A/N: I know some people might be mad at me for how this play's out but after 7 chapters of angst, My muse forced me to write this. So if you're mad take it out on me in the reviews. I promise not to Santana cry while reading them. Okay some context before reading: Sam is having yet another outer body dream. (Okay done… chapter 8)
Sam's weekend was a blow. That was the best way he could put it. He ended up working all weekend and on top of that he couldn't stop thinking about Mercedes. They kissed for the first time and this time it wasn't a dream. It was real. His lips on hers, moving and gyrating together in harmony. Sam admitted to himself that in his dreams the kisses were good, verging on downright heavenly. But in reality they were so much more than heaven, if that made sense. Sam shuddered at the memory of how perfectly their lips felt together. She had the softest, sweetest lips he ever came across. All he kept thinking at the time was "damn..." and things like "deeper... So soft... I want more..." then she had to pull away. Her eyes looked so frightened, Sam still wondered why. Sure he caught her off guard and laid one on her, but was it really that bad that she got in her car and left quicker than speedy Gonzalez? After Sam woke up from the dream from hell on Saturday morning he got up, washed and ate breakfast. After some contemplating, he texted Mercedes.
"Hey... Hope you're doing alright."the text read. He didn't know why, but a part of him knew she wasn't going to text him back. Sam cursed himself for texting her in the first place, he threw his phone down on the couch and sighed. After almost 15 minutes with no reply Sam tried to keep himself busy. He turned on the TV and was flipping through the channels when his phone buzzed. He scurried for it quickly hoping Mercedes was the one hitting him up. But nope it was Quinn. He pushed the answer button reluctantly and said, "Hello Quinn... How can I help you?"
"Well it's simple; you can tell me how your night went... I know Mercedes helped watch the kids with you."
"And how do you know that?" he questioned.
"I called my girl this morning. She said she spent Friday night with you and your crazy siblings." 'So she has time to talk to Quinn but not me?' Sam was livid.
"What else did she tell you?" he asked.
"Not much... Said you and her hung out, watched the kids and then she left." Quinn replied.
"Ahh... So she didn't tell you..." Sam started.
"Tell me what?" Quinn's voice got higher than usual, it only happens when she gets excited. "Samuel Evans! Did something happen between you two that I should know about?"
"Let's just say... I made a move; she didn't like it and whatever I thought I felt between us... Wasn't anything I guess?" Sam sighed into the phone.
"Sam... What did you do? Oh my god please tell me you did not touch her ass!" Quinn yelled.
"What the hell Quinn! Do you think I'm some sort of sexual deviant that whenever I get a girl alone I want to pounce on them?"
Sam could feel Quinn's icy shrug over the phone. "No I don't... Sam, just tell me what happened."
"Fine!" he started. "The kids went to sleep and we were watching avatar and our hands grazed..." Quinn started squeeing into the phone. Sam shook his head.
"And...?" she asked inquisitively
"And then she said she needed to go home so I went to walk her to her car, I thanked her for helping me watch Stacy and Stevie and then I hugged her."
"Did she hug you back?"
"Yes. And for a moment I read the signs wrong because I... I kissed her."
"WHAT!"Quinn was screaming at the top of her lungs now. "Oh my god Sam did she kiss you back?"
"At first no... Then she started too so I went in to deepen the kiss, and that's when she pulled away. I grabbed her hands and told her that I liked her and she simply told me not to."
"Wait... Slow down. She told you not to like her? Why?"
"I don't know Quinn! Fear? Rejection? Race? Size? Me being homeless? Take your pick. There could be a million reasons why she doesn't want me."
"I don't think any of those are the real problem Sam."
"Then why? Why do I have these dreams where were together and yet I cheat then in reality I finally admit to what I've been honestly keeping in since prom... Only to get rejected? Do you know how it feels Quinn? When we kissed I felt something I never felt with you or Santana. It felt amazing, like if I had to only kiss her lips for the rest of my sorry life I would! Why Quinn? Why?"
