You guys are in luck I felt like giving you a double dose of You Again so enjoy!

July, 24th, 2012

New York, New York

Mercedes sat on her couch, designing a dress, when she heard her buzzer go off. Sighing, she walked to the door and looked at the security camera; seeing it was Sam, she hesitated for a moment.

"What?"

"Merce, can you let me up, please? I just need to talk to you. Please."

She didn't say another word, just hit the buzzer and walked back over to her couch. She had a slight concussion and bruise on the side of her head, along with bruises along the right side of her body and a wrap on her strained arm. And Kurt had stayed with her for the first few days after she got out of the Hospital.

But now she was feeling more herself and was glad she had time to focus on her work, she was also happy that she didn't hurt her drawing arm.

The door opened, and she watched him walk in with his hands behind himself. "Merce…are you okay?"

Mercedes nodded. "I know you know I am, heard Blaine relaying everything to you."

"Blaine can say you are okay, but until I hear it from your lips, I won't believe it."

She sighed. "I am okay, just sore."

Sam moved and pulled a gift basket out from behind his back. "I had my mom help me put this together, and it's a bunch of different remedies for pain and lavender to help with calming."

Mercedes took the basket and smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Fudge brownies? Laffy Taffy's? A box of hot chocolate and iced tea?"

"I added a few things I know you like to make you feel a little better."

"Sam, this is, this is really sweet of you."

"So where is Jordan, I feel I owe him an apology too."

Mercedes sighed. "Jordan took a job taking photos in Kenya for a few weeks. He said he felt bad, and after what he did, he knew I would need some space. So I told him we could talk when he got back."

Sam sighed, sitting down. "That's good; he is a good guy."

Mercedes laughed. "Yeah, he looked really good with your fist slamming in his face and his in yours."

Sam ran his hand through his hair. "About that, I was really just jealous and he was too. But you like him, and I just made things worse, so I think I need to get away for a while too."

She shook her head. "First, you two fight over me, then you both leave me? What in the hell did I do wrong in my life for this?"

Sam ran his hand over her cheek. "Nothing, we were wrong, and we both hurt you. When I saw you on that ground, I realized I was doing you harm. So I was offered a temporary job in L.A. working on a few covers. And I am going to use that time to better myself because I don't want to lose you, Merce, and if I keep down this path, I will."

She nodded, moving the basket and laying on his chest. "I felt like I just got you back, Sam…."

"You still have me; it's just in a different place, you know? Besides with your friends, Jordan, and work, you won't miss me." He said, gently wrapping her in his arms.

"I will always miss you, Sam."

He kissed her forehead. "I will always miss you too."

August 2012

New York, New York

Mercedes danced around her apartment wearing a tee shirt and boy shorts, finally unwinding from her day when her phone beeped, and she looked down, freezing. She saw it was an email from Sam. She hadn't really heard from him since he left, and there was the odd text here and there over the last three weeks, so she wasn't sure what his email would say.

Things were still a little awkward with Jordan; he had returned home a few days ago for a visit and had to head back to Kenya, but he was trying, and she appreciated that.

Grabbing her ice cream, she sat down at her laptop, decided this might be a laptop kinda email, and opened it.

August 24th, 2022

Dear Mercedes,

Hey, I know I haven't written you since I have been gone; sorry about that; I have texted you though maybe not enough. But I wanted you to know I am safe, and it's really something out here; you would really love it. I really hope you are doing okay. Write me or text me sometime.

Samuel D. Evans

August 25th, 2012

Dear Sam,

Did you have to sign it, Sam D Evans? Like, I don't know who you are, Samuel Dwight Evans! Though considering how you completely ignored me, I can understand why you think that. Things are okay here. I am so glad you love LA I may have to go visit it someday.

Mercedes E. Jones

September 10th, 2012

Dear Mercedes Evelyn Jones,

You act like you couldn't text me? I mean, the phone does work both ways, Darlin. Though I did get that cute little selfie. Now, as if I could ever forget that you know almost everything about me. I guess I was still feeling a little awkward. How are things on your end? Is Kurt driving you crazy? Blaine says he literally talks patterns in his sleep now. I saw a billboard here with your clothes! [inserts image] Words can't express how proud I am of you.

