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CHAPTER 4
Trying to walk through that pain
She had been really confused after the phone call, but she was pissed at Sam as well. How could he call like this, after years? She didn't get it. Mercedes couldn't understand why he was so upset, if someone had the right to be upset it was her. She had been left behind, not Sam. He had never called her, texted her or tried to contact Mercedes in some other way. She never understood why she deserved it. She thought they were more then just a summer fling. But she went wrong on this and after these years she was still in love with him, but she had accepted that she didn't see him again. She was fine with it, until his phone call. He was not just rude, he was mean and an asshole. Mercedes sighed while she poked her ice cream with the spoon.
"What happened?" Kurt asked while he watched his bestie torture the innocent ice cream. He was wonderful when he had joined her after the talk with Sam. He had asked, but she had been to hurt to talk about it, so he let her go. Kurt never brought the talk up until now. It was two days, six hours and two minutes since she almost had a meltdown because of Sam. Mercedes didn't look at Kurt, when she began to tell about the whole call. Kurt said no word and just listened.
"Sounds like he spit fire threw the phone. I bet his pride was hurt because of your words." Kurt said with a laughed smile.
"It's not funny Kurt." Mercedes said annoyed.
"It is kind of." Kurt answered again with a smile, but he got her more ice cream at the same time. She always ate it, when she felt bad. It wasn't good for her body but she didn't care in moments like this one. Later in the day she would definitely feel bad about it, she knew it.
"No it's not Kurt." She said more annoyed then before and Kurt looked her in the eyes and tried not to laugh. It was just a phone call from someone she didn't see for years. He didn't really understand why she was so upset.
"Tell me why." He challenged her. He looked her directly in her eyes.
"You know what? I shouldn't have told you in the first place. Forget it." Mercedes poked her ice cream again and laid her eyes on it. She never told him about Sam and her. She never realized it but in this moment she thought about it. It hadn't been necessary; there had been nothing between them in senior year. It was just a summer fling. She sighed again. She was such an idiot to be upset because of it, but he had been damn rude and she wasn't ready to accept that.
"No, no…" Kurt snapped. "There's no way you are not telling me that you and Sam did not have something." Mercedes looked shocked at him and her eyes widened.
"Where do you know that from?" She asked carefully.
"Not from you, that's for sure." He said with a sad smile on his face. Mercedes felt bad that she never told him this little detail about her summer.
"Sorry." She said apologetically. She meant it like she said it. She was sorry because she never wanted to keep it a secret. It was just so pointless to talk about Sam and their summer after he moved and left her behind. "I mean he had no right to call me and yell at me."
"No he had not." Kurt said seriously. "But maybe he had a point."
"He fucking said he was my boyfriend. No one knew about us, we never talked about it. It's been ten years for god sake." Mercedes said annoyed.
"Maybe he felt that way." Kurt tried to help.
"No, he never felt that way." Mercedes said convinced about it.
"How would you know that?" Kurt asked.
"He never, I mean never called me or tried to get contact with me." Mercedes snapped.
"Maybe-" Kurt started to say but got interrupted by Mercedes.
"No maybe, Kurt. He never tried! Never!" Mercedes yelled.
"Maybe he was. Maybe he wrote a letter and sent it in a bottle. Maybe he wrote text messages and they never came to you?" Kurt suggested why Sam never talked after his move to her.
"Are you defending him?" Mercedes asked in disbelieving.
"No! I just mean… he called you, now." Kurt answered cautious. He already liked Sam from the start and to believe he was some asshole who let his best friend suffer, wasn't really conform to his opinion about Sam Evans.
"What?!" Mercedes snapped and got angry.
"Just saying." Kurt defended himself.
"No way I'm the bad one in this thing. He called me to piss me off. After all these years he just called me to tell me I have to say his name on international TV. Who does ever tell the truth on TV? How could he think that I forgot him? And why does he still have my number?" Mercedes got really pissed at this moment, when Kurt tried to defend him. She wasn't the one who called and yelled at someone she liked. No, she was not that person. She just tried to defend herself while she talked with Sam. She also realized she had to change her number as soon as possible, before she got another hate call from her ex-boyfriend.
