My Best Girl Friend Chapter 5, a glee fanfic

Haii guys!

Thank you one and all for your time and appreciation with this!

I won't keep you waiting, here's the next chapter:

Today was the day.

Forget about nerves.

Forget about the fact that he might look stupid or like a love struck fool.

Forget everything but her.

He had to do this, for her. Even if it looks cheesy, corny, helplessly and sickly romantic. He had to.

She had to know how he felt, and what better way to express it than in the way she would love the most.

It was time to face the music.

After THAT incident at the restaurant, and Sam leaving her, Mercedes headed back to the table to find it empty, with a note left as an explanation.

"It's Sam ... not me. You clearly love him, and he loves you like Romeo did Juliet. Don't worry, Artie and Tina explained everything to me. Don't let Sam slip away ... Puck!"

She made her way back home, opting to walk it instead, holding Puck's not in her hand. When did life become so ... so complicated? What happened? Who should she go to ... No. No one.

This was her life ... she needed to figure this part out by herself. This was a case of her heart, her soul, her emotions and her feeling being connected to Sam, she had to do this by herself.

She had to decide, was Sam worth her everything?

Did she love Sam? Love ... that was a big word with a big meaning in her life. Of course, she had always loved Sam ... the same way she loved Artie. But Artie didn't kiss her and fuck up her emotions, Sam did. And did him kissing her change her "love" for him that she had?

She recalled back to what happened earlier in the restaurant ... and even though she wasn't answering Sam's "Doe he do it like I do?" questions, he already knew her answers: No. Did that mean she LOVED Sam though? Attraction? Yes. But what she felt for Sam was way more than just attraction.

Is that LOVE though?

And then she remembered how Sam had kissed her, and had her swooning, melting, oozing. She could still feel goosebumps from just recalling the memory. THAT was the effect that he had on her. Then she remembered how he had said that he wouldn't come back until she told him to. Realisation finally struck her like lightening that, Sam was giving her the time and space o think this through. Of course he was being serious about this!

Of course this meant something deep for Sam, but knowing him, Sam wouldn't stop fighting for her. Like the time he didn't stop fighting for his place as the first string quarterback. Or the time when he wouldn't give up on his studies and revision, and achieved the grades that he wasn't predicted after everyone had given up on him. Or even the time when he didn't stop fighting for her to be his prom date in senior year of high school and college.

She remembered how he would give his everything he had to fight for what was his.

He was fighting for HER, because to him, she was worth fighting, because ... she was his ...

That thought alone had both tears spilling from her eyes, and her grinning like a child. Dammit!

Damn Sam! He had made her cry so much for the past few days, had made her feel so many things at once, had her heart beating like a jackhammer inside her chest. Only he could do that though ...

Was it safe to say, that she loved him? Maybe so ...

She decided then, that she'd see, over the next couple of days how things where between them. Deep inside, even she knew she wanted Sam, and she wanted to, if she could, scream it from the rooftops, but she was nervous. Scared maybe, but nervous.

But she knew one thing, and that was, that was FALLING for, and perhaps, in love, with Sam.

The next few days where ... where amazing. She woke up that morning, and from that restaurant drama day, every other morning, with a hint of a smile on her lips. Something was different about her, and Sam, Artie and Tina all noticed it.

She'd come in to work, with a skip in her step. Gone was the slumping, the laziness in her walk. She was chirping happy. There would be a smile ever present on her face. Her hair wasn't in the usual ponytail. It would be open, straight or with soft curls, sometimes with headbands. Gone was the "I don't have time to put make up on" Mercedes. Even though it was minimal and natural, but she would put make up on. Mascara to make her eyes look even more amazing and lip gloss to make Sam want to kiss her lips all day long. She had changed her perfume. It wasn't the light fragranced one anymore, it was now sensual, sexual and strong. Her bare arms now had light jewellery like charm bracelets or a ring and her watch. Her exposed neck would now have a necklace that Sam would want to remove and kiss the skin under. Her ears adorned small dangly earings. Her sneakers she wore actually had their laces done up, and matched whatever colour her jewellery was ...

