Little author notes about so much.
Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? No, not mine.
Song/music choice: Nothings gonna hurt you, not while I'm around… Sung by that kid in Sweeney Todd, also sung by Blaine in Ep 15 Bash.
And: I'd be interested if you like these words. Please review? It's really important for personal growth and blah di blah. Actually, I'm already interested, 'cause I've had all the necessary consumption of chocolate and legal chemicals that make me bettererer.
Dedication: For those hunnies who like Polo Jumpers, bow ties and more. For left handed molly dookers, friends of those attracted to someone who isn't attracted to them and those on the wrong side of society.
Rated: 16 M, most of these collections are that, and if you venture forward, it's your responsibility how you accept what is to come.
Warning: This piece is probably going to be very unexpected. Considering ep 15 was about SamCedes and a few physical assaults. Seriously think yourself warned, it won't be a very funny angle. Before beginning, it already has a dark perspective.
~ S5 ep 15, Seriously part one ~
~ Friends with Benefits ~
"Mercedes, you can't expect me to be living here, paying rent, sleeping on your couch, sharing so much with you, and then freaking out because of my natural desires!"
Once more she and Sam were having a morning argument, after she'd caught him sitting at the breakfast table, with a definitive woodie hiding under pyjama pants.
"Sam, I'd be happier if you'd at least wear a dressing gown or tried another way to hide your problem."
"My problem! It's no problem to me, I don't even notice it anymore. Sometimes I'm aware and sometimes I'm not aware of it."
"But can't you feel it?"
"That's enough!" He might be a little slow, but he's not dumb. "It's not like you aren't insulting me, like all the time, by being so crass." Standing up, pushing his chair back, so loudly she had to cover her ears.
"Oh my God Sam!" The noise of the chair having stopped, she'd taken her hands away and opened her eyes, copping an eyeful of said problem a smidge above table height.
"Mercedes, you're gonna have to grow up." He grabs his breakfast bowl, thankful that it's plastic and throws it hard into the kitchen sink. Grabs the box of cereal, also thankful it's closed and throws that at the bench. Getting some physical aggression out of his system, felt good.
"I want my own room 'Cedes. I'm gonna get ready for work now, … and while I'm gone today, you can clear out a room for me."
"But…."
"No buts, either that or I'll have to move out."
~ exit upstairs ~
While Sam is at work, Mercedes spends the day contemplating what to do. She needs the rent money, she can't afford the apartment on her own. She wants her own room, she needs one spare room for all her clothing and the other spare room as a private study.
"He's not here, he won't notice." She sits in the lounge room, where he sat, with his doona wrapped around herself. She snuggles into it and smells his body odour, cologne and feels him having been there. She should be grossed out, but instead something else comes to mind.
She lies down on his pillow, suddenly aware of how tired she is and a few tears fall. She's tired for sleep, tired of hiding her feelings for him, tired of pretending to be who she isn't.
While she sleeps, he works. He thinks hard about what he wants and doesn't want. He doesn't want to move out, but if she won't reconsider then he'll have no choice.
"Blaine, do you think I'm being unreasonable?"
"Hmmm, not at all, no. I think now, is the time you need to get serious."
Ever so helpful Santana adds her opinion, "Well, I for one, think you could consider Friends with Benefits."
Sam and Blaine, together, drop their mouths and look at her. Then look at one another, wink and nod. "What an idea!" "Yeah, interesting."
~ dinner and dishes are done ~
Getting up off the couch first, "Well, goodnight Sam. I hope you sleep better tonight."
"Thanks 'Cedes, I'm certain I will." He watches her walk toward the hall way. "And Merc?"
She stops and turns back to him. "Yes Sam?"
"Thanks for turning your study into my own bedroom. I really appreciate it."
"Yeah, well, I don't want to lose you just yet. Besides, what you said was fair." Sighs and loving adoration of him. "Goodnight again."
"Goodnight."
"And Sam?"
"Yeah?" His turn to look back toward her.
"Ummm, if you need me, as a friend, my door's, ummm, always open for you."
"Okay." They both blush a little, uncomfortable that either of them could ever be thinking the same thing.
She's obviously just meaning if I need to call her. "Mine too 'Cedes."
Could he be thinking the same as me? "Right, well I'll do that if I need you then."
~ and the clock chimes 1 a.m. ~
He hears the door creak open, new sounds to get used to, forgetting for the moment where he was.
She walks carefully toward his bed, stands and looks down at him. In the soft lighting she can see him resting, she wonders if to continue.
He sighs, takes her hand and pulls the covers back …
~ XoOx ~