Authors note: This is my first true fan fic story! As of right now this Sam and Mercedes story is meant to be told in 4 different parts (stories). It is under mature because I like the option to write my story as freely as I want. So do expect some smut from time to time.
Reviews are always welcome and any I get I am truly grateful for. So thank you in advance!
I do not own Glee or any of the songs that I mention
He Who Holds her Summer
Chapter 1
Mercedes couldn't help the grin that seemed to be permanently stamped on her face this morning. Who would have thought she would get her first true kiss at 17? She'd been kissed before, but NEVER like that!
She sat in church between her parents in a daze. Her mom said she could've stayed home this morning, but she felt the need to praise God. She wasn't truly paying attention to the sermon but she got random bits. Blessed, beloved and the good that comes when you are obedient. Mercedes ducked her head and found herself daydreaming back to last night.
Mercedes and Sam had spent the whole night dancing. Mercedes was having the time of her life with a really good friend the way prom is supposed to be. Granted this friend was Sam, her secret crush, but whatever. He never needed to know he'd made her night just by calling her beautiful and asking her to dance.
From the moment that Sam took Mercedes into his arms she felt her heart jump and her skin prickle. She plastered a smile on her face to try to hide her true feelings, attraction. He smelled REALLY good, spicy with a hint of something sweet but 100% masculine. His hand stroked her back and she could feel his hair tickle her face as he moved with her. It was like a dream.
Granted that was nothing compared to after prom was over. Originally all of us in Glee club were gonna hang out, but with Finn & Jesse's fight and Quinn slapping Rachel it put a damper on the night. Plus after being crowned Prom Queen, I didn't see Kurt wanting to hang out either. So I made an excuse about being made to go to church by my parents and Sam ended up claiming the same.
The drive to the motel was strange. I'd call it surreal. It was quiet, but not uncomfortable. At a red light I swear I could see Sam wiping his palms against his slacks and then moving his hands around, like he was having a conversation with himself.
I pulled into the motel parking lot by the room the Evans family was staying in and turned to Sam. I was going to thank him for a lovely night, but he was staring blankly at the motel door. "Would you mind going for a walk?"
"Sure Sam, let me just change my shoes." I got out of the car with Sam following behind me and grabbed my black flip flops out of the trunk. I moaned out loud, never before having been so happy to slide on my Dollar Store find used mainly for after pedicures.
I couldn't help but smile at Sam and he returned his own semi crooked smile. Lord SAVE ME! "I had a lot of fun tonight Mercedes, thank you. You made the night for me!"
"I wanted to say the same to you too. I really appreciate you dancing with me. Not that I needed to dance, but it's always nice when you get a chance to."
"I must say you are one of the coolest girls I've ever met. You did the robot with me and all sorts of other funky dance moves. You are A LOT of fun!"
Mercedes giggled, "Well you are lucky I didn't pull out my Kid & Play steps. You would have been in trouble then."
"Kid & Play? Who? What?"
"From House Party, in the early 90's!" Sam was giving her a look. "Egh, you were sheltered in Tennessee. Granted I don't even know if Mr. Schue remembers Kid & Play. Fun movie, with one fantastic dance scene. My cousin use to make us do the dance as kids. Good times!" Mercedes paused. "What?"
"You know we've never really talked before. At least not this long. I've never talked to a girl who wasn't going on and on about herself, her problems or her clothes." Sam reached out and grabbed Mercedes hand, "Thank you for being you. You don't put on airs. You make me forget my circumstances when I'm around you. You smile effortlessly. You are the best friend to everyone in Glee club even on your worst days. Even when you Diva out because you know you aren't getting the attention you deserve you are still humble. It may take a couple of breaths and some self-talk, but you blow me away! I wouldn't have gone to Prom with Rachel. She's not my type in anyway." Still holding Mercedes hand Sam sat down on a bench they were in front of.
"Come on Sam, Rachel is a pretty girl." Mercedes sat down feeling the need to defend Rachel.
Sam laughed, "I didn't say she was ugly, I said she isn't my type. I actually haven't been true to myself since coming to McKinley. Quinn & Santana aren't even my type. They were, well are popular girls and I wanted to be popular. I wanted to be the Varsity football quarterback with the head cheerleader on my arm. I was OB at my old boarding school two years in a row, but I didn't really date. Being at an all guys boarding school does put a damper on a man's social life. And I spent most of my time either playing sports, going to therapy for my dyslexia or being wrapped up in my comic book/superhero's club." He squeezed Mercedes hand then. He looked at her hand within his and interlocked their fingers. Her eyes grew big, but she didn't say anything. "I am a self-proclaimed nerd. I'd only kissed one girl before Quinn. The kids of girls that are truly my type are beautiful inside and out. Girls who even though they wear makeup and do their hair aren't obsessed with it. They have a nerd side to them too. They are confident in who they are and have a strong family foundation. I never have to worry if they'll support me in whatever I decide to do, because she's my best friend. And she's a friend to everyone. She's loyal and humble. And completely cool, she wouldn't mind making herself look silly if it made a friend laugh or feel good about himself." Mercedes took her eyes off their joined hands and looked him in the eyes. "She is accepting, always. She is strong and amazing. And when she sings her voice sets into my soul."