Not that it was something for Sam to complain about, because, she would take his breath away. She looked beautiful, so sexy.

So, call him protective, but when, the next morning, Puck came in for his coffee, and he overheard his conversation with Mercedes, he couldn't help but beam at her response:

"I'm sorry Noah, but thanks for understanding though ... I guess it just took something dramatic for me to understand how I feel about Sam ..."

"And how do you feel about Sam?" Puck asked.

Sam saw Mercedes glance down, and her give her that shy smile he knew so well that she would give when something overwhelmed her.

"I guess I already can tell ... so, all this makeover, for Sam?" Puck inquired, winking.

She nodded in response, letting out her adorable giggle when she couldn't contain herself. And with that Puck left.

And so, went by a day, then 2 days. On the third day, Sam ... trying his best to be casual, walked up to her and stood beside her, helping her out with the orders due to the sheer amount of people in the queue.

He'd noticed that in them 3 days, whenever he glanced at Mercedes (which would be whenever he could see her), she would be glancing at him, and/or either look down shyly, or would smile at him and look away, continuing with what she was doing.

Sam' heart would soar whenever moments like them happened, or they touched by accident, or bumped into each other. He noted that it wasn't one sided though. He would see Mercedes race Artie or Tina so that she could help him with anything. But Sam didn't want to rush into anything. He wasn't going to back down from what he said to her. He would fight, but fight fairly, and he would wait for her.

"You look so beautiful today ... but then again, you always are ..." Sam whispered into her ear, as he stood behind her to grab a lid for the coffee he'd just filled, and at that moment, he couldn't tell what was more warmer, the coffee, or the warmth Mercedes was sending him as she glowed, as he saw her trying to stifle her smile.

"Honestly! You both make such an adorable couple! Look at you 2! I saw you there, whispering in her ear, and her all blushing! God bless you 2! Look after her young man; you've got one fine lady! And you pretty woman, give him a taste of your chocolate!" The old woman spoke and winked at Mercedes when Sam gave the coffee to her.

"But ..." Mercedes began

"Of course Ma'am ... no one will ever be as lucky as I am. She's amazing ..." Sam breathed, staring straight into Mercedes eyes. Her breath hitched in her throat. Sam never failed to amaze her. Eve with his words, it was as though he held a certain power or ability in sending a tingling sensation coursing through her.

The day continued, and so did the same interaction between the 2. It was, comfortable now, for both of them. There was no awkwardness, just admiration and adoration, and even a hint of flirtation from Sam's side.

At the end of the day, when it came to closing down the cafe, and after Artie and Tina had left, Sam and Mercedes were both cleaning the table tops and counters, when he asked, "So ... why do you think that lady before thought we looked like a couple?"

Startled, Mercedes stopped wiping, and stood straight, fiddling with the cloth in her hands, shrugging as her reply.

Sam sighed, dropping his cloth on the table and went over to Mercedes, and placed both his hands on her shoulders, compelling Mercedes to look at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Urm ... yh-"

"No, honestly ... you're okay?"

Mercedes took a deep breath in, and nodded, smiling.

"So urm ... what's with the ... new hair, make up ...?" Sam smirked back at her, brushing few strands away from her face and cupping her cheek.

"I .. urm .. do you like it?" She asked, voice near to a whisper.

"So was it for me? Or do you want my approval?" Sam asked.

"Both ..." Mercedes replied, biting her lip.

Sam leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "I love it ... the perfume, the hair, the jewellery, the makeup, that smile ... everything."

Sam nuzzled into her neck, and ran his lips along it, holding Mercedes closer to him, tightly, with his arms around her waist.

"God, you just don't know how sexy you are ..." Sam continued praising her.

" Sammm ... that tickles ..." Mercedes began giggling, beaming, hiding her face in Sam's chest, tugging onto his work t-shirt.

