MJSE High Chapter 11 by Yinx1
Mercedes blinked as she and the rest of the club along with Mr. Schue watched as the Ladies of Sorrow took home the first place trophy. She glanced at Rachel, who was a beet red and it looked like any minute steam would come out of her ears. They clapped politely along with everyone else before making their way to the bus.
"Second place isn't all bad," Brittany chimed breaking the silence as they bummed along.
"Shut up, Brittany, we wouldn't have second place if it wasn't for Miss Diva, changing the set," Rachel snapped.
"Who you telling to shut up, Furby," Santana cried turning around glaring at her. "You best watch yourself!"
"Sorry, but, Mercedes, aren't you even going to say anything for costing us regionals"?! Rachel asked.
Mercedes stared out the window, "I'm sorry, Rachel…everyone if I hadn't-"
"Mercedes doesn't have to say sorry; I liked her, Lauren, and Hannah's set," Tina interrupted defending her friend. She shifted to her knees looking down at Mercedes who sat with Sam behind her and Mike.
"Look, Mercedes, I'm sorry to say, but you pulled a Rachel with that number and it cost us the competition," Quinn sighed glancing her friend's way from across the aisle. "You could have at least told us you we're changing the set."
Mercedes felt tears come to her eyes, "I'm sorry," she whispered again. Sam took her hand trying to comfort her but she slipped it away wrapping her arms around herself as she blinked the tears away.
Sam wrapped his arms around her kissing her forehead softly. He looked up at Tina, who had second hand tears in her own eyes. He mouthed his thanks and she nodded giving a sad smile.
"And another thing, Mercedes, I was for sure, knew we had the competition in the bag-" Rachel began again.
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, RACHEL BERRY!" Tina screamed. Rachel's mouth snapped shut; the bus went silent as the quiet Asian girl sat back down in an angry huff.
Mercedes' boyfriend gave her a strong squeeze, he felt her stiffen then shrug him off. "I loved your set, Cede," he whispered in her ear.
Wiping a stray tear, Mercedes sniffed, "Thank you, Sam," she whispered back; her eyes kept to the view out the window.
Sam sat back as his heart sank never liking when she cried. He felt helpless, he needed to cheer his girlfriend up. "How about we go out and celebrate. Second place isn't so bad." He offered, "I'll pay; we can go to that fancy place on the north side of town…" he stopped when she shook her head.
"I just want to go home, and crawl into my bed and wish this day never happened."
"Your bed…I like where-" he stopped when she cast him a sad glassy doe-eyed look. "Sorry." He grimaced gently wiping away her tear stains. "Maybe we can order in...and just talk or if you want to wallow that's okay too."
Mercedes turned her attention back to the window, "I just want to be alone."
Sam's shoulders sagged, "Oh umm okay, but I'll call you to make sure you're okay…K." He took her hand and gave it a strong soothing squeeze.
Mercedes gave him a half smile, "Okay," she squeezed his hand back.
Sam gave her a long deep kiss at her door an hour later. "You sure you don't want me to stay, Mercedes," his eyes searched her face. "I'll stay downstairs while you brood up in your room."
Mercedes snorted, "No, Sam, I'll be okay, Mom and Dad are here this time so I'm good," she giggled letting herself in the house. "I'll call you."
"I love you."
She smiled softly, "I know you do." She gave him a quick wave before closing the door.
"What's wrong, Sam," his mother asked when he dragged his feet in his home twenty minutes later.
His thoughts still on his sad girlfriend Sam barely heard his mother, "Huh...Oh um we…we lost," he said sitting down beside her on the couch.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, but I know you did your best." She placed an arm around his broad shoulders and her baby settled his head on her shoulder.
"Everyone is blaming Mercedes because she changed songs."
"I'm sure that Mercedes changing songs didn't cost you the competition, Sam. People always look for someone to blame. And most of the time, the one that is different usually gets the full force."
Sam nodded, "She is so sad though; I was going to cheer her up, but she wants to be alone. I don't like her being alone like this."
Sam's mother brushed his bangs away before kissing his forehead, "Let her be for this weekend, talk to her on Monday okay."
Sam nodded again before heading to his room; immediately dialing his girlfriend's number it went to voicemail.
