A/N: Hey ya'll! I know this chapter is a shorty but it's action packed. This is the last update for a while with the holidays and my birthday (January 3!) and everything so I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think.
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As the roommates were finishing their dinner no one wanted to leave the table. They were all waiting for Mercedes to confront Quinn.
Quinn on the other hand was completely oblivious to the landmine she was currently navigating. She thought all was clear because Mercedes hadn't said anything. She was willing to wait for Sam to come to his senses. She believed he only kicked her out of his room because he was shocked. She couldn't fathom a world where Sam didn't want her. They were perfectly together and Quinn was perfectly willing to to whatever she had to do to prove it to Sam. Rachel and Tina cleared the table and the roommate moved to the living room. When they all settled into their seats and Mercedes still hadn't said anything, Kurt tried to fill the silence.
"Sam, what was that cocktail you made for dinner?" Sam thankful to fill the silence launched into the story about the drink he had prepared.
"It's called a St. Germain Cocktail. My boss taught me how to make it. We host private parties and people like a light cocktail for dinner in place of wine. He learned it when he was in France. It's got Chardonnay, St. Germain elderflower liqueur and soda water."
"What's St. Germain elderflower liqueur?" Mike asked inquisitively.
"One of the many liqueurs that only bartenders know about." Sam told him with a laugh. Mercedes decided then that she was ready to confront Quinn. She had taken the time to pull herself together. She didn't want to start yelling and looking like the typical angry black woman stereotype. She took a deep breath and leveled her gaze at Quinn.
"Quinn are you finished?" Mercedes asked her quietly. Quinn was startled and confused by Mercedes question.
"Finished what?" Quinn asked puzzled.
"Throwing yourself at Sam like a desperate ho." Mercedes said with a voice that belied her anger. Quinn of course in no way thought she was behaving desperately.
"I'm hardly desperate, Mercedes. Just because Sam is finally coming to the right conclusion about him and I, doesn't mean I'm desperate." Quinn said rolling her eyes.
"What conclusion is that, Quinn?" Mercedes asked angrily.
"That he and I are perfect together." Quinn said plainly, Quinn felt glad that she was finally able to say ti out loud. She was tired of hiding her feelings and she was sure that Sam felt the same way. "I'm so glad we are finally having this talk. I've been trying to convince Sam to tell you but he's been so caught up so I guess it's up to me." Rachel, Tina and Kurt shared a look. They were shocked. They couldn't believe that Quinn was about to say that experimenting nonsense out loud to Mercedes. "I really thought that you would have come to your senses by now; but I understand why you haven't." Quinn said with sympathy in her voice. All at once Mercedes realized where Quinn was going with the conversation. To say that Mercedes temper skyrocketed would be a gross understatement. She cut Quinn off before she could go any further.
"Ok, Ms. Cray. I mean Quinn. Apparently you're not just desperate, you're delusional. Every time I think you take it too far you go further. Telling other people that Sam is experimenting, hoping they would tell me and then you could move in on him. Then you climb into bed in your bra and panties, and I think that's as far as she can go; but here you are about to tell me that Sam isn't serious about me. He just wanted to see what a black girl was like or was it that he wanted to know what a bigger girl is like. I shudder to think what you will do next. So before you go further, listen up, if you ever have the thought to climb into bed with Sam again you better believe that I will beat your pretty blonde cray cray ass. I will not ask questions. I will not stop for explanations. I will snatch you from the bed and beat your skinny blonde ass. Do you understand me? If you think I'm lying or that I'm pretending try me. I swear on my autographed Bodyguard soundtrack, I will snatch you bald." Mercedes hadn't raised her voice or her hand to Quinn, but she was crowding her space. They were within kissing distance and Mercedes brushed Quinn's hair from her shoulder. "Remember what I said Quinn. I don't want to revisit this conversation ever again. Am I clear?" Mercedes voice was lethal and Quinn was holding back tears as she shook her head yes. "Good." Quinn ran from the living room to her bedroom, the tears streaming down her face.
Quinn Confessional
I can't believe Mercedes threatened me. I'm just trying to help her. It is the saddest think I've ever seen. She is so desperate for a boyfriend and herself hate is so strong that she would date someone who can't possibly be serious about her. Sam and I are perfect together. We have so much in common. What can he possibly have in common with her? It's clear they're not compatible, the way she treated me proves the kind of person she is. Somebody forgot to tell her that she was supposed to leave the ghetto girl mentality back in the ghetto where she lives.
