A/N: I know that this is all over the place, but I had to add this in so it could flow better. Plus nationals are coming up soon and Samcedes were dating by then. (Yeah screw you rib.) So if it doesn't make sense or it sounds rushed honestly tell me.
Sam got his lunch from the cafe and then he went over to the table where his Glee friends sat. Usually all of them were scattered hugging up on their significant others, but oddly none of the girls were there. Sam plopped down next to Puck and entered a very silly conversation.
"You got to be kidding me! Really Finn? You're nothing but a liar!" Puck spat to him across the table.
"Just because I'm not a man whore like you doesn't make me a liar, Puck." Finn crossed his arms in front of him defensively, trying to ignore Puck's rudeness.
"Finn is definitely lying. I can see it on his face." Artie included.
"And what would he be lying about exactly?" Sam interjected stuffing his face with a mouth full of Doritos.
"Us glee studs were talking about the glee girls... You know who we would go out with if we didn't have girlfriends."
Sam shook his head. Having lunch with just the Glee guys was fun sometimes... Other times, he seriously missed the logical nature of the Glee girls.
"But Finn doesn't have a girlfriend." Sam said to Puck.
"Exactly. Which is why we're calling bullshit on his 'I only have eyes for one glee girl and that's Rachel." Puck imitated Finn.
"And you all have weighed in on this?" said Sam.
They all nodded their heads. "Wow... Even you mike?"
"I'm in love with a beautiful girl, but hey I'm a guy. We have eyes. It's harmless... Besides were only talking about the others girls in glee club." mike added.
"So Finn stop lying and tell us! Just the top two glee girls you would like to do things with if you had the chance." Puck said getting back on topic.
"Ok... Rachel and... Quinn. Happy?" the boys all laughed.
"Finn you officially suck." Puck said.
"Ok puck what about you. And don't pick Lauren. You're already dating her." Artie said.
"That's easy. Since I've already had my fill of half that glee club... Including Rachel, Finn." Puck sent a smile over Finn's way. Finn fought back a jaw clench and remained cool.
"I'd go with Tina and Mercedes." they all looked over to puck with shocked eyes. Puck stood his ground with no shame in his game. Sam felt his face getting hot, and his palms sweaty. Puck just said that he would put the moves on Mercedes. And since Sam found out that he indeed does put he moves on her in the future it made him feel uneasy. "Not my woman"Sam says to himself
"I second that brotha!" Artie raised his hand to Puck and Puck took the bait and slapped it hard.
Mike shrugged in agreement. "I was actually going to say Santana or Mercedes." he smiled. "WTF?" Sam thought. "Since when did they all think Mercedes was so hot?"
"Santana is pure sex..." Artie began. "And Mercedes... I just know I'm going to end up marrying that woman. I mean have you see her globes? And that bottom? Perfection personified." Artie put his hand up in mock praise. Sam looked over to him with a death stare.
"Amen! Amen! What's that line by the rapper whose name I can't recall? "She got an ass that'll swallow up a G-string."Puck smiled at his own comment.
Sam officially had enough of the conversation. They were objectifying Mercedes like she was just some random slutty girl off of the street with a nice ass. And he was too through with Artie's comment way more than Puck's. Before he knew what he was saying he asked Artie, "what makes you so sure?"
"What are you talking about?" Artie's smile left as he noticed Sam's demeanor change.
"What makes you so sure that Mercedes is going to marry you of all people?" every guy at the table now was looking at Sam and Artie.
"Well I was just joking. But come on. If it were up to Mercedes... She'd marry me in a heartbeat. She loves me." Artie laughed him off.
"Hold on Artie..." Finn put his hand to Artie's shoulder and looked right into Sam's eyes.
"Sam... You're the only one at the table who hasn't answered the question. Who would you go out with?"
Sam started tapping his foot nervously. His mind was saying "Mercedes, Mercedes, and more Mercedes."but instead he gave an answer that wouldn't cause any commotion and it would help him keep his cool status. "Duh... Quinn and Santana." he scoffed at Finn giving him the you should've already known the answer glaze.
