Happy holidays lovebugs, and I think there may be a new story in the works ;)
Frantic packing, a broken heart, and thinking with emotions rather than her brain could be the only things that were used to describe Mercedes in this state. She didn't know where she would go because she knew that her parents, her brother, and his wife were going on a Christmas cruise. While an invitation was extended to her she decided against it. She didn't want to intrude and be considered a third wheel. Now she really wasn't going to she was heartbroken, devasted, and angry.
She was in the midst of finishing up her second bag when there was a ring and a knock at her door. She wiped away the tears and mumbled a sorrow-stricken coming. Without thinking she opened the door and was surprised to see one Matt Rutherford.
"M-Matt, how did you know where I was staying?" She asked.
Matt smiled as he looked her up and down, "Sweet Mercedes, you look just as good as I remember." He stepped forward and Mercedes's grip on the door got stronger as she threatened to shut the door.
"Mercedes, I know you still aren't upset about that little tiff back in college," Matt spoke softly as he placed his hand out and caressed Mercedes's face, "You know I care about you, you know I still love you."
"Please just leave me alone Matt, I don't want to argue with you, I don't want to drift back into memory lane. Every soft, fuzzy, warm memory that we have ever had was tainted by that night. So please spare me the crap about missing me, because we both know that it isn't true." Mercedes let out. Instead of waiting for an answer she shut the door in front of him and locked the door. She headed back to her bedroom and grabbed her phone and called Artie.
"Hey Artie," Mercedes began.
"Hey Merce, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I am fine, look I am leaving for a bit, and if you could just have my half of the work sent to me that would be fine."
"Hey look, no, I am not going to do that to you, look you take as much as you need."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, text me when you get to your location."
Mercedes nodded her head, "Ok I will."
Sam pulled into the driveway of the small two-story cottage home. He got out and unlocked the door to the home and was assaulted with the smells of pies, and gourmet food that he knew his mother cooked.
"Sam, we weren't expecting you until later, why the early trip?" Her mother questioned as she came into the room. Sam loved his mom so much, she could read him like a book, and she was always there for him no matter what. He knew that she could help him with the dilemma that she was experiencing.
"I met a girl, and I screwed up mom, I screwed up bad," Sam confessed as they walked into the kitchen, he took a seat at one of the barstools, and his mother went back to cooking.
"Don't tell me she was one of those random girls from the bar that lust after you all the time Sam," Mary replied.
Sam chuckled sadly, "No she was different, no so much more different. I am in love with her, and there were these pictures and this article that surfaced to make it look like I cheated on her. Now she won't speak to me."
Mary stated the obvious, "Did you try to speak with her and tell her that it was all a lie?"
"I tried mom, but the trust that she had for me is broken, and all the walls that were down are now built back up. Before me she hadn't dated anyone since her college ex, and he put his hands on her, and then some, so now I come in with all my crap, and now I doubt that she'll even want to look at men." Sam admitted.
Mary turned towards her son and held his head, "Baby, I can tell you this, you have to talk to her and make her realize that yes while you are the biggest man-whore in the world, that you changed. You changed for her, and sitting here talking to me isn't helping you. Because I know if I was her then I would be packing my bags and running away from everything that reminded me of the man that hurt me."
Sam's eyes went bug, he grabbed his keys and sprinted out of the kitchen, "Thanks mom, tell dad I said hey!" He yelled as he got in the car.
"Was that Sam?" Dwight questioned.
"Yep," Mary smiled.
"Woman troubles I am assuming?"
"And you assumed correctly, the boy is just like you."
"Oh does the woman he loves not to trust him after evidence of a situation that is taken out of context?"
"Exactly like you." Mary smiled as she kissed her husband.
Somehow, some way, Sam didn't get pulled over because he was sure that he broke numerous traffic laws. He made it to Mercedes's building and sprinted inside as he took the elevator up to her floor. He jogged to her door and he caught her right as she opened it. Mercedes rolled her teary-eyed eyes.
"God it seems as though pattern, it's you then Matt, after you do your song and dance is he going to appear out of nowhere," She mumbled.
"Look Mercedes please just listen to me," Sam said out of breath.
