Thick Girls Are Made For Cuddlin' Chapter 2: The Song, a glee fanfic

Sam shook his head to clear his thoughts. He wasn't sure when his obsession had spiraled out of control, but he was sure that he didn't want anyone to know. It was kind of sad, Sam thought to himself. What kind of sane person constantly thought about a person they'd only saw once? It was a fleeting glance, but Sam felt some kind of pull towards his mystery girl. It felt kind of like fate. Sam laughed softly to himself—he was crazy. Crazy! He didn't even believe in love at first sight, and here Sam was agonizing over some chick. Sure she was beautiful, but UCLA's campus had so many other beautiful girls roaming around. Sam didn't even know this girl; she could be a total psychopath. Sam sighed. He'd been having this same argument over and over with himself, but to no avail. He had to do something before this situation really made him crazy. An outsider's insight. He turned around and headed back to the dorm. Maybe Sam couldn't talk to Mike about it—Sam didn't really feel comfortable telling another guy that he was obsessing over a girl he didn't even know—but maybe Santana could shed some light on his situation.

Sam climbed the dorm steps two at a time. He couldn't believe he let his pride stop him for seeking a solution from one of his closest friends. Santana was always honest with him; she was brutally blunt almost to a fault. He finally made it to the fifth floor; he knocked heavily on door 402.

"The door's unlocked. Come in," a voice called lazily. Sam opened the door and was rewarded to the sight of Santana and Brittany lounging on Santana's bed tangled in each others limbs and the sheets. Sam smirked and said,

"Santana, if this is a bad time I could always come back..."

Brittany nuzzled closer to Santana and before Santana could reply, Brittany exclaimed,

"Oh, no, Sam. Me and Tana's lady kisses were finished earlier. I just like touching her pretty skin."

Brittany ran her fingers down Santana's side. Santana grinned and pressed a soft kiss to Brittany's lips. Brittany giggled and smiled against Santana's lips. She ran her fingers gently through Santana's hair and enthusiastically kissed her back while tugging lightly at her bottom lip. Sam cleared his throat.

"You guys realize I'm still here right?"

Santana detached herself from Brittany's lips with a soft smack.

Brittany giggled, "Sorry, Sam."

"Wassup, Trouty Lips?" Santana asked. Sam grabbed Santana's desk chair and swiveled around to face the bed. He rubbed his face and sighed.

"There's this girl, and I like her."

Santana quirked an eyebrow, "So what's the big problem? Did you fuck it up?"

Sam laughed nervously.

"Actually, there's nothing to fuck up. Um, yet. I've only saw her once. I don't know her name, and I've actually never talked to her."

Santana shrugged. "And? There are plenty of girls here." She glanced longingly at Brittany.

"I get that, Santana, but I can't stop thinking about her. I've been sketching her lately, and she's sort of etched in my head. I—it's hard to explain. I need to find her, or do something. I don't think it's healthy to be this fixated on one person, and I just wanted your thoughts on it." Santana furrowed her eyebrows and leaned back into Brittany's arms.

"Okay, Trouty. That's some sappy shit, but I kind of understand. I have a suggestion. Give it a week and a half; if you can't find her after that time frame, then move on. It's romantic as fuck that you're so dedicated, but we're in college. We're young and still relatively dumb. As teenagers transitioning into young adults, we are still engineering our paths into the world. Love is important, but so is finding ourselves and making sense of what we want out of our lives. So. Ball to the walls, Sam. Do everything you can to find her in the next couple of days. If you find her, get to know her, and if she's a keeper—never let go. If you don't find her, then c'est la vie. Don't stress about it."

Brittany nodded sagely at Santana's words. Sam looked slightly stunned.

Sam exclaimed, "Wow. Santana. That was incredibly insightful."

Santana scoffed. "Yeah, well. Don't get used to it. My wisdom is much too great to waste on you. Now, can me and Britt-Britt get some privacy, Lady Lips?" Sam chuckled and made his way to the door. He turned his head and uttered a soft 'thanks' to Santana.

She grinned softly at her closest friend and turned her attention back to Britt, ready to the make the most of their alone time.

Tuesday brought plenty of sunshine and pollen. Mercedes sneezed. California was beautiful, but it was terrible for her allergies. She smiled to herself; at least she was headed to her favorite class, Music 1300! Professor Holly was a dream; she was nice, engaging, and knowledgeable. Today, they were going to learn about their first big assignment. Mercedes was wishing for a big group number. As much as she was a self-proclaimed diva, she felt mildly nervous. All her life, Mercedes knew she was destined for big things. But, she wasn't in her comfort zone anymore. This wasn't her New York, this was California. Mercedes pushed back her little insecurities and made her way into class.

