This is a longer chapter I was going to try to split it up but I think all the information goes together better in one big chapter.

*Just a little disclaimer* I hope you all don't take anything said in this chapter as 'Kurt Bashing' this is just how I feel a conversation would go between two people who had a friendship that ended a very one-sided way. One friend feeling and certain way and the other not really getting it. And since Kurt and Mercedes haven't talked in so long I feel this is how the conversation would logically go. So without further ado! Chapter 11!

AFTER SCHOOL – Janitor's Closet

Seeing as we were in the janitor's closet I kind of expected the person who just walked in on Sam and I to be, I don't know, the janitor. Oh but no, to my great surprise the prize behind door number 1 happened to be one Kurt Hummel.

"Is everything ok in here, I heard screaming and thought someone was dying!" Talk about bad timing, I was just about to try to tell Sam how I felt but now I've lost the words, or the nerve. Oh, hush you, stupid random voice!

"No, Kurt everything is fine Same and I were just having a private conversation…"

"…Hence the closet." Sam finishes for me.

"It sounded more like an argument to me." Well duh we were yelling at each other.

"Well whether it was a conversation or argument, one thing remains constant, it was private. So, if you don't mind." I say to Kurt before I walk out the closet and back towards my locker. I feel a presence behind me and assume its Sam. I receive yet another shock in the form of Kurt standing beside me at my locker and Sam walking the other way down the hallway. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I know its Sam telling me 'this conversation isn't over' or 'we'll continue this later' or some other form of that threat. So, that means I'm about to go from one awkward ass conversation to another; and there I go using awkward again. I'm so tired of the Mary J. Blige level of drama that consists in my life.

"Is there something I can help you with Kurt?" I ask once we stop at my locker and I start to put the combination in.

"What was that with you and Sam just now?" Kurt asks looking concerned.

"I'm sorry, did I mess the memo that we were friends again?"

"No need to be harsh Mercedes…"

"Harsh? Seriously Kurt?! You do realize that 3 months ago I practically begged you to give a damn about me and you basically told me to suck it up and stop being jealous of the Hummelberry show and your relationship with Blaine. And now that I don't want to have a 'lady chat' with you I'm being harsh?"

"Look I really regret how I handled that and I've wanted to talk to you so I could apologize for a while now." He sounded like he was getting emotional, now he wants to get emotional!

"How long is a while Kurt, the last time we spoke was 3 months ago and the last time we were in the same general vicinity was Rachel's party, where you actively avoided being anywhere near me the entire time. I didn't move, my number has been the same since 9th grade and we're friends with all the same people, so it's not like you couldn't get in contact with me." Facts on facts on facts!

"I wasn't about talking to you, it was about knowing what to say. I was upset after you left my house because I felt like you wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. It took me a long time and a few heart-to-heart's to realize you were right. I was neglecting our relationship. You were my best friend, the first person I told I was gay and you always had my back no matter what. Then Rachel came around and we bonded, but I left you behind, and that wasn't right. I know we're in high school and people's cliques and friendships change more than Lady Gaga changes her style but I really wanted 'us' to last."

"What exactly is it you're trying to say Kurt?" I think I know but I want to hear him say it.

"I want to say I'm sorry for everything I said to you 3 months ago. I'm sorry for getting caught up in Rachel Berry madness and mostly I'm sorry for not fighting for us and I just want to know if we can ever go back to the way we used to be?" Kurt's crying right now, and I feel nothing . we've been here before; me felling neglected, him apologizing and normally we both cry and I forgive him then we start the cycle all over again. But not this time, if I forgive him how do I know he won't do the same thing over again?

"I don't think so Kurt, I've given you chance after chance and you wouldn't listen. You had to have someone else tell you that you screwed me over. We used to have plans Kurt we were going to go to L.A. together, you were going to be the next Donna Karen and I was going to be the next Aretha Franklin and we were going to buy two house right next door to each other so our kids could grow up together and so we could always be together.

There is a part of me that wants to forgive you and tell you that everything is going to be alright and try to work on rebuilding our friendship but I'm noticing a deadly pattern. You keep on walking all over me and just excepting me to wait in the wings until you're ready for me then you want me to be your best friend all over again but only when its convenient for you…" sound familiar? "…It hurts Kurt and I'm tired of being hurt.

I forgive you Kurt but for the time being I don't see us being friends, and I certainly don't see us being or working towards being the way we were any time soon. So thanks but…not this time." With that I walk away and out to my car. This time I don't cry, this time, there is no doubt in my mind that I did the right thing. When I get to my car I text Sam:

To: Sammy

From: Me

"Hey can you come to my house in about an hour?"

Almost instantly I got an answer back:

To: Me

From: Sammy

"Sure "

LATER –Mercedes's House

"Hey bab-Mercy," Sam says when I open the front door for him, he almost slipped and called me babe, I heard it with my own two ears, but seeing as this is a very serious conversation pointing that our would be counterintuitive. See using new words, what?!

"Hi Sam, please come in and sit." We walk in to my house together and take a seat on opposite sides of the couch. "Look Sam I asked you over here to talk about, well you know, 'us'."

"Really?!" He says it with such enthusiasm that I just want to kiss him. No, focus, explain now kiss later.

"Look when you left the closet and left me with Kurt we talked and he apologized to me. I forgave him but when he tried to convince me to be his friend again I told him no. I told him I was tired of waiting on the side lines and only being his friend when it was convenient for him. That's when I realized that, that's what I'm doing to you and I don't want that anymore. I don't want you on the sidelines of my life and I don't want the only time you're a part of it to be when no one's around. It's just that for some reason I'm scared."

"Mercy, you can have me on the sidelines, frontlines or backlines of your life, just as long as I'm a part of it. Though I would prefer to be in the front. I just want to know why you're so scared." That's what I'm trying to figure out.

"It's just I…" Once again before I can finish the sentence we're interrupted, this time by my phone. "Hey Quinn what's up?" Just the person I didn't want to speak to.

"Hey Merce I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?" No, not really.

"Uh…sure that would be cool when do you want to come over?" Just then the doorbell rings. Oh hell to the no, I know this chick did not just ask me could she come over while she was still standing outside. I walk over to the door and lo and behold who should be at it but the one and only Quinn Fabray. "Oh, hey girl, what's up?"

"Nothing much just thought we could have a sleepover…oh I didn't know you had company…" Quinn trails off as she spots Sam sitting in the living room looking at us.

"Oh, yeah, Sam was just…" Eloquence is back and in full effect.

"I was just over here for some advice but now I'm leaving…" he gets up and walks up behind me, don't do anything stupid or cute, then he walks around me and stands next to Quinn. "…So, I guess I talk to you later Mercy. See you Quinn." Sam leaves and Quinn comes in and once again I've lost the words. There's nothing I can do now but pray that I find them before Sam loses his patience.

Well...did you like? Please review like usual I enjoy CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM and gladly welcome it. Next chapter we see the drama between Quinn/Sam/Mercedes begin! Until next time!