All I Need Is A Sign,

Written by WickedSong.

Disclaimer/Note : In the first chapter. Request from hannahl for a continuation of 'Not A Couple', and 'Sexual Tension.' She asked for separate but I merged the two together because they take place in about the same time frame from Big Brother onwards. So please enjoy.

Two instances within the one week they had come close to repairing their shaky relationship but both hadn't been the right time. First there had been the day in the auditorium and Sam was sure that had Coach Sylvester not interrupted them with her outburst something may have come of it, besides the sharp tongue woman's comment about the sexual tension that seemed to be following them around. Sam was even more sure that Senior Skip Day would have been the perfect opportunity but the last failed attempt at reuniting had left them both feeling more and more reluctant to approach the difficult topic. To Sam it appeared as if they were forever searching for the right words and if they had just a little more time they might finally be able to say them.

Both of their encounters had also ended in the promise of having a proper discussion about where they currently stood, this limbo only a stalemate until they could look each other in the eye without their hearts breaking. That heartbreak, a remnant from Valentine's Day when she had serenaded him, as perfectly and flawlessly as she always did, was always etched into his mind. There had only been two times he had been that upset - when he had had his guitar returned to him last year (when his family's situation had sort of fell on top of him all at once) and when he had had to leave her towards the end of that summer.

Once Mr. Schue had dismissed the glee club from the choir room, Sam took twice as long to put some books back in his bag, waiting for Mercedes, watching as she spoke to Kurt, laughing at something the other boy had said. It was Kurt who caught his eye actually, nodded with a hint of understanding and said goodbye to Mercedes, taking her shoulders and turning her in his direction, mouthing, 'you owe me', to the blond boy with a sharp look in his eye.

"What is it, Sam?"

"We still haven't talked," he told her matter-of-factly, leaving his bag on the seat and walking up to stand beside her at the back row of the choir room. She nodded, ready to finally face up to what was before them. Sitting down, she motioned to Sam to sit in the seat beside her.

It was silent, again those words seemed out of their grasp. But with the chance of zero interruptions it appeared as if they would come to them eventually. Hesitantly Sam reached out for her hand and wordlessly she let him take it. A small sign that she was, at least, on the same page as him, a sign that even if they weren't together right now it didn't make their feelings any less meaningful than that of Finn and Rachel and Kurt and Blaine. This was real, this was theirs, it had always been.

He smiled at her and she returned the smile.

Again, a sign. Distance had tried to keep them apart, their equal bouts of stubborness had tried to keep them apart, fate had even tried their hand at it but in the end nothing could break this bond between them.

That was what kept them rooted there.

"I don't know," she admitted, breaking their eye contact, and Sam was semi-startled by the words due to the long period of silence that had transpired between them. He didn't understand and she saw this adding, "I'm leaving Lima, you're either staying here or going back to Kentucky and...and...can we do that again? Can I do that again? Lose you?"

He gave a sad smile in her direction. "You know we can't guarantee the future, Mercedes. And do we want to, really? All I know is that we have the here and now. A second chance. How many people can say they've had that in a lifetime? We have so much to look forward to, together, right now. And I'd like to bet that we're never going to be saying goodbye to each other. Well, I won't." He held her hand a little tighter and she returned this, clinging to it, looking in his eyes, seeking comfort in his words.

"So...what are we now then?"

"Is that a yes?"

"If you answer my question." She gave him an arched eyebrow and a smirk and he laughed, his grin uncontrollable.

"Well, all I know is that I'm just a guy who's in love with the girl next to him and if I can walk down the hallways, holding her hand, if I can dance with her during glee rehearsal and if I can have the honour of taking her to prom for a second year," he leaned in closer to her, so their lips were inches away from touching, "then I'm going to be more than amazing." He drew away from her and then looked down. "Unless you don't want to."

She laughed in spite of herself and then cupped his cheek with her hand, pulling him in closer feeling more than confident in the renewed strength of what they had. She placed her lips to his in a quick, chaste motion, before pulling back, smiling shyly at him. "I think that would be more than amazing," she echoed and he leaned in, returning the kiss.

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WickedSong x