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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee or the lyrics of the song Leave Your Lover by the talented Sam Smith :) I also don't own Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas.


I don't have much to give, but I don't care for gold

What use is money when you need someone to hold

Don't have direction, I'm just rolling down this road

Waiting for you to bring me in from out the cold

It has been two weeks since the Troubletones have rejoined the New Directions and it has been nothing but pure torture for Sam. Seeing her everyday sitting only a few chairs away from her but not being able to talk to her because she was trying to ignore his existence...in all honesty it was pissing him off. Seriously, how could the girl not see he was still in love with her? It's not like he was hiding it...and how could she not see that she was still madly in love with him to? He saw it in those beautiful brown eyes that tried avoiding his gaze but that he sometimes found staring his direction. He saw it in the way she smiled when she read his daily letters...

Speaking about daily letters...he was busy running out of Justin Bieber songs luckily he still had One Direction as a back-up plan. But he really wished his girl- though she would deny still being that- would stop being stubborn and just accept the fact that she still loved him like he loved her.

You'll never know the endless nights,

the rhyming of the rain

Or how it feels to fall behind

And watch you call his name

Thus far, his week sucked and seeing Mercedes parading down the halls with her freaking bodyguard didn't make it any better. He thought he was finally making progress with Mercedes when she sang 'All I Want for Christmas' to him (yeah, he totally saw her staring at him when she sang and he did not miss the twinkle in her eyes when she freaking nearly seduced him with that garland she threw around his neck as she sang for him ). Yet when he tried talking to her about her song choice, she jetted out of the room like he was a serial killer or something. Then there was also the whole Glee club acting like selfish jerks while they could help poor suffering homeless people. The only positive thing about this week was that he was going to see his folks for the holidays before coming back and helping to serve food for the homeless.

He was brought back to the present and looked up from his locker; he was busy unlocking it, when he heard her sweet melodic laughter. He saw her joking with Britney whilst Santana took a drink from the fountain. All of a sudden, Shane appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around her waist resting his head on her shoulder. He saw Santana roll her eyes once she was done drinking. Santana bid her a goodbye before grabbing Britney's arm and leading her down the hall.

Sam growled under his breath in irritation. He was supposed to have her in his arms. He was supposed to rest his head on her shoulder and nuzzle her neck as he breathed her in. He sighed. Did she not know how he missed her? Did she not know how much it hurt seeing Shane do all the things that he was supposed to be doing with her. He turned back to his locker continuing to open his locker but struggling. He punched the thing in irritation just as Santana and Britney passed him.

He heard the squeak of Santana shoes.

"Look, Guppy face, I like you." Sam looked at the Latina with her arm in Britney's. "I think of you as a pet goldfish. But you can't just swim up the stream back into the pond and expect her to fall back into your flippers. I have always liked 'Retha before but now she is my homegirl and we talk. I'm not gonna tell you what she said to me though. Anyhow, if you know, Aretha you know she's not gonna just dump the overgrown leopard seal pup for you no matter how soft those pillow lips of yours are. And I know it frustrates you 'cause you like love her or something, but taking it out on your locker ain't gonna make her run back to you. I just wish you guys work out your crap so that you could stop looking like a wounded puppy."

With that said Santana turned on her heel and led Britney down the hall. The blonde threw him a small supportive smile over her shoulder.

Sam sighed and continued opening his locker. Inside he found an Avengers wrapped gift with a big blue bow. He raised a brow confused. He took it out and studied it before taking the envelope out. His name was scrawled over it in a purple in a familiar italic handwriting. He read it.

'I hope you enjoy you Christmas with the fam. Tell them I said 'Hi' and I miss them.

I got you a present. I hope you like.'

-'Cedes

He smiled and unwrapped the present before opening the medium-sized box. Inside he found a few rolled up and signed Captain America, Avenger's and Man of Steel posters. He also found a few comic books and superhero T-shirts. In the box, he found another small wrapped box. He opened it to find a dark blue guitar pick with his name on it in black. He flipped it around to see a phrase written at the back:

'You don't need superpowers to be a superhero.' Next to the quote was a picture of a Batman.

Sam smiled. The girl knew him too well- that is way he loved her so much. She still loved him even though she refused to admit it. He was going to go home, lick his wounds and come up with a new game plan to win her back.

Pack up and leave everything

Don't you see what I can bring

Can't keep this beating heart at bay

Set my midnight sorrow free

I will give you all of me

Just leave your lover, leave him for me

Leave your lover, leave him for me


The weeks following Christmas break were better between the two. At least now she looked at him and smiled at him when they passed each other in the hall. At times, they would even make small talk in Glee. He usually flirted heavily at those times and she would roll her eyes at him and remind him that she was dating Shane (which really sucked and tolly dampened the mood).

