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Means a lot! And sorry this took so damn long!
Holy crap, he really liked this girl. He could not for the life of him forget the little session they had in the bathroom the other day. The feel of her lips against his, the way she felt in his arms as he lifted her up. But it wasn't just the physical things that drove him wild, it was her compassion that she showed to everyone. She's funny, smart, and just all around amazing. After they exited the bathroom and met up with Santana and Quinn, she wouldn't look at him! It was weird how crazy confident she was one second, and the next she was withdrawn. Maybe she didn't like what she felt, he shook that thought, the predatory look in her eyes when she teased him would cast all doubt. Was it because he was too fat? Maybe it was his dyslexia? Sam had some body issues, but he wasn't going to let that get to his head.
"Hey." He heard a small voice from behind him. He turned eagerly to see Mercedes looking shyly at the ground.
"Good morning!" He greeted with his signature lop-sided grin.
"So…" Mercedes tapped her two big toes together.
"So…" He rose an eyebrow. Sam was trying to find her actions amusing, but his previous thoughts were coming back double-time. "Mercedes, if I did anything to make you feel uncomfortable, i'm sorry." He said, lowering his head more to her level. He watched as her head snapped up.
"Oh, no, I was actually worried it was the opposite, that I made you feel uncomfortable. I should be apologizing. I mean, I honestly, don't know where that.." She motioned to her hands, and Sam swallowed hard, remembering the feel of the memory "...came from." Mercedes giggled nervously, but looked him in the eye anyways, "So, I'm sorry." Sam felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. So it really had nothing to do with his, erm, reaction.
"Don't apologize. But since I want to make it up to you, and you want to make it up to me, lets do dinner." He suggested, shoving his hands in his pockets. She let out a laugh, and he knew the worse was over.
"You still want to take me out?" She asked shyly, and when they made eye contact, he smiled bigger.
"Oh yeah."
"Well I guess so." She teased.
"You guess?!" Sam asked a bit incredulously as she smiled coyly, and he thought it was extremely alluring. "Well, when you smile like that, I don't care how you answer, as long as you agree." He snapped his mouth shut. 'Too honest, too soon!' but to his delight, she blushed.
"Sam…" She started.
"Mercy! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Santana cut in.
Mercedes jumped a little out of surprise.
"You must've been looking really high, because I've been where I've always been! By the way, you scared the crap out of me!" She answered.
"Sorry." Santana said
"Lets get to class!" Mercedes said a little too quickly, and Santana rose an eyebrow at Sam, he just shrugged. They began walking away, and Sam was unsure if he should join them, but Santana turned around and asked if he was coming.
"So, Karofsky is totally going to do a public apology to Kurt in glee today!" Santana said enthusiastically.
"What?! How do you know?" Mercedes dubiously asked.
"I just know these things." She shrugged.
"Did you threaten him or something?" Mercedes narrowed her eyebrows.
"Nope, he told me he was going to do it. Chill it Mother Theresa." Santana teased, Mercedes just pushed her. They entered the class, and Sam was surprised when Mercedes immediately took the seat next to him, as opposed to next to Santana. He could tell the latina had some protests, but she held them back. So when Brittany walked in, she sat next to Santana.
"Hey Santana!" She greeted.
"Hey Britt." She tried to sound just as eager. Sam looked from the two Cheerios in front of them and to the beautiful former Cheerio next to him.
"So our date, when did you want to go?" Sam bumped Mercedes' shoulders.
"Whenever." She shrugged.
"So tonight?"
"Its a Wednesday." She dead panned.
"You said whenever." He challenged.
"You're right." She shrugged. "What time?" He looked at her.
"Seriously, tonight?" Sam wanted to spend that time with her ASAP but, it wouldn't be the greatest idea for them to go tonight. If he wanted her for a whole night, he'd do it on the night that he had a later curfew.
"Yes."
"Well, for as much as I'd like that, maybe we should just go Friday night. I don't have a game that night, and we wouldn't have school curfew, so…"
"Gosh Evans. Okay, Friday night!" She confirmed as the teacher started to instruct the class.
