Please check the author's note at the end! And sorry if the characters seem a bit OOC.
Kurt's drink sprayed the table, his mouth hanging open in shock, little droplets of cosmopolitan still clinging to the corner of his mouth.
"What did you just call him?" Henry asked a smirk appearing on his handsome Hispanic face.
"Bitch!" Tina gasped out between giggles " She called Sam, her bitch." Tina eventually ended up on the floor from laughing so much.
"That's certainly... different." Mike offered in a failed attempt to cover for his friend's mistake. Sam sat there; his full lips pressed together, his face a strange mixture of confusion and frustration. Mercedes' hand was covering her mouth, her brown eyes wide and locked with Sam's green ones.
"I'm so sorry-"
Sam stood, slid out of the booth, stepping over a giggling Tina and Mike attempting to calm his fiancé down, and walked out of the bar.
"Shit." Mercedes muttered, searching the seat and floor around her for her handbag.
"W-what in the name of-of-of sanity possessed you to call Sam your bitch?" Kurt spluttered attempting to squish past Angel and Blaine to get to Mercedes. Mercedes finally found her hot pink tote bag and slide out from the seat, having to step over a still giggling Tina and Mike before running out of the bar and after Sam.
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Sam knew Mercedes would have followed him out of the bar, he also knew he didn't want to talk to her just yet. He hustled down the busy street and grabbed the first taxi he saw. Sam froze when the driver asked where too. When Mercy can't find me she'll go back to the apartment.
"Buddy? I can't sit here forever." The driver nagged.
"Take your first left." Sam instructed sitting back and leaning his head against the window.
... ... ...
Mercedes couldn't find Sam. She'd ran up and down the street multiple times, called his name, got given strange looks by passers by and called his phone at least 20 times.
Shit. Mercedes thought Of course I have to open my tipsy mouth and screw things up. Sighing she whistled for a cab, she gave the cab driver her address before pulling out her phone and calling Sam's number…again. She wasn't surprised when he didn't answer…again, but she kept calling him until she reached home. She knew Sam wasn't at the apartment it was dark and cold. She shut the door and locked it before leaning her forehead against it.
"Why do you always fuck things up Mercy?"
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His fingers slipped through his blonde hair easily as he waited for the door to open. Sam knew Puck was home, he also knew that Puck wouldn't tell Mercedes where he was. The blue door swung open and Puck lent against the frame, a dark baggy t-shirt hanging from his frame, his blue jeans sitting low on his hips.
"What's up man?"
"Can I hang here for a bit?" Sam asked. "I'm hiding from Mercy." Puck moved out of the way and began walking to his dingy excuse for a kitchen.
"You know the rules dude. I hide you and you tell me everything." Sam sighed, shutting the door behind him and shrugging off his jacket.
"Beer?" Puck asked, standing at the fridge.
"No thanks." Sam moved and sat on the beaten, yet really comfortable lounge. Puck jumped over the back of the lounge and sat next to him.
"So what's happening with you and Sexy Momma?"
"It's-" Sam stopped about to say that it was nothing, but it was something. "Mercy, she didn't know what to call me." Sam frowned as the words left his mouth.
Puck chuckled.
"I'm sure she remembered your name after a moment. At least she didn't call out some else's name during sex." Puck took a swig of his beer, before noticing the silence of his blonde friend.
"Dude? Come on, you know the rules."
"She… She called me her bitch." Puck let out of howl of laughter, his beer falling out of his hand. Sam sat for a moment.
"Shut up… Dude! Shut up… Shut it!" Sam started hitting Puck with one of the pillows. Puck eventually calmed down and got himself another beer whilst Sam cleaned up the one that had been spilt. Puck sat back down next to Sam and took swig of his new beer.
"So…how?" Puck asked.
"You mean, how did a nice night out drinking with our friends end up with Mercedes calling me her bitch and me running and hiding out in your flat?"
"…yeah."
"Well I have no fucking clue, do I? I thought everything was good. We both had stable careers, we both had friends and social lives, regular dates, and really regular sex… and the next thing I know Mercedes doesn't even know how to introduce me to her friends." Sam let out a breath and lent his head back on the lounge, his hand coming up to cover his eyes.
Puck paused and looked at his despairing friend.
"Well, how would you introduce her?"
"What?" Sam sat up and stared at his friend. Puck took another swig of his drink before placing it on the coffee table (that was actually 4 cinderblocks and a polished piece of wood), before turning to look at Sam.
"Look, pretend that you're out with our nerdy comic book friends," Sam scowled "And your beautiful, curvy, goddess of a woman walks up to you. How do you introduce her?" Sam sighed.
"This is easy! I go 'guys, this is Mercedes Jones, she's my…" and Sam froze. He knew what Mercy was thinking in that moment of hesitation. She wasn't thinking that she didn't love him, or that she wanted to take a break or that she didn't want people to know about them, she was thinking exactly what he was thinking now. "Holy shit… What are we?" Puck grabbed his beer and sat back on the lounge.
"Exactly man. What are you? What are any of us really?" Sam stood abruptly.
"Thanks mate." He grabbed his jacket and hurried out the door.
"Can you shut the door?" Puck called over his shoulder, before turning to see his flat empty and the door open. "Or not?"
Author's Note:
Okay, so I'm pretty much the worst person ever. I'm really sorry I haven't updated this! I do love it and I haven't forgotten about it! I've just had loads of school work (I'm in my final year of school) and I've been really sick. I'm so sorry and I hope you haven't abandoned me and I'm pretty sure this chapter is shitty.
As an apology I hope to get two chapters up (that should finish this one off), another story as a companion to my Through Sickness fic up and if you send me a request, for anything, I will write it and post ASAP. Okay, I hope my bribery made you like me again. I love you all, and I give you home-made virtual cupcakes as a token of my love.