Conversations and Complexities, a glee fanfic

Conversations & Complexities

AnniKay

Disclaimer: I own Nothing…Murphy, Falchuk, and Brennen along with Fox and others own this fandom and all the characters there in…Anything you recognize obviously belongs to the,

AN: I finally saw Big Brother and this one shot got stuck in my brain and wouldn't let GT past it until I had put it out there. It is based around Sue's statement in the second Booty Camp and the Brooks and Dunn song Ain't Nothing 'Bout You.

I hope that you will all take the time to Read and Review.

"Coach Sylvester…Hey, what did you mean 'implausible sexual tension'? What's so implausible about it?" Sam asked angrily. The blond teen was more than a little frustrated not only with the fact the he wasn't with the girl he loved, but by the fact that everyone around them seemed to feel that some kind of order was restored. He was single, and Mercedes was once again shuttled to the background. Oh, it's not as bad as it was before they realized she could and would leave, but they still marginalized his girl way more than they should.

Sue started to ignore the boy, as was her usual wont, but the intensity of his gaze brought her up short. "Look Lady Lips, you have eyes in your head and supposedly have a brain in that undoubtedly thick skull. So even you have to realize that guys like you don't go for girls like Aretha." She finally answered her voice lacking its usual caustic edge.

"Why not?" he pressed.

"Because idiot boys with more muscles than brain cells tend to look for girls who look like TweedleDum, or San-Bags. They aren't deep enough to look really see girls like Brassy Hag." Sue shot back.

"See, that's what I don't get…if I was black and she was white, no one would even say boo…you see that all the time." Sam rebutted.

"You've got it all wrong. It's not about race this time Kentucky Fried Stripper…it's all about history. If you hadn't gotten here and immediately latched onto Barbie and then Theresa, no one would have said anything. If you'd gotten here and went after Mercedes-yeah, I know her actual name- back then, the way you went after her this year, then everyone would have just chocked it up to you being one of those southern white boys with a thing for black girls. If you'd taken the time to get to know people here and then went after her everyone would have assumed that you were just mature enough to see past societal constructs of beauty…but you didn't, did you." Sue taunted the boy.

"Arrgghhh! You people are insane! See past what 'societal constructs'…Beauty is beauty and Mercedes Jones is the most beautiful girl in this school. Not only is she intelligent, and sweet and good and kind and perfect and more talented than a single person has any right to be…she's gorgeous, she has that amazing smile and her body was built by the hands of God just for lovin'." Sam shouted vehemently. "Just because she's not some stupid, no life having, Cheerio concerned only with how many Titans she can bang her way through before graduation, the morons around here are too blind or dumb to see it."

"Have you told her that?" Sue asked merrily. "Have you told her that not only do you think she is beautiful, but that you think she is all that and a bag of chips…or have you made it seem like you love her not for her body, but for her heart; or whatever romantic drivel you think she wants to hear."

Sam stopped to think for a minute and for Sue that was all the answer she needed. "Stupid schmuck. Jones probably decided that you love her despite how she looks. That's the problem with the feminist thinking, its bull crap. You can be as enlightened as you want but underneath it all we're all still human. There is nothing wrong with cheerleading, and there is nothing wrong with a man letting his girl know that he likes the way she looks just as much as he likes who she is. Don't get me wrong; having one and not the other isn't the way to have a real relationship. If you only like who she is than leave it at friendship…if you only like how she looks, then-well heck, you know what I mean. But if you claim to be in love with her…really and truly in love with her…then you have to have both."