Karofsky never got to that apology because he was a whimp! He didn't even show up. Some guy on the football team admitted to Sue that Karofsky did threaten Kurt. So both teens got pulled into the principle's office with their parents to discuss the issue at hand. Principle Sue had no tolerance for threatening, and expelled the bully. It was a breath of fresh air, but he still should've came and apologized, Glee wasn't until after school hours so it was totally doable. If not, just a phone call could've been sufficient, but he wasn't even man enough to do that.
"Okay, guys! I know its been a little slow in here, and we haven't really been doing much, which is why… drumroll Finn." And after the respectable beats he announced his news, "We're doing The Rocky Horror Show!" Almost everyone jumped for joy. Sam was confused as hell, he'd never heard of that play before..
"I know its a classic, but its fun, and the arts are about challenging things and taking chances." He finished.
"Rocky Horror? Isn't that a little inappropriate?" Quinn asked.
"Well, thats why I cut the more risqué parts out. And I have these permission slips to be signed by your parents so we can continue on!" He held up papers, then started passing them out.
"Oh, this is going to be fun!" Sam heard someone in the room say.
"So maybe I'll play the kid in the wheelchair?" Artie asked.
"Thats what I was thinking." The teacher answered him, and Artie nodded. "And I was thinking Sam could play Rocky." Sam looked at the older man a bit confused.
"I have no idea what this play is about, let alone… who 'Rocky' is." He explained, and sort of looked around the room.
"Don't worry, you'll nail the part. He's cute and blonde, just like you." Mercedes winked at him, and he felt instantly better. As long as she agreed he'd do it.
"Finn and I will play Brad and Janet." Rachel said matter-of-factly.
No one fought them on that.
"Kurt, you can be Frank-N-Furter." Mr. Shue said. Kurt looked up half-scared.
"What? No, I'm not parading around on stage as a transvestite wearing fishnets and heels." Kurt practically spat back at the teacher.
"Why, because that look was so last season?" Santana snarked.
"Santana." Mercedes said, and Santana looked at Kurt.
"No offense." That was the closest he was getting to an apology, everyone knew that.
"I'd like to be Frank-N-Furter." Everyone looked back at Mike. "I've been practicing my singing voice everyday, and I'm really improving." Everyone looked dumbfounded for a little bit, but then shrugged. If he wanted that role, he could knock himself out.
Mr. Shue later explained to them what else that needed to be done, and since they were short on girl roles and they'd need to double up for colombias and magentas. After everything was clear, he excused the class.
"Mercedes, come to my house later?" Sam heard Quinn ask.
"Sure." She agreed.
"So you really won't tell me what went down in that bathroom?" Quinn repeatedly bumped her shoulder with Mercedes' as the darker girl rolled her eyes.
"I told you, nothing! We just talked about what went down, and I helped him clean off the blood from his face." She said.
"Huh. Right. That why both of you couldn't even look at eachother afterward?" She rose an eyebrow at the raven haired girl.
"We were upset." Mercedes answered.
"Upset because he told you what to do, or upset that we called you so you couldn't do the dirty?" Quinn challenged.
"Okay. Fine! But neither. He told me he used to be bullied, and that he took up boxing." She started.
"He was bullied? Wow." Quinn said. "But go on."
"Yeah, I'll let him tell you that story. Then I felt horrible yelling at him like that because he was just trying to help. Then I apologized for those boys, and he told me I didn't need to apologize, then we…"
"We…" Quinn's face grew with excitement.
"We kissed!" Quinn fell back in her computer chair, and made the back of her hand meet her forehead, in a really, 'whoosh' matter. Mercedes giggled at her antics, and just from the giddiness of the thought.
"And then what happened? Was it like a slow kiss, or was it really hot and juicy?" Mercedes didn't answer right away, averting her eyes. "Oh my gosh, it was totally hot and juicy! Spill!"
It took Mercedes a few seconds, but she later obliged. Quinn 'Ooh'd' and 'Aah'd' and when the moment came when Mercedes admitted to teasing his frustrations, Quinn blushed.
"Are you serious?!" She asked in a scandalous manner. Mercedes covered her face, totally embarrassed.
"Yes. I practically assaulted him! What is my problem?" She looked at Quinn between her fingers, and had to remove her hands completely when she saw that Quinn was biting her lip.
"What?" Mercedes asked.