"No way dude! You went out with both of them already. Pick two others." Puck said.
"Finn went out with both Rachel and Quinn. How come he doesn't have to pick two others?"
Finn stared over to Sam and looked him in the eye. Sam looked down, avoiding his gaze. Sam's whole mood changed from calm and collected to cold and frigid in seconds. It seemed like he was hiding something.Finn thought.
"You know what guys? Let's drop this." Finn said. Eventually they all agreed and picked up their plates and threw them away.
Sam got up after them and threw his plate away too. As he turned around he saw Finn right in front of him.
"Hey dude..." Finn says
"Hey." Sam said before walking off, Finn was in tow right behind him.
"Sam are you ok man? I kinda noticed you at the table and it seemed like you were angry and sad."
"Yeah. I'm fine. I do think that you guys shouldn't objectify the girls like that. I mean just to assume things like Mercedes would ever marry Artie or Puck would ever have a chance with Tina..." his voice trailed off.
"I agree it was silly. But it's all talk. I mean Mike and Tina are like an unsinkable ship so Puck's Tina fantasies are way off. But I do think Artie and Mercedes would be good together."
"No they wouldn't!" Sam's mind screamed. "They wouldn't be good together! Because she's mine!"Sam ignored his inner voice and instead he said "whatever. I gotta get to class."
It was glee club time and Sam got there early as usual. Mercedes was there first and she was just looking down at her shoes with her headphones on and an iPod in her hand. He smiled watching her and then made his way to the seat next to her. She noticed him and waved at him.
"Hey Mercedes." Sam said to her wave.
Mercedes watched his lips move and realized he must've been talking to her. She took her headphones out of her ears and said "I'm sorry... Did you say something Sam?"
"I didn't mean to bother you... I just said hi that's all."
She slapped his shoulder playfully. "Sam you weren't bothering me. I was just listening to some Whitney."
"Whitney... As in Houston right?"
"No Whitney as in Whitney powers." Mercedes tried her hand at sarcasm
"Who?" Sam asked not getting the joke.
"Really?" she said with a dead panned on her face. "Boy, never mind."
She put her iPod back into her bag and they sat there in silence for a minute.
Sam decided he should say something about last night. Just in case she was pissed still and to break the growing uncomfortable silence.
"Hey, sorry for not calling you last night... I got caught up at work."
Mercedes turned to him welcoming the break of silence.
"Like I said Sam, it's ok. It's not like I was sitting next to my droid with a tub of chunky monkey waiting for your phone call." she laughed lightly.
"It's just I know how girls are when you don't call, they get pissed and think your lying when you say you were working."
"Then maybe you should change the girls you call and text. Cause that's just plain silly."
Sam smiled. "This girl is so cool. No wonder why I marry her."he thought.
"But the project really does need to get done." Mercedes said after he didn't respond.
"Yeah... I don't work tonight so I'll call you later, you can help me understand what the hell is the difference between the S.S and the S.A in Nazi Germany." he laughed.
"I have a better idea. The library downtown stays open late. Why don't you meet me there after school and I can tell you the difference then?" She smiled up at him. Sam could swear to God, Allah, Jehovah, and grilled cheesus that underneath her smile was the hint of flirtation but then again he could just be making it up in his mind.
"I would love too but..." Sam began. He noticed her smile fade and it saddened him. "My father is taking the truck for work tonight. I was going to hitch a ride home with Finn."
Her eyes were now bouncing inquisitively. This meant two things in Sam's mind. The first logical one was: she had an idea. The second one which he didn't even know why he was thinking it was: she uses drugs every once in a while. "Silly." Sam thought to himself.
"If you want I have an idea..." the first one! Sam said to himself
"I'm all ears... And hands... and feet." he held out his hands and feet to show her that he was serious. Mercedes laughed quickly before continuing her original thought.
"Only if you want to... I can take you home. After the library... I mean." she looked down biting the insides of her lip.