He started to speak, only to get cut off by Sue's continued tirade. "She and the Marshmallow Hulk, with his dead caterpillar mustache, all they had was friendship…not once did they have half the cut it with a knife tension I see between the you and Whoopi…so man up. Go reclaim your balls from whatever jar on a shelf you kept them in under the effort of being a 'sensitive guy' and go tell that girl how you feel about her. All of it. Not just the political correct bullhockey that romantic comedies make you think women want to hear. I'm willing to bet that a big part of the reason you can't get your girl back is because she figures that eventually you're gonna leave her for some Barbie doll that gets you hot and bothered. Because, idiot that you are, you haven't told her that she does that." Sue finished and walked away satisfied. She hates getting involved in the students'

As he watched Sue Sylvester walk away, he could only stop and think. Had he been so busy trying to be what he thought Mercedes wanted, that he had failed to see, and to be what she needed? Well no more. The perfect southern gentleman could go on the shelf for a while it was time to let his inner good ol' boy out. He grabbed out his smartphone, thanking God once again for MetroPCS. If it weren't for them, he'd still be phoneless, no way could he afford the type of plans Finn and Kurt had. Sam's fingers flew over the keyboard as he started a new tweet. The smile on his face was predatory as it started to slowly trend.

The next morning the school was abuzz. Mercedes Jones walked in looking fierce and fabulous wearing her signature look and her favorite kicks; she barely noticed the buzz of conversation going on around her until she realized that whenever she walked pass a group of students, that group would fall silent until they assumed she was out of hearing. Just as she was about to go into WTF mode, Tina ran up to her and gave her a huge hug. "Have you seen it?"

"Seen what?" the voluptuous diva asked with raised eyebrows.

"You're trending on Twitter." Tina explained.

"Girl, I haven't been on twitter since Coach Sylvester threw my phone. Until I get it replaced, I'm completely disconnected." Mercedes explained.

"No…not you exactly, but Sam's feelings for you. He's been using his hundred and forty characters to let the whole world know how he feels about you." Tina laughed showing her friend her phone.

Mercedes scrolled up to find that shortly after yesterday's Booty Camp, Sam had begun a serious twitter campaign. His first tweet simply said 'Real Women have curves, and My Baby's Curves have me SPRUNG!' From there he went on to explain in semi-lurid detail that 'His Baby had Back, and His anaconda wanted some twenty four/seven and all the time.' Another subsequent tweet pointed out that if 'Barbie was the end all and be all of beauty, why was Ken an eunuch?' and though she would never admit it, her favorite was 'I love me a chocolate goddess w t&a for days, who is a whole lot of Hell to the YES, I don't just 3 who she is, I 3 how she looks I 3 how she feels & I 3 the way she walks & talks & moves. Baby u r my EVERYTHING!'.

Tina laughed. "My favorite is the one where he asked 'when did men start liking women shaped like boys more than girls with curves'. You know though he'd getting more and more followers, and not all of them are from McKinley, or even Ohio."

"Oh my God…he didn't say my name did he?" Mercedes asked frantically scrolling through the many tweets Sam had posted over the course of the evening and night. "Baby, Mercy, Chocolate Goddess, his Lady. Diva…okay thank goodness. My daddy would have lost it."

"Yeah…apparently not…he's DDSJonesLIMA right, he'd been following the thread since the third tweet." Kurt said as he joined Tina and Mercedes in the hallway where they stood discussing the trending online discussion. "So are MeanMamaJones and Derrick'RealMFin'Jones…and the better part of the entire McKinley Student body, faculty and staff." Kurt smirked. "Even Finn has figured out that he is talking about you…so I'm fairly certain that the entire school knows. However the rumors I've heard is that Lauren and Puck have each; individually of course, put the word out that anyone who makes a negative return tweet will face their wrath."

"Oh God, I've not even thought of the blowback." Mercedes groaned as a red and white clad Cheerio approached her from behind.

"I just don't see it." The perky blonde said nastily. "You're just gross, I mean, yeah your boobs are big, but so is your gut. Just because you're black…" She started only to be cut off by the last voice they ever expected to hear.

"Lewenski, you're cut. Go turn in your uniform, and don't bother to try out next year." Coach Roz said meanly.

"You can't cut me." The dumb blonde said tauntingly. "Only Coach Sylvester can cut her Cheerios."

"Then consider yourself cut." Sue Sylvester's voice called out from where she had stood 'overhearing' the conversation between the lumpy glee kids she was trying to whip into shape.

"But Coach…" the girl said frantically.