"Well, for what its worth, he could not keep his eyes off of you."
"But you just said-!" Mercedes shouted. Quinn shrugged.
"I know, but I lied, you couldn't look at him, but it wasn't exactly the same case for him... Oh, don't look at me like that, I needed to make it sound mutual so you'd spill." Mercedes shook her head with a smile on her face. "But seriously, he couldn't. So I guess that little teasing went a long way."
"It was hardly teasing." Mercedes muttered.
"So, what it feel like?" Mercedes looked at her confused.
"You've kissed boys before." She said slowly and Quinn shook her head.
"I meant, you know?" She made a motion 'down there' and Mercedes threw her a pillow.
"NO, Quinn!"
"Okay, okay, fine. But do you like him?" She asked
"Yes." Mercedes bit her lip.
"Well, I know he likes you." Quinn saw Mercedes' face and answered her unasked question, "Well, we were at Breadstix, and I tried to hint to him that I liked him-totally don't anymore!-But then he shut me down, and told me he had feelings for you. Thats when we asked you to join us for ice cream. Then the whole thing with David happened, and he yelled at you about being alone with him, then yanked you with him away from the field. Much to Santana's dismay." Quinn explained.
"Santana? Why what happened?"
"Nothing." Quinn answered a little too quickly.
"She likes Sam, doesn't she?" Mercedes thought out loud.
"Well, not exactly-" Quinn began to protest, but Mercedes cut her off.
"Yes, that explains the stares, the jokes, the never ending bitching about him! She totally digs him." Mercedes started getting up. She needed to talk to Santana, but what would she say, Sorry I know you like Sam, but theres kind of something going on between us? No, that was beyond rude, and totally not Mercedes, but she still had to talk to her best friend.
"Where are you going?!" Quinn got up to follow her.
"To Santana's."
"What? Why! No, don't do that!" Quinn stood in front of her room door right when Mercedes grabbed the door knob, knocking her hand away.
"What the hell?" Mercedes asked
"You shouldn't say anything." Quinn replied.
"Why not? I need to talk to her, ask her if she likes Sam. It would suck, but we'd work something out." Mercedes concluded.
"I'm pretty sure she's not going to want to hear the details." Quinn said quietly looking to the side.
"Well, I have to tell her I kissed him. Its only fair, but I didn't know how she felt. And I should tell him that he asked me out on a date." Quinn stood frozen, with a huge smile on her face.
"He did?!" She asked excitedly, clapping her hands together.
"Quinn, move!" Mercedes ignored her enthusiasm.
"No!" Quinn snapped out of her giddiness, and Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"And why not?" She asked the blonde.
"Because Sam's not the one she likes."
"Then who is? Because she only-"
"Its you she likes. Not Sam." Quinn quickly slapped her hands over her mouth to stop the blurt. It was a little too late.
"What?" She didn't believe it was true! Santana wasn't a lesbian. She would've told her first, right? Unless Quinn was telling the truth because why would she lie about that?
"All those things you were saying as to why you think Santana likes Sam, haven't you realized that she acts more than jealous when it comes to you?" Quinn asked. She felt kind of bad for ratting on Santana, but what was she supposed to do? It was like word vomit.
"Not." Mercedes eventually responded.
"Yes. Santana likes you! Are you blind?!" Mercedes couldn't believed her, but Quinn looked totally exasperated.
"You're sure? You're not making assumptions, right?"
"I assumed it, then she confirmed it. Its probably best if you don't talk to her about you and Sam." Quinn said slowly.
"But I have to talk to her about how she feels eventually." Mercedes said dazedly.
"So you're just going to mention it to her? Ask her straight out? Because I don't think thats so wise." Quinn said.
Mercedes thought back to her previous thought of telling Santana sorry but theres something going on between her and Sam, and just how much that statement would change its meaning. She didn't have an answer. Should she just ignore it?
"I don't know what I would say." She said eventually.
"Maybe you should just give her time?" Quinn suggested.
Mercedes nodded.