She had gotten to know most of her classmates, with the exception of Mike and Brittany. They were pretty much the best dancers in the class, and were kind of inseparable in an adorable sister and brother way. The guy named Finn always spoke to her everyday; he was cute in a tall, brutish kind of way. There was also a light-skinned guy named Matt with a beautiful voice. Then there was Sunshine Corazon, Wade Adams, Suzy Pepper, Kurt Hummel, Sugar Motta, Artie Abrams, Harmony Lewis, Joe Hart, and Becky Jackson. It was a small class, but Mercedes like that. It was cozy.

Professor Holly bounced in. "Hello, class! I have great news." She grinned and exclaimed, "Drumroll, please!" Everyone obligatorily drummed on their desks. "Class is only ten minutes long today. I will explain your assignment and then you are free to go work on it. Call it, an early work release."

Everyone cheered.

Professor Holly held up a hand to silence the class. She smiled and said, "Okay. Down to business. Your assignment is...Duets! I have already assigned you a partner. I will tell you who your partner is, and then you will pick a song, rehearse it, and perform it in front of the class tomorrow. The theme is emotions. It doesn't matter what kind of emotion you pick, just make it real. You will be graded on your believability, singing, choreography (or lack thereof), and overall performance! Partners are as follows:

Suzy Pepper and Joe Hart. Mike Chang and Sunshine Corazon. Kurt Hummel and Becky Jackson. Brittany S. Pierce and Joe Hart. Artie Abrams and Sugar Motta. Wade Adams and Matt Rutherford. Mercedes Jones and Finn Hudson.

Now, find your partner and get out. Rehearse and have some fun with this assignment! Adios, class."

The room buzzed with excitement as everyone begin to make their way to their partner and pack up their things. Finn smirked. This was exactly what he needed. He made his way to Mercedes. She smiled brightly up at him, and Finn was rendered speechless for a moment. He had talked to Mercedes before, but he'd never been on the receiving end of one of her signature smiles. All thoughts of manipulation and deception slowly ebbed away from his mind and was replaced with genuine affection. Mercedes tapped Finn's shoulder to gain his attention and looked up at him questioningly. Finn's immediate thought was, 'wow, she's a short thing.'

He turned red and choked out, "I'm sorry. What did you say, Mercedes?" He savored the feeling of her name in his mouth, and turned redder at such a thought.

She smiled again, albeit less brightly. She repeated, "I was saying how much I love duets, and I asked whether you would like to go sit in the little park beside Perennial Hall to discuss our duet?"

Finn nodded and answered, "Yeah." He grabbed her books and bag with little protest, and they made their way to the park. They found shade under a quaint little tree on a long, white bench. Mercedes fished her iPad from her bag, and pushed her curls behind her ears. Finn watched her beautiful lips as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth in concentration.

Her voice interrupted his observations-"Do you have any ideas for what emotion that we want to try and portray?"

"Love," Finn replied with no hesitation. Mercedes wrinkled her nose at his suggestion.

"I don't mean to shoot down your suggestion," she quipped, "but isn't love cliché? I feel like everybody is going to go for love. Maybe we should do something like envy, hope, or courage."

Finn shook his head, "Love is the most powerful emotion in the world. We'd be doing it a great disservice not to do it."

Finn shrugged and continued nonchalantly, "Besides. Even if everyone does pick love, no one can match your voice."

Mercedes's entire face lit up with the compliment, but she wasn't willingly to concede just yet.

She rebutted, "Love is powerful, but it's also overdone. Beating a dead horse isn't fun, especially since we'll be the last couple to go. Professor Holly will be lovesick."

"Okay, let's compromise. Let's do lust," Finn suggested.

Mercedes nodded and replied, "I'm open to lust. Any songs in mind?"

"Keith Sweat's and Athena Cage's song "Nobody," " Finn smirked. It was perfect representation of lust, and although lust could be fleeting, it could always manifest itself into love. The theme of lust also meant that Finn's choreography with Mercedes with have to be very suggestive. His smirk deepened.

Mercedes frowned slightly. She exclaimed, "That song has love in the lyrics. Wouldn't it be difficult to distinguish between the theme love and lust?"

Finn chuckled. "Mercedes, the song begins with 'I want to tease you' and 'I want to please you.' That coupled with the right choreography, and no one will be confused."

The frown disappeared, and Mercedes grinned excited at the prospect of acting out all her repressed sexual desires with the song. "Let's do it!"

The party was officially one week away. Sam wasn't any closer to finding his mystery girl, and he was getting only slightly desperate. He was considering plastering his drawings of her all around campus, but that reeked of some crazy fairytale. He wasn't some wealthy prince searching for a girl to marry before his 25th birthday. He was a college student. He maintained a 3.8 GPA and was the star quarterback.