"Mercedes, hi it's me, um…Sam. I guess you would know cause of caller id and I'm rambling." Sam cursed under his breath, "I...I was just checking in on you to see…see if you needed anything. If you wanted to talk..." Sam sighed mournfully, "I guess not. But know I'm here if you want to. I'm…I'm gonna leave you alone to mope, but I'll call you tomorrow to see how you are. Guess I'm not exactly leaving you alone." He let out an awkward chuckle. "So um I love you and no matter what everyone else says; I loved your song, Cede." He gave a long sigh before hanging up.
Sam sat at his computer logging in to the school's chatroom and was instantly dragged into a video chat session with Santana, Kurt, Finn, and Brittany.
Sam gazed upon his glee mates already in a deep discussion, "What's up."
Santana rolled her Latin brown eyes as if he should have already known what they were speaking about. "Okay catch up, Guppy, there is a rumor going around that one of the sorrow nuns may be in junior high."
His brow furrowed in confused, "K…"
Santana sighed, "Ugh, you really are slow…how do you and Cedes have conversations...she is most definitely the smart one in between you."
"Just like me with you." Brittany added. "Santana says I'm a genius," her blue eyes sparkled with happiness.
"Brittany…" Santana blushed quickly then straighten up as if it didn't happen. "Anyway, rumor goes that one of the girl's in junior high. If she is we won regionals cause automatic disqualification."
"Whoa." Sam grinned for the first time since the competition.
"Damn right 'Whoa'." Santana smiled smugly sitting back in her desk chair.
Kurt spoke insightfully, "I think it was that small one on the front row though it could be the tall on in the back; I not sure seventh grade was a confusing year."
"Bet it was," Santana said under her breath.
Sam shot her a look. "When will we know?"
"Mr. Schue said Monday," Finn answered.
Sam was grinning ear to ear. "I have to call Mercedes. She's gonna be so happy."
Kurt held up his mobile, "I tried already got a voicemail."
"Me too," Santana added holding up a bling-out iPhone.
"Me three." Finn shrugged.
Brittany chimed in, "Are we playing Pokemon cards. I can do the rap. Gotta catch them all. Gotta catch em all. Gotta catch them all."
"And mute," Santana, who was the leader of the chatroom, put her girlfriend on silent. "If this whole thing goes our way, we are heading to nationals."
"For the second time," Finn smiled, "I think we got it this time too."
"We only have it, if we do the work that means we should add an extra practice maybe Saturday," Santana suggested.
"Another booty camp," Kurt groaned.
"Tana's right if we want the results we have to put in the work." Sam agreed.
"I don't like this," Santana slammed her lunch tray down on the table the following Wednesday. "That is the third time Miss Diva has blown off lunch with us. Samuel, you need to control your woman and get her back here where she belongs."
"I don't see anything wrong," Sam shrugged with a twinge of guilt because he had tried to join the group, but Eugene had told him that it was club luncheon so he couldn't sit with his girlfriend. That had been two days ago and Mercedes still refused to sit with them.
"You don't see anything wrong with that," Santana pointed at Walter, who was lean in and whispering in Mercedes ear making her giggle. Sam gulped down the rest of his soda crushing the can twice so it looked like a disk. "That's what I thought."
"There is nothing wrong with Mercedes sitting with other people, Santana." Kurt said with an eye roll.
"It is when she barely says two words to me," Santana sighed looking over longingly at her friend. "Look when Mr. Schue announced we were back and headed for Nationals, she didn't look happy about it at all. Almost as if she didn't even want to be there."
"Maybe because someone yelled at her on the bus ride home knowing her vocals weren't the cause of our loss," Kurt said poignantly eyes narrowed looking at Rachel.
"I have apologize to Mercedes," Rachel her eyes widen. "It's not my fault if she's taking it out on you."
"Why are you sitting with us, I don't like you," Santana asked bitterly and Rachel recoiled. "Where's Man Jugs so he can take you away and leave me in peace. I'm trying this Kabala thing and you're harshing my mellow. Very disrespectful of you."
"Santana," Sam cleared his throat. Rachel was on the verge of tears.
The fiery Latina rolled her cocoa eyes continuing without offering an apology to the brunette. Really the apology was leaving Rachel in silence without another side comment.
"Anyway Mercedes hasn't really been into the whole captaining thing Kurt and I are handling it. It's like she's not even there."
"That's true," Tina agreed, "ever since we got back she's distance herself. Not really distant, she says hi and all that but it's not the same. I miss her." She cast a sad look over at her distant friend.
"It's only been three days," Rachel complained, "and besides maybe she's done gossiping with you all the time," she scolded Tina which made her burst into tears.
