Dont own Glee. R.I.B do and... you know what I'm gonna take the high road this time and not talk shit about them. But only this time.
I wasn't ready for Monday morning to come. But just like every week, it did. Dad and I spent Sunday catching up and talking about memories. And when I woke up Monday morning, he was there. I was shocked. My normal morning routine involved me getting ready and then driving to school without any talking on my behalf unless it was singing.
Dad gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me to have a good day. I said goodbye to him and drove to school. My heart pounded as I made it into the parking lot and got out of my car. I didn't know what to expect when I saw Sam or even Quinn. She'd called my house phone several times but I ignored them. I wasn't trying to ignore her, I could never to do that, but I needed a little Evans free me time. I knew I'd get a tongue lashing but I didn't care.
I pulled my bag out of the back of my car along with Puck's bag of clothes and was stopped by Quinn and Kurt who were standing in front of me, an attitude pushing off of them in waves.
"Hi guys," I said.
"Don't you 'hi guys' us!" Quinn said with attitude.
"What?" I asked.
"Are you serious Mercy?" Kurt said, crossing his arm.
"Here's your phone," Quinn said, thrusting it towards me. I took it and sighed.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you guys," I said, walking ahead of them. I already hated the fact that it was Monday. I didn't need it to start off like this. "It's been a tough weekend. I just needed to think."
"We know," Quinn said, her tone softening. I turned around to face them and looked between my two friends.
"You know?" I asked.
"Sam told us what happened when he got back home," Kurt said, nodding his head. "Not to mention Finn said he left you at the theater after he realized he still wanted Rachel. Oh and fuck you very much for that too! The entire weekend was the Finn and Rachel reunion show!"
"Sorry," I said, looking at the ground.
"You okay?" Quinn asked.
I nodded my head. "I'll be fine. This weekend was just kinda wild for me."
"Just… next time Mercy, fill your best friends in," Quinn said.
"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "We love you. And we're here for you. no matter what. Even Tina was worried."
"I know," I said, nodding my head.
"So have you decided what you're gonna do about Sam?" Kurt asked.
I shrugged. "I haven't had time to think much about it," I said, obviously lying. It was all I'd thought about the entire weekend. It was a constant presence in the back of my mind. I'd even brought it up to my dad who thought I should tell Sam how I felt. "My dad and I spent the weekend, talking… you know about our relationship."
"Oh, Mercy that's great!" Quinn said, hugging me. "I'm happy for you."
"Ditto," Kurt added.
"So… Sam told you everything that happened?" I asked nervously.
"He told us he got caught spying on you and Finn and that he kissed you and told you he was in love with you and you ran away," Quinn said, squinting at me.
I nodded my head. "Yup, that's everything."
"He also told us that before he got home, he went over to the tranny granny's house and broke up with her," Kurt added.
"He did?" I asked.
"Yup…" Quinn said, nodding her head. "There will be no more pedophilia coming from dear elderly Kitty. Seriously, she looks old as hell."
"She reminds me of my Nanna Rosie," Kurt muttered.
"Holy shit, you're right! She does look like Mrs. Rosie! You don't think..." Quinn trailed off.
"Seriously Quinn?" Kurt said, cocking his head to the side. "She isn't my grandma!"
The bell rang and we all trailed into school.
"I'll see you guys later, I'm supposed to meet up with Blaine," Kurt said, waving to us. Quinn and I nodded to him and continued the trek down the hall. I froze when I caught a glimpse of Sam down the hall. He looked…. Well… shitty would be the nice way to put it. His normally neat hair was suffering from some serious bed head and his normally bright green eyes were dark, with bags underneath them. It almost made me feel bad that I looked good today. I mean I looked like nothing major had happened to me this weekend while Sam looked like he'd been through hell and back.
"He looks like shit right," Quinn said, reading my mind. I nodded my head. "He locked himself in his room all day yesterday. He wouldn't eat anything. Even Cool Ranch Doritos. He looks worse than Finn did when he and Rachel broke up. I even tried to bribe him with Avatar and he didn't bite."
I nodded my head again and walked to my locker.
"Hey… don't feel guilty," Quinn said. How did she do that? Know just when I was feeling a certain way. "It's not your fault he looks like the grim reapers twin brother."
I nodded my head again and continued to watch Sam as he shut his locker shut and came down the hall way. He was coming our way and I panicked. We locked eyes for a split second and I jumped.
"Ummm I gotta go," I said. Quinn pulled me back.
"No fucking way!" she shouted. "I've let you and Sam do what you had to do this entire time and both of you have failed. I'm stepping in now. You're gonna talk to him and you're gonna tell him that you love him back! Am I clear?"
I shook my head. "I can't… Quinn don't make me…" I began to gasp for air, feeling a panic attack come on. I used to have them all the time when I was younger and especially after my mom died, but it had been a while since I'd felt that constricting feeling in the bottom of my stomach.
"Mercy if you don't, you might lose him forever. You don't want another Kitty situation do you?"
I shook my head. It was true, I didn't want another Kitty situation but I wasn't sure if I was ready for a Samcedes situation. I needed an excuse to get out of here. Or at least away from this impending meeting. Sam walked closer and closer to us and I looked around for an escape. It came in the form of Noah Puckerman. I sighed and called out his name.
"Puck!"
"Yeah?" he said turning to me. I handed him his bag, just as Sam walked to us. He paused when he saw we were talking.
"Here ya go… thanks again," I said.
"Yeah, no problem," he said, partially confused. He looked between me, Sam and Quinn quickly. "Uh, I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys in French."
"Wait!" I yelled. I avoided looking into Quinn's angry eyes. "How was your weekend?"
"Good," he said, warily. "Umm you?"
"Fine," I muttered. There was an awkward silence between us. I could feel Sam and Quinn boring holes into me but ignored them. "So… who's ready for Homecoming?"
"Oh! Now you're talking!" Puck exclaimed. "Actually Quinn, I was wondering if I could talk to you."
"Sure," she said, "Why don't we go talk in private."
"Sure," Puck nodded. I panicked. I had to stop them before they left. Sometimes I had no spine.
"No!" I yelled. "We're all friends. Say what you have to say Puck."
"Ummm," Puck said, unsure of what I was doing. But Sam and Quinn knew it and had I looked into their eyes I would have seen scary Quinn and sad Sam.
"What the fuck!" Quinn exclaimed. "Mercedes Charlotte Jones if you don't stop being scary, I will kick your ass." I recoiled as her finger pointed directly at me. Quinn pulled Puck down the hall but not before giving me one more accusatory glare. I winced and turned to face Sam.
"Hi," I whispered.
"Hey," he said, before clearing his throat. "Listen, we need to-"
The bell rang and I thanked, God, Buddha, and that creepy homeless guy near the Lima Bean who thought he was Jesus, for it.
"Oh, I'll see you later Sam," I said quickly before making my way down the hall.
A/N: Mercy, Mercy, Mercy! Why are you doing this to poor Sam? This chapter is kinda short but I promise next chapter will have a samcedes confrontation so no worries. Hope you guys liked this update! And thanks so much for the reviews! 200+ and counting! Thank you sooo fucking much!
Thanks to my beta Reesie, as always.
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