"But he called after all these years, is it meaningless to you?" Kurt asked carefully, because he saw her face turned into a slight red. "And Sweetie you never changed your number." Kurt said quietly.
"Yes it is! I'm not that little girl anymore Kurt. I'm not waiting for some asshole to call me, and certainly not after years." She said with anger in her voice and threw the spoon away from her. She got up from her chair and shook her head. It was pointless to discuss with Kurt, he was on Sam's side. She knew he liked him a lot but she was his best friend not Sam. He had to be on her side.
"I know-" Kurt tried but Mercedes cut in harsh.
"You are on his side, fine. I am going to look for a new best friend." She said roughly and turned her back on him. When she was almost out of the kitchen she turned around and pointed her finger on Kurt.
"When did you made a custom ringtone for Sam?" She stared at him.
"Um… " Kurt thought about her words and then he laughed. "Oh my gosh, I almost forgot. It's from the Rocky Horror Picture Show right?" Mercedes nodded with fire red cheeks.
"You remember a few weeks after the summer holidays? You had a diva-off with Rachel?" Kurt looked at her with a small smile on his face. She nodded.
"Well you forgot your phone at the auditorium I got it and when it rang I saw a photo with you two on it. I never saw it before so I got curious." He bit his bottom lip ready to get trouble with Mercedes, but she said none word.
"Maybe I had sneaked around at it. Read some SMS between you two and was slightly pissed at you, because you kept it a secret." Kurt looked apolitically at her.
"Maybe I made this ringtone, when you were rehearsing at my home for the number against Rachel." He told.
"But why?" Mercedes asked with a low voice and stared at her best friend.
"Because I wanted you to admit that there was something between you and Sam and I mean the song is like a confession. I mean he was Rocky you were Frank N. Furter." Mercedes eyes widened.
"Maybe I found it was funny too?" Mercedes took a step to Kurt.
"The point is, I thought when he was calling you would get embarrassed because of the ringtone and would tell me about him."
"But he never called." Mercedes ended the story of Kurts and looked sad at him. She wasn't pissed anymore and felt like her heart hurt. It wasn't easy for her. She thought she would never see him again and now it was like he pushed himself in her life, again. Her life was good. Maybe she hasn't a life full of love, now. At the moment she lived through the love life of her friends good enough. That was enough. Stupid to think that this phone call had changed something.
"Yes. I'm sorry Mercedes." Kurt apologized. "I never meant to hurt you with it."
"I know." She said and sat back down on her chair to eat the ice cream.
"But maybe-" Kurt couldn't finished his sentence.
"There is no maybe." Mercedes said sad while she took a huge spoon filled with ice cream.
"Saaaaaaam! You are late, what are you doing?" Stacie yelled. Sam stood in the bedroom and stared at his passport. This was his chance, but he couldn't let his sister alone and what was with Stevie? It was the fifth time he packed his stuff and unpacked it a few hours later. He sighed. Why was this so hard to decide? He hadn't hesitated a few months earlier, but now. This was a whole new situation and someone had to take care of his younger sister. Sam sighed again, as his sister joined him in the bedroom.
"Sam you will miss your flight to New York." She said irritated. Sam stuffed the Passport into his suitcase and looked at her.
"I can't do this." He said seriously.
"Why?" Stacie asked. Sam looked sad at her. He felt guilty to leave her alone.
"No, no…" Stacie said and hugged her brother. "I'm fine Sammy." She whispered near his ear.
"Are you sure?" He asked nervously. He wasn't sure about this whole idea, to fly to New York and try to run a business.
"Yes, I'm seventeen Sammy, I'm fine and just in case there is Stevie." She said with a smile.
"That's why I'm concerned." Sam answered frowning.
