Hello everyone! Thanks you guys SO much for all the support you guys are giving. Okay, so as we know now, Sam's gonna play his game to get back Mercedes. I promise from here, things will be funny, intense, dramatic, yet sweet, cute, coy and sorta romantic and just FUN for a couple of chapters at least.
So sit back, and enjoy!
"Arte, what's his name again?"
"Duck ... Buck ..."
"What?! Is that even a name?!"
"Well it certainly rhymed with fuck!"
"You 2 idiots! Its "Puck", short for his full name, Noah Puckerman!"
"What kinda ridiculous name is that?"
"Shhhh ... keep your voices down, just keep watching!"
Artie, Sam and Tina watched on from the far end of the counter as, huddled together, as they saw the scene in front of them unfold. The 4 friends owned a small, homely, but fairly popular cafe that they all worked in together since after finishing college. It was a huge risk starting it, because there were so many around, but it became a huge hit because of the prices, the service, and the many different aged people that came to it, from high schoolers, to college students, to business men and women, to parents, to friends, and even dates. It paid off in the end.
So it was no big deal when, in came Noah Puckerman this morning, the young prowling bachelor businessman that he was, all suited and booted, and came to the counter to ask for his regular order, and wanted it served only by Mercedes. Sam, at first, hadn't really paid attention, thinking it was just some coincidence that Mercedes was serving him. But it had been a good 2 weeks since Mercedes had asked Sam to cool things off, and Sam, being the gentleman he was, allowed Mercedes some space and time to cool off as well.
But what that didn't mean was cool off and go man hunting.
In those 2 weeks, Sam saw, from the back, how Puck would come in, call for Mercedes to only serve him, and how she, with THAT smile (the one she should be giving to Sam), served Noah. And not just serve him, but talk all coyly and shyly to him, batting her eyelashes to him, and fall for Puck's flirtatious advances, waving him hello and bidding him goodbye with a, "Have a nice day!". It wasn't just Sam who noticed this, Artie and Tina did too, and soon, them 3 became the spies that they are now, keeping an eye out for when Puck would come.
But when Sam even TRIED to talk to Mercedes, or if their arms brushed by accident (well, on purpose, according to Sam's point of view) whilst working and rushing around, or they bumped in to each other (again, by purpose of Sam's part), Mercedes would give him her signature death glare, sealed and signed with her scowl, although, even if for a few seconds, Sam could see her eyes soften at him.
Or the time when Sam was having a bad day, well, he was honestly having a bad day but then decided to make it even more dramatic just to Mercedes smirk or smile. First with the wrong orders, then with the coffee spilling everywhere, that ended up in him slipping and falling. Yeah, it hurt a bit, but that pain went away the moment he saw Mercedes trying to stifle her laughter in, and simple smiled, all because of him.
Or them few and rare moments, when he would catch Mercedes looking at him.
It was those little things that pushed Sam, which told him that Mercedes still felt that spark, that feeling that he felt for her. He wasn't gonna give up on his lady, and the fight to get her.
So when Puck walked out after grabbing his coffee, winking at Mercedes, Artie, Tina and Sam watched as she began sweeping up the counter, with a massive grin painted on her face.
"Why is she so happy for?!" Artie whispered, looking at Tina.
"I have NO idea why ... she's smiling way more than usual today." Tina replied, wondering.
"Hey Tina! Go up and ask her what that Puck Duck said to her." Sam urged Tina.
"Sam, I ...-" But before she could even finish, Artie and Tina pushed her forwards, and she stumbled towards Mercedes.
"Mercyyy! Someone's rather happy today?" Tina nudged Mercedes shoulder, trying her bst to put on her teasing voice.
"Oh Tina! You ... You won't believe it!" Mercedes gushed, bouncing up and down on the spot, clinging onto Tina.
Sam and Artie, meanwhile, in the background where confused as hell as to why Mercedes was jumping around like a kangaroo for.
"WOAH WOAH! Calm it you! What is it? What's making my Mercy so giddy?" Tina asked, smiling.
"Okay okay ... I'll tell you. So .. urm, you know Puck?"
"Yeaaah ..." Tina drawled out.
"Welll ... urm ... he, urm ... asked me out on a date to the new restaurants that just opened like 1 block down!" Mercedes squealed, hugging Tina.
Thank God Mercedes couldn't see Tina's face, but Sam and Artie could, and by the looks of Tina's bulging eyes and hanging jaw, it did NOT look good.
Tina quickly plastered on a smile, as she stepped out of the embrace, and asked, "Urm, so when are you going on your "date"?", mouthing the word date in such a way that Sam and Artie could lipread her.