Sam

September, 17th 2012

Sam,

I got your text and your email; sorry I could only reply to the text first but come on, you really want me to believe that Thor can beat Incredible Hulk? Next, you are gonna tell me that Captain America can beat Iron Man. He's Iron Man.. anyways, I probably know more about you than anyone in my life. Even Kurt. Speaking of him, he's dreaming of fabrics because he has this huge pitch coming up for a suit for the Men's line. Be proud of him! Like I am proud of you. OMG, also, look at this photo I took [Inserts photo]. Doesn't he look like Mr. Schue from high school? Just a bit buffer? Lol. Miss you.

Mercedes

September 26th, 2012

Merce,

Are we weird for texting and emailing each other? I don't care if we are. I can not believe I have been here for two months already? Time is really flying! My designs are a hit, and so I think it's time. Time for what, you might ask? For video chat, trading pictures don't seem like enough anymore. So tomorrow night! You and me! Video date! Anyways speaking of date, how is having Jordan back? I gotta go, but I miss you, Merce. I miss you a hell of a lot.

Sam

PS You should know saying Cap can't beat Iron Man, well, thems fighting words missy…

PPS When I wrote Thems, it kept changing it to Themes, and I yelled at my computer. Hahahaha

September 26th, 2012

Sam,

Video date it is, things with Jordan; let's save that for the video.

Merce.

P.S. Then let's fight Evans; you don't scare me!

PPS Why? Just why lol

September 26th, 2012

Merce,

Rude.

Sam

PS Don't Fall Asleep… Don't Fall Asleep.

September 26th, 2012

:P

PS I hate you; I literally just stopped watching that damn video; I am watching Seagull Stop it now on repeat, and my staff thinks I am crazy! Ima hit you with a coconut!

PPS See you tomorrow night!

September 27th, 2012

Mercedes stared in the mirror; she was wearing an off-the-shoulder shoulder dress and let her fall over her shoulder in curls. She checked the time, walked to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of wine and her pizza, and made her way to the couch, waiting for Sam to call.

It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking to have him call her on video, they hadn't really seen each other while he was gone, and she missed his face.

Her computer started to ring, and she waited a few seconds not to seem too eager.

"Hey Sam!"

Sam smiled, leaning back in his chair. "Whoa, did you just get off of work? Or were you heading out?"

Mercedes frowned. "Why? What's wrong?"

"You just look really nice."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "Says the man in a pressed shirt and his hair freshly washed."

Sam gave her a lopsided grin and shrugged. "Maybe I wanted to look nice for you."

"Maybe I wanted to look nice for you too…so how are you, Evans?"

Sam leaned back in the chair with a piece of pizza in his hand. "You know, sitting on a couch, eating some delicious pizza, staring at the most beautiful woman in the world. I can't complain."

Mercedes blushed, shaking her head. "Shut up." She grabbed her own slice and sighed. "You know I came to New York to be around friends; it doesn't feel good knowing that you are there and I am here."

"You only have to live without me for a few more weeks, then I am coming home, and you are baking me a pie," Sam said with a mouthful of pizza.

"I never agreed to that."

"You sure? Because I remember it, you hugged me goodbye and said, 'Sam Evans, I am making you a pie when you come home.'" He said in a high-pitched voice.

"Boy, you are crazy! I never said that! You must have me confused with one of your many, and excuse you, I don't talk like that. But if you want a pie, I suppose I may be able to make that happen."

"Mercedes Jones, trust and believe me when I say that I can never ever get you confused with anyone."

Mercedes sighed, grabbing her glass of wine. "You are a flirt, Sam."

"And you love it." Sam countered.

She shrugged. "What woman wouldn't love to be flirted with by you. Speaking of women, I heard through the grapevine that you met someone in L.A."

Sam sipped his wine. "I didn't hear that."