"Sure... I mean yes." he said. Mercedes didn't know why but she clapped in joy and hugged him. His arms invited her in like they were old friends. He took in her scent that was permeating off of her clothes and almost got lost. "Oatmeal and honey... Vanilla and spice..." Sam closed his eyes and remembered she smelled the same way in his dreams, so good it had to be fatting."
"Just like my dreams..." Sam said.
Mercedes pulled back and said "what?"
Shit. Not again. Stupid word vomit.
"Nothing." Sam said with a crooked half smile.
"Alright... If you say so... Meet you afterschool around 3:30?" she asked
"yep..." he said smiling.
Sam made his way down the stairs into the parking lot. He was about to spend time with Mercedes. The girl he has been dreaming about for weeks. This time there would be no glee club, or history class or Artie's or Whitney's to get in his way. He could talk to her. Get to know her better. Mercedes was waiting there by her car for him. Once she spotted him she waved and he tried to fight the small smile that was forming on his face.
"Hey Sam. Ready to go?" she asked once he made it to her.
"Yep. Library here we come."
Once they got to the library they found a table by the corner. It was kinda secluded and that made Sam extra happy. He wanted her all to himself. It was easy getting settled in. Mercedes had her notes and a poster board and all the fixings. She spread everything out on the table and immediately they dove in.
"Really... Wow I guess Hitler was worse than I originally thought." Sam said. He was totally exasperated by the overflow of information Mercedes laid on him.
"Yeah... I mean it takes a terrible person to kill 26 million people, probably more." Mercedes added. She wrote Adolf Hitler's name in large letters on top of the board and then wrote her name under it, followed by Sam's.
Sam watched her fill the board up creatively in awe. The girl knew what she was doing and not once did she ask for his help.
"I hate it when the teachers choose our project ideas for us... I mean we get Hitler. While everybody gets other people who are way better than this douche was with his stupid mustache." Sam says to her. He watched Mercedes face smile under the board. "Like?" she asked.
"Like what?" Sam asked confused.
"You said there were people who were better subjects in history then Hitler. Like whom?" she asked again.
"I don't know... Maybe Shakespeare?" Sam said.
Mercedes finally looked from the board and up into his green eyes. "What do you know about Shakespeare?" she asked.
Sam arched forward and looked her in the eye. Mercedes was taken aback by his gaze; he looked like she was the only person in the whole library, no- in the world. Her lips parted and she fidgeted in her chair, waiting for him to say something.
After a very awkward silence not expecting him to say anything more, Mercedes looked back down to the board and continued to write. As she was writing Sam began to speak.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
Mercedes looked up from her board in amazement. Sam eyes never left her as he continued.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date."
Once he was done Mercedes clapped lightly. Her shock faced grew into a wicked smile.
"Sam... I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised, I didn't take you for a guy who likes Shakespeare."
Sam shrugged and said "yeah... when I was in my preteens my old English teacher found out I was dyslexic, and she decided to help me. Afterschool she would read me Shakespeare and then break it down for me. I actually remembered some monologues and sonnets. That's why I'm actually better at English then most people with my deficiency... Whatever." Sam finished.
"Wow..." Mercedes began.
"What?" he asked.
"Well... You're just so much more than I ever thought you were." she blushed.
"And that would be?" he fished
"I thought you were just you know typical jock... Vain, vapid..." she bit her lip then continued "but you're... You're just more... A bit nerdy, with a nice voice. And a tendency to spit out Shakespearean soliloquy's on the fly."
Sam smiled. "You think I have a nice voice?" gosh now he was blushing.
"Yeah. It's pretty good for a White guy. I mean... If I had to rate... You know what? Never mind." she said. 'Don't inflate his ego Mercedes' she said to herself.
"No! Please continue... If you had to rate..."
"I was gonna say if I had to rate the glee guys by voice... You'd definitely be in my top 3." Great. Now she was blushing under the dim light of the lamp in the library.
"Top 3? I'm flattered... Who are the other two? If you don't mind me asking." Sam wondered
"I guess it would be... Noah and Artie. They're both so talented. I wish they got more solo's."
"Great she picked my arch enemies."Sam thought to himself.
"Can I ask you a question?" he asked. Mercedes was putting some finishing touches on the board and nodded yes.
