A/N: I don't even know what this is... But it's all my mind spit out. I apologize in advance if it doesnt make any sense.
"Hey Beautiful." Sam said leaning against her door. "Can I come in?"
"S-Sam... What- what are you doing here?" Mercedes asked stunned. What they hell was Sam doing back in Lima? After the last time he came Mercedes was sure she'd never see him again. Now here he was looking like pure sex smiling at her, leaning a against the door.
"I'll answer all your questions and more if you invite me in?" Sam's smile never left his face as he pushed past her without waiting for an answer.
Mercedes finally shook her head to get out of her seemingly stunned state and closed her front door. Sam went straight to her kitchen and opened the refridgerator and took out a bottle of water.
"This isn't walmart you know, you can't just come in and take whatever you want." Mercedes said following him into the kitchen.
"Oh I beg to differ mercy, in fact it was your own mother who said that whenever I'm here I can have whatever I want... And I'm parched." Sam opened the water and drunk it down quickly with an "Ahh" leaving his lips once it was finished.
"What are you doing here Sam?" Mercedes was getting tired of his games. She needed to know why the hell he was in her house, and why the hell he was back in Lima.
"I came to see you, Mercy, we need to talk." Sam answered finally.
"We talked already, we even said goodbye. What is it that you want from me?"
Sam sighed, why must she always have her guard up around him? Having a conversation with Mercedes was like chewing on pearls nowadays. She kept trying to conclude it every chance she got. Sam wished it was like the beginning of summer again. Where they laugh and kissed and didn't have a care in the world. All he had was memories now, and that sucked big, hairy balls.
"I know that you're still mad at me for what I did, and I didn't come here for an argument honestly... I only came to tell you that I moved back to Lima."
Mercedes didn't want to show it on her face, but her insides were fluttering... Sam moved back? Did that mean they he's gonna stay for good? Did that mean hope for- NO! She wasn't going to go there. She couldn't get back into a relationship with Sam when she knew how Shane felt about her. Even though Shane basically broke up with her, and Mercedes was single, Shane had admitted to loving her and she just couldn't make this whole fucked up situation worse then it already was by jumping into a relationship with Sam again.
"You.. You moved back to Lima? Permanently?" She asked a little too giddy. "Where are Stacy and Stevie?"
"No! I should've been more clear, I umm moved back for this school year. I mean Finn and Puck... And you are all gonna be gone next year and I convinced my parents that I should come back to spend it with you guys."
"Hmm... So, where are you staying?" Mercedes asked.
"With Finn and Kurt. It's just until the school year ends and then I dunno, I'm taking it one day at a time." Sam sat down at the kitchen table and Mercedes decided to take a seat next to him. Silence fell over them for awhile, Sam started at her hair, and clothes noticing that it was only 8 and she was already in her PJ's. Meanwhile Mercedes was staring at his hands, she almost forgot how big they were, and then she started to remember that time they were in her forbidden area and she looked away blushing. Sam, as if he was reading her dirty thoughts, smiled at her. Finally she broke the silence.
"Sam... I- I'm not mad at you, for what happened in Kentucky." Mercedes said looking into his green eyes.
"You're aren't?" Sam asked confused. She sure as hell seemed mad the last time he was here.
"No, I'm not.. I admit I was sad, but we aren't even together... So i knew i was just overreacting... I wanted to be mad i really did, but even when I tried I just... couldn't bring myself to stay mad at you."
Sam shrugged and said, "It's probably my southern boy charm and baby, I ooze it."
Mercedes laughed at that heartedly and slapped his chest. "Boy you are a mess!...But i admit I shouldn't of even been sad, I mean, I was with Shane and-"
"Wait... Did you say was?" Sam asked cutting her off.
"Yeah, oh umm he broke up with me." Mercedes looked down sadly. Sam just wanted to comfort her, hold her in his arms and tell her that Shane's a dick but instead he went the safe route and asked, "Why?"
"Lets just say we were both keeping alot of secrets. I kept something from him about... You, and he now thinks that he was just a rebound."
Sam kept silence but in his mind he thought "That's because he is."
Mercedes continued... "...And he was too good for me anyway. I mean, who would want a girl who is-" Mercedes cut herself off and tucked her lips inside her mouth, before she said something she regretted.
"A girl who is what? Beautiful? Smart? Amazing?"
She got up and folded her arms in front of her, feigning innocence. "Sam- Stop."
Sam got up right after her and shook his head no. Mercedes started to back away from him noticing he was coming right towards her and didn't realize she backed herself into a wall. Sam trapped her against it with both his hands on either side of her face, on the wall.
"I think I know what you were going to say Cedes" Sam said as his green eyes grew darker with each word. "You were going to say, a girl who is still in love... With me." his face was so close to hers that they were basically sucking in each other's breath.