"What? I help Lady Lips figure out his epic fail in getting his girliefriend back, and you want to come up and ruin it before I can even see if it works." Sue snapped. "You are off my squad, and you have no chance of ever getting back on. Not to mention that the second you brought race into this you started to disgust me worse than Schuester with two day old hair gel. Let me explain something to you, racism, sexism, ageism, sizeism…not one of those make any sense at all. Why hate someone based on the color of their skin, or their gender or who they happened to love…trust me if you talk to them for five minutes…you'll find a real reason to hate them."

"Whoa…you go Coach Sylvester." Kurt whispered.

"Wait…you helped Sam to try to get me back?" Mercedes asked drawing Coach Sylvester's attention back to what she felt was the most important issue.

"Yes, I helped him. You two were irritating me with the dramedy. You didn't cheat on The Marshmallow Hulk with Lady Lips. How could you? If you two did more than hold hands and barely give pecks, I'll name my daughter Willomenia. You and Big Ugly were friends who walked around school holding hands. Was he a good friend to you? Yes. Anyone who could finally make you stand up to Schuester and his need to kowtow to Yentl, was definitely your friend. Did he want you…yeah he did. You didn't notice because he wasn't your type no matter how long you 'dated' him. No if you cheated on anybody, you cheated on the Kentucky Fried Stripper with Caterpillar face. But again, that wasn't even cheating because you didn't do anything with him. God, I wish you'd just grow a spine and admit that you're scared. You are scared that he'll have to leave again…and you were scared that he was only with you because you and he have great conversations or what every bupkiss was going through your head, but every other person around the two of you could see that he looked at you like the sun rose and set out of that humongous backside of yours. If eyes shot sperm, you would be the next octomom."

Mercedes stood there with her mouth agape. She couldn't believe that a, Coach Sylvester could read her that well, and the b, Coach Sylvester just said that. Coach Sylvester, however, wasn't finished. "As if the kid didn't prove that he wouldn't let anything keep him from you. I mean the kid left his family to come back to you. He told the whole school that he would fight to get you back, despite the fact that Two Tons of Blubber, could have decided to bash his head in for it. He turned down Quinn, Barbie Doll, Fabray in the middle of the hallway, for you. He's been moping around the school like someone shot his dog, poured sugar in his gas tank and leveled his house of worship, all because you can't get over your own fear to see that you are breaking two hearts. And I am way too damn hormonal to keep watching it." The statuesque coach gave the assembled group a hard glare before stalking off.

"I hate to have to agree with Coach Methuselah, but Evans is all about you girl. You needs to get up on it before he decides to find him a sister with more self-esteem." At the side eye Mercedes threw her way, Coach Roz continued. "Yeah I said it. Your lack of self-esteem is gonna chase that fine ass white boy right out of your life. Because you've decided to make his choices for him. You don't think you're fine enough for him to want you, so you don't listen when he tells you he does. He chose you, and yet you keep taking yourself off the table. I've heard all the gossip about you. Since there is only like twenty black kids here, people all assume I must be related to at least one of you. Fabray used you and ditched you; Hummel used you and ditched you. Schuester's constantly using you and then ditching you. But none of them had the power over you that Evans does. He could break you…not just your heart, but all of you. So you make him pay for the crap the others have done. You let him in, but couldn't let him in all the way. Took it as a sign when he had to move. But then he came back. He's fought for you. He's earned the right to have you…but you've got to stop making him pay for your faithless friends. Cause that boy, is the very definition of faithful."

Kurt looked aghast. "I didn't use her and ditch her. She's my best friend."

"Yeah, except for Rachel and Blaine, and Finn." Tina said sotto voice. "Face it Kurt…you dropped her for Berry a while ago."

"I…i… Oh my Gaga…I had Breakfast at Tiffany's without you. And I…I…" he couldn't even say aloud that he'd sung on a Broadway stage without her. "I've been the worst friend in the history of the world. Brutus was a better friend to Julius Ceaser than I've been to you." Kurt shook his head defiantly. "Well no more. If I am part of the reason you won't allow yourself to be happy with Sam, then I will just have to be part of the solution. I mean Cede, that boy wants you more…more than he wants 'his mama's biscuits'. Everytime he takes a shower…twice a day…oh no I shouldn't…he swore me to secrecy, but best friend trumphs roommate, so I'll just tell you. he calls your name in the shower each and every single time. If you get my meaning." He said making his 'sexy' face. "Finn, he calls Rachel, but he also calls Quinn and Taylor Swift, even I have called Daniel Sunjata and Neil Patrick Harris upon occasion…but Sam he only ever calls for you."