Then one day Mr. Schue came gliding into Glee announcing he wanted to propose to Ms. Pillsbury and Sam glanced at Mercedes realizing he'd totally marry her someday.

"Hey!" He called after the short girl. She smiled at him looking over her shoulder before slowing down so he could catch up. "Pretty romantic huh? Think you're going to get married someday?"

"After I win my first Grammy." She said confidently.

"You have any idea who the guy is gonna be 'cause I know this dude that's great at impressions and totally into you." He said slyly as she unlocked her locker.

She rolled her eyes.

"Sam stop. I'm with Shane."

"It's because I'm white, right?"

He seriously could not understand why in the hell she was fighting him on this. Was he too white? Was he too blonde? Was he too geeky? Seriously, he was starting to get self-conscious.

"Are you insane?" She asked throwing him a look.

"Okay then it's because he' such a stud athlete. The letterman jacket makes all the girls go wild I know."

He knew how the varsity athlete jacket made girls flock to a guy. It was a symbol of respect and hard work and girl liked those things.

He watched her sigh.

"It was a summer fling, Sam."

Urgh, 'summer fling'! Those words irritated the hell out of him. They were more than just a 'summer fling', He hated that she played what they had down like that. They were more than lovers they were freaking best friends too.

He thought back to their summer and smiled lowering his voice. Hopefully this would make her see some reason.

"You tell me thinking about that tilt-and whirl at the carnival doesn't make you smile?"

A shy smile graced her lips as she thought back to the time where Sam nearly puked and stumbled around like a drunkard.

"Okay, that was fun-" He smiled but it soon fell when she continued her sentence. "-But I'm with Shane now. Sorry but summer is long over."

With those words said, she closed her locker and walked towards her bulky boyfriend. He watch the couple walk away and her run her hands up his jacket.

'He needed to get a jacket again.'


He walked out of his first synchronized swimming practice. Okay, synchronized swimming was not the hottest sport around but hey- he got his jacket and it was worth all coach Roz's insults, which would actually be funny if they were not aimed at him. He found Finn in the hall riding on his high of getting his jacket back but then Finn had to tell him swimming was not sexy. He faltered a bit but then he saw her and he knew she would not care about the sport he played.

He painted a smile on his face making way towards the short girl standing on her toes as she reached for a book. His game plan- walk up to her, slyly lean over her shoulder and help her and sexily whispering in her ear. He would then slyly let her know he now owned his own jacket. But then a bunch of Hockey players had to ruin everything by slushing him right there in front of everybody and the girl he was trying to impress.

Mercedes gasped and made her way towards him. With her gentle fingers, she swept away the flavored icy drink of his face. He missed those small hands so much after months of not feeling them. Even though he just bathed in ice, her touch warmed every part of his being as only she could. He opened his mouth to tell her thanks but then a voice sliced through the air.

"What's going on, Baby?"

Sam pulled a face. He really did not like his voice. He did not like him period. Yeah, he barely knew the guy but he was trying to get frisky with his girl and that was enough to make Sam really not like him. He could not really blame Shane for wanting Mercedes but she was still his girl so his existence was really nothing less than a nuisance to him.

"Just helping out a friend," she said continuing with her task.

"I think he'll pull through. Let me walk you to study hall"

She locked eyes with him for a second making him see her remorse and reluctance. She lingered for a few more seconds to wipe away more ice before leaving his side. He turned and looked at the two figures walking away from him. She looked over her shoulder at him sadly before turning around again.

He sighed hearing his heartbreak as she walked away. He wanted her with him. He needed her with him.

We sit in bars and raise our drink to growing old

Oh I'm in love with you and you will never know

But if I can't have you, I want this life alone

Spare you the rising storms and let the rivers flow.

He decided to give up. Clearly, Mercedes was dedicated to Shane and fighting for her was taking its toll on him. Plus he was suspecting Mrs. Greene was starting to notice her shrinking garden- the elderly woman was giving him lingering glares when he passed her house.

He was already on his way to Mercedes locker to tell her he would back off even though it went against every fiber of his being. He walked a few steps behind Brit and Santana; he could not help but overhear their conversation.

"-Why was Mercedes sad yesterday?" He heard Britney asked the raven-haired girl linking pinkies.

"It was that damn, Trouty Mouth again and his fishy face." Santana said.

'What did Sam do now?'

The girl continued.

