AN: Okay, I decided to post another chapter to the Jesse/ Mercedes fanfic so here it is. I hope you like it enough to leave me a review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

"Do you need help?" Mercedes asked quietly as she set down a pair of clean clothes down for him on the bed. She had a bunch of old men's sweaters in her closet because in truth they were big, warm and comfortable. They also came in handy in situations like this. Jesse turned away from the window to look in her direction with a frown. His t-shirt was halfway pulled off, showing off his impressive torso of muscles. Mercedes glanced away from him a blush creeping up her cheeks, there was no way in hell she was going to mentally undress Jesse... blind or not.

"I've got it" he held out a tentative hand and Mercedes set the sweater and baggy pajama pants on his palm. He fisted the clothes in his grasp with a slow nod, his curls falling into his eyes. Mercedes got up from the corner of the mattress and left the room to give him privacy. She puttered around in her living room, cleaning up her mess from earlier before. Her movies were going off so she shut the television off as well, letting out a tired sigh.

She just stood there in the middle of her living room, taking in the coldness that wafted all around her, slowly closing in on her chest and legs. Mercedes shivered. The holidays sucked, not only did she have no one to share it with but she couldn't seem to shake the coldness that had her in a vice grip. Ever since her father died, the holidays meant nothing to her... He was the one that made them special, his joy made her happy and his goofy jokes made her explode with laughter. Now that he was gone, he took away the warmth in her heart and the pride that rang in her spirit. She felt so... hollow without him. Her mother felt the same way, which was one of the main reasons she was trying to get Mercedes married. She wanted to have grandchildren so that she wasn't alone, never once did she really take into consideration the black hole building in her own daughters heart.

She didn't even speak to Blaine or Kurt anymore. They were too busy taking the fashion world by storm to even sit down for five minutes and have a decent conversation. She hadn't spoken to them all year, except for the occasional text message on the weekends when they weren't exceptionally busy with their own lives.

A warm hand came to rest on Mercedes shoulder and she jumped. Quickly she turned around to face a pair of sad looking brown eyes. "Jesse? What are you doing out here?" she asked, pressing a startled hand to her chest. Her heart beat thudded against her ribcage as she tried to calm herself down. Jesse's frown deepened and he lifted a hand to her face, smoothing his fingertips across her forehead and the corners of her mouth.

"You're upset" he remarked, ignoring her question. Mercedes shook his hands away and took a step back. His eyes stayed trained somewhere above her left shoulder, hands falling limply back to his sides.

"No I'm not, I was just thinking" Mercedes replied. She didn't even know why she felt the urge to explain herself to him. Why on earth should he care whether or not she was upset? Jesse sighed, pulling a slender hand through his hair causing it to stick up in all directions. "I just came back out here to say goodnight" his voice was heavy with tiredness and his pink lips split open in a lazy yawn. Mercedes threw the remote that she was holding back onto the couch and stepped forward to take Jesse's warm hand in her own. "Let me walk you back to your room" she sighed feeling Jesse's hand tighten around her own. Almost instantly she was shrouded with his warmth, it sent goose bumps all across her shoulders. She shook that feeling away coming to a stop outside his bedroom door.

Jesse stood in the doorway for a brief moment, holding Mercedes hand in his as the silence thickened around them. He was much taller than her so his body appeared to tower over hers as he turned to face her. "Can I ask you a question?" his voice came out small as if he were afraid she'd say no. Mercedes nodded but then realized that he wouldn't be able to register that movement, "Yes"

Jesse let out a small sigh, still holding Mercedes hand in his own. She tried to tug it away but he refused to let go, she would leave him if he didn't hold her here. Or so he thought. "Why are you upset?" he asked his eyes floating over her face before coming to rest upon her chin. Mercedes rolled her eyes, raking a hand through her hair in aggravation. "I already told you that I'm not upset Jesse. Give it a rest and go to bed" she gave his hand one final tug and managed to get out of his warm grasp. She spun on her heel, getting ready to walk to the opposite side of the hall towards her room when Jesse's hands came to rest on her shoulders. He reached blindly towards her retreating form, a startled gasp falling from his lips as he did so.

"You're so cold" he remarked absently and Mercedes nearly shivered as his voice came in her ear. She turned back around to face him, looking up to take in his soft pink lips that were again drooping downward into a frown. "Why can't you live with Finn anymore?" she asked randomly, hoping to take the subject off of her and her thoughts. She didn't want to talk about her fathers' death, not with Jesse, not with anyone. Jesse tilted his head, his thumbs absently circling the frosty skin on Mercedes shoulders.

"Finn and I had a fall out. He called me 'dead weight' since I was too blind to do anything that he wanted to do. He didn't want to have to take care of me since he had his own life to live... I can't blame him for kicking me out, who would want a blind man sitting around in their house anyway?" Jesse joked although there was no humor expressed in his eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with you Jesse" Mercedes replied, anger boiling in her body. She knew that Finn was selfish but she never would have taken him for the cruel type. What would have happened to Jesse if she had shunned him away? "There are plenty things wrong with me" he sighed, "I can't hold a decent job, I've got nowhere to live, I can barely keep myself fed half the time... I'm a mess"

Mercedes reached up to shake him as a stray tear fell across his face. "You can stay here as long as you need to, I already told you that. Besides I've got plenty of space." if only he knew how true that really was. She didn't want him wandering the streets; she didn't want him to feel as sad as she did... all alone, without a place to call home.

Jesse's glanced over at her and once again she felt as if he could see her. Something in his eyes flickered brightly; the heat of his gaze was unnerving. A smile stretched across his lips when he turned away from her. "That's nice of you but I won't overstay my welcome" he turned towards the bedroom, his hands feeling the way towards the guest bed settled in the corner. Mercedes followed him into the room and he plopped down onto the bed, barely missing the headboard as he lay flat on the comforter. "You could never overstay you're welcome Jesse" Mercedes ran a hand over his head before she even realized what she was doing. Jesse closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. He hoped that one day she wouldn't feel so cold... Maybe one day he could bring warmth back into her touch, maybe.

"You're family" Mercedes whispered, trailing a hand down to his cheek before turning to leave the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself.

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