"Are you done?" Quinn said dryly.
"Yeah. I guess I'm just pissed that she doesn't want me- whatever."
"Sam... Before you off of and start writing your very own Greek tragedy featuring you and Mercedes I think you should find out the real reason why she left so quickly.
"Okay then do you have an explanation?"
"You remember Artie Abrams right? We still have no idea what happened between them. Maybe that's why she pulled away."
Sam sat back on the couch and hit his head. He forgot all about her and Artie's conversation last week.
"Okay well if neither of them wants to fess up how do we find out?"
"Oh god Sam... You really need to stop dreaming about Mercedes and focus more often. Who is the only person in glee club that Mercedes trust the most?"
"Well that would be Kurt. But I thought they hardly talk since Rachel stole her best gay from under Mercedes' cute little button nose."
"Really Sam?" Quinn laughed "You've got it so bad."
"So you think she told Kurt?" Sam asked ignoring her comment.
"I know she did. In fact the proof will be in the pudding. Here's the plan: I'm calling Kurt on three way. Don't say one word. And we'll know everything."
"Fine." Sam said desperately. The plan was stupid but he really needed to know if her and Artie had a thing... Sam would sadly bow out and silently let Artcedes happen.
Quinn called Kurt and they said their pleasantries and things. Sam drowned most of it out until the conversation finally got to Mercedes.
"Speaking of Mercedes..." Quinn began.
"Do you know if she's seeing anyone? I had this cousin who's going to be staying with me for a while and I think they would be cute together."
Sam bit his lips nervously. 'Come on Kurt say no!'
"Well... Mercy told me not to say anything..." Kurt began. "So you have to swear to Gaga's egg that you won't repeat what I'm about to tell you."
When Kurt swore on Gaga that's how you knew shit was about to get real. Sam felt himself breathing a little heavily so he toned down as Quinn sweared on Gaga's egg.
"Artie asked her out. They're going on a date tonight... And who knows what could happen after that." Kurt spilled.
Quinn gave her fake laughs and quips about how great they would be then ended the phone call with both Sam and Kurt. Sam felt like someone just took his heart out and stomped it. And the reason? Because he knew that Mercedes and Artie had chemistry. They meshed well together. And going on a date would just prove that fact. Sam knew his chances were gone. Whatever sparks or fireworks he felt, he now had to bury. He flipped back on the TV and then saw that his phone had a text.
Blondie:hey. I'm sorry Sam. U ok?
He texted her back. "I'll be fine Quinn."
'Maybe it's all for the best.' Sam thought. 'Artie would be good to her... Yeah, he would.'
On Monday Sam tried his best to keep his emotions in check. It was time for history class and Mercedes sat at his table, for the sole purpose of the project on Hitler that they had to give in on Friday. He and Whitney sat there in silence while kids still filled the room. Whitney was flashing him her sex eyes and Sam wished that she would just GTFO. And stay away from him.
"Hey... You didn't come to my party, what gives?" she asked
"Whitney let me put it like this... I don't want you. Not now... Not ever." he said bluntly. He wished she would just get the hint.
"Just wait... You'll be changing her tune soon. They all do." she winked at him and flipped her red hair around. Sam shook his head at anal girl. She really was something. He thought. It was five minutes till the last bell and that's when Sam knew Mercedes wasn't coming. He put his head down and silently blamed himself. 'Maybe she's scared to face me?' Sam said to himself. Then at the last minute she came in right before final bell and took her seat across from Sam. Sam smiled at her as the teacher began handing back their projects with grades on them.
"Hey..." he said breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"hey." she said back.
"So... Umm how was your weekend?" he asked scratching the back of his head. He wanted to seem nonchalant about it but if he was being honest it came out kind of desperately.
Before Mercedes could say anything Whitney opened her mouth. "My weekend would've been great if you had come over to my party and we got rid of the growing sexual tension between us."
