Title: I Need You Now
Category: Glee
Pairing: Sam/Mercedes
Genre: Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
A/N: I`m sorry this took so long to post. This was actually supposed to be what happens in chapter four but I guess it ended up needing to be put here and what was supposed to happen in this chapter will be in chapter four. It sounds odd but it will make more sense this way. Just in case you get confused, if it`s more than a couple words (a few paragraphs, for example) in italics then it is a flashback. If there are any Klaine fans reading this, I hope I did them justice. I also want to thank EragonArya with helping me with my lack of an imagination. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for all of the feedback you guys have given. It`s really helped with my writing and made me happy. Enjoy!
Chapter 3 –
Sam motioned for Kurt to follow him up the stairs and back behind the stage. "Thanks for doing this," Sam said as they walked. "It`s kind of odd because she tried to humiliate me, but I can`t stand anyone hating me the way Mercedes seems to, without any reason that I know of. I really want her to like me."
"Well, I haven`t done anything yet. And, like I said, I don`t know how much help I can be. Once you`re on Mercedes` bad side, it`s really hard to get off. Trust me, I know," Kurt stated. He was getting really excited; he was only a few feet from Blaine.
"Just wait here a second," Sam said. "I need to make sure Blaine is presentable."
"`Kay," Kurt said. On the inside he was squealing, and jumping up and down. This morning when he woke up he had had no idea that he would be meeting his favourite rock star that day. The excitement was nearly threatening to swallow him. Breathe, he thought, he already winked at you so he probably won`t hate you.
"Blaine?" Sam said, looking around. "I brought someone to see you."
Blaine was sitting in front of a mirror pulling on his curls and frowning. "Hey Sam, should I gel these, or something? They`re getting in the way... Wait, what! I thought you promised you would stop bringing back crazed fans, I`m tired of getting girls` phone numbers. It makes me feel bad when I have no interest in calling or going out with any of them."
Blaine turned back around and continued to stare at his hair as Sam smirked behind him. "Trust me, I think you`ll like this fan."
"Why? Who is it?" Blaine asked absently, still focusing on his hair. "Seriously, Sam, what should I do about these curls?"
"I`d have to say I like them like them like that," a higher voice that Blaine didn`t recognize declared.
Blaine spun around. "Sam, what on... Hey! It`s... Oh my gosh, I can`t believe you actually brought him back here. Wow! This is just unbelievable!" Blaine was incredibly excited. He jumped out of his chair and stretched out his hand to Kurt. "Hi! I`m Blaine! What did you think of the show?" Wow, Blaine thought as he shook Kurt`s hand, he has really soft skin.
They probably held hands for a little longer than necessary, and only let go when Sam cleared his throat.
Kurt laughed at Blaine`s excitement, happy that he wasn`t the only one who was extremely ecstatic right then. "I`m Kurt," Kurt said. "I am a huge fan and I have always wanted to meet you. Your show was amazing and I loved your choice of songs. You`re so good on guitar and your singing is incredible. My friends and I are in a band too, but we`re just starting out, trying to get gigs and stuff. I play the keyboard and I`m one of the lead singers. I would play the guitar but I have a strict no callous law on my hands. Wow! I`m babbling, just tell me to shut up when I do that. I do it mostly when I`m excited or nervous and I`m both, meeting you because you`re just amazing. And really, Kurt, did you just say that out loud. Ok, time to shut up."
Kurt stopped talking and looked down, his face bright red. Blaine chuckled and the sound made Kurt look up. It wasn`t the mocking type of laugh that he usually got, this was a more friendly laugh.
"Well," said Sam, "I best be going, but here`s my number, Kurt. Please call me or text me if you come up with any way that I can get Mercedes to like me even a little bit more."
"Ok, fine, whatever," Kurt said distractedly, waving his hand in a shooing gesture in Sam`s direction and staring at Blaine while Blaine shooed Sam away too.
These two are going to work out just fine, thought Sam. Now I`ve killed two birds with one stone; I`ve gotten someone to help me with getting Mercedes to like me, and I won`t have Blaine whining about how he should have gone to talk to the skinny boy.
Sam was feeling very proud of himself as he exited the stage area, only to see Mercedes looking around anxiously.
"Hey!" he called. "What are you looking for?"
She turned her head at his voice and scowled. "If you really must know," she snapped. "I`m looking for Kurt."
"Oh, well he`s kind of busy right now."
Mercedes crossed her arms over her chest. "Really, and how would you know?"
This was not going well. Sam still had no idea why she was so angry at him, but he was getting tired of it. "Well, for your information, I introduced him to Blaine, and they seemed to hit it off."
"Okay..." Mercedes seemed to stop and think. She was happy that Kurt got to meet Blaine, if not only so he wouldn`t be fretting about not taking the chance later. She also knew that there must be something in it for Sam, he wouldn`t just introduce the two randomly without some ulterior motive, would he? "So what`s in it for you?" she asked. Geez Mercedes, you`re being bold today, she thought.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked, looking incredulous and then guilty.
So I was right, though Mercedes. "You heard me," she said out loud instead. "What are you getting out of Blaine meeting Kurt?"