Mercedes gasped his name.
"And she wouldn't mind if I reached out and finally kissed her." Sam slowly stroked the side of Mercedes face and lightly touched his lips to hers. He pulled back and looked at her, silently asking for permission to kiss her again. Mercedes met him half way scooting her body closer to him as they pressed their lips together.
Mercedes found her hands in Sam's hair and felt his arms around her waist. She moaned as she felt Sam's tongue slip into her mouth caressing and tangling with hers. Mercedes felt out of breath and Sam slowly pulled back. "Wow!"
"I know." Sam looked at me and we got these matching ridiculous grins on our faces. "That was electric. Its' never been like that before. I should be afraid to tell you this, but who cares we've always been friends." Sam took both of Mercedes hands in his. "A kiss, a moment has never felt so right. You feel right. Hell, I have nothing to offer you, but myself. If you're willing, I'd like us to start dating. Be boyfriend and girlfriend."
Sam seemed to be holding his breath and Mercedes felt shocked. She squeezed Sam's hands. "You want to date me? Not that I'm not wonderful, but seriously?"
Sam laughed whole heartedly, "If you'll have me I'd love to call you mine."
Mercedes sucked in a breath, "Okay. I'm yours!" Sam moved forward to kiss her again. "But, let's wait til school lets out. I don't want our relationship to become high school gossip especially with just a few weeks left. At least once schools out we won't be a new couple anymore and we'll be more confident in our relationship." Mercedes noticed a weird look on Sam's face. She stroked her hands through his hair, "Sam, when the time is right there won't be a soul who doesn't know I'm yours."
Mercedes was so use to the flow of Sundays she didn't get caught daydreaming service away. She sat in the backseat of her father's Lincoln Navigator and felt herself drifting back to, but her mother broke her soon to be Sam coma with her "mom" questions.
Being asked questions about dinner when all she'd eaten was toast hours ago was annoying her, but Mercedes was too respectful of her mom to sass off. Plus, her mom may be 5'3 and barely 125lbs but she scared Mercedes. Pamela Jones could love you and cut you down in the next second. Must be how she'd gotten a tough guy like Oliver Jones to fall in love with her. Mercedes dad was 6'1 and 210lbs. He was slated for the NBA back in the 80's when he tore the cartilage in his right knee, thank God for his degree in dentistry and Grandpa Jones already booming dental practice. Mercedes contemplated her parents' relationship as she heard her phone buzz.
She touched the screen and saw a text from Sam
'Hey there lovely'
'Hey yourself….sexy'
'Ah, you've been checking me out! What do you find sexy about me?'
'Sam, it's Sunday and I'm trying to be a good girl.'
'Aww, fine. But we'll revisit this at a later date.'
'Fine. So how's your day going?'
'Not bad. Church breezed by and now we're out to eat. U?'
'Church was good, even though I didn't pay much attention.'
'Day dreamin? In church, why Mz. Jones, what about?'
'This guy.'
'Is he special?'
Pause….
'Yeah'
'hmmm, how special?'
'Lol, I guess we'll see'
'Ah, so are you free tonight?'
'What did you have in mind?'
'A surprise'
'What time? Where?'
'After dinner, I'll pick you up'
'okay'
'So, what are you wearing?'
'SAM!'
'Ha ha'
Sam smiled closing his phone. He was so glad that his pizza delivery job allowed him to keep the damned thing on.
"Hey Sam, what's with the goofy grin you've got?" Sam looked at his dad across the table at the Mom & Pop restaurant.
"Nothin dad, just happy." Sam slide his phone into his pocket and could hear the wheels turning in his parents heads.
"It's a girl, isn't it?" Sam's mother always knew! No matter what.
Sam smiled knowing if he didn't answer they'd never let it go. "Yes ma'am."
Mary Evans was just WAY too insightful, "I know it's not Quinn or that Santana girl. Is it another Glee girl?"
Sam stuffed some food in his mouth and nodded his head.
His mom tapped her chin, leaning back and Sam could see her slide her hand onto his father's leg. "Okay that takes 2 girls out of this equation. I believe you've told me Tina and Lauren are taken. That leaves Brittany. Hmm, no, not her! She was just dating our friend Artie. Okay, you went to Prom with Rachel and Mercedes. I know my son well enough to know Rachel is NOT your type!" A softening came to her face, "It's Mercedes, isn't it?"