"We were pitching a proposal idea for Schuester so we sang The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and she was having these flashbacks of the Lisa Rena stunt double and she got all teary eyed because she wasn't thinking about Shane and now she's confused. Well more confused than before. Look, I love that girl, I do but she has to work out her crap. If I were her I'd go for Trouty Mouth- yeah his lips may suck you in but he is wayyyyy hotter than the overgrown seal pup." Santana sighed.

A smile spread over his face.

This was a sign that he still needed to fight for her. He would make her see that what she felt for him was love and no distance or time changed that.

The rest of the day, Sam floated around school on a high. He heard Artie talk about a new proposal idea for Mr. Schue, which got him thinking how he would propose to his dream girl one day. A perfect idea came to him - all thanks to coach Roz. He pitched his idea to Schue and luckily, the teacher loved it.

A day later, when Rachel was singing he felt her gaze on him making him look back at her. She gave him a small smile- he returned it before turning back. Yep, the girl still loved him.

Pack up and leave everything

Don't you see what I can bring

Can't keep this beating heart at bay

Set my midnight sorrow free

I will give you all of me

Just leave your lover, leave him for me

Leave your lover, leave him for me


A week later, he was still leaving notes in her locker and they were still not progressing. Luckily it was Michael week and the king of pop gave him an amazing idea. He begged Lauren to help him get the rest of the AV club to help him. It took a lot of begging and chocolates but luckily the girl liked Mercedes so she agreed.

He remembered her telling him how she wrote songs and how much she loved music. He knew she was going to be a superstar one day. He remembered the utter joy she radiated when she danced and sang at Regionals. She looked at home on that stage. That is what inspired his idea.

He texted her after he set up everything calling her to the auditorium. At first, she was aloof and walked out but then he started playing and she started singing.

They sang together for the first time and their voices were magic together. Even though hers was clearly superior, their voices complemented one another. Sparks flew as they sang dancing around each other. He smiled at her looking in her eyes as the words left hid mouth. As the song neared its end, the two ex-lovers stared at each other. The air was thick with intimacy as he studied the face he missed so much. On their own accord, their face leaned in. She looked in his eyes uncertain but she did not lean away from him. She closed her eyes as closed the millimeters between their lips. His lips touched hers for only a few seconds but that was enough for his heart to sky rocket and his body to heat up.

She pulled away first staring at him in shock, love and guilt.

"I-I have to go." She turned on the balls of her feet running out of the auditorium as if the hounds of hell were chasing her.

"Mercedes!" He called after her struggling with the guitar around his neck.

She disappeared out the door.

At first he wanted to beat himself up for kissing her (okay, they were both to blame) and he felt like he messed up but then he realized that she kissed him because she still loved him too. But he knew Mercedes and he knew she would shrink back into her shell and continue walking down the halls with Shane pretending like nothing happened. However, Sam was done with the subtle approach- he was gonna walk up to her locker, kiss the daylights out of her and tell her he was done playing games... Shane be damned. Sam was getting his girl back

The next day he walked towards her locker and found her but before he could grab her and smash his lips to hers, she turned to face him and held up her hand. The words out of her mouth made him raise a brow.

"I think we need therapy?"

"What?" He asked and shook his head. "We're not crazy. Why do you think we need therapy? I'm not crazy. Are you crazy? 'Cedes what happened since I've been gone? Do I need to send you to an asylum-"

She smiled rolling her eyes as she hit him. He grinned at her pretending to rub the spot in pain.

"I'm serious, Sam. I think we should go kiss- I mean see-"

Sam grinned. She hit him again embarrassed.

"I meant see, Sam. We should go see Ms. Pillsbury."

Sam sighed running a hand through his hair as he leaned against a locker.

"But why?" He childishly moaned

"Because-" she lowered her voice as if she committed murder. "-We kissed yesterday and I liked it... a lot-"

He smirked.

"But it was wrong, Sam." She sighed watching his smile falter. "I care for Shane, a lot. You weren't here and I know it was not by choice but still. Shane supported me when I needed somebody. And I can't just ignore what I feel for him because of you. It's confusing-"

"Do you love him?" Sam asked seriously. 'Please say no' he wanted to add

"Sam-"

"Do you love him, Mercedes?"

She stared at her hands.

"In a way, I do."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know." She cried looking up at him before whispering defeated: "I don't know, Sam. I'm confused and that's why I need therapy."

Sam sighed and groaned resting his head against the locker in frustration. Most of the glee club was already up in their business and now she wanted to share it with Ms. Pillsbury. He looked into those brown innocent orbs and groaned. He loved those eyes but at times like these- at times when he really wanted to say no and she looked at him like that- he liked them less. She was so lucky he adored her so much.