"You don't have to answer... But I was wondering. If you had to choose to marry any guy in the glee club... Who would it be?" Sam looked into her eyes and watched as Mercedes started laughing.
"Sam... Marry?" she said laughing louder now. Luckily there was hardly anyone in the library. So Mercedes didn't have to quiet down.
"Ok... Maybe marriage is a bit much. What about date? Would you date any guy in the glee club?" Sam's mind stayed on one thought "please say me! Please say that you like me."
Mercedes looked at him intently. In her mind she was saying "you. If you didn't like stick figures with no ass."but instead she said "I guess... Artie. But I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship."
Sam nodded and then looked away. "Fucking artie. She likes artie. Not me."
Mercedes finished up the board and then held it up in front of Sam. "It's amazing!" Sam said.
"Thank you. You helped." she replied.
"No. I didn't. It's all you Mercedes, it's... amazing. You're... amazing." Mercedes looked at him with astounding eyes. 'He gave me a compliment...'she was cheesing now.
"You think I'm amazing?" she said with a smile.
Sam sat back trying to act like calling her amazing was no big deal. When in fact his heart was racing faster than a prize race horse at the Kentucky derby.
"Yeah. I mean everybody does. Don't they?" Mercedes' smile went away. For a second she thought he was just talking about how he felt. Just him, he thought she was amazing... But no- it had to be everyone else as well.
"Well, since were finished I guess we can go now." she started to gather her things and Sam followed her lead doing the same thing. It was so quiet that you could hear a pen drop from the other side of the library. Mercedes took the board and they headed to her car in complete silence. Sam figured that he had to fuck up once he said "doesn't everybody?" it made his 'you're amazing' comment look too ambiguous. He wanted it to mean something then he had to open his dumbass mouth again.
They got into the car and Mercedes turned the key ready to go.
"Say something" Sam thought. "Anything to break this silence."
"So the duets competition is tomorrow. I'm excited." he said to her.
"I'm excited too!" she said welcoming the conversation. "I love Quinn's voice. You too will sound great together."
"Yeah... I guess we do." he says. He did not want to talk about Quinn right now.
"Please stop acting so nonchalant! You and Quinn sound like musical harmony. And you too look great together. Like a real life Ken and Barbie." Mercedes didn't want to mention how great they were together. Frankly because she was still holding onto his 'you're amazing'comment, and if she was being honest she did have a small crush on him. Even though she didn't go for blondes- or white boys in particular but she couldn't help it. Nothing could make her hate Quinn. They were like soul sisters or something. And if being with Sam would make Quinn happy, then Mercedes was all for it.
"Quinn has her great moments. And yes she's beautiful and incredibly talented, but I'm kinda over it." Sam managed to say. "Let's talk about something else please! Anything.'he thought. Mercedes just nodded and tapped her hands on the wheel.
"What about you and Artie... I mean if you want to talk about eargasms then look no further. You two sound amazing together.
Mercedes smiled in agreement. "Yeah, I love me some artie." she said.
"Then why don't you ask him out?" Sam said. "Really? Now you're just giving her to him? You're an idiot Sam. An idiot!"
"What?" Mercedes asked turning her face to him.
"I mean if you love him so much, and you're always at his house or hanging out with him... Why don't you just ask him out?"
"I love Artie, as a friend. Only. He's awesome and sweet and kind. Plus he doesn't like me that way."
"Oh I think he does..." Sam said matter of factly.
"Do you have information that I don't? Because I would love to hear It." she said
"no. But I do think that when you want something... Or someone, you do something about it. These are the best years of our lives... If we don't take risks... Then what do we do?" Sam felt like kicking himself. He just gave her great advice about going for something when he was sitting in a car with the girl he couldn't stop thinking about and he wasn't saying anything to her. 'Dumbass'he thought.
"Yeah, but rejection hurts. Even if you really wanted that person or thing. Knowing they don't want you back stings like a bitch." Mercedes' car stopped in front of the motel she unbuckled her seatbelt and waited for him to reply.