"Oh my god! Oh my god stop talking!" Santana cried. "Your voice makes my skin crawl. Again, why are you here anyway aren't you a part of that club?"
Rachel sniffed looking down at her salad, "I am but it is really for..."
"Your own gain that's really low, Rachel," Tina upper lip curled taking the napkin Mike handed her.
"Well I do have an African American father." Rachel pointed out.
Waving her hand over in Rachel's direction, "Sorry can't hear you over all the Jew," Santana shot back. "That nose just keeps hitting me in the face. For your sake you best hope you reach Streisand level otherwise you should look into facial reconstruction, Potato Face."
Rachel glared at them before grabbing her tray and leaving in a huff.
"Santana, you need to apologize." Sam said. "That was low even for you."
"But it was effective got her ass out of my lines of vision. Plus you can't say I was wrong about anything I said."
"No you were right, your delivery was wrong," Sam admitted.
"Fine, but I'm stopping at my locker for sunglasses; I still don't want to look at her. And just for good measure I'm not telling her that that salad wasn't kosher." Santana huffed getting up to follow Rachel out of the cafeteria.
Sam watched as Mercedes and her group got up as well. "Gotta go," he mumbled taking his lunch and dumping it on his way out. He hurried behind the group listening in.
"So are we going out tonight 'cause I am feelin' karaoke." Marisol smiled.
"Sounds good to me," Mercedes grinned back.
"What about your other half," Jimmy smirked, "Don't you have to ask permission?"
"One, I'm just his girlfriend not his wife; two even if I was an ask permission gal, Sam has to work tonight."
"While the cats away..." Eugene husked wrapping his arm around Mercedes' shoulders.
"I would like to come," Sam spoke up. The group turned around to look at him as he smiled nervously. "I don't have to work tonight," his eyes went to Mercedes. He tried to keep his voice light, though he didn't like Eugene's position with his girlfriend.
Tightening his hold on Sam's girlfriend's shoulders, Eugene spoke, "Err the club isn't really your kind of place; it would be best if you don't."
Sam's green eyes narrowed slightly, "Well I'll go anyway cause my girlfriend said I coul-"
Mercedes brushed Eugene's arm away, "Sam, since you have the night off how about we stay in have a movie marathon I think TNT is showing Big Fish." Mercedes smiled, "That's our movie."
"Netflix has it, besides I wanna go to this club and get my karaoke on." He shimmed like Kurt.
"Merce, you better get your friend; he actually thinks he is invited," Jimmy snarked.
"Shut up, Jimmy," Mercedes snapped taking Sam hand a leading him away from the group. "Sam, you can't just invite yourself."
"Sorry, but I think it would be fun, and I want to get to know your friends." He nodded towards the group. "Maybe they can become our friends."
"Yes it would be good to get to know them, but the club it's not the best place. Maybe we can hangout after school tomorrow and I'll introduce you, to everyone. How's that?"
"Oh um okay," Sam ran hand through his hair. "So can I come over tonight? Big Fish haven't seen that in a while."
Mercedes shook her head, "Sam, I already made plans. Maybe you and Finn can do something?" Getting on her toes she kissed his cheek. "I'll call you," she smiled before hurrying to her group.
"Yeah there is no way in hell she gets to party and I don't." Santana drawled behind him, both watching Mercedes walk off.
"Wanna go karaoke?" Sam asked looking down at his co-conspirator.
Santana smile back, "Sure."
After she busted his windows out his car, Kurt's father Burt had fixed the front windshield. The black escalade sat a few homes down from the Jones' residence. Inside was Kurt behind the wheel, Sam in the passenger seat and Santana, Brittany, and Tina in the back.
"Are you sure she's going out tonight?" Tina asked looking at her time on her phone.
"Yeah," Sam muttered not taking his eyes of front door. "Why I couldn't come over tonight."
"Maybe she decided against it and stayed in." Kurt sighed drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "She has been wanting alone time that none of you are giving her."
"Pffft, I gave her the weekend, that is enough time to get over what Hobbit said on the bus." Santana pointed out.
Sam nodded in agreement, "Plus, she would have called me if she staying in." He insisted, "Mercedes always calls-"
He was interrupted by a black Jaguar pulling up outside the residence and honking the horn.
"That's rude," Tina observed.
Sam watched as two figures stepped out of the car. One was definitely Eugene headed up the walkway.
He was halfway there when Mercedes came out in a glammed-out outfit that made the occupants in the SUV jaws' drop.