"Na-aah", Sam shook his head, lifting Mercedes chin so he could see her, "I wanna see you smile, especially when I'm the reason behind it ..."

Standing in silence, a few seconds later, Sam inched his face closer to Mercedes.

"I wanna kiss you so badly right now ... I ..." Suddenly Sam stepped back, and took a few steps away from Mercedes.

"Where ... where are you going?" Mercedes hesitated.

"Tomorrow ... I wanna do something for you ... just, be prepared. And, you wouldn't mind cleaning up just for this one night would you? Bye gorgeous." Sam smiled, and headed off home. He had some practising to do, even if it meant, staying up all night for it.

And with that, Sam left her, ONCE AGAIN, alone, standing. What was this ... turning into some record or leaving her standing like that, jaw dropped? Huffing, purely because of the fact that she was left to clean up by herself, and maybe a little because she was left hanging of that kiss she thought she might get, she quickly cleaned, locked up and headed home.

... I wanna do something for you ... just, be prepared? What was he going to do now?

She got her answer, the next day, when she saw Sam up on some platform type thing that he had set up, with his guitar in his hand, sat in front of a mike, looking like he hadn't slept all night. Messy, but sexy bed hair, bags under his groggy eyes ... and his clothes half decently put on, with every customers eye on him.

"Urm ... Hai guys! Hope your urm ... enjoyin ya coffee! ... Or urm, tea or ... urm, hot chocolates ... or muffins .."

"Oh my god .. what is he doing announcing the menu up there looking like a tramp?!" Artie asked, standing next to Mercedes, facepalming.

"Is he gonna sing the menu with his guitar?!" Tina asked, bewildered.

"He's so nervous ... look at him ... "Mercedes whispered, confusion etched on her face.

"Urm .. so, ahem, I urm ... I wanna sing this song for ... a special ... a special girl. She's my best mate. Well, was my best mate but ... I wanna be more than just friends with her ... I ... I kinda have an instinct on how she feels about me too, but ... this ones for you." Sam spoke, looking directly at Mercedes, and not long after, all heads turned to glance at her.

"Look, LEARN something from that boy!"

"Awww, he's going to serenade her!"

"I don't even do this stuff, but this looks interesting!"

"I'm gonna start crying ... this is so romantic!"

"Go for ya girl bro!"

"LET'S HIT IT FOR SAM EVANS!" Artie finally yelled, as all the customers in the cafe began cheering, causing Mercedes to shake her head, and smile Sam's way, all the while, Tina nudging her.

Sam began strumming the opening chords of the song, making sure he remembered exactly like how he practiced all last night, and began singing.

Four letter word
But I don't have the guts to say it
Smile 'til it hurts
Let's not make it complicated
We've got a story
But I'm about to change the ending
You're perfect for me
And more than just a friend
So we can just stop pretending now
Gotta let you know somehow

Sam saw all the couple in the cafe, begin cuddling or holding hands, and all the single ones looking back and forth between him and Mercedes. This song was perfect, perfect to describe exactly how he felt for her, what he'd do for her, and would never give up.

I'll be your shelter
I'll be your storm
I'll make you shiver
I'll keep you warm
Whatever weather
Baby I'm yours
Be your forever, be your fling
Baby I will be your everything
Baby I
Baby I will
Baby I will be your everything

She had to know. She had to understand that this meant everything possible to him. He LOVED her. He could finally admit it to himself. Sam LOVED Mercedes. He would give everything to her, he would never let her down. How could he ever hurt her? She was ... she was his everything.

We used to say
That we would always stick together
But who's to say
That we could never last forever
Girl, got a question
Could you see yourself with somebody else?
'Cause I'm on a mission
And I don't wanna share
I want you all to myself right now
And I just wanna scream it out

She was no one else's. Just seeing her with Puck had him understanding how much she was to him. How much he felt for her. How much LOVE he felt for her. Call it over protective or completely selfish, but Sam could never see her in anyone else's arms, knowing that he wasn't the one providing her with love, care and affection. How could he not have known though?