"You have to go, now!" Stacie laughed and took his suitcase to get it out of their little flat. Sam looked after her and smiled. She was stronger than he had ever been. Sam loved her and he never could imagine a life without her. That was the reason why he felt so sick about leaving her alone at home while he would meet Artie in New York. On the other side she was a young adult he had to accept that she could take care of herself. It was hard to realize, that he was the one who needed someone to take care of him and not his little sister. Of course in case she would take care of Stevie, too. There was no way Sam would think Stevie could take care of Stacie. He was to wild for this. Stevie worked and earned his own money, but he loved also to party on the weekends too. So there was no way Sam could think he wouldn't take Stacie with him in the Clubs in Kentucky. Stacie waved at him and Sam left the flat.
"Take care of yourself." Sam whispered, while he hugged her.
"Take care of yourself, Sam." She answered with a big smile, while she took the suitcase in the care trunk at the taxi. Sam nodded. "And Sam?" Stacie looked at him. He stopped short before he put in the taxi and looked at his little sister.
"She will understand." Stacie smiled cheery. He nodded.
"Thank you Stacie." Sam put himself in the taxi and waved at his sister, when the driver started the car.
After half an hour he arrived at the airport and paid for the drive. He was really late because of his doubts to leave Park Hill. He wasn't sure at all. But he knew, he wouldn't forgive himself, if it was the right thing to do and he never tried to figure it out. So he was there on the airport ready to get on his flight to New York. Ready to find out, if Artie was right. Maybe this was his chance to get his life right. Maybe it was time to get out of his safe bubble.
He didn't know why he started to believe in himself right now. Maybe it was the talk with Mercedes. Sam was disappointed at her and her voice made him angrier. He had never felt this hurt before. All these years he never knew how deeply he missed her. It made him sad, that he couldn't tell her because of his idiotic behaviour. Sam sighed again. He had wanted to call her again a day later, but he had been too scared to call her. There was no way to say sorry for his words and her words had hurt him too. It was so damn complicated.
He checked in and got on the flight a few minutes later. He sat on the window and stared out of it, while he waited that the airplane started to bring him to New York. He couldn't really afford it, but there was an account book for his sister's college. She insisted to take the money to make his dream come true. He couldn't argue with her, 'cause she just bought the ticket 2 days ago and said that he had no choice. Sam had been really pissed at her, but he knew she just wanted the best for him. He felt himself useless as a big brother. But after New York he would come back as the new Sam, as a better brother for his little sister. He had a little piece of hope, because of Artie.
Sam never thought Artie Abrams could change his life, turns out that he indeed could. After the fight with Mercedes on the phone, Stacie said Artie called. He needed half a day to repair his broken cellphone to get the number out to call Artie back.
"Abrams, how can I help you?" A smooth voice said politely.
"Artie? It's Sam." Sam answered insecure.
"Oh Sam, good that you call me back. I talked with your sister a few days earlier. She said you were drunk and not capable of a short talk, but she would tell you. Are you okay?" Artie sounded concerned.
"Umm…, yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just…" Sam didn't knew what to say, so he hoped Artie wouldn't ask further.
"It doesn't matter. The main point is that you are fine." Artie answered not less concerned than before, but it wasn't his business and that's why he never asked further. Sam was a good guy, he knew that for sure. The loss of his parents was enough reason to get drunk for Artie, he would do too if it were his parents. So he thought if Sam was ready to talk, he would be there as a friend and he would listen.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said.
"Good, good. I have something to talk about. It's because of your ideas." Artie said business.
"Umm… I'm not sure what are you talking about?" Sam asked confused.
"The Comic, remember?" Artie said and laughed. "You told me about it a few days after the funeral of your parents. Maybe you were drunk a little bit, but you said you had an idea and you wanted to realize it. You said that you are just not good at drawing."
"Embarrassing, but yes I remember." Sam scratched his neck, while he held the phone on his ear and spoke to Artie.
"I really liked your idea and I thought about it. I had some ideas too. Maybe we can talk about it?" Artie explained.