Sam turned to Whitney and said, "There's no sexual tension between us Whitney. And you know why? Because I don't go for girls who are more open then Georgia dome its self... And I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Mercedes." Sam put his full attention back on Mercedes, while Whitney scoffed and mumbled under her breath. Mercedes was about to say something when once again they were interrupted, this time by the teacher. She handed them the project then gave them each a paper with their individual grades.
"A!" Mercedes rejoiced
"I got one two! Sam said showing her his paper. "I wouldn't of if you didn't help me with the essay part." he smiled at her. She smiled back softly.
"What the hell? An F?" Whitney got up to yell at the teacher, finally leaving Sam and Mercedes to talk alone.
"So... You were going to tell me about your weekend?" Sam asked again
"Oh it was good I guess." she shrugged her shoulders
"You guess? Nothing... Interesting happened?" he was inquiring about two things: whether she liked the kiss he surprised her with and her date with Artie. And he hoped she knew what he was hinting at.
"No... Nothing."
After class Sam watched her get up and walk out with a swing in her hips. He felt his pants tightening at the memory of his dream he had Sunday night.
"Harder baby harder!" Mercedes screamed as he pushed into her backside.
Apparently future Sam was a bit of a roughhouse with his woman because she kept screaming for him to go deeper and harder and present Sam was trying but failing to do her like his future self would.
Mercedes' orgasm was weak and then she got off the bed and said "you used to be so good at giving it to me rough baby... I guess it's just stress." she kissed his head and walked into the bathroom closing the door
Sam was both embarrassed and aroused at the memory. He fought back his thoughts and his erection as he entered the hallway. He saw her standing at her locker alone and figured that this could be his chance to actually talk to her about what happened Friday night. But in hindsight, Bad move seeing at though he was half mass and she was the cause of it without even knowing.
"Hey, Mercedes can we talk?" he asked
"Sure Sam... What do you want to talk about?" she said closing her locker.
"About... What happened on Friday...? Between us?"
"Look you don't have to say anything. It was the heat of the moment and we both got a little carried away." Mercedes began walking and Sam was right by her trying to keep up the pace. 'Damn this woman can walk fast!'
"I don't think that's all it was Mercedes." Sam stopped her by grabbing her hand. She tried to break away from him but he held on tighter, turning her body towards his.
"What are you doing?" Mercedes asked.
Sam moved even closer now, closing the small space between them. He interlocked his fingers with hers and then stared into her eyes with a predatory gaze. Mercedes was entranced for a moment, looking deep into those emerald eyes, she felt like he was staring right into her soul. That's when she pushed him back hard and Sam stumbled back two steps, bringing him back to reality. 'Artie'Sam said in the back of his mind...
"have you lost your damn mind Blondie?" she crossed her arms in front of her and gone was Mercedes, only one left now was the diva jones.
"Mercedes look... I just..." she put her hand up to his face signaling him to stop talking.
"I don't know what's gotten into you but, but I don't play those…" Mercedes began. This time it was Sam's turn to cut her off, except not with words. Before he knew what he was doing, He grabbed her face and smashed his mouth to hers, pulling her closer to him than humanly possible. This time Mercedes didn't try to get away or push him. She kissed him back with just as much passion and desperation. As Sam opened his mouth and tongues came into play Mercedes moaned lowly against his now puffy salamander lips. He loved the sound he elicited out of her so he deepened the kiss and put his idle hands on her waist. She took hers and ran them through his growing blonde locks, tucking them behind his ears. Sam finally realized that they were kissing in the hallway in school- where Artie was... Mercedes' maybe boyfriend. He kissed her three more times chastely and then their lips parted. They were still close, taking in each other's breaths. Mercedes pulled on the bottom of his tight shirt and then opened her eyes to see him already looking into hers.
"Sam..." she said. It came out in a whispery moan.
"Mercedes?" he asked.
She moved inches away from him and backed up against the lockers.
Silence grew between them as they looked at each other in the empty hallway. After a while Mercedes said "you can't keep kissing me Sam."