Sam checked his watch. He had approximately an hour before his next class started. He sat down on a bench and began working on another drawing of his beautiful doe-eyed girl.

"Sam?" a voice asked. Sam looked up and saw Char. He closed his sketchbook. She smiled and sat beside him.

"Hi, Char," Sam greeted. He still hadn't quite figured out the bubbly girl from his art class. She seemed to hover over him as if she knew something, but flitted away as soon as Sam asked her anything deeper than what their art professor had just asked. Initially, Sam had thought Char was crushing on him, but she didn't exhibit any of the typical signs he was used to finding. She was as much as an enigma as her mystery girl, except without the sparks of attraction.

Char nervously toyed with her bangs. Sam was starting to recognize it as a habit of hers. She licked her lips quickly and smiled at him.

She inquired hesitantly, "Can I ask you a question?" Sam nodded his assent.

"You're a member of Omega Beta Epsilon, right? Which means that you're active in Greek Life? And, that means you're going to their party, right?"

Sam laughed at her questions that were asked all in one breath. He briefly wondered why it mattered to her, but shrugged it off.

Sam quickly replied, "Char, you know that was three questions, not one."

She laughed embarrassed at her eagerness. "Sorry, Sam."

"It's fine. I was just teasing. Yes to all three. It's supposed to be a pretty big party, so my bros are pretty insistent on my attendance. Are you making an appearance, Char?"

She nodded her head and then shook it jerkily. God, she sucked at secrets. She liked to talk, and this crush/secret admirer thing was definitely something to talk about. But, if she told Sam she knew Mercy, and just threw Sam at Mercy, it'd be all weird and stilted. A party was the perfect environment to breed love-or so Char thought.

Sam threw a bemused look Char's way. "Er, Char. Was that a yes or no?"

Char shrugged. She couldn't give too much away or she'd be suspicious. Or was being ambiguous suspicious, too? Char frowned to herself. Being a secret matchmaker was seriously hard work. Sam and Mercy had better have the best relationship ever.

"I might go. I'm not sure yet." She congratulated herself on a perfect answer. Char was the queen of subterfuge.

Sam nodded at her vague answer. Char was weirder than Sam had initially thought. It almost seemed as if she was hiding something, but he wasn't sure what it could be.

"Oh. Well. It's almost time for art class. Want to walk together, Char?"

She inclined her head at the question, and then she shook her head fiercely.

"No, no, no. It's fine, uh. I'll walk by myself." She got up and with a small wave to Sam, bounced away. Sam watched her retreating frame and shook his head. He always did attract the strangest characters.

Mercedes and Finn had practiced all day and half of the night. It was almost time for music class, but both of them were confident in their routine. Everyone else had went, and it was almost time for their turn. Wade and Matt had just performed with a fantastic angry rendition of Brandy and Monica's "The Boy Is Mine." Mercedes thought Matt was great. It was not often a straight guy agreed to take on a gay guy's role. They had turned the song out.

Professor Holly finished clapping and said, "Okay, classe! Last, but certainly not least, Mercedes and Finn." She winked in their direction. Mercedes glanced at Finn and took his hand as they made their way to the front of the classroom.

They took their places as the song began to start up. Finn began to sing.

I want to tease you. I want to please you.

I want to show you that I need you.

Finn wrapped his arms around Mercedes's waist and pulled her close to him. He grinded into her in rhythmic thrusts that matched the beat.

I want your body, 'till the very last drop.

I want you to holler, when you want me to stop.

Finn shifted his face from their audience, and turned towards Mercedes, singing the next few lines against her lips. They weren't quite kissing, but it looked as if they were. He slowly pulled his face away, and rolled his body away. She danced back to him and rubbed her ass against him, as his rich, deep voice began the chorus.

And who can love you like me (nobody)
Who can sex you like me (nobody)
Who can treat you like me now, baby (nobody)
Nobody, baby (nobody)
And who can do it like me (nobody)
And who can give you what you need (nobody)
Who can do you all night long (nobody)
Nobody, baby (nobody)

With each 'nobody' in the chorus, Finn thrust Mercedes away from him with his hips, and then pulled her back into his embrace. He took control, and then as the chorus ended he turned an intense gaze on Mercedes and she took over. Her soft voice conveyed her desire and longing, and her lustful deep brown eyes were fixed on Finn. She shimmied away from him, and then turned towards him like a lion stalking its prey.

I want the night, for me and you.

So come here baby, and let me do it to you.

Mercedes's lines were laced with barely concealed lust as she ran her hands up the length of Finn's body. She stopped only to turn and dip down, bringing her ass to the floor and slowly winding up into Finn's arms. Mercedes turned and threaded her fingers through Finn's hair and continued singing.

Don't be afraid, 'cuz I won't bite.

I promise to give it to you just the way you like.