"She never dresses like that for me," Sam pouted. He heard Brittany and Tina giggle.
"Maybe you never warranted an outfit like that." Santana mused.
They watched in great earnest as Mercedes hugged both of her friends. Sam swore the hug she gave Eugene was longer. He moved uncomfortably in his seat. They could heard Mercedes laughter as she and her friends got into the car. Kurt followed at a close distance, driving for a while before parking outside a teen club.
The quintet stepped inside. The club was filled with the majority of African-American teens with a few Asian and Latinos. All listening to what wasn't a regular karaoke; this was on a semi-professional level with groups and singles giving their all to the audience. Sam, Tina, Brittany, Kurt, and Santana acquired a table in the back, listening to a solo act singing Lykke Li I Will Follow.
"Oh, my gosh, I love this song." Tina beamed.
"Yeah this place is great look they even have food. I'll try the fried avocado, Brit you wanna split a Pina Colada?" Santana rolled her eyes, "Don't worry it's virgin; all their drinks are," she told judging eyes.
The friends ordered food and watched a few more performances. The MC came up to the mic.
"Al'right the time has come. It's time for the Five Oh Mys!"
The crowd screamed and yelled as Eugene, Marisol, Walter, Jimmy and Mercedes came up on the stage with mics in hands.
"Can she do that?" Brittany asked. "Be in two groups at the same time?"
Sam shifted again in his seat as the upbeat song started and the five began to dance the seductive choreography.
"Now we know why she didn't want you to come eh, Sam," Santana mused, her eyes flicked back from Mercedes grinding on Eugene and Sam's pursed his full lips.
Marisol:
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Walter:
I've be trying to chill, bitches wanna fuck me
Every little city I go, fuck me
Shawty must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like "oh I gotta pee"
Ran into a rocko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my bedroom
Jimmy:
God I have the ticket for a walk through
Everything that do is big
We'll talk big money, I talk big homes
I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome
Million dollar voice, came through phone
Eugene:
We heading to the top, if you coming, come on
I'm Flying out to Pisa, just to get some pizza
Fly down to Jamaica, just to roll some reefa
Sex on the beach, left love speechless
They say that money talk, tell these other niggas speak up
What's up
Marisol and Mercedes:
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Mercedes:
Say what you want to, say you want you like to
Say you want me to do and I got you
Tell me how to love you, tell me how to hold you
I'mma get it right on the first try for you
Cause you ain't never had a woman like me, yeah
And you will never have another like me, yeah
Noooooo
So I'ma give it to you baby
Mercedes and Marisol singing the chorus
Marisol:
What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby
The Quintet:
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah
The crowd roared. The five on the stage took their bows. Mercedes led them off very pleased at their performance.
"That was an interesting show, Cede."
Mercedes turned to see Sam glaring at her. He jerked his head towards the door to the club. She reluctantly followed. They didn't speak until they reached Kurt's SUV. Sam turned around grabbing her face with both hands his lips crashed hers making sure when he let go they were on the edge of becoming bruised.
Sam searched her face, "Did you enjoy it?"
Mercedes nodded her brown eyes dazed with the passion just shown to her. "What was that for?"
"Just was making sure you were still mine." Sam let her go stepping back and crossing his arms across his broad chest. He saw her blush. "So that is karaoke night."
"Sam, that was just entertainment. It doesn't mean anything."
"You sure; 'cause the way you were grinding him-"
Mercedes stepped close wrapping her arms around his waist, "Does my Sam feel lonely?"
"Maybe," he couldn't help but smile as she pecked his lips. "But it's not just me, it's your friends too: Tina, Santana, your best friend Kurt. Have you talked to them since we came back?"
Mercedes released him, "Yeah, I talked to Tina yesterday."
"Talked or said hi as you passed in the hall?"
Mercedes looked away. She was ashamed of her behavior but she really didn't want to cause any riff like the one she caused on the bus.
"Everyone's mad at me, Sam, it's better I leave well enough alone. I made a huge mistake. "
"Uh, no. Nobody is angry at you. That's in your head. You need to snap out of it. And your mistake wasn't huge. Kissing on stage is a huge mistake, switching songs is nowhere near that horrible."
Mercedes began to hug herself, "I appreciate what you are doing, Sam, but I'm fine, and its better I leave the glee."
"Like hell," came the sarcastic drawl of Santana. "You're tri-captain; you have responsibility." She lead the rest of the spying glee members.