"And then?" Sam asked confused, again.
"We publish it, what do you think?" Artie laughed.
"I really don't know what you are talking about." Sam wasn't just confused, he thought Artie got crazy.
"Okay, sorry maybe I am too fast." Artie said apologetically. "Sam, your ideas were brilliant, genius if I am honest. I thought about it and I had some ideas for it. I think there is a chance to publish it." Artie explained further.
"But we are suck at drawing." Sam said still confused.
"Yeah that's our problem. But I solved it." Artie said proud of himself.
"How?" Sam asked.
"You have to come to New York, I can't tell you on the phone. Maybe you can get on an airplane and talk face to face with me?" Artie said seriously.
"I can't afford a flight to New York, Artie." Sam said honestly and it hurt to say it.
"I wish I could pay it for you, but I can't afford it too. Maybe there is an opportunity to get money for the flight in any other way?" Artie said sympathetic.
"Yeah I'll let you know." Sam answered and said goodbye to Artie.
Now he had found some opportunity and wasn't sure what exactly he was doing on an airplane to New York. Maybe it was a bad choice, but Sam hoped Artie was right. Maybe there was a chance to publish his comic idea. He just didn't know how Artie solved the problem concerning the drawing. He sucked at it and he knew Artie couldn't draw either. Maybe he just needed to trust his old Highschool friend.
"Nothing?" Mercedes asked disappointed. "Nothing at all?" Mercedes sighed. "Kurt where is your power? I thought you are Harry Potter or something like that."
"Sorry. I am not capable of finding Puck. It's like he left Lima and never showed up in any other country on the planet again." Kurt sighed too. He never thought it would be that difficult to find someone like Puck. He was not dumbass, but he wasn't overly smart too.
"It's not your fault babe." Blaine said and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. Mercedes nodded in agreement.
"I really thought I could find him, it's frustrating." Kurt said disappointed in himself. He thought he could find him and now all he had was nothing after six months. He really had no clue where Puck was.
"That means we need Finn?" Mercedes asked.
"Plan B." Blaine said and nodded.
"Plan B." Kurt agreed and nodded too.
"Where is he?" Mercedes asked and looked at her best friend. She knew he was a really smart guy. He had a really good plan, but without Puck or Finn it would be impossible to get Quinn to New York or to get Rachel to Los Angeles. They needed them in one place, for Kurt it wasn't necessary where exactly.
Kurt smiled because of Mercedes question. "Good news." Mercedes smiled too at his words.
"He called his mother and of course my father a few days ago." Kurt's eyes lightened up. "Finn said he was back and stationed at New York. He said he would visit our parents in a few days and he wanted to see me too, when he is back from his home visit." Kurt had a big grin on his face.
"That's amazing Kurt." Mercedes said. She was glad he was home. She didn't know exactly where he had been, but she guessed he had not been in the USA. So she was glad he was safe at home and she was glad because of their plan B too.
"Yes it is. I think Mom is glad he is back. She really hates that he stays with the army. She wanted him back in Lima in the dad's garage. He wants it too." Kurt stopped short. "And if I'm honest I want him to as well. I really get scared everytime he leaves to take his duty."
"When did you start to call Carroll your mom?" Mercedes asked honestly surprised.
"Umm…, I guess a few years ago." Kurt answered, surprised by the question.
"She is a good mom." Blaine said and smiled at Mercedes.
"I think so too." She said with a big grin. There was nothing wrong about it, she was just surprised to hear this one word out of Kurts mouth. She never knew he really saw Carroll Hummel his stepmother as his real mother. Because it had been so difficult between Finn and Kurt at the start and the marriage between Burt Hummel and Carroll Hudson had been surprising. But after all they were a family and Mercedes really liked this thought.
"Yes she is sweetie." Kurt smiled happy. "After we found out that I really love Carroll as my mom and Finn is back in town soon, can we start to take care of Beth?" Kurt said seriously and looked at his boyfriend and Mercedes. Both nodded in agreement.