when you think about it fanfiction is actually amazing
there are thousands of brilliantly written novel-length stories kids wrote from their own brains about characters and shows/books/movies they love all twined into the internet and other kids read these 50k+ stories in their own time and invest themselves in it
nobody’s being paid to write it and nobody’s being told to read it, people do it because they legitimately enjoy it
that is just kind of amazing
“Why won’t you let me kiss you?” Sam asked when he leaned towards Mercedes, and was rejected once again. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let their relationship be more public. Besides her pinching his cheeks, smiling at him and other cute gestures, he got no love and was constantly reduced to devouring her with his eyes. All he wanted was a kiss here and there; it wasn’t much to ask for was it?
“I’m trying to be modest, Sam.” Mercedes replied, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lovingly.
“We’re in glee club, for God’s sake! How many times have we seen Finn and Rachel kiss? They’re anything but modest!” Sam argued, staring straight at her lips and trying to stay focused. She just had to wear red lipstick.
“Just because they don’t understand the meaning of indecency doesn’t mean we get to act like we don’t either. We’re setting the example, Sam.”
“Kissing you wouldn’t be indecent.” He pointed out.
Mercedes tried to pay attention to Mr. Schue, but being wrapped up in Sam’s arms and scent had her a bit dizzy. “You know that every time we kiss it gets pretty inappropriate fast. I don’t want that to happen here.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad if you actually kissed me in public for once! I mean, sometimes I feel like-“ He stopped himself and shook his head.
Mercedes turned to stare at him straight in the eyes. “You feel like what?”
“What were you about to say?”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Don’t lie to me.” Mercedes said giving him a hard look.
Sam sighed. “I was gonna say that sometimes I feel like we’re still dating in secret.” He confessed, avoiding her eyes. “I can’t kiss you, you sometimes tense up if I hold you, holding your hand is like a blessing-“
Mercedes stopped any more insecurities he had from coming out of his mouth with hers. She kissed him, reaching up a hand to tug on his hair and soon she was lost. Mercedes didn’t want to be like all the other girls who fawned and wrapped their selves around their boyfriend, but if Sam thought that she didn’t him because of her quest to be modest, then she would hold back no more. Sam lost himself too, and he forgot what he about to say anyway so he just grabbed at his girlfriend’s waist and drifted into a place on Mercy could take him.
When they both came up from their paradise, the whole glee club was staring at them. Rachel was shocked, as was Finn, Sugar, Rory and Joe, but otherwise everyone else was smirking expectantly. Mercedes hid her face in Sam’s chest while he turned pink.
“I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist them froggy lips for long.” Santana said smiling in approval.
“You guys should make a sex tape.” Brittany said.
It’s not exactly like the prompt, but I stayed close-ish!
The Google searches I conducted for this…
“Hey, man,” Sam said, his back already to Puck as the apartment door swung open. With a slight limp, he walked back to his seat on the couch, holding an arm out in front of him for steadiness as he sat down slowly and carefully.
“Hey...” Puck replied, watching the young man quizzically, prompted into a surprised “What the hell, dude?!” when Sam slouched and unzipped his jeans with a grimace. That’s when Puck saw the ice-pack in his friend’s hand. “What happened to you?” he snickered.
“You’re already laughin’ at me?” Sam smirked, unable to keep his own embarrassed grin hidden. “That’s cold.” He winced as he set the ice in his lap.
“I’m not the one icing my package right now, man. It’s cool you’re so comfortable with me, but I think I’m owed the story for the indecent exposure.”
The injured blond narrowed his eyes at his giggling friend. “You don’t have to look, you know.”
“I’m not looking, you’re making a show of it!” Puck insisted, plopping down sideways in the chair catty-corner to the couch, “So spill.”
What actually happened last night:
Summary: Quinn never thought she’d fall for a girl. She never thought that you could separate love and attraction. And she’d never thought being in love could hurt this much.
Such an amazing Quinn/Mercedes fic and Quinn angst. A definite must-read.
Mercedes walked out of her house, shocked to see a motorcycle parked at the end of her driveway.
“When’d you get out?” she asked its owner as he removed his helmet.
“A few weeks ago,” Sam replied, “So…about that date…” He coursed a hand through his long blond hair, giving her a winning smile.
