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Hours into the carwash, the students of the Glee Club seemed to be having a grand time...well, almost all of them.
To be truthful, the girls were having fun and also the guys of the football team. But the guys of the Glee club, were all warily keeping tabs on Sam Evans, who was definitely keeping tabs...two intense green eyes...on Mercedes Jones' every movement.
The Glee guys knew he was wound tight.
They could see it in his body language...the way his jaw tightened and the way his long arms hung, clenched into fists at his side.
So, although they went about their given tasks, they took their extra job of caging the green eyed tiger very seriously.
"Aye, chica," Santana started. "Looks like Trouty can't keep his eyes off you." She smiled widely, her eyes full of mischief. "Just imagine when he gets a taste of all that chocolate goodness...he'll kill any guy for just breathing anywhere near you."
Poor Mercedes, she ducked her head, feeling her face heat like a furnace.
"San, stop it," she weakly said.
"That's what you'll be begging Fish Lips to do, because, he's gonna want to tap that all the time. Man, I can just imagine how you'll be walking when he..."
"San!" Mercedes all but shouted.
"What? The man is packing. Look at his hands...and his feet. He may be white, but he's got it going on. You know that too, Chica."
Mercedes looked around, seeing Sam in the distance looking her way. She smiled and sent him a little wave and he reciprocated, making her heart flutter.
Turning back to Santana, she softly said,
"That maybe so, but you don't have to talk about it...and so loudly too..."
"Why not Wheezie?" Santana asked.
She looked at the football jocks who were all busy washing cars, but her eyes remained on Anthony, Mercedes' car wash partner.
"You need to let all these guys...including the brothas...know that your man may be white chocolate, but he has what it takes to land dark chocolate, take care of it and eat it..."
"Oh my God San!"
"Make that, 'Oh my God Sam' because, I guarantee you, that'll be your new mantra, when he dips into all that chocolately goodness, that's you."
Mercedes shook her head.
"Girl, what am I gonna do with you?" she asked. Santana cosied up to her with a huge smile, laid her head on her shoulder, and said,
"Just remember, a few years from now...I'm god mother material..."
At first, Mercedes' jaw went slack, then she burst out giggling.
"For real though," Santana continued, "When you start producing little Fish Lips' I want to be their god mothers."
"Girl, you're crazy. Who says I'm going to have kids? Suppose I don't want any...?"
"Suppose all you like, but Trouty loves kids. I know you saw how he was with his little siblings...he was...and is still great with them. So he's gonna want...from you."
Meanwhile, Anthony was into soaping up the car, but he was in hearing distance and he heard every single thing that was being said, by both Santana and Mercedes.
His gaze went to the latter, eying her from head to toe, lingering on some places in particular...like her breasts and her thick legs.
He licked his suddenly dry lips and barely stifled the groan that was halfway up his throat. And just as Mercedes looked his way, he averted his eyes.
Not fast enough though, because Santana caught him and stepped to him.
"Hey, I know I don't need to tell you to back off...and that she's off limits...to every one of your buddies...and especially you."
He straightened his linebacker's frame and tried his best to look intimidating.
"Says who?" he asked.
The fiery Latina didn't need to look intimidating, she was.
"Says me...and every guy in the Glee Club. But you can ask Sam...he'll tell you who," she said with a smirk.
Mercedes' head snapped up and her feet started moving, as if of their own volition, going right to her friend, who looked ready to...literally...cut into Anthony's tough hide.
"What's going on?" she asked, coming to stand beside Santana.
"Nothing I can't handle, Chica."
Anthony's gaze swept over Mercedes again, and Santana said,
"You see how he looks at you? He and those other idiots made a promise to help out and get along...and they are holding up their end of the bargain. But if he keeps carrying on this way, there's going to be trouble."
"What's it to you if I look at her?" Anthony asked. "She's not your girlfriend...as a matter of fact...she doesn't swing that way..."
He didn't get another word out, because Santana boxed him squarely in the face.
Hard.
"Fuck! You broke my nose, you skinny dike."
And with that, she flew at him, Mercedes just barely catching her.
"No San, leave him be!"
"Déjame con él!" Santana shouted. Then added, "Esta vez te romperé toda la cara! ¡Estúpido idiota!"