Sam slumped over the table, pushing his hair out of his face. "How did you just do that?" He sat back crossing his arms. "Does God give mom's telepathy powers or something?"
"No, just my powers of observation my dear. And can I say, I approve. You've never had a bad thing to say about her and she seems to be a loyal and caring person."
"And that voice, wow! Plus, she's smart and is involved in charities. She seems to do things without wanting things in return. I like her too. She always makes a point to say hi to your mother and I and she's nice to Stevie and Stacy."
"I like Mercedes!" This came from Stevie.
"Me too Sammy. She's nice and really pretty! Is she your girlfriend?" Stacy blinded up at Sam.
"Yes, she is."
Around 7 Sam found himself on the Jones front door step. Mercedes told him to just wait in his car, but his parents taught him better than that. He was gonna be a man and let Mr. & Mrs. Jones know he was taking their daughter on a date. Sam breathed in and finally knocked on the door.
The door finally opened after several minutes and there stood Mercedes father. "Sam Evans, what are you doing on my doorstep, son?"
"Sir, I'm here to take Mercedes out." Sam was gonna stand firm.
"Oh really? The imposing older man crossed his muscular arms and told Sam to step inside. "So Sam, you taking Mercedes out on a Glee club thing?"
"No sir. This is a date for just the two of us."
"Ah, I see. Okay. Where are you taking my daughter?"
"I'm taking her to…."
Mercedes walked into the room with her mother right behind her. "Well, this is a nice treat. How are you Sam?"
"Good ma'am, thank you for asking."
"I love your manners sweetie! So YOU are taking Mercedes out tonight?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm surprising Mercedes with something."
"It's not a hotel room or a back seat?" Sam felt all of the blood drain from his face. Mr. Jones started laughing like crazy. "Son, you just lost all of the color in your face." He turned serious again, "What are your intentions with my daughter?"
"DADDY!"
"Oliver, please!"
Sam yanked on his shirt collar trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. "I completely respect Mercedes and every moment we are a couple I plan to respect her always."
"Oh, you two are a couple?"
"Okay daddy. Okay Sam, lets go!" Mercedes pushed Sam towards the door and turned towards her mom giving her a look to make her get her dad to chill out.
Mr. Jones called Sam back, he put his arm around his should and seemed to be smiling the whole time. Mr. Jones whispered something in Sam's ear then patted his back and told them to have fun.
Mercedes turned to Sam as they pulled away from her house. "What did my dad say? I can guarantee you he doesn't own a rifle!"
Sam laughed finally getting his coloring back. "But I'm sure he has friends who do. No, you dad's cool. He told me to NEVER give him a reason to be disappointed in me."
Mercedes sat back in the seat and grinned. Well, at least her parents knew and they liked Sam. Maybe this would be easier then she thought.
They pulled up to a stoplight and Sam finally allowed himself a chance to look at his girlfriend. Wow, she truly is his girlfriend.
He grabbed her hand across the armrest in his pickup. She had changed obviously from her church clothes and had on a jean skirt that hugged her hips and ample ass. Her top had a scoped neck that sat right where her breasts started. It made him itch to stick his hand in her shirt, he'd be cool though.
Sam pulled off the street and into the entrance to the old drive in. It hadn't been torn down yet even though a newer version was now a couple of miles away.
Mercedes poked out her lips and shifted in her seat. "What are we doing here?"
"We are here for your surprise!" Sam stopped his truck near the front of the parking lot closest to the screen. Sam hopped out of the truck and walked around opening the passenger side door and helped Mercedes out. "Come on."
Mercedes slide her hand into Sam's. "I trust you Sam!" With those words she noticed that there was a microphone on the stage and what looked like Sam's guitar. Mercedes stopped walking and Sam turned towards her. "Boy, what are you getting ready to do?"
He kissed her cheek and jumped up on the stage. "I'm gonna serenade my woman!"
Mercedes squealed and put her hands to her mouth.
Sam smiled and slide his guitar over his head, he adjusted the strap and pushed his hair out of his face. "I've been practicing this song for a while. Every time I hear it, it reminds me of you." He sucked in a breath to calm his nerves and started the beginning chords to Jason Mraz's 'A Beautiful Mess'.
You've got the best of both worlds Hey, what a beautiful mess this is Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write Although you were biased I love your advice And it's a beautiful mess, yes it is Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say We're still here And what a beautiful mess this is And through timeless words and priceless pictures
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
Based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
but your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerves you can call it fiction
'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words they're paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
It's like, we're picking up trash in dresses
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are x7
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it