“You mean the one you asked me for before you got locked up?” Mercedes asked, incredulous.
“Yeah,” he replied, but he might as well have said “No shit, Sherlock.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Why? Because I was in jail? I’m a bad person now?”
She didn’t answer him, but the look on her face said everything.
“I’m disappointed in you, Mercedes. Matthew 7:1—”
“Don’t start throwing Bible verses at me, Sam!” she said sternly.
“I’m sayin’! We have the same beliefs and I have morals, too, so don’t get all high and mighty with me. And you were going to say yes to that date.”
She scoffed. “How do you know that?”
“Because we used to be friends…and you told me once that you were tired of people automatically assuming you were a stuffy church girl. What better way to prove them wrong than going out with me?” He smirked.
Mercedes frowned. She really liked Sam, but her parents would not be thrilled with the idea of her dating him. Not to mention the people at church. She could already hear them whispering.
“Don’t worry about them,” Sam said as if reading her mind. “You know me.”
She bit down on her bottom lip, weighing her options before ultimately deciding it was about time she took a risk. “Okay, I’ll go.”
“Hop on,” he said, and she backed up a few steps. “Come on,” Sam held out his hand, “You said you wanted to live. Start now.”
Mercedes bit her lip. She’d never been on a motorcycle before. “I’m not going to fall off, am I?”
Sam smiled. “Not if you hold on tight enough.”
MORE!!!!!!!!!! LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!
Sam couldn’t believe this was happening to him. One minute he was getting jumped behind the building where he worked, the next he was pressed against the wall, using a pizza box as a shield, watching Miss J take out all three of them. Any other day, he would have felt like a loser, not being able to fight his own battle, but this woman had superpowers. She was famous, and he was her biggest fan.
Miss J trapped the criminals in a forcefield and pushed a button on what he thought was a watch, notifying the police. “The Judson Triplets have been detained and are waiting for pick-up,” she said into the device, and gave them the location. Once she knew they were on their way, she sauntered over to Sam, grabbed him around his waist and jumped, sending them both flying to the top of the building.
“Are you okay?” she asked, kneeling in front of him. Sam could only make out her brown eyes and painted red lips due to the mask, but she was as gorgeous in real life as she was in pictures.
“I…I…” he tried to speak but the words turned to jelly in his mouth.
“Let’s see.” Miss J began inspecting him. Lifting his arms and legs, asking if any of it hurt. He couldn’t feel anything, still in shock from seeing her. “Just a few scratches, but okay,” she determined with a smile.
It was then that he found his words. “Oh my God! I can’t believe you just saved me! You are AMAZING! I have a poster of you on my wall and I often—well—” He stopped, realizing he was embarrassing himself. “I just think you’re awesome,” he said, blushing.
Miss J giggled softly, then placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning forward to give him a slow, innocent kiss.
Sam stood there frozen. “You—you—you just kissed me…” he said, touching his lips.
The masked heroine laughed, stroking his cheek. “You’re cute.” Sending him one last smile, she flew away into the night just as police lights started flashing in the alley below.
“What are you smirking about?” Kurt asked, sitting on the couch next to Sam, whose eyes were glued to his phone. “Sam?”“Huh?” The distracted teen asked, wide-eyed.
“Talking to Mercedes,” Kurt said, matter-of-factly. “That’s the only time you get that lovesick, dopey look on your face, although…” he raised an eyebrow at his housemate’s flushed cheeks. “Mmhmm.” Turning his attention to the TV, he began flipping through channels with a vague idea of what his friends were up to.
Sam and Mercedes had been sending naughty texts to each other for the past half hour, and she’d just told him that she had a special treat to hold him over until she got back from her weekend away with family. His phone vibrated again with another message from his girlfriend, and he eagerly opened it, suppressing a gasp when he saw what was inside.
Mercedes was biting her lip, her brown hair falling over one eye and around her shoulders. Her fingers clutched at the hem of a white tank top, jerking on end to the middle of her thigh while the other held at the top of her hip, exposing part of her red lace briefs. Besides the black bra that had her cleavage pushed high on display over the top of the tank, that’s all he could see that she was wearing.
“Have mercy…” he thought.