"Of course, you didn't because it's about you. Tell me about her."

Sam laughed. "Are we really doing this?"

"Yes I want to know."

Sam threw up his hands. "Fine, but after we are putting your cute butt into the hot seat." He scratched his scalp. "Her name is Emma, and she is an actress, and before you even start, don't."

"What?" Mercedes smirked. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

"Lies you tell Mercedes Evelyn Jones, your snarky comment was on the tip of your tongue."

"All I am gonna say, Samuel Dwight Evans, is I bet she's pretty." She said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"You better stop before I put that tongue to use when I come home." Sam teased.

"Promises promises Evans. Just like you promised after Prom, you would "put it on me," and all you did was stand there nervous. I had to come on to you!" She laughed.

"Okay, flag on that play! It was our first time, and forgive me for being nervous!" He said, shaking his head with a smile. "You took charge like some sexy wild cat, though, and it was hot."

"I was scared as hell, but you took care of me."

They were both quiet for a moment then Sam cleared his throat. "So, how are things with you and Jordan? Have you forgiven him for what he did?"

She sighed. "I know it wasn't his fault. He was angry and let his temper get the best of him, but he hurt me in a way no man ever had, and it scared me. What if he did it again? We've been talking, but that fear keeps nagging me."

"Merce, that man didn't mean to hurt you. I saw the look of regret and fear in his eyes, he's a good dude who really cares about you, and you deserve that. If you think you can forgive him, at least try to give him a chance."

She smirked. "Sam Evans actually giving his ex-girlfriend good advice about another man? Gotta say I didn't see that coming."

"I got layers, Merce." He laughed. "I am like Shrek, and you gotta peel us back in layers…cause we are onions…" he said in his Mike Myers voice.

Mercedes snorted, covering her face. "Stop!" She laughed. "I almost snorted out wine through my nose!"

Sam sat up laughing. "Oh no, see, now I gotta keep going! I hit record, snort baby snort!" He teased.

As Sam continued doing her favorite of his voices, she sat back, staring at him happily, finally feeling like maybe, just maybe, they would be okay.

October 15th, 2012

Sam counted down the time before his flight landed in New York, he had it on good authority that Jordan was in Chicago, and Mercedes would be home alone. He really just wanted a night to see his best friend in person and finally not feel like everything he did was wrong.

They really had grown closer in these past few months, and as much as he was still in love with her, getting to be her friend and feeling this way with her again, it was like it was when they first met.

As his flight landed, he hopped into a cab and headed over to Blaine and Kurts to shower and change. Kurt was still pissed at him, but he liked that Sam was making Mercedes smile, and he promised he wouldn't do anything with Mercedes but laugh. So Kurt said he would allow Sam to go see her. Joke was on Kurt cause Sam would have done it even without his permission. He even told Mercedes that he and Blaine ordered her Chinese so she would open it when he buzzed.

He just wouldn't have told Kurt. Quiet as it was kept, Kurt may have seemed a bit feminine to people, but when anyone crossed Mercedes or Blaine, the man was an animal.

Taking a cab to Mercedes's place, Sam stopped to grab them some Chinese and a good bottle of wine. As he buzzed to be let up, he smoothed down his hunter-green T-shirt and added a black leather jacket and a pair of black jeans. He also let his hair grow a little longer in the front and didn't shave his beard like he told her he was going to.

He may have also bought her flowers, and as he walked up her stairs, he was feeling a bit silly about it, but he was in it now; he might as well go for gold. Knocking on the door, he practically held his breath as he waited for her to answer.

His breath hitched as she opened the door; she was a true vision. Standing before him in nothing but a pair of shorts and a shirt that had the avengers on it. Her hair was in curls on top of her head in a messy bun.

"Sam? What are you doing here?"

He lifted the bag. "I figured we could watch Avengers and eat Chinese, and you can explain how in the hell you think Iron Man can beat Cap."

She folded her arms. "And what makes you think I have the DVD?"

"Mercedes, if you don't have the DVD, I will lick this nasty-ass carpet," Sam stated.