"DATE?!"
"DATE?!"
"THE DUCK FUCK'S ALREADY ASKED HER OUT ON A DATE?!" Sam harshly whispered, shaking Artie.
"Urm ... actually, 'cos today's a Friday night, he said .. urm .. tonight, at 8!" Mercedes replied back to Tina.
"WHAT?! TONIGHT?! ... I mean .. tonight? ...Wow .. urm, he's pretty determined. So, tonight it is then, at 8!" Tina mouthed again, knowing inside how stupid she looked.
"That COW'S so desperate!" Sam seethed in anger.
"But I thought he was a duck? ..." Artie wondered.
"NONE OF THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW, YOU FOOL!" Sam flicked Artie's ear, before continuing. "You and Tina HAVE to help me out!"
Tina came back and joined Sam and Artie.
"So where's the stuck up buck fuck taking her?" Sam asked, fists balling.
"To that new restaurant that's just opened down the block."
"He's taking her THERE? To that Italian restaurant. He must be loaded!" Artie whistled between his teeth.
"Mercy's not like that though. She hates wine and dine and classy stuff. She's the more picnics under the stars, whilst gazing at the moon type of girl. No amount of posh and expensive pasta on a plate can please her way a freshly made BBQ burger can." Sam wondered out loud, whilst staring at Mercedes, as she smiled and took the customers' orders.
"Wow ... you really know her, and have it bad, don't you?" Artie patted Sam's back, and pulled him in for a hug, whilst Tina smiled. This is what she wanted to see. How well Sam knew Mercedes, and he sure did. She smiled at Sam, her best friend, knowing he was the one for Mercedes, and no Puck person could just come and please her. She was going to do everything she could to help Sam out.
8 o' clock couldn't come fast enough for Mercedes or Sam. Mercedes stepped into the restaurant, slightly taken aback by its ambiance. It was ... it was very, VERY classy, something that automatically made her feel uneasy. It was all decor and glass chandeliers. She quietly thanked the lord that she had gone to shopping with Tina on THAT day, and had bought the perfect red dress to wear, with her Louboutins. Thinking about that day itself made that uneasy feeling she already had within her grow. She stopped, breathed to calm herself down, before smiling and walking over to the Maitre D', to ask for the table reserved under Noah Puckerman, and sure enough, she found herself soon, seated in front of the suited man himself.
"She's thereeee! Look, With that Puck duck ..." Artie whispered, his menu in front of him like a disguise.
"And she's wearing RED. That's MY colour. She should be wearing that for ME, not for duck fuck!" Sam whined out loudly, earning a kick from Tina and Artie from under the table, and an inquisitive Mercedes as she raised her head to see where that familiar voice came from, and looked in the direction of Arite, Tina and Sam, sitting across, hiding beneath Menus.
It can't be them ... But that was ... I'm SURE that was Sam's voice ...
"So, my lady ... what would you like to eat tonight then?" Puck asked, stretching him hand out and taking Mercedes' in it, jolting her from her thoughts.
"Oh ... urm ... Let's see!" She beamed as she opened the menu up.
"May I add, you look truly beautiful tonight, a sight for the sore eyes." Puck smiled.
"Thank you ... urm, you hold up a suit pretty well too ..." Mercedes blushed, looking back down at the menu to decide of what to eat.
"I swear, you scream ANY louder, and she'll know we're here. You'll get your chance to meet her, just let the right time come." Tina ushered Sam to shut up.
"But what if the right time doesn't come ..." Sam wondered.
"We all know Mercedes is gonna make at least 1 trip to the restroom. I mean look at her, she's so nervous, and even though she thinks she's hiding it perfectly fine, she isn't. She's fiddling with her fingers, playing with the glass. She's so out of her element here, so of course she's gonna go to the restroom, you can see here then! For now, just sit and watch!"
Half an hour later and there was still no progress. The food came and was ate, and the stupid conversation between Mercedes and Puck wouldn't end, even though Mercedes looked and felt as though she was beginning to settle in.
Puck and Mercedes had just finished laughing over one of Puck's high school stories, when Puck turned his head towards Sam, Artie and Tina's table.
"Weird how those guys there STILL haven't ordered, right?" Puck asked.
"Y.. Yeah ... Yeah, I suppose ..." Mercedes looked over to the table, and began eyeing them, making sure that the blonde head of hair she just saw wasn't her imagination.
"Shit she's looking here!" Sam whispered harshly.
Mercedes suddenly felt butterflies building in her stomach, and anxiousness growing.
What ... what if that was ...