"San, honey, he's not worth it!" Mercedes said, trying her best to hold onto her riled up friend.
"You're gonna fucking pay for this, bitch!" Anthony yelled.
At just like that, Sam's attention was well and truly captured.
And those of the Glee guys as well.
With a growl, Sam stalked over to the little fracas with a determined look on his face, his hands still bunched into fists.
He looked like a skilled fighter going into battle with an execrated opponent.
Immediately, the club's guys abandoned their posts and ran after him, all except Artie, who was speeding towards him in his chair.
"Mercedes..." Sam said, and right away she startled, almost losing her grip on Santana, who was still spouting Spanish in a threatening manner to Anthony.
Just that one word and the way he said it, told Mercedes everything.
He wanted to know what was going on and if she was alright.
"Uh...hi Sam," she started. "Um...I'm fine. San got into it with Anthony..."
Sam narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms and remained silent. And, so, not quite knowing where to start, Mercedes hustled Santana towards him.
"Grab her!" she said.
"What...?"
"Just...hold her Sam. Please..."
And he did, with a whole lot of questions in his green eyes.
Anthony, at this point, was holding his discarded shirt to his bleeding nose, and groaning in pain.
"Y'all need to keep that bitch on a tight leash," he said.
"Yeah? Well you need to keep your eyes in your sockets and quit ogling her!" Santana spat, pointing in Mercedes' direction.
"Man, she's gotta point. I told you before, Mercedes is off limits. And you need to respect that."
This came from one of the other jocks, who saw the spectacle and came to investigate.
"Man, fuck you! All y'all want all up on her. I'm just brave enough to look. But I didn't touch her..."
"So. With you looking all hungry and looking at her like she's a piece of steak, it's just as bad if you'd touch her," Santana yelled.
In a matter of minutes, everyone else had joined the little circle and were all wondering what had happened.
Brittany, however, stepped up and threw her arm around Santana's shoulder, in an effort to calm her. And it seemingly worked, because, Sam unhanded her and beckoned Finn to take his place.
Right away, Mike and Noah stepped up beside Sam and each rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Easy Evans," Noah said.
Sam's only response was a slight nod.
His eyes continued to bore into Mercedes, then abruptly darkened, when he saw her taking the shirt from Anthony and dabbing his nose.
"What the fuck, Wheezie! Leave that asshole be! Sam, are you just gonna stand there and let her fuss all over him?" Santana barked.
Sam didn't answer, he walked right up to Mercedes and Anthony, with Mike and Noah in tow, unknown to him, and said,
"Baby?"
Once again, just the one word, and it spoke volumes to Mercedes. He wanted an explanation.
She knew he wasn't above being kind to people...just idiots, like Anthony.
And she therefore knew, she needed to explain herself.
"Sam, I need to do this, okay? I sort of feel responsible..."
"You shouldn't be. Besides, he's more than capable of taking care of himself," Sam stated.
"I know, but..."
"But nothing, Mercedes!"
Mercedes' hand stilled, and Anthony's eyes widened.
"Uh...I think I can handle it from here. Thanks Mercedes," he said and hurriedly took his shirt from her hand.
Within a few seconds, the other jocks and the entire Glee club...except Sam and Mercedes, had disappeared, and were avidly going about their given tasks.
Even Anthony, who was now located at the far end of the parking lot, with Finn and Rachel.
Mercedes turned to Sam with a no-nonsense look on her face and her hands akimbo.
"Sam Evans, I know you did not just cut me off..."
"I did. And I did it again."
Her jaw dropped and she stepped right into his personal space.
"I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, Mr. Evans, but you need to dial it back. I'm not a child. I don't need..."
"Oh, you're definitely not a child, Miss Jones. And I never said you were."
"There you go again, cutting me off. Boy, I just can't with you. I need to be away from you, otherwise I might say something I can't take back."
Sam chuckled darkly, then stared her right in the eyes as he said,
"You need to be exactly where you are. Which is right...here. And you need to explain why you felt it was necessary to baby Anthony, right in front of me."
"I didn't baby him. I was just being..."
"Being what? Friendly? Kind? That was a diss Mercedes. You dissed me right in front of our friends."
Mercedes softened, but she remained adamant.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Sam. And I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I just...I felt I needed to do something...to diffuse the ongoing tension between Santana and Anthony. It wasn't right that she hit him."