Sam bowed his head in shame at his desperation but dammit there was something about this goddess in front of him. She had a hold on him without even knowing it. At first Sam thought it was the dreams that allured him to her. But after a talk with the smartest person he knew: himself,he found out that he'd been attracted to her for a while now. I mean Rachel asked him to the prom solo and he outright said no. But when he knew it Mercedes was gonna be there he jumped on the yes ship. And why? Because he could admit it now... He wants Mercedes. There's only so much denial you could do after taking sneak peeks at her bountiful ass anyway.
"What if I can't?" Sam replied.
"You need to try..." Sam was moving towards her now and Mercedes felt her back against the Locker. 'Shit' she said silently. She had nowhere to go.
"But what if I can't? And don't want to?" Sam said it again looking into her eyes intently. His voice got deeper/ and dark with every other word.
"Sam... I honestly don't know what to tell you"
"Is this about Artie?" Sam asked. He didn't want to bring it up but Artie was an elephant in the room and as far as Sam knew it was the only thing between them.
"Artie? What does Artie have to do with this?"
"Well Quinn had mentioned you guys had a date on Saturday and I figured that's why you left so quickly after we kissed... Am I right?"
"Quinn? How the hell does Quinn know? Oh my gosh Kurt!I'm gonna strangle him and then he won't get to live to see the new gaga album come out!"
"I'm sorry... I didn't... I don't want to be the reason you and Artie don't work. But I meant what I said Mercedes, I like you... A lot. But if you want to be with Artie that's fine." Sam put his head down. Gosh he felt like a total jackass. He slid down the lockers and hit his head against it.
Mercedes smiled and then slid down beside him.
"Sam... There's something you need to know... A lot of things actually." she gave off an ironic laugh. Sam turned to her and said, "Like?"
"I did go out on a date with Artie and it was a great time..."
"Okay..." Sam didn't know how to respond to that.
"I was late to class today because artie and I were talking... We both agreed that there could be something between us. But... We also agreed that we should just stay friends." Sam perked up at the last part. His heart was doing the Crip walk in his chest.
"So there's no... You and Artie?"
She laughed and shook her head. "Nope. But we did agree to get married after six years if were still single of course."
"Well what about now? What does that mean for...? You and I?"
"Honestly? I have no idea. If you want the truth Sam I've been into you for a while but I never thought you would like me. So I fought it... Then that kiss, on Friday. It was..."
"Amazing?" Sam said with a smile.
She nodded her head. "But you scare me Sam."
"What? How do I scare you?"
"Because I could see myself falling for you." She said honestly. After that she dipped her head down shyly. It wasn't something Sam was used to with Mercedes; she always said what needed to be said with full hubris. Now she looked like she was nine, hanging her head down at her first crush. Sam smiled and picked her chin up with his hand so that their eyes met.
"I feel the same way." he answered.
She blushed and said "then what do we do? With these feelings?"
"Well... We could pretend like we don't feel anything for another and walk away right now or..." he began
"or?" Mercedes asked with a smile.
"Or, this." Sam kissed her again. This time it was slow, soft and sweet. The three S' Mercedes loved the most. They sat there on the floor McKinley high school. Making out, for the third time. The bell rung meaning that the period was over. Sam and Mercedes got up before anyone saw and they kissed once more quickly before saying goodbye and going in opposite directions.
Quinn saw Mercedes walking down the hall and she looked like she was practically floating. Quinn ran up next to her and linked her arm with Mercedes. Mercedes smiled and said hello to her friend and then they walked down the hall together.
"Are you okay mercy?" Quinn asked. " You look like your glowing."
"I'm fine Q... In fact I'm absolutely prefect."
Sam got in late after work and he noticed he had a voicemail. It was from Mercedes.
"Hey Sam... Its Mercedes, well I guess you already know that? (Light laughter) I know you're at work, and you won't get this until later but call me tomorrow? I met this cute blonde boy who's great at impressions and well... He told me he liked me and we made out for a good 5minutes... Anyway call me. I would love to tell you about him!"