She didn't exactly know how to take this new information. But Santana would always be her best friend, always. She did feel a little foolish now that she thought about it, it was kind of obvious Santana liked her. Everything made sense now, especially after one Sam Evans came into the picture. But how did it make her feel? Somewhere in her soul, she knew she was flattered after all the shock wore off. Then she felt something else. It wasn't anything she'd anticipated she'd feel, her heart jumped. As if she was excited or something. Sure she loves Santana, but everything was strictly platonic. Her feelings for Sam didn't falter one bit, in fact she still liked him just as much as she did before Quinn dropped a truth bomb on her. Things were too fresh in her brain, and it seems like it would be quite complicated. She felt like an ass. She gushed about Sam to her best friend a few days ago, and Mercedes thought about how she was just about to tell Santana about her upcoming date with Sam. Should she withhold that information? Santana was still her best friend after all.
The next day, Mercedes came a little late to glee, and thankfully there was an open seat in the front row right next to Artie. Away from Santana. Away from Sam.
Apparently Mike couldn't be Frank-N-Furter, and they needed a replacement, Emma's boyfriend, fiancé, husband, or whatever he was to her said he wanted to audition and knew every part. He did this whole fun number, but was going for Eddie not Frank-n-Furter which was a problem since Eddie was taken out of her Sue's Re-writes. Mercedes was having so much fun with Artie, she didn't notice that Santana was sitting right next to her and when she did notice, Mercedes became tense.
Instead of acknowledging Santana, she focused on the issue that was quickly escalating. Mercedes wanted to go out for the lead, she needed control in her life and be heard so why not now? Besides things between Shue and Carl were getting a little too rivalrous and she needed to end it before she puked.
"Mr. Shue? I would like to play Frank-N-Futer." Mercedes hesitantly watched as Sue's face light up a little too brightly, and Shue's darken a little too much, while Emma looked really pleased with Mercedes' stepping forward.
"I was re-reading the script yesterday, and it said: 'Don't just dream it, be it' and its my dream to play a lead role, so I figure why not me? I mean I'd be all kinds of crazy sexy in that outfit," She ignored the hollers and continued on, "And I could reinterpret the number a little bit and make it more modern." Mr. Shue looked like he was in awe, "I'd really like a chance ."
It was quite for a moment. Wow, she had really shocked everyone hadn't she?
"Well there you go Will, you killed two birds with one stone here today, congratulations! You got yourself a Frank-N-Furter, and an Eddie! This is outstanding." Sue said while clapping her hand on his shoulder. Everyone gave off cheers.
"So all kinds of crazy sexy, huh diva?" Kurt asked after class. He seemed to be doing better now that Karofsky was out of the picture. She missed her best friend, and knew that things are better for him, especially now that he met one Blaine Anderson from the Dalton Academy.
"You know it! I know Ms. Pillsbury is supposed to make our costumes, but could you please… guide her for mines? I'm not one to judge boo, but her choice in wardrobe sometimes…" She trailed and smirked as Kurt's eyes lit.
"Um, yes! Of course! I will definitely be on look out. I have to make my diva look good. But I guess you wouldn't need any help, as I heard what went on between you and a certain blonde football player…" He nudged her shoulder.
"What? Who told you?!" She gasped.
"Quinn." He stated simply.
"Right."
"Nevermind the fact that I totally forgive you for not telling me first." Kurt pouted.
"Sorry boo." Mercedes looped her arm threw his and counted her lucky stars that no one else stopped them on their way out. She only counted to one when she heard a voice.
"Hey Mercedes!" Sam said jogging to catch up to the two besties. "Uh, hey Kurt." He greeted with a wave once he caught up.
"Hey Sam." Kurt nodded, and fished out his phone which alerted him a text came in. Mercedes saw the huge smile on his face and figured it was Blaine.
"Sorry babe, I have to go. Supposed to meet Blaine at the Lima Bean!" Kurt kissed her cheek and ran off after quickly saying goodbye to Sam and promising Mercedes they'll talk soon.
Mercedes didn't want to act weird, but how? She didn't want to tell Sam what she had just found out, she tried to ignore it, she really did, but she couldn't understand why it was always up-front and center.
"You okay?" Sam asked, stepping a bit closer. She heard her heart pick up, and was pretty sure Sam could, too.
"Yeah, are you?"
"Uh yeah, a little confused as to who exactly Rocky is… but other than that…" He shrugged.