She then began the chorus with enthusiasm, licking her lips suggestively and grinding up against Finn's pelvis, while he submitted all control to her.

They both rhythmically rolled against each other and both started singing together.

On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
Nobody, baby
On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
On, on, on, and on, on
Nobody baby

I want you right now for my lover
Oh yes, I do
Place no one above you
Oh yes, I do
If you need love
I'll be right
I'll be right there, baby
Oh yes, I will
Oh yes, I will baby
Oh yes, I will baby

And at the last 'baby', Finn and Mercedes slowed their movements. Both of their chests were heaving.

Then, they kissed.

The room was silent for a minute, and then everyone stood up and broke out in applause. Mercedes and Finn broke the kiss, which was not choreographed. Finn lips tingled, and he wanted to capture her full lips again, but they were in front of class. Mercedes's breath was still caught in her throat. That was the hottest thing she'd ever done, and she smiled to herself. She think she liked Finn.

Professor Holly exclaimed, "Muy caliente! Great job, guys. Everybody's grades will be posted by Saturday. Class is officially over. I'm proud of you guys."

Everybody stopped to congratulate Mercedes and Finn on their sexy duet, and the room slowly began to clear out until only Mercedes and Finn were left.

"That was..." Mercedes began.

"Amazing. Sex. Hot. Lovely," Finn finished.

He promptly blushed and then added, "Mercedes, I like you. You're a talented singer and a wonderful dancer. You're beautiful, and kind and smart."

Mercedes smiled brightly at Finn's admission.

"I like you too, Finn." She threaded her fingers through his. He lifted their joined hands and pressed a soft kiss to her hand.

Char collapsed on her dorm bed. She was exhausted; she had two tests today and a pop quiz. She'd always been smart, but at UCLA she actually had to study. She frowned to herself. Studying was so hard. She didn't know how people did it. She glanced at her alarm clock; Mercy was due at any minute.

Char closed her eyes and began drifting to sleep. The image of a white picket fence danced in front of her. One of the biggest reasons Char wanted to find a husband was because she wanted the "American dream." When she was little her parents had split up, and she was bounced back and forth between the households. She didn't want that to happen to her kids. She wanted a husband, a few kids, a beautiful house, and a cute dog.

A soft knock roused her from her dreams. She sleepily made her way to the door and opened it. Mercy stood in the doorway practically glowing. Char turned back into the room and Mercy followed her. Char yawned and Mercy giggled out, "Yawns are contagious."

Char raised an eyebrow. "Mercy, why are you so chipper? That's usually my territory."

Mercy bounced on the bed and bit her lip in excitement. She giggled again.

She blurted out happily, "I met a guy!" Then she squealed.

Char covered her ears, "God, is squealing that annoying when I do it?"

Mercy laughed and nodded in affirmation. Then Char processed what Mercy had said. A guy? She briefly wondered had Sam finally found her. She saddened and rejoiced. She had missed her opportunity to be a matchmaker, but if Mercy was happy then she was too. Char clapped her hands together happily, now convinced that it was Sam. She smiled widely.

"Who's the lucky guy, Mercy?"

Mercy's eyes sparkled. "Finn Hudson."

Char gasped. "Not Sam?" She clapped her hands over her mouth, but Mercy was so engrossed in her thoughts about Finn she missed Char's outburst.

Mercy continued, "We're not like boyfriend or girlfriend. We're taking things super slow, but we've established that we both like each other. He's in my music class, and we sung a duet together. He was amazing. We were amazing."

Char masked her disappointment. "That's great, Mercy! When can I meet this lovely person, who's captured your affection?"

"He'll be at that party you're dragging me to. You can meet him then."

Char nodded. Maybe she could still introduce Mercy to Sam, and she'd see that she preferred Sam over Finn. Finn was totally going to ruin Mercy and Sam's fairytale ending.

But, not if Char had anything to say about it.

"Mike, where are you going?" Tina shrieked.

Mike cringed. "I'm meeting Sam at the cafe before practice, babe."

Tina began to sob heavily. Mike's face became concerned. He crossed the threshold and pulled Tina into his arms. "Babe, what's wrong?"

She wailed between sobs, "Ryan. Murphy. Is. Such. An. Asshole."

Mike rubbed Tina's back in soothing circles. "Who's Ryan Murphy, Tina? Do you want me to beat him up?"

Tina cried incoherently for a few seconds. "He's the main writer of Glee. He's so stupid. He doesn't know the definition of consistency. Plus, he destroyed my favorite heterosexual couple!"

Mike knew better than to laugh at Tina's distress. He bit back his smile and replied, "I'm so sorry, Tina." He held her until she finished crying and then picked her up and carried her to his bed.

Mike shook his head at his girlfriend's dependency on Glee and made his way to the cafe.