"Fine, I'll go to couples counseling with you."

"We aren't a couple-"

"Hmmm, not officially."

Mercedes rolled her eyes closing her locker.

"See you later?"

"Yeah, yeah."

She threw him a large smile before disappearing into the crowd of students


"So you're a two-timing ho?"

"So, you're dating a two-timing ho," He read amused.

"Ms. Pillsbury, I don't sleep around that's not me"

Sam thought back to those painfully good make out sessions that left his body in a state of havoc. Of course, Mercedes did not notice at the time being the innocent she was. His girl was the furthest thing from a ho. In the whole Glee club Mercedes was probably the only girl that was not a ho...and maybe Tina? Sam was unsure about Tina.

"Okay."

"I'm just trying to listen to my heart and it's like I can't hear what its trying to tell me."

"Well, if you really wanna listen, you need to stop talking," the guidance counselor said. Sam nearly burst out laughing at the 'What are you talking 'bout'-face Mercedes pulled. The girl was just too damn adorable at times.

"There's a lot of communication in your lives these days with texting and Facebook. I mean you don't have quiet times with yourself to make informed decisions on-"

Sam tuned her out after she said texting and pulled out his phone and opened his Twitter app. Soon a beep alerting Mercedes of a notification rang through the small office. She looked at the notification.

"Sam just tweeted that I smell good."

"I won't stop till it's trending." He said blatantly staring at her.

"This is my point," the redhead muttered. "I think that you and Sam should spend a week not talking to each other, no email no text. Nothing. And I think at the end of that week you'll have a much better idea of what you true feelings are."

Sam was about to object. He did not sign up for this! This was just going to counteract all the progress he made so far. Before he could interject the guidance counselor stopped him by raising a hand in the air,

"Starting-" She looked at the clock. "-Starting...now." The bell rang. "Hooray not speaking," she said clapping her hands.


At first, the Week of Silence thing felt like a breeze. That is until he would hear a funny joke and practice a new impression to try out on her and realized they were not allowed to talk. It was hard enough without her singing to him in Glee. Then the girl started singing in Spanish and damn it was hot and he wanted to tell her "Dora taught you well!".

He stressed his ass off searching for the right song to sing to hear- he was out of Justin Bieber songs and One Direction would not really do with the week's project so after hours of research and begging Mike to help him with dance moves he decided on a mash up between Bamboleo and Hero.

Yeah, he was standing in front of the Glee club officially singing how he wanted to be her hero even without superpowers (as the guitar pick said he did not need powers to be a hero...to be her hero) and how he wanted to kiss away the pain of him leaving. He wanted to go back in time and change it all so badly just for her.

She avoided his gaze once the song finished and Mr. Schue started asking unnecessary questions.

The rest of the week went by too slow for him and all he could do was give Mercedes lingering looks when she passed him in the halls. He even heard a few time from Santana in the passing saying that he looked like a kicked fish (seriously, when was she going to get over the fact that he had larger than normal lips? It was getting old). All he could do was stare as Shane held her hand everyday, he did however notice that she seemed in a faraway land when he did which kinda gave him some hope.

The last day of the Week of Silence had arrived and he stood there in the hallway waiting for the clock to finally hit the twelve. The bell rang; he stood rooted to his spot as random bodies passed him waiting for Mercedes.

He started doubting if she would come. What if she decided to stick with Shane and send him to his way? He started hyperventilating again but then he saw he short figure heading his way with a gorgeous smile on her lips. He smiled at her slowly making his way towards her. As he walked, he could see the excitement in her brown orbs. They met each other half way neither saying anything. They both had so much to say but had no idea where to begin. They ignored the dull chattering of the passing crowd making them feel like the only people in the hall

Sam opened his mouth ready to break the silence between them but then suddenly Shane appeared out of nowhere wiping the smile off his face.

"There you are baby-" He saw Mercedes eyes grow twice their size before she closed them cringing.

Shane put an arm around her and asked her to go to lunch with him off campus. The large man greeted him politely before taking Mercedes hand. She lingered looking back at him for only a second before turning around and letting Shane lead her away. Sam watched her leave with him before turning around broken-hearted...

Leave your lover, leave him for me...

:)

Okay, after this no more angst for a while! :) We need some happy Samcedes again :)

Side Note: I started a Samcedes story which is called 'Our Story: Untold'…I couldn't come up with a cool title yet. Anyhow take a look on my profile if you haven't read it yet.