"Sam look everything was fun, and I'll hold the memories close to me, and I'll cherish the amazing sex we had but you have to realize that this is where the line is drawn for us. I can't do this with y-." Mercedes's sentence was interrupted as Sam crashed his pillow-soft lips onto hers. He took his hands and placed them gently on her face as he deepened the kiss. For Mercedes it felt like the first time he kissed her, it was new, fresh, and soft, and suddenly her mind was clouded. He pulled back gently and wiped the few tears that managed to fall.
"I know what the article said, and I know what the picture looked like but you have to believe me that I never ever had sex with her while I was with you. I had sex with her before I even knew you, and I cut it off right then and there. I want you, Mercedes, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I want a life with you, and I can't have it knowing that you are pissed off, and some bimbo went about trying to hurt you, and break the foundation that I have with you. You make me laugh, you make me a better person, and I would be an idiot if I let you walk away from me. Mercedes Jones, I love you." Sam admitted.
Mercedes took a deep breath, "Ever since him, I have had this habit of running away when I felt threatened or in danger. I block out everything until I am ready and I'll do anything to get my mind off of something. But you, you make it so hard, as I was packing there was always something that was going to remind me of you. If I had run then I would have been stuck with memories of you, and I would have been sad, and angry because I love you. I wouldn't have been able to leave you and let it go because I just love you so much. I want you too, and running would have been such a failure." Mercedes let out. Sam smiled at Mercedes saying that she loved him, he pulled her into a big hug and kissed her head.
"I'm glad that we have solved this whole debacle, don't ever scare me like that again." Sam joked as he kissed her head again.
"I won't I promise, do you want to come inside?" Mercedes asked him.
"I'd love to."
"Then I can kiss you here, I can you kiss here, and then I can definitely kiss you here," Sam explained as he hovered Mercedes's body. As expected making up came with makeup-loving, and there was lots of it. Now in the wee hours of the morning as the New York sun started to rise Sam was trying to keep the marathon going.
"You are such a man," Mercedes giggled as she leaned up and kissed him.
"I love you," Sam whispered as he kissed her back.
"I love you too," Mercedes spoke. As Sam kissed her some more her phone started ringing but Mercedes made no effort to move as it was Santana's ring tone.
"Aren't you going to get that?" Sam questioned.
"Nope,"
"Don't you want to know who it is?"
"It's Santana, and I am currently not on speaking terms with her." Mercedes huffed. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone and answered it for her.
"Hey, Santana what's up?" Sam questioned.
"Where is Mercedes, last time I checked you were a cheating bastard and she was mad I ever even put her in your path," Santana replied.
"Well I explained how everything was a lie and Mercedes is right here, but she is being petty and won't speak with you." Sam smiled as he looked down at a glowing Mercedes. Mercedes rolled her eyes and snatched the phone from Sam.
"Hello," Mercedes spoke.
"Awe, so he didn't put in a sex-crazed coma," Santana responded.
"No, look I am sorry about last night." Mercedes apologized.
"I am too, and you know I would never ever stop you from Cece, speaking of her actually she is sick, and she told me to call you on her behalf."
"Aww is she ok, do I need to bring her anything?"
"No, because you are just going to bring her something she does not need. Q and I got her, but do you think maybe you could come over tomorrow so we can have an apologetic girls' night."
"I'd love that," Mercedes smiled.
"Good, now enjoy sex with your man, make sure to wrap it up. I love you," Santana spoke.
"I love you more," Mercedes answered. As Mercedes hung up the phone she noticed that Sam was texting on his phone.
"Are you going to keep on texting or are you going to come back over to me?" Mercedes asked flirtatiously. Sam grinned at her and tossed his phone before pouncing on Mercedes.
"Yeah happy holidays, I'll be in Jamaica for a minute, then I am going to Brazil, I am making a big trip across the world before I come back," Matt spoke to someone as he stood in his office.
"Matt Rutherford," A cop called out as he came into his office.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"You are under arrest for domestic abuse and rape, you have the right to remain silent." The cop spoke as he started to handcuff him.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Matt screeched.
"Merry Christmas you sick son of a bitch," Artie smiled as he came into the room.