Sam was so focused on transcribing every bit of the picture to memory that he didn’t see Finn come in the room. The gangling teen was spinning a basketball on his finger as he passed behind the couch, and just so happened to glance down and catch a clear view of the scantily-clad Miss Jones.
“Holy—” Finn dropped the ball and snatched the phone from Sam’s grip. “Is that Mercedes?”
“Hey!” Sam exclaimed, jumping up onto the couch. “Finn, give me my phone now or your face will be meeting my fist.” He was just about to jump on him when Kurt grabbed the phone from his step-brother.
“At least I have the decency not to look,” Kurt said, handing the phone back to Sam. Finn was chuckling at the blond boy hunched over his phone, glaring at him. “Cede tells me everything anyway,” he added nonchalantly.
Sam quickly turned his head to him. “What?!”
One year later…
“I believe thank yous are in order,” Rachel announced, “If I hadn’t arranged my musical exploration tour through Nashville a few years ago, Mercedes would have never met Sam and we wouldn’t be here.”
Mercedes looked over at her from the driver’s seat. “Or I could drop you off right here and let you walk the rest of the way.”
“Yes, do that!” Santana barked from the back of the van. Tabitha snickered.
“I was kidding!” Rachel exclaimed.
“It’s hard to tell,” Quinn said, still smiling, “That was a perfect imitation of you back in high school. That’s default Rachel Berry for us.”
“That just further proves that I’m a great actress and New York is lucky to have me,” she replied, quickly adding, “Also a joke!” before Santana said something, her mouth already open to spew a verbal attack.
“I can’t believe you came to get us yourself, Mercedes,” Tina said, “We could have gotten a taxi.”
Beautiful story! I absolutely loved it!!! So sad to see it end.
Mercedes went rigid, hand frozen on the rail. “You can’t say that to me.”
“I. Love. You,” Sam said defiantly, taking a step toward her with each word.
“Not right now…” she whispered, shaking her head. She hadn’t turned around, but knew he was right behind her before he even touched her. “Not when you’re with her.”
Sam took her by the hand and refused to let go when she tried to snatch it back. Feeling trapped, Mercedes whirled around to face him, a conflicting combination of fire and rain in her eyes. “You can’t cry…” she said in a shuddering breath, seeing his shattered expression for the first time, torn between wiping his tears and running away.
“Damn it, Mercedes, stop telling me what I can’t do! Stop fightin’ me, and stop acting like we were ever over!”
“We never began!” she rebutted, her voice rising.
“Bullshit!” he yelled, throwing his head back in frustration, “We were on as soon as we shook hands. That sealed our future.”
Mercedes laughed humorlessly. “Our future wasn’t sealed by a damn handshake.”
“I knew I had to be around you and I know you felt the same way about me,” he snarled, and she gasped. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been drawn to each other the way that we were—the way we still are.”
Sam opened the door when Mercedes arrived the next afternoon, donning the closest thing she could find to cowgirl attire in her closet: a blue and white flannel shirt with the top four buttons undone, leaving the top of a white camisole underneath exposed, light blue jeans with a white belt, and brown knee-high boots. On her head was the hat that he’d sent with her on tour over the summer. “What d’ya think?” she asked, tipping it forward and striking her best Sheriff Woody pose.
Smiling fondly, he leaned against the doorway, moving his index finger in a circle, prompting her to spin around. “Lookin’ good, Mercy,” he laughed.
She giggled at herself, feeling silly, and took off the hat, shaking her hair out. “Here,” she said, holding it out to Sam.
He held a hand up. “Nah, you can wear it.”
“Boy, I’m not wearing this all day. My hair looks too nice,” she half-joked, plopping the hat down awkwardly on his head as she walked past him and into the house.
I NEED MORE!!!
Mercedes and Tina were sprawled across her queen-size bed in Los Angeles, half a week into the break from the tour. The stylist had arrived from Philadelphia the afternoon of the last U.S show, excited to see her best friend on the giant stage for the first time, and screamed at the top of her lungs as if Mercedes was the main act. When the tour had come through Pennsylvania in late spring, Tina and Mike had been on vacation in Hawaii, and although she was happy for downtime with her choreographer husband, she expressed disappointment on the couple’s behalf about missing the concert.
