Title: Cuddle Bug
Drabble: Sam and Mercedes ignore their obvious sexual tension and try to watch some tv, which leads to awesome cuddles. I got this idea from talktosamevans' ask on tumblr.
"Sam hurry up, the show is starting!" Mercedes called to him, pressing pause on her DVR so that they both wouldn't miss anything. Mercedes and Sam had been watching lots of TV together lately, right after Mercedes would come home from recording or Sam would come home from auditioning, they would meet on the couch and watch the best of the worst things they could find on TV. Their recent addiction was Basketball Wives LA which was terrible in it's own right, but neither of them couldn't stop watching.
Sam hurried up and took his coat off, hanging it up on the rack. He had just gotten in, fighting the brisk NYC weather, taking his gloves and scarf off as well. Sam sat down, right next to Mercedes, even though there was a lot of space on the couch. Mercedes didn't seem to mind, she just was curious because, Sam had done this three times before. Particularly when he was feeling extra happy about something. Mercedes decided to shrug it off, knowing that he probably nailed an audition which she would have to probe him about later.
"Okay serious question time…" Sam said after a small while, looking down at Mercedes. She looked up at him with her eyes, which were asking him what the hell he was about to say. "How much do you have to hate your child, to name her British?" Mercedes immediately started laughing, shaking her raven hair, Sam smiled and laughed a long with her. "Sam stop it! Watch the program." Mercedes demanded as the laughs faded away. Sam agreed, keeping his eyes on the television for only about… 5 minutes before he was looking at Mercedes again. She tried not to notice but Sam was way too obvious when he wanted things. Right now Mercedes was the object of his eye, and she was trying her best to fight off their obvious sexual attraction, but sometimes it was almost… futile.
Sam so easily lifted his arm, moving it so he could lay it against the couch, well more like Mercedes' shoulders, but he was being sly about it at first. After a while he didn't even care, he wrapped himself around her and Mercedes was trapped in the scent of Irish Spring, Axe and Sam. She had a choice to make: 1) she could tell him to move. 2) she could physically move him.( barely) or 3) she could give in.
Mercedes did the only one that felt right to her. She gave in. She melted into that man like putting a white chocolate Kit Kat in your mouth and it was the best feeling ever. Sam had a smile on, a smug one that totally said that he was happy about what was going on. But two could definitely play it that game. Mercedes moved to the shoulder of the couch, putting her feet up, leaving Sam there, looking a little stunned by her bold move. "Something wrong Sam?" Mercedes asks, with a small smile. "Nope It's fine." Sam admits, putting her feet in his lap. "Want a massage my lady?" the blonde haired boy asked her, his british butler accent now coming into play. "No, Sam. No massages or arms around me, closeness or anything like that. We're not a couple and it's too…" Mercedes began to say, "Domestic?" Sam finished her sentence, while Mercedes took her feet out of his lap.
"Yes." Mercedes agreed, "We agreed to play by my rules, remember? No kisses or overly affectionate things. I don't want to go down that road again." She said the last part quietly. Knowing that Sam was still in her heart was one thing. But what about what her brain was telling her? She couldn't, not again. Sam nodded, but he wouldn't give up. He held out his hand for Mercedes to take (which she did) and then moved her so that she was laying against him. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and Mercedes rested her head against his chest. "Is cuddling something that just friends do?" Sam whispered against her ear, while lacing their fingers together. Mercedes looked down at their hands, one black, one white and she couldn't help but smile. "Yeah I think friends cuddle all the time." Mercedes said softly, nuzzling into Sam even more.
"Do just friends kiss?" Sam asked, looking down at her lips. "I don't think they do, no." Mercedes admitted looking up at his pink ones. "Why don't we try and see?" Sam says before capturing their lips in a gentle kiss.
"HEY GUYS!" Blaine says coming into the living room, completely ignoring Sam and Mercedes kissing, and sitting down next to them, "So.. what did I miss?"