AN: So Glee ended tonight and some people are upset. I am not though because this story here is my Canon and that's what matters. Lol I am okay with the ending because they are both happy and that's all I wanted.
With Her
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Sam couldn't imagine his life without Mercedes. She was like the missing piece to his puzzle. Now they were together and living their lives in New York City. It's perfect and he is not letting her go again.
When Sam wakes up, she has morning breath. He feels like he's immune to it. Her breath doesn't smell bad though, nor is her mouth fraught with mint from brushing her teeth either; there's some natural in-betweenness that reminds Sam of home.
So when he wakes in the morning and turns to find Mercedes' face buried half into her pillow, he leans in close and kisses her.
Some mornings, Sam lets Mercedes sleep in later than either of them should. Both of them busy from sun up to sun down sometimes. Her, living her dreams working on a new studio album with the top producers in the game and Sam meeting with his editors on his newest graphic novel. There's almost no time for them to stay in bed most days. It's well past eleven, sometimes noon, when Sam finally nudges Mercedes' side, rousing her gently from sleep. And when Mercedes blinks groggily up at him, that's when Sam can feel the beat of his heart thudding strong against his ribs.
And that's how he knows he's alive.
The smell of burned toast and overcooked eggs: that's the kind of thing that makes Sunday mornings worthwhile. For Sam, there is nothing better than laying in their sheets, tangled in her scent, and listening to Mercedes fumble in the kitchen to try and cook breakfast. It's a strange symphony - pans colliding, the cacophony of utensils, perhaps the smoke alarm going off - but there's no sweeter sound to Sam's ears.
Heart threatening to burst at the seams, Sam will lay in bed, just listening, for a long time before he gets up to wordlessly lend a hand and clean up the messes Mercedes has made. It's the effort that's sweet, the care that Mercedes puts into her burned bread and flattened eggs, she always manages to keep him on his toes.
It's funny. Sam doesn't need Mercedes to cook to keep him happy; he just needs Mercedes nearby.
The alarm goes off on Monday morning, and Sam just wants to sleep in a little longer. Curling up next to Mercedes, her arms wrapping around him immediately as she curls in against his warmth. It takes Mercedes a minute or two of this before she shifts, groans, and grumbles. Never the morning person.
"Mm. Did the alarm go off?" Mercedes yawns.
"Mhm." It's a muted confirmation, hummed into Mercedes' skin, kissed away between happy little noises as she shifts closer.
Mercedes sighs. "Sam."
"Mm, just a little while longer." He plants a kiss to Mercedes' shoulder and breathes in her sweet scent.
He'll hold Mercedes for just a little while longer. The rest of the world can wait.