"Sam... I.. I'm not..." Mercedes didn't get to finish her sentence because Sam's oh so beautiful mouth was on hers. She began to kiss him back, and his tongue slid across her bottom lip begging for entrance. She opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined, both of them getting lost in a taste of each other they haven't experienced since their breakup. His hands found her waist and his gripped it tightly. Hers, found his shirt and did the same.
Mercedes was lost in herself and Sam. She hadn't been kissed this good in a while. Sure Shane could kiss, but she felt something with Sam that she hadn't felt with him... Sparks, was the only way to describe it. Like someone lit a match under both of their skins whenever they were around each other. Sam's hands moved under her tank top now, she could feel him trying to reach her breasts. Damn him for having the best feeling hands she ever felt on her body... But no- this couldn't happen like this. Sam and her had too many problems, they couldn't get back together. It couldn't be this easy. It SHOULDN't be this easy. So Mercedes did the only thing she could think of that would make him think any other thing besides the fact that she still love him. She pushed him away hard and slapped him in the face.
"SAM get out!" she yelled, trying to sound angry.
"You know you still want me Mercedes. Stop denying it... and we could be together." Sam said back.
"No! Just no! I don't want you! not anymore! So from now on just do me a favor and leave me the hell alone!" she cracked open the door for him and stood there, like she did so many times asking him to leave.
"I'm not giving up Cedes... You know I won't. Now that Shane is out of the picture I want you to know I will stop at nothing until you are mine again, and this time... I'm not going to let you go. Even if you want me to, i'm going to still be there: hugging you, kissing you, sexing you, and loving you until my dying day. You can count on that Miss Jones." Sam winked at her and then left. Mercedes slammed the door behind him, she couldn't believe Sam's audacity! Talking nasty, kissing her possessively? With confidence she never seen before? Swag? Who was this new Sam? More importantly why was she so turned on by it?
Sam never realized how awesome it was to be back in Lima until he was at Rachel's party with his fellow Glee clubbers. The drinks were flowing, bad karaoke was being played and sung by the hostess herself. Everyone came, even Mercedes who did nothing but give him the stank eye the entire night. Even when he tried to say hi to her, she just ignored him and talked to Santana who was oddly becoming her best friend.
Sam sat on the couch and sipped his red solo cup, glaring at Mercedes who got up to use the bathroom. Once she left Santana made her way to him. Her legs looked wobbly. Must've been from the alcohol consumption.
She plopped down next to him and said, "Hey Juila Roberts, Dont tell anyone I said this but I'm so glad you're back. This way I don't have to open cans with my hands anymore. I have your beautiful fish lips back in my vicinity! Yayy!" She clapped lightly.
"Good to see you too Santana." is all Sam repiled.
"Aww don't be a poor sport... I was only kidding."
"I know." Sam said taking another sip.
Sam ignored what she said next, all he kept doing was looking at the steps waiting for Mercedes to return. Santana noticed he wasn't listening. All he kept doing was staring at those damn steps, so she said something she knew would catch his attention.
"You know you won't win her back by suffocating her right?" She exclaimed.
"Excuse me?" Sam said back.
"Mercedes... You're waiting for her to come back downstairs so you can stare at her some more? Right? Sam come on, the entire club knows you two had something before you and your family hopped into your mouth and ran off to Kansas."
"Kentucky." Sam said correcting her.
"Whatever, the point is fish face, is that Mercedes needs time to heal. Shane totally broke her heart by ending things so quickly. And you broke her heart by leaving her just when she was falling in love with you."
"She wasn't the only one who fell in love you know, I did too. And what makes you think I'm not hurting? My heart is broken too."
"I get it, I know how you feel. Trust me, I do. But giving her the cold I want you so badly stare isn't going to make her decision any easier. Shane may have broken up with her, but he also told her he was falling in love with her. So she's torn. Give her some time Sam, let her figure out who she wants. Without Shane blowing up her up and without YOU going over to her house and molesting her."
"What?" Sam said bug eyed. "I-I didn't molest her... It was a kiss, I can't believe she told you."
"It was a molestation. They way she described it... So maybe you should cool it, give her some space. Let her sort her shit out. In the end, if she chooses you, then fine. But if she chooses Shane, you have to be okay with that too. It's her choice Sam. You can't force it."
Sam knew Santana was right. Mercedes needed time to think for herself. He feared that she might choose Shane, but that was just something he'd have to deal with if it happened. It would hurt because he loved her, but everyone always says, if you love something let it go. That's what Sam had to do... He had to completely let go. Just be her friend without laying it on too thick. He could do that right? Be her friend? He was before... He was sure it wouldn't be a problem, as long as he kept his feelings in check he could do it. Or at least he thinks he can.