"Can't I step down?" She asked Kurt and Santana.
"Not without a vote. Your bootylicious ass can go on trial tomorrow at glee club," Kurt informed her. "But get ready to stay, Cedes, you're not going anywhere."
Mercedes felt Sam's arms wrap around her shoulders, resting his chin on her top of her head. She rolled her eyes.
Kurt grinned at the couple. "Not anywhere, anytime soon, Mercedes, you're stuck with us, and him." He nodded his head to Sam.
"I kind of figured," she let a small smile creep to her plump lips. She linked her fingers through Sam's; tilting her head, she pecked his lips, which he quickly turned into a heated one.
"There are children in the mist, you nastee's." Santana chuckled.
Kurt was right. As Mr. Schue called out the unanimous vote, "Well, I think the club has made a point, Mercedes…what do you say."
"Okay, I'll stay but I have some friends join me?" Mercedes hurried to door; opening it. Eugene lead the group in. "What do you say, New Directions?"
"Any friend of Cedes is a friend of mine," Sugar smiled. "Artie, get up so they can have your chair. I have an announcement." She took the floor shooing Mr. Schue and Mercedes to their seats, and Mike and Puck removed some chairs for the new comers.
"I want say that my daddy has donated us money for our trip to nationals." Sugar smiled proudly.
The club all screamed with excitement.
"No more taffy!" Kurt cried.
"Also Santana told me about the awful conditions you lived in while in New York. Well, Daddy has booked us a whole floor; everyone gets their own room."
"Shut the fuck up," Mr. Schue gapped.
"Mr. Schue, language," Santana smirked.
Mercedes sat on a corner her bed going over dress designs for nationals. Sam was taking up the rest with his scrap book and drawings. He glanced at her making notes on a tablet. He needed to get rid of the feeling she still gave off. Sam sat up waiting until she finished a set of notes then pinned her on her back with some of his weight.
"Sam! The hell?" Mercedes looked up at him, seeing his worried expression. "What's wrong?"
"Do you like Eugene?"
"Errr, yeah, he's cool people. What-"
"What about Jimmy or Walter," Sam asked, his voice softened, "both?"
Mercedes pushed at his chest and Sam moved off her. "What the hell are you getting at?"
Sam laid on his back, "Nothing." He glanced at her you need to fess up look. "At karaoke…the way you were dancing, I haven't seen you do that since Les's Pussycat Dolls dance."
"Samwise, if you wanted a lap dance all you have to do is ask," she grinned slyly. Mercedes moved to straddle his hips, and began to unbuckle his belt.
Sam stopped her. "No…I mean yes I want one, but it's not what I'm talking about. He isn't Les but…" Mercedes stopped him with a deep kiss that took his breath away.
"Samuel, I'm yours. My heart belongs to you. Don't ever worry about this, what we have." She stroke his cheeks with her knuckles and pads of her fingers. "No one else has touched me the way you do…emotionally and physically."
"No more worries…so how about that lap dance," he asked grinning playfully up at her.
Mercedes giggled then finished releasing Sam from his jeans. She pulled her dress up as she began to rock back and forth. Sam slipped his fingers under her dress feeling no barrier.
Sam licked his lips, "No panties, Woman?"
Mercedes felt Sam's penis grow hard beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. "Easy access," she smirked.
Sam sat up capturing her mouth. His tongue was granted permission and it roamed inside her mouth, licking the roof. Mercedes could feel herself begin to leak. Sam slipped to fingers inside her as her hand found its way inside his boxers. The two spent the rest of their time getting each other off and tasting each other's essence.
"I love you, Sam," Mercedes smiled
Sam sighed with relief, "Good to hear that."
Her smile faded and a confused look spread across her face. "What do you mean by that, Samuel?"
"You haven't told me in a long time, Cede." Samuel confessed.
"That's no…" Mercedes began racking her brain. Sam was right, it had been over two weeks since she told him. No wonder he was insecure about his place with her. Then hanging around Eugene, Walter, and Jimmy didn't make his disappear. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I didn't even realize…"
"I hurts hearing I know you do instead of I love you," his green eyes welding with tears. "It's why I had to question you. I wasn't sure anymore."
"Well you're sure now. I love you, Samuel Beck Evans. Something catastrophic will have to happen to make me stop."
"I don't plan on doing anything catastrophic."
"Me neither." Mercedes smiled then challenge her love to a game of thumb wars.
Chapter End, TTFN :-]