"You never know until you try though... Right?" he said looking in her eyes.
"I guess... Well anyway, have a nice night Sam."
As she was looking at him, Sam decided that maybe he should take his own advice.
"Hey... Do you want to go to the movies with me on Friday?" he asked nervously.
Mercedes confused expression didn't help matters. "What?" Sam asked.
"You want to go to the movies..."
"Yes."
"With me?"
"Yes..." Sam said again. He looked at her face and he could tell she was leaning towards a no way. But he wasn't going to give her that satisfaction.
"Umm it's not a date..." Sam began. Her face softened by that confession.
"And Quinn will be there!" he said. "I just thought you know if you were bored you could come, I mean were all friends and friends do things together and-" she cut him off. "Ok sure. Why not." she said.
His eyes glittered at her. She had the same look he did. "Great so Friday... 7oclock?" Mercedes nodded. Sam smiled and then hopped out of the car. She waved to him then drove off.
Sam came inside and threw his book bag down. His smile never left his face. He had a date with Mercedes... Well it wasn't a date. It was a non-date... Which included Quinn. Who had no idea about any of it. Sam decided he was going to talk to her in the morning. He showered, and then went over to kiss Stacy and Stevie on the head. He went over to the couch, and got on his knees. He prayed that his family would be ok. He prayed that his glee family was as well. He prayed that they'd win nationals and finally he prayed he had a dream where Mercedes was his wife again. He laid down and went to sleep.
Awaken by a presence; Sam stirred in the white sheets. With his eyes still closed he took in the scent... Hoping to get a Whiff of Mercedes from the pillows. With no such luck he rolled over and saw that the sleeping woman next to him wasn't Mercedes. It was that blonde women. What was her name? 'Emma'he thought.
She rolled over to him and smiled.
"Hey sexy..." she said. Sam's body tensed up at her voice. She was touching his naked chest and all he could think about was how he still had a wedding ring on, and was lying next to a woman who wasn't Mercedes.
"So you want a morning meal?" she asked him.
"Yeah... I guess I could eat." he managed to say. If he was being honest, he was always hungry in these damn dreams. A smile formed on her lips, she got up and straddled him. Sam sat up taken aback by her gesture.
"What are you doing?" he asked
"your morning meal silly... So what do you want today? Hand job or a blow?"
Her smiled turned seductive as she looked down at him.
"Neither!" he yelled. He pushed her off of him and looked around, he definitely wasn't at his and Mercedes' house. There were no pictures of them or sweet smells of her floating in the air.
"Sam! What the hell is your problem?"
She spat.
"I'm just confused! Why... Why are we doing this? Why am I cheating on Mercedes with you?" he was at the foot of the bed now so that he could stay far away from her. She smiled again and crawled to him. She put her arms around his neck and breathed into him.
"It's been a month... And you're asking me this now... What happened, you getting cold feet?"
"What are you talking about? Just answer my question! What made me cheat?"
She looked into his eyes ignoring his questions. She began kissing his neck and Sam pull her away again. Emma did not like that gesture.
"You know what Sam? Get out. I'm not dealing with your bi-polarness today. I'm still angry you screamed her name when you came."
Sam was officially disgusted with himself. He went over to Emma who was putting on her robe. He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes intently.
"Please..." he begged. "Answer me! Why do we sleep together?"
"You're acting like you don't remember?" Emma says.
"It's because I don't. I feel like my mind is blank. Can you just answer me?"
"Look... I don't know what game you're playing but I don't like it. You and me, we have fun because you and her are practically over. You know this sam... You're the one who started this... Don't your remember? "She's too good for me?"she mimicked him.
Sam stood there lost in thought. Emma's words playing over and over. "She's too good for me..."
Sam woke up at three am and didn't go back to sleep. The pretty blonde's words stuck in his head like a terrible song playing over and over on the radio.
"She's too good for me."
A/N: about the Shakespeare, I know that was plain silly but why do I believe that there is way more to sam than good looks and impressions? Also that was taken from personal experience. So if you thought it was kinda cheesy, I totes agree, but hey…it's my story. lol