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Every wild and crazy emotion rushed through my body and reached my soul. It was the one thing I had wanted for so long but I felt like I had been jipped. If this was how Sam had felt all along, why didn't he just tell me? It would have saved me a lot of heartache.

He didn't tell you for the same reason you didn't tell him.
Fear.

I let Sam kiss me and I didn't fight him. I didn't want to fight him. Hell, I couldn't fight him even if I tried. It was like my body was giving in to him, even though my head wouldn't shut up with trying to over analyze everything.

He tasted sweet like candy and sunshine and I just felt like I had sat in a giant bathtub full of everything soft and perfect like puppies and kittens…. Oh my god.

Kitty!

He had a girlfriend.

I shoved Sam away and wiped my mouth. The same tongue he'd just had in my mouth might have been in Kitty's mouth and god knows where else.

"Mercy—" I cut him off.

"Stay away from me Sam," I said, backing up. Sam reached out to me.

"Don't do this," he begged.

"You have a girlfriend," I mumbled, tears streaming down my face and mixing with the rain.

"I'll leave her. I'll call her right now and dump her," he said, pulling me back to him.

A vicious wave of fear hit me and I recoiled. I couldn't explain why I was so afraid but I just couldn't own up to the fact that Sam felt the same way I did. It just seemed unreal.

"No," I said shaking my head. My body began to shake not just from the cold sting of the weather.

"Mercy, please… I'm in love with you," he declared. That one single phrase made me freeze in my place. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Nothing on me could work except for my eyes that were staring into his. Was he telling the truth? Or was he just saying that he loved me as a panicked response to keep me from running. I never trusted anyone who used those words. Especially when saying them to me. "I have since that day I met you and I thought you couldn't speak. And even more each day after that."

"You don't get to say things like that," I mumbled over and over again.

"Why?' he asked, searching my eyes for an answer.

"Because…" I simply said.

"I thought because was an excuse," he said. "Do you remember that day when I was texting you in French class and I was gonna ask you something but didnt? I was gonna ask you why we never got together. Haven't you ever wondered?"

"We... we were.. are wrong for each other," I said. Sam gripped my shoulders and stared into my eyes. I couldn't look away. It was like he was hypnotizing me.

"How can you say that?" he asked. "There has never been anyone else more perfect me and there has never been anyone else more perfect for you. You're my better half Mercy. Even when we were growing up I knew that. My conscience wasn't even my voice, it was yours. It's obvious."

I pulled away from him angrily. "If it's so obvious that we are perfect for each other, why all the other girls? Huh? Why sleep with nearly all of the cheerleaders and all of the dance team, if you felt this way about me?"

"Why'd you sleep with Matt?" he asked, bringing it back on me.

"I was 15 Sam! We were at summer camp and I was curious! If I could take it back, I would but I cant! I don't sleep around unlike you!" I shouted back at him.

"I was scared, okay. I thought if I slept with all those girls, you wouldn't matter to me as much but it didn't work!" he said, remorse covering his face. "But I'm tired of being scared. I want you. And only you. No one else."

I weighed his heavy words and glanced down at the ground before looking back up at those piercing green eyes.

"I can't Sam… I just… I can't." My body finally worked with me and I felt my legs lift up and begin to move. But not in the direction I thought. Instead of moving closer to Sam, they turned away from him and down the road, not bothering to stop no matter how many times he called after me. I wasn't sure where they were taking me because obviously Kurt's and Quinn's were not an option. Damn me for having feelings for either of their brothers, no matter how massive or microscopic they were. The rain had lightened up but was still present and I was officially soaked through. My jeans were heavy along with my sweater and each step I took was labored.

I finally stopped walking when I reached a door and rang the doorbell. I had been to this house only once before and was shocked my subconscious remembered where it was. Then again, I was completely numb and running on auto pilot. It was the closest friend's house I had on this side of town.

"Mercedes?" Puck asked, opening his door. "Are you okay?"

I couldn't respond as I burst into tears. "I'm sorry," I said through sobs. "I dunno why I came here."

"Come in," he said, pulling me into the warm house. I took a few steps into the small living room, taking in the relatively large pit bull sitting near his couch. "What happened?"

I cried even harder as I thought about what had just happened. Reality sunk in. Sam had told me he loved me.

And I ran.

Like a coward. I was the coward. Never him. I was the one who hid in closets because I was afraid of what I felt for him.

Puck hugged me tightly and rubbed my head. "Look, I'm no good with this emotional crap but because you're Quinn's bestie and we had that thing back in middle school, I'm gonna give you an exception." I chuckled softly and looked into his eyes. "But first, we need to get you dried off."

A/N: Please please PLEASE! Dont hate me! I hated having to write this but it had to happen. This had to happen in order for the story to move along. At least we know how Sam feels now right? But trust me it gets happier. Well... not in the next chapter or the chapter after that but soon. God, I feel like an angst whore! I hope I didnt piss anyone off enough that they hate this story now and wont read anymore.

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