Ever since high school, he'd been so protective over her. Jealousy would course through him if he saw her laughing with some jock from the football team or any other dude from her classes, and right now, here she was, standing in front of him, and all he was asking for was to be hers.

No matter what you do
I'll be there for you
And every time you close your eyes
I will be by your side
'Cause every time you make me sing
Baby I will be your everything

He wanted to be THAT guy for her, whether people called it being a "hero", a "love drunk fool", "blinded with love", whatever. He wanted to be it all for Mercedes, for HIS Mercedes. He wanted to be the guy worshipping the ground she walked on. The guy who gave roses randomly, did the simple dates that would make her love him more, or give her anything she would ask. He wanted to be the guy she would wake up next to and could kiss good morning, and share her most intimate moments with. He wanted to be the guy seeing her bliss, seeing her scream his name when he made love to her. He wanted to be all that. And this point, he forgot who was there, and just saw his Mercedes stood there, waiting to be loved by him, as he sang his heart out to her, telling her what he couldn't say.

Sam finished the song off, not caring about the applauses, the couples kissing or crying tears of joy. Not caring at all. He dropped his guitar and walked in Mercedes' direction.

Overwhelmed couldn't even describe what she was feeling. This boy was a ... he was crazy. And he didn't care what he was doing in front of anyone so as long as she was looking at him. How ... how could he be so adorable and charming? Even though he looked like he just got out of bed, he looked delicious enough to eat. And then, Puck's words came to her mind:

"... and he loves you like Romeo did Juliet ... Don't let Sam slip away..."

Sam loved her?

Sam LOVED her ...

There was too much emotion right now in this moment. Sam was walking up to her like some hero from some Rom-Com movie, the crowd surrounding where doing their thing, celebrating or whatever.

And finally, he came and approached her. And finally, she grasped his hand and walked through the whistling and catcalling crowd and into the back storage room and locked the door.

It was safe to say, yes, she loved him. She loved him so, so much, that not loving him would hurt her heart and tear it into shreds. But still, she was too nervous to be able to say it to Sam. She would tell him, when the time was right, and she had a feeling that time would come.

Mercedes couldn't hold it in much longer. She couldn't phrase her words in a coherent sentence to express how she felt.

So she did what struck her next ...

She kissed him. Kissed him roughly, gently, passionately, with lust, with love. Tongues colliding, hands roaming, hair tugging, moaning, breathing, panting, not wanting to break, the feeling wetting her core and hardening Sam.

Sam simple took everything she was giving in. He, for one moment, forgot everything and let Mercedes take control, and it was .. it was HOT. Making out X-Rated at the back of your own cafe may sound gross to some people, but fuck what anyone thought ... This was everything they both needed.

Finally, breaking away, Sam asked, "So does this mean you wan-"

"Shh ..." Mercedes placed her finger on his lips. "I ... I know what I feel for you, and maybe you know too, but I'm ... just, really scared to say it. But I feel it for you. And, I don't want anyone else to fix things between us, I want us to do it by ourselves."

"So you do want an us? It just needs fixing ..." Sam smirked at her, pulling her closer to him.

"You're ... You drive me so crazy sometimes. But right now, looking at your state, you need fixing .." Mercedes giggled, rubbing her nose against Sam's.

"Fix me then ... exactly how you like. I'm all yours ..." Sam whispered.

And I'm yours ... Mercedes said to herself.

AND THAT'S THAT!

Okay so urm ... now yh ... I didn't want it to be super awkward between them 2. I want this a funny fun story, not too much angst. Ansgt hurts too much ...

BUT YES! WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?!

PS – Song was, "Be your everything" by Boys like Girls.

PPS – There's still more fluff and romance left in the bag yet ;)

REVIEWS WOULD BE AMAZING!

I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS, ANONS TOO!