After the party dewindled Sam was finally back at the Hudmel's and in his new bed. He looked over to the dresser where the picture Mercedes gave him stood. Taking it off the mantle, Sam admired it in his hands. He couldn't help but reminisce about the good days between them, before everything turned in shit. The moments when she used to smile at him instead of scowl, the moments when she used to fall asleep on his shoulder while watching a movie. The moments when they kissed and Sam couldn't feel anything else except his heart fluttering and her lips on his. He so desperately wanted her back. The way she loved him, they way he loved her. He wanted it all back.
He sighed, closed his eyes and hoped he could deal with his decision to just be her friend. He just kept telling himself he could do this. Even though he knew, he couldn't.
Sam and Mercedes didn't know whether to regret the decision they made last night or consider it a blessing in disguise. They sat down, away from each other on the couch in Dr. Ian's office. Dr. Ian was running a little late, but he got there in time for their session. Once inside he sat down with his pen and notepad and began.
"Sorry I'm late... Even therapists have personal problems!" Dr. Ian joked.
Sam and Mercedes both laughed lightly. Never once looking at each other. Dr. Ian noticed the tension and he probably guessed it had something to do with how their last session ended.
"So, how is everyone today?" he asked them both.
"Fine!" they both answered at the same time.
"Mercedes, how's the baby?"
"Actually Sam and I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. To find out the sex." Mercedes smiled.
"That's wonderful... Isn't it Sam?" Dr. Ian asked him.
"Yeah, I can't wait until I see my son!" Sam smiled wide.
"And just for tortures sake, I can't wait to hear from the doctor that it's a girl." Mercedes teased him. Sam scoffed at her with humor in his voice. Dr. Ian rejoiced. This is what he wanted, to loosen them up and dial down the obvious tension in the room.
"So guys, let's jump right in, shall we? Mercedes, Sam our last session was full of tears, breakthroughs and tongue kisses. Can you guys tell me what happened after the session ended?"
"We..." They both said at the same time.
"You say it." Mercedes said to Sam.
"No, you say it." Sam said back to her.
"Somebody say it!" Dr. Ian interjected.
"Fine... Umm after our session things were going well and, we planned on having a nice dinner, and a nice chat... But..." Sam started
"But?" the therapist asked.
"But... We had sex. There i said it!" Mercedes yelled.
"Interesting.." Dr. Ian said writing it down in his notepad.
"What's interesting?" Sam said mocking him.
"Well, Mercedes you say that you could never love Sam the way you used to, yet this is the second time that you've had sex with him after divorcing. And Sam, you say you love Mercedes but yet you don't realize that by not talking and just getting down to the physicalities of your relationship proves... You want a physical relationship with mercedes yes, but is that all there is?"
"That's not true!" Sam spat. "We didnt have sex! we made love and it's because I love her. If I just wanted sex I couldve called a hooker. I want mercedes, ALL of her, like I had back then. We were happy once... She loved me and I screwed it up. All I'm doing is sitting here and trying to make admends, trying to forgive myself for letting go the brightest thing in my life. It's never just about sex when we make love, Mercy and I. It's always love making. I love her."
"But does she love you? She told you Sam, countless times she doesn't want you anymore, why do you come back?"
"Why are we talking about me like I'm not here? I do love Sam, we sleep together because we try to fight that fact. It's easier for me to say I don't love him, than to actually LOVE him. If I love him again, he'll hurt me. That's why I push him away constantly." Mercedes added.
"I promise I won't hurt you again Mercy." Sam said to her.
"You said that too many times Sam. I can't do it again. I won't."
"And folks... we are back to where we started." Dr. Ian said. "But this time I have a plan. And you can't even thank me for this. I seriously stole this from sex and the city, but it's worked with 75% of my couples. I want you and Mercedes to not talk for the next week. And while you are NOT talking I want each of you to make a pros and cons list of the things about each other you may love or hate. At the end of the week we will review."
"What if the cons outweigh the pros?" Sam asked.
"Then you have think about it... Now you and Mercedes have different situation from my other couples, because she's having a baby. But if at the end of the week, both of your lists have more cons than pros you need to ask yourselves, is this a relationship worth staying in? Am I doing it out of love or convenience? And the most important question: is this relationship a toxic one? If the answers to those questions aren't what you thought they would be at the end of next week... You two should think about co parenting, WITHOUT being with eachother."
Sam and Mercedes both looked at eachother with fear in their eyes. Could their relationship be too toxic to sustain? Was it worth staying in? More importantly was it love they both felt, or nostalgia?
The only thing they could do now was wait. At the end of the week they soon would both find out whether it was truly love anymore, or just obligation.
a/n: who do you think has the more fucked up relationship? Present Samcedes or Future Samcedes?