Mercedes laughed, shaking her head. "I hate how well you know me."

It didn't take long for them to get comfortable eating and watching movies. It felt like old times, laughing and cuddling up on the couch; neither wanted the night to end, which is why when one movie ended, they just played another one.

Sam awoke to a blank screen and a dark room; checking his watch and seeing it was nearly 2 in the morning, he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down to see Mercedes entwined with him. She was always that kind of sleeper who snuggled close and held tight.

Not wanting to wake her, he shifted, trying to move her off of him, but felt her shift under him.

"Stop moving, Sam; I'm comfortable." She mumbled.

Sam sighed. "Here, let me help you to bed, Merce."

"Fine!" She whined, lifting her arms so he could pick her up. Mercedes wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked towards where he thought was her bedroom.

"Left or right, Merce?"

"Right." She mumbled again, and Sam opened the door to a beautifully decorated, soft lavender-colored room with a four-poster king-size bed. Walking to the bed, he pulled the covers back, laying her down gently onto the bed.

As he went to remove her arms from around his neck, she turned her head towards him. "I am really glad you came back, Sam; I missed you."

Sam smiled, kissing her forehead. "I missed you too, Merce."

She pulled him closer to her gently. "You can stay the night; it's too late for you to go anywhere."

Sam nodded. "I'll take the couch; get some rest."

She stared up at him, swallowing hard. "You ever wonder if this is how it would be? If we were together."

Sam sighed, wanting to pull away from her but enjoying how it felt with her arms wrapped around him. "All the time. Night Merce."

She slowly removed her hands from his neck but rested them on his cheeks as she leaned up from the bed and kissed him softly. Sam's reserve was breaking as he went to pull away, and she kissed him again, causing a soft groan to leave his lips.

Mercedes moved her hands through his hair as she pulled him back with her, kissing him deeply.

"Merce…" He said against her lips. "You are sleepy, and we should stop."

She pulled away from him slightly. "I'm not…I know I am kissing you, Sam." She said softly, searching his eyes in the dark moonlit room for what he was feeling. "I forgot…"

He licked his lips, brushing his tongue against hers. "Forgot what?"

"Forgot how perfect this feels…how right."

Sam nodded. "I forgot too."

As they stared at each other for a few brief moments, they both moved simultaneously, kissing to relive and enjoy those perfect moments for as long as they could.

Sam's hands traveled down her body as she pulled him closer, wrapping her thighs around him. Any willpower and resolve to leave he had flew out the window at that moment, and soon, they were exploring each other all over again, clothes flying and lips tasting every exposed part of each other. Sam moved to position himself between her as she flipped them over, causing him to hiss as her hot, warm center brushed against his cock.

"Merce." He strained out as she continued to tease him as she sucked on his bottom lip. Sam's hands moved to her perfect breast, pinching and tugging at her nipples, causing her to cry out in the most beautiful way.

As she lined herself up to slowly lower onto Sam, he linked both his hands with hers, intertwining their fingers and stealing a kiss as her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Look at me, Merce," Sam asked.

Mercedes opened her eyes and stared at him with a nod as he placed his hands on her hips and started to move. "That's right, beautiful, moved with me."

"Sam!" She yelped as he thrust up hard and deep. She moved her hips slowly before starting to bounce as Sam's hands explored her body and landed on her clit.

"Come for me, Merce; I can feel you need to come." He said, and her body responded by erupting. Mercedes screamed out as Sam flipped them over, so he was on top.

Placing her legs over his shoulder, Sam thrust into her faster, brushing against her sensitive nub, watching her pants and moans turn into screams, groaning as his own pleasure built.

"Sam, I-I'm so close again," Mercedes said breathlessly.

Sam nodded. "Me too." Wrapping her legs around his waist, he bent down to kiss her as they both fell over the edge into bliss. Riding out their orgasms as they continued to kiss and hold each other.

As one round turned to three and they finally drifted off, if the walls could talk, they would say how they heard whispers of I love you, sleepily being said, snuggled in each other's embrace.