"No. It wasn't right. But he had it coming. I've watched him, and I've seen him looking lasciviously at you. The guy has no respect for boundaries."
"Look, Sam, as I said before, I'm not a child. I know how he looks at me. But it does nothing for me. You know why?"
"I know you're gonna tell me. But tell me this first. If you knew how that idiot looks at you, why didn't you keep your distance. He's going to read more into what you did, that what you meant."
Mercedes pondered that for a moment, then said,
"That's on him if he does..."
"Damn straight it is. And he will. And when he does, he'll answer to me."
"Sam Evans, what's gotten into you? You're acting like some big, bad Alpha male."
"Well, I have to. I have a beautiful girl, with the most amazing ass ever. And every guy...straight or otherwise...and girl...wants a taste of her. And I don't like sharing...at all."
Heat flooded Mercedes' face and her lips began to twitch.
She lifted her hand, placed it on his sturdy chest and began rubbing in an up and down motion.
"You know you're wrong, right?" she asked.
"Wrong about what?" Sam asked.
"About you not liking to share. Because, you do share. I've seen you share your last dime already."
Sam smiled, as he looked down at her bowed head. Without provocation, he leaned in and placed a kiss on it.
"Hmm. You are absolutely right, baby...yet wrong. I do share...but when it comes to you...there'll be no sharing whatsoever. You're all mine. Got that?"
Mercedes lifted her face and looked up into his intense green eyes.
With a sweet smile on her face, she gave a mock salute and said,
"Yes sir!"
"That's what I want to hear," Sam said. "Now give me some sugar."
At that, Mercedes lifted up on her toes and kissed him. She felt his long arms come to rest on her hips, drawing her closer to him, as he deepened the kiss.
How long they kissed for, neither knew, but some time later, they were broken apart by loud whistles and someone yelling,
"Get a room!"
To which they giggled at, and stood with each other's forehead resting on the other.
"Sam," Mercedes started.
"Yes, baby."
"I just want everyone to get along. Is that too much to ask for?"
"No. And I want that too. But with guys like Anthony, who doesn't respect other people's relationships, it won't be easy."
"You have a point there. But...you don't have to be jealous, you know that, right?"
"I don't mean to be...it's a natural response."
"Really, Evans?"
"Really."
"Well, if it's any consolation, I'm proud of you for controlling yourself..." Mercedes started.
"Let me stop you there, baby. It wasn't easy. I was this close to punching Anthony in his already fucked up nose and dragging you away."
Mercedes stepped back and looked up at him incredulously. But noted how very serious he was.
"Boy, if you ever..."
She didn't get any further, because his lips descended on hers in a passionate kiss, erasing every thought but him.
Hours later, after a successful car wash, and an uneventful rest of the day, everyone loaded up the supplies and paired up the way they came.
As vehicles started to pull out of the lot, Sam took Mercedes' hand and started for his truck.
On hearing footsteps pounding behind them, both turned and saw Santana running towards them.
"Hey San. What's up?" Mercedes asked.
"I wanted to apologize for earlier. BrittsaidIhaveto."
She said the last part so fast, it came out as a garbled mess.
"Run that by me again," Mercedes said, biting back a smile. She knew exactly what the Latina had said, she just wanted her to repeat it.
Santana released a heavy sigh.
"Britt said I have to...to both you and Sam. There, I said it. Happy now?"
Sam smiled and Mercedes giggled. Then, she threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tightly.
"Thank you so much San. I didn't like that you hit Anthony, but...some people I know, thinks he deserve it. And I'm inclined to believe them...a little, teeny bit."
At that, Sam full on laughed, prompting the two girls to do the same. And after a few moments, the three composed themselves, and said their goodbyes...though, not before Santana leaned in and softly whispered to Mercedes,
"I can't wait for the kissing booth segment. Trouty's gonna kill someone. And I'm here for it."
The smile that was blossoming on Mercedes' face faded, as Santana's words registered. And as she watched her run towards Brittany's car, it occurred to her, this was one event she was actually scared to attend.
'What the hell did I get myself into?'
The updates are a little slower than I would've like, but I'm dealing with a lot right now.
Have no fear though, they will come.
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