"Urm ... I'm just gonna head over to the restroom .." Mercedes drawled out.
"What .. is ... are you okay?" Puck panicked.
"I'm fine .. I'll be right back!" Mercedes smiled down at Puck, and headed for the restrooms.
"She's going! She's going! LOOK!" Tina spoke as she saw Mercedes go.
"Sam ... GO NOW! GO ON!" Artie spoke, nudging Sam.
Sam got up, and straightened himself, and looked over at Puck who seemed busy on his phone.
That fucker won't even see Mercedes again!
Calmly, he strolled and made his way to the back of the restaurant, giving Mercedes her time she needed in the restrooms.
A few minutes later, after breathing in and out, calming herself down, washing her face and reapplying her lip gloss, Mercedes walked out of the bathroom, and intended to head over to her table, when a death grip held her waist, tugging her, and shoved her into the darkness, with the sound of the door locking.
Sam flicked the lights on straight away and pinned Mercedes up against the wall, and beamed down at her, breathless by her beauty.
"Hi ..." he breathed out.
"Sam, HOW DARE YOU! Let me g-"
"You look even more sexy close up ..." Sam brushed his nose against Mercedes' and whispered.
He could feel Mercedes tremble underneath his hold, and bought himself even closer, pressing his hard erection and grounding it between her thighs.
"See what you do to me? You, in this red dress ... You know, I love red ... Your body was practically screaming to me ... how could I resist?" Sam asked, trailing kisses along Mercedes' neck, groaning at the contact.
"You smell so good Mercy ... My Mercy ..." Sam huskily spoke into her ear, his lips working their magic on THAT spot of her weakness on her neck.
"Sammm .." Mercedes moaned at the touch, her knees growing weaker, but Sam's strong arms were around her, holding her in place. She'd be lying terribly if she said she hadn't been and wasn't yearning for Sam's touch.
"Your drive me crazy Mercy ... I can't stop thinking about you baby ..."
"Ohh .. Sam ... Sam ... let me go ... please ... Puck ...will be waiting ..." Mercedes complained, but her body was wanting something completely different, as her fingers trailed up Sam's shirt, covering his ever perfect torso, and into his hair, pulling him closer possible.
"That FUCKER can go home for all I care ..." Sam spoke through clenched teeth, thrusting into Mercedes, making her whimper.
"Does he make you feel like your Sam does Mercy?" Sam asked, cupping her cheek, staring longingly into Mercedes eyes. Mercedes shook her head.
"Does he touch you like I do Mercy?" Sam asked, running his finger along Mercedes' bare arms, feeling her goosebumps forming in reply.
"Does he know you how I know you Mercy? Does he know that you're hating this place every passing second because it's making you feel so uncomfortable. Does he know that you love the open midnight air, the stars and the moonlight?" Sam asked, placing his forehead on Mercedes'
"No ... he doesn't ..." Mercedes replied, tears threatening to spill.
"Does he catch your tears and wipe them off for you, like I do Mercy?" Sam asked, wiping he lone tear the fell. Mercedes shook her head in response and leaned into his touch.
"Does he kiss you like I kiss you Mercy, leaving you breathless and wanting more?" Sam asked, but he didn't even need to wait for her reply, as he attached his lips on to Mercedes', feeling her tremble and shiver and the contact. Sam wrapped his arms around Mercedes waist and pulled her as close as possible to him, his hands travelling south as they found their way to her ass that he'd been trying to touch, and he squeezed and roamed his hands there, eliciting moans from Mercedes' as her hands tugged and pulled Sam's hair, driving him insane, groaning.
He ran his tongue along Mercedes# bottom plump lip, teasing, asking for entrance, that she gave. He kissed her, kissed her to show her exactly what she was doing to him, to show her with every fibre of his being how badly he wanted her. He massaged her tongue with hers, caringly, affection, gently, taking their sweet time.
Sam knew Mercedes was gasping now for air, exactly what he wanted, to show her how breathless she became, and he slowly pulled his lips away from hers, looking straight into her eyes, and gave her his lop sided grin.
"Sam .. I-"
"Shh ..", Sam placed his finger on her lips.
"I'm gonna give my everything to get you back in my arms. I wanna show you just how much you mean to me Mercedes. This isn't over by a long shot, until you don't tell me yourself, from these beautiful lips of yours, that you want me back. I'll wait till that day comes, but until then, I'll carry on working, fighting, like the man you want me to be, to have you back." Sam spoke, his voice low.
He gave Mercedes a peck on her forehead, and a lingering one on her lips, and made his way out, leaving Mercedes once again, standing, hanging, wanting ...
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