Chapter 7

It officially became official, like right before glee rehearsal (I can only assume it had been going on long before then), so now, it was my turn to pull Sam into our janitor's closet. I saw him walking down the hall alone, which had been a rare occurrence those last few months. When we were both half way to the closet door on each side; he looked up and our eyes met. We hadn't had a moment like that since we first got together; unfortunately, it didn't last long because things weren't how they used to be. I signaled to him to go into the closet, he went in smiling, and I followed.

"We haven't done this in a while; I missed it." Sam wrapped his arms around my waist tugging at the sides of my shirt pulling me closer to him. I hadn't missed it; but I gave him a quick kiss and hug anyway.

"Not sorry to disappoint, but that's the furthest thing from my mind right now, especially with you." He contorted his face into the most perplexed face I've seen on anyone. How could he not know why I wasn't happy with him? Either he was playing one heck of a game with me, or, he was actually mentally incapable of puttting two and two together. "Sam I don't have time for your games, you know what I'm talking about."

"What are you talking about? Have I done something wrong?"

"Boy, you really are a piece of work." I rolled my eyes at him and backed out of his grasp. This was just too much to be consuming. I wonder why I even got attached to him in the first place. "Does Santana ring any bells?"

"What does she have to do with anything?"

"Really Sam? Apparently you haven't heard that you two are dating, which makes no sense at all to me. How is it I know you're with Smutana but you don't? Do you think I'm stupid? Because the last time I checked that doesn't describe me."

"No Mercedes I don't think you're stupid."

"So what is it Sam?" The irritation coursing through me was quite evident by the hand gestures and neck rolling that were being tossed at Sam, yet, this fool was still having a hard time following where I was going. He stood there biting his monstrous bottom lip rubbing the back of his neck trying to figure it all out.

"Oh that…that's nothing. It's just to get Quinn back for cheating on me with Finn. Santana just wants to help me." Looking in his eyes I couldn't see a shred of deceit. He completely believed that SATANa simply wanted to be there for him.

"So, she's just dating you to help you get over someone that you have no feelings for?"

"Well…yeah. I dated Quinn, and she cheated on me." His out of character condescending tone threw me for a loop, but I'm completely sure he had no idea that he was doing such. This had to stop, if it didn't I was going to punch him in his face. Not that he didn't deserve it. I had to try one more time to get to him. Try to get him to understand exactly what he was saying.

"Sam you don't need Santana to help you get over someone that you didn't have feelings for, at least you weren't supposed to have feelings for." There I spelled it out. That should do it.

"Santana is just trying to help. It's nothing. There's nothing going on between us seriously. We just talk and stuff."

"And stuff?" I didn't even try to refrain from scowling.

"You know, go out and stuff like that."

"Okay so you guys are dating." This was not a question.

"I guess. That's what everyone assumes, and that's kind of what she thinks so…"

"So you just went along with it." Things were starting to become clear to me; Sam was in a relationship with Skeevetana (I know, losing originality) by default. I understood. It was all her fault.

"Yeah, I didn't mean for it to happen. It just sort of did." He said looking at me apologetically.

"You never answered my question about you and Quinn. Did you have feelings for her?" I was fine; I didn't doubt that he meant what he said. There were just a few things I needed to get straight.

"No! God no! Mercedes the only person I have feelings for is you." Sam lowered his head. "I never felt anything for Quinn and I definitely don't feel anything for Santana. Just you." When he finished he lifted his head slightly looking through his bangs at me. I gave him a small smile, and he took that opportunity to wrap me in gentile hug. I hugged him back giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.

All was forgiven. I could never resist him (a problem I became aware of much too late). That was until everything hit the fan for me and Sam this time.

AN: Okay that's this chapter. I have been getting some I don't want to say complaints, but some concerning questions. So I'll address them now. I know this fic is rubbing some the wrong way; it's uncomfortable to read. Mercedes is being stupid and weak, but that's the point- the title is Tell Me My Worth think about what that means-she's struggling with what's happening and why it's happening.

I also want to say this; this is my story with bits and pieces taken from glee. My Sam is not the good guy here; he's being ignorant and in the process hurting someone.

So with that said Mercedes' POV is going to be harsh and mean to him because she's telling the story and some parts are in the present and others are in the past so her perspective reflects that.

I hope that helped. If not pm me or ask your question in your review I don't mind further explaining what's going on.

nakala