"Nothing," Sam said. "I felt that the two should meet because Blaine`s been lonely and Kurt looked like someone that he would..." Sam hesitated. "Get along well with."
Mercedes knew he was lying, but she really didn`t feel like pushing the issue. She was also wondering what she was doing still standing there talking to Sam. "I`ve got to go," Mercedes said quickly, spinning on her heel and making to walk off across the park.
"Wait! Mercedes! Whatever it is I did wrong, I really am sorry," Sam called after her.
"You know, Sam," Mercedes said, looking over her shoulder. "I was hoping that just by seeing me you would know what you did wrong. But I guess you are better at forgetting than I originally thought."
Mercedes was back to being incredibly angry and she spit out the last part of her sentence before turning back around and taking off across the park.
What on EARTH is she talking about? Sam thought.
"Sammy! Sammy!" Mercedes called as she ran into his bedroom one Saturday morning. Sam was sitting on the floor holding a Power Ranger and he smiled up at Mercedes when she raced in.
"What do you want to do today, `Cedes?" Sam asked throwing down his Power Ranger.
"Hmm," she said, tapping her chin in a thinking gesture. "Let`s go to the park and play on the monkey bars, or the swings."
"Ok!" Sam cried jumping up. "Race you to the door?"
"Yay!" Mercedes answered, running from the room.
The two seven-year olds pounded down the stairs. "We`re going to the park, mom!" Sam called on his way out the door.
"Ok, have fun and be careful," Mrs. Evans called back.
The park wasn`t located too far from the street that Sam and Mercedes lived on as neighbours, but it was in a different neighbourhood, a rich neighbourhood. It took them about ten minutes to walk there, but they went almost every day so they didn`t find it that bad.
When they got there, they noticed that there was a birthday party going on. Mercedes looked down at her ratty sweatpants and old t-shirt, and then at the pretty dresses and outfits on all the little girls celebrating the birthday, and she frowned. She knew that she would never be able to afford anything like that, even if she was only seven she could understand that her family was not as well off as these girls` families.
Mercedes looked up at Sam, who hadn`t seemed to have noticed and was making a bee-line for the jungle gym. "Sammy?" she asked. "Why do you think it is that I can never get a new pretty dress like those girls have?"
"Well," said Sam, sounding much older than seven. "I don`t know why, but I DO know that money doesn`t matter. You are so good at making your own pretty outfits and you always look beautiful, `Cedes. In my opinion, it`s not what you wear or how much money you have that matters, it`s what you do with your life and who you choose to spend your time with that matters. I want you to promise me that you will never let money or fame or whatever rule your life, no matter what we end up doing with our lives. Money doesn`t and can`t solve every problem but it`s always important to have good friends you can trust and rely on. We`re gonna be best friends forever, right `Cedes?"
Mercedes had been listening very carefully to Sam`s speech and she smiled and bumped his shoulder with her own. "I promise to always be your best friend, Sammy."
Now that she wasn`t worrying about the other girls or money, Mercedes raced Sam to the swings and they played for hours.
Later that night, Mercedes thought about what Sam had said and she knew he was right, money didn`t matter, as long as Sam agreed to be her friend forever.
Mercedes was livid. How dare Sam forget her? He had promised all those years ago that they would never forget each other and they would always be best friends, and Mercedes had kept her promise for all these years, but Sam had not. Now she felt that she shouldn`t just forgive him after all these years, and that he should realize what his neglect felt like.
Sam was incredibly confused. As far as he could remember, he had never met Mercedes in his life, and he couldn`t understand why she was so angry over a $150 jacket. It wasn`t it like it was that expensive, he felt, and he could have easily bought her another one.
As Sam sat in his and Blaine`s hotel room brooding over how to get Mercedes to like him, Blaine came in with a huge goofy grin on his face and gave Sam a hug. "Thank you so much, Sam, for introducing Kurt to me. You are the best friend ever."
Sam looked up at him with tired eyes, but he smiled anyways as he was genuinely happy for his friend. "No problem, buddy, I know he wanted to meet you really bad too."
"Well, I`m taking him out to that new superhero movie tomorrow night if that`s ok. I figured since this place is near our hometowns, we could stay a little bit longer. Is that fine with you?" Blaine asked.
"Of course, I`m going to need all the time I can get to get Mercedes to stop hating me. I`m going to call Kurt tomorrow to see if he has any ideas about what would best win Mercedes trust, and maybe affection, because for some reason I have this strange feeling that I need her to like me and forgive me for whatever it was I apparently did wrong."
"Well, good luck, Sam. If you need my help, you know where to find me and after what you did for me today with Kurt, I`ll do anything you need." Blaine smiled sleepily down at Sam before turning away to pick up his pajamas.
Sam crawled under the covers on his bed. "Thanks Blaine, goodnight."
A/N: So I hope you liked it and everyone understands why Mercedes is angry at Sam. I will get into it more, later. If you have any questions or suggestions don`t hesitate to review, I`ll try and explain the situation as best as possible. I`m going to be going away for a week (leaving tomorrow) so I won`t get to post anything until at least next Sunday, unless I get really lucky. I`ll try to get a few up in a row quickly after this and I`m sorry I tend to take so long. Please review or something, it always makes my day when I get a review or story alert or favourite. Thanks for reading!