That's where the message ended. Sam smiled and then replayed it two times before taking a shower and curling up on the couch. He looked up at the celling and seriously contemplated on running outside and shouting "I'm dating Mercedes jones!" to whoever was still awake but instead he knelt down to pray and before going to sleep he added, "goodnight Mercedes." before drifting off to sleep.
Sam looked around and saw himself lying on the bed. He was having another dream where he wasn't his future self. He watched as his future self-woke up in the room he shared with his wife and then he got up to shower. He came our several minutes later in nothing but a towel and ran to pick up his phone that was buzzing.
"Hey beautiful" he said. Oh god please let it not be Emma. Present Sam thought.
"I miss you more..." it's not Emma. It can't be Emma... Please let it not be Emma...
"I wish I was there too! But London can't be that bad right?" he laughed at whoever it was on the phone.
"I love you too mercy..." present Sam threw his fist in the air! It was Mercedes.
"Don't talk like that... Yeah I'm only in a towel... Well if you were here then maybe we could..." future Sam's comments were trailed off by a knock on the front door.
"Babe can I call you back? I promise I will... Ok bye I love you." Future Sam put on some gray sweat pants, skipping the shirt and made his way downstairs. Present Sam followed him to the door. And there she was in all her glory... Emma. She had on a black trench coat and she opened it showing her birthday suit to future Sam. His eyes widened and he grabbed her inside.
"I was hoping we could recreate what we did last night." she held onto her hips and moved towards him seductively.
"Last night was a mistake. And it will never happen again! I love my wife!" future Sam yelled.
"Yeah? Is that why you fucked me last night? Because you love her so much?"
"You need to go now!" he pulled her arm and tried to get her out of the door.
"No! I'm not going anywhere!" she pushed him off of her hard and then tied her coat together.
"Get the out of my house! I never want to see you again."
"That's a tough one seeing as though my father owns the record company you're under. Remember how hard it was Sammy... For you to finally get a record deal? My father was the only one who believed in you."
"What do you want Emma?" he yelled.
"That's easy. I want you."
"Emma look... Last night I was drunk and I was throwing my insecurities around. I never meant to sleep with you. And it's eating at me. I'm sorry that I used you. But I love my wife. And I'm never leaving her."
"You don't have to leave her. I have a proposition for you."
"What are you talking about?"
"I want you to have sex with me… behind your wife's back."
Future Sam looked at her like she was freaking crazy. "Are you insane? No! Why the hell would you think I would ever agree to that?"
"I knew you wouldn't. So I thought about it... And I'm not giving you a choice."
"Excuse you?"
"You see... You either do what I say, or you lose your record deal and your precious mercy."
"How dare you threaten me!" he looked like he wanted to hit her. She came towards him and stared him in the face.
"If you don't I'll tell your wife that you cheated on her. Then I'll tell my father you forced yourself on me. How's that sound Sammy?"
Future Sam stood there with a shocked look on his face. "No one will believe you. ... Not even mercy." he said almost silently.
"Oh I have proof. And I'll send you the pics in your email." she smiled against his skin.
"If you do this... You'll destroy my career and my… my marriage." he said desperately.
She just laughed and said, "Well I guess you better make the right choice then."
As she walking out she yelled "you have one week... Then I demand an answer." she slammed his door shut.
Future Sam ran over to the living room flipping over the small lazy boy, and then the coffee table. Then he threw the remote and smashed it into the window. After he was done tearing up basically the whole living room he slumped down to the floor, picking up a frame. Present Sam was behind him as he admired the photo. It was their wedding picture. He took it out of the frame and rubbing over it lightly with his fingers. Out of nowhere he started to sob. "Mercy... Baby, I'm so sorry." he said to the picture.
"I'm doing this for you... For us." he held the picture against his heart and cried loudly.
That's when Sam woke up and felt his own tears forming on his face. He scrunched up in the fetal position and then replayed her voicemail, putting it next to his ear and listening to it all night long.