They’d spent the past few days blissfully lounging around the pool and the beach, indulging in laughter-filled gossip and life updates—and Mercedes’ complaints about Sam wove sporadically through it all. Tonight was no exception.
“I have a right to be upset. I should be upset. I am upset. I’m mad as hell!”
Tina didn’t roll her eyes or sigh in annoyance, just looked at Mercedes and listened as she’d been doing. Little things set off the rants: seeing his name in her phone, people barbecuing in a park, a Marlboro ad. The current diatribe started because her roommates were in the living room watching Sleeping Beauty. Mercedes and Tina had been invited to join, but as soon as the title was mentioned, the offer was refused, and they’d been in the bedroom ever since.
I love that I was awake to read this… but I NEED MORE!!!! I NEED THE CONVERSATION!!!!! Addicted to this fic! ♥
In the following weeks, Mercedes and Sam held up their pact to stay in touch—surpassing the month mark where they’d crashed and burned last year. They only spoke on the phone about once every other week, but sent each other videos and pictures by text regularly. Sam jokingly checked on the status of his hat, which she kept in her bunk, and confirmed it was free from danger.
The agreement to friendship had been taken to heart. Sam was actively dating and giving her the scoop about women he’d taken out. So far, nobody worthwhile. Mercedes didn’t have time to think about romance, focusing her attention on being on top of her game and the tour dates that brought her closer to reunions with her former McKinley High classmates. Tabitha insisted both of them were overcompensating, and trying to ignore the feelings as opposed to them fizzling out, but after Mercedes snapped at her one time too many about it, the subject had been dropped.
The next stop was Chicago—a date Mercedes had marked off on her calendar with excitement. Santana had made the Windy City her home two years ago, and was happily working in public relations for the Chicago Bulls. She met up with Mercedes and Tabitha for lunch, eager to do some catching up.
“Look at my girl, living it up!” Santana exclaimed, sipping her margarita after Mercedes filled her in on everything about the tour that she hadn’t had time to say on the phone. “I want you to back up to Tennessee, though. Tabby-Cat, here, had a very interesting look on her face, I’d like to explore that,” she said, giving Tabitha an appreciative glance.
(I know I’m kind of putting a rush on this fic with the frequent updates, haha, but I wasn’t planning on starting any new ones so I’m trying to tell it quickly. I hope y’all don’t mind! :))
Being “just friends” with Sam was not going to get off to an easy start. They’d only planned on kissing and cuddling last night, but once it moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, all self-control had been lost.
Mercedes was lured awake by the smell of breakfast. Sometime in the early hours of the morning, Sam had washed and dried her clothes, leaving them folded on a chair next to his bed along with an oversize Everett Ranch t-shirt. Fully intending to shower, she put on her bra and the mid-thigh length t-shirt and went to see what was cooking.
She walked in to the sight of Sam stirring a pot of grits on the stove, dressed in Batman boxers and a red apron.
“I have rehearsal today,” she said, approaching him to look into the pot.
He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Mornin’.”
Mercedes sighed happily, “Good morning.”
“I made coffee, but there’s also milk, water, and all kinds of juice in the fridge,” he told her. “Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes.” Sam watched with a thoughtful smile as she went to the cabinet, retrieving a mug and a glass for coffee and water.
“What?” Mercedes asked coyly, leaning against the counter, adding cream to the hot beverage.
“Nothin’. You’re just cute in the mornin’.”
“You need to stop,” she said, trailing a hand delicately across his scratch-covered back as she passed to go set her water on the table. “It’s not like I haven’t spent the night with you before.”
Tabitha looked between Sam and Mercedes. “Why do you have so much food?” she asked, seeing the four plates on the table. “Is this all for you?”
“Someone got overzealous,” Mercedes replied as she licked her fork clean of potato salad, winking at a nearly-salivating Sam.
“So what is this between you two? I think I have a right to know as the unsuspecting third party of your romp this afternoon.”
Sam blushed furiously and Mercedes became very interested in the contents of her baked beans.
Their blonde interrogator glared, then smiled mischievously. She closed her eyes. “Mmm…call me Mercy, Sam, say it…”
“TABITHA!” Mercedes screeched. Sam choked. “I thought you weren’t listening?”