"Like I said, you'll nail the part." Mercedes gave off a flirtatious smile and batted her eyelashes like the teenager she is. Santana was now totally in the back of her mind.
"Hmm, tell me why again?" Sam teased, and leaned his right ear closer as to emphasize his point.
"Ha-ha. Nice try." She playfully shoved him and he caught her hand on his chest.
"I really am excited for our date." Sam quietly admitted. If Mercedes was excited before-and she definitely was-the way this boy delivered his line, the way he leaned over a little in anticipation, the way he gently caressed her hand on his chest drove her crazy, and her previous excitement had nothing on the one she felt now.
"S-so am I." She stammered a little after she felt his heart beat pick up significantly. He smirked.
Down the hall Santana leaned on her locker as she watched Sam and her love interact.
Her love.
Psh, as if they were really together, right?
"Santana, you should just tell her." Santana jumped a mile high. She was so intent in the actions before her that she didn't hear Brittany come up behind her.
"Jeez Britt, you scared me." She had her hand over her heart and practically glared at the innocent blonde. She felt a little bad because she knew how bad her glares could get, it quickly went away though when she saw Brittany smile. It was odd how she never got frightened of Santana, no matter what it was. Maybe it was a best friend thing, but Quinn got afraid quickly. Maybe thats why Santana always admired Brittany.
"You really need to be more obv-obvious… wait no.. object.. no thats not right either." Santana rolled her eyes.
"Observant?" She asked.
"I guess. You're the one that needs it, not me." She answered a bit wide-eyed. "But really, you should just tell her."
"I don't know what you're talking about Brittany." Santana tried to play dumb.
"Well, remember last week in the lockers when you and Quinn were talking and I came in?" Santana nodded.
"You mean like every other day?"
"No, but this day everything was gray along with you." Santana froze, now she knew exactly what she was talking about. "I couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. It wasn't until the next day when I saw you looking at Mercedes did I know what."
"Know 'what' exactly?" She slowly questioned.
"That you feel for Mercedes what I do for Artie. Only I think you feel more strong for her than I do Artie. I like him a lot, but I feel like theres more out there for me."
"What, because he's paralyzed?" Santana sneered.
"No. Santana, because I feel like he deserves so much more. His legs have nothing to do with who he is. He is wonderful and smart and rainbows are always surrounding him." Brittany stated seriously.
"Sorry." She said a bit shocked. She didn't know the blonde knew what paralyzed even meant.
"No worries. It took me a while to learn the word, I kept getting it confused with 'patronize' which I didn't know what meant either, but I was still sure it was a word, anyway Artie was patient. He's taught me a lot of things." Brittany smiled fondly. Santana didn't get it, Brittany seemed smitten enough to feel as much for Artie as she did for Cedes, but she wasn't going to question it. Instead she grabbed her backpack and started walking away, hoping the blonde wouldn't follow. No such luck.
"After you tell her, you'll feel so much better." Brittany continued.
"Oh yeah? And how do you know?" She turned abruptly to face her and almost fell back from the taller girl's impact.
"Because she loves you, too." Brittany said. The latina rolled her eyes.
"Not everything is rainbow and butterflies, you know?"
"I know. And I'm serious, she doesn't realize it yet, but one day she will."
"I highly doubt that's true and even if it were, what about her boyfriend?"
"Who, Sam? Thats not her boyfriend, and that doesn't mean she won't see whats right in front of her face." The thought made Santana's heart shudder, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up. And especially not from an oblivious blonde… no matter how much she loves Brittany she wasn't going to let her words get to her heart.
But Brittany does have a thing for observing people. No matter what anyone says she really is smart and she really does notice the little things in people. Maybe she's right, maybe she's not. Either way, Santana wasn't ready to know. Her heart wouldn't be able to handle it. Even if she did feel the same! What about Sam? He visibly liked Mercedes, surely not as strongly as Santana did, but he still liked her, and she didn't want to cross that line between two people. But if she knew Mercedes felt the same, would she cross that line?
NO. Mercedes didn't feel that way for her, no matter what Brittany said, she's still a bit far-fetched in a lot of the things she does, this was just another thing.
But that still didn't completely stop that train of thought. She still let her hopes roam free a little