"That' s major…" Tina giggled. "Mike admittedly thinks of Lucy Liu and me together sometimes. Mercedes, time to be real, you said that you saw Sam…He only sees you. Why aren't you two together?"

"I…I was. God Tina, I really hurt Shane…I don't even deserve Sam." Mercedes finally whispered.

"Mercedes, Shane knew that you weren't that into him. When Sam came back, he could have been a man and stepped back but he didn't he clung to you so tightly I wanted to punch him half the time. Does it suck that you kissed Sam while you were still with Shane? Yeah a little bit…but you need to ask yourself if Sam deserves to get punished like this while you are punishing yourself." Tina said sagely. "The punishment stopped fitting the crime long ago anyway."

Mercedes spent the rest of the day turning her friend's words over and over in her mind. She kept looking out trying to catch Sam, but while she could keep feeling his presence, she couldn't see hide nor hair of hm. Sam made it very clear that he'd seen her though, with tweets like 'my Baby's ass is so PHAT that Nicki Minaj is jealous' and 'her ass looks so good in dem jeans, I had to check the rulebook to see how much trouble I'd get in for going up and giving it a little slap.'

Using one of the school's computers for a totally inappropriate purpose, she checked twitter and was able that not only was Sam's 'Mercy on Me' thread was trending world wide, but that he'd linked in a video from the summer. You could barely make out her, Stacey and Stevie in the dim evening light, but you could very clearly hear her singing to the kids. One responding tweet claimed to be from Jermaine Dupri, asking if he could meet Sam's Lady. Another said it was from Ashley Judd, thanking Sam for showing that all women are beautiful. Sam's twitter account was up to thirty thousand followers and it seemed to grow every time he posted something new. By the time it was time to go to the auditorium for Booty Camp, Mercedes was resolute.

Of course, then she was shocked when she entered the huge room to see every one of her friends except the one she wanted most. "Get up here Aretha, you're late." Sue called. The second Mercedes was in place; Sam came in from the left wing, his guitar playing a strong country chord. Had Mercedes been able to take her eyes off Sam, she'd have noticed the rest of the guys grab instruments, and join him.

"Ain't Nothing 'Bout You"

Once I thought that love was something I could never do
Never knew that I could feel this much
But this yearning in the deep part of my heart for you
Is more than a reaction to your touch
It's a perfect passion and I can't get enough

The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, The way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There's ain't nothing bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me

In my life I've been hammered by some heavy blows
That never knocked me off my feet
All you gotta do is smile at me and down I go
And Baby it's no mystery, why I surrender
Girl you got everything

I love your attitude, your star tattoo, your every thought
Your smile, you lips and girl the list goes on and on and on

The way you look, the way you laugh,
The way you love with all you have,
Your dance, your drive, You make me feel alive

The way you talk, the way you tease
Right now I think you see
There ain't nothing bout you that don't do something for me

Sam handed his guitar to Rory, and crossed the stage to Mercedes. She couldn't help herself as she stepped forward into his embrace. Quick as a wink, Sam pulled her not only into a hug, but up into his arms until Mercedes' only choice was to wrap her legs around his waist. "Now you listen to me Mercedes Renea Jones, and you listen to me good. I don't just love you; I'm in love with you. That means that for me there will never be another woman, and I'm more than a little insulted that you would doubt me. Now My Granddaddy met my MeMaw when they were younger than us and they've been together for fifty odd years. My mama and Daddy, as bad as things have got…they always had each other and they never strayed. Now I'm man enough to admit that I wanted what they have so bad that I tried to force it with Quinn. And when that didn't work I tried to forget it with Santana. I didn't think it would be as effortless as it is with you. But it did, and it's real. If you doubt it, I can call my parents for you. My Daddy told me that he knew I'd find my way back to you because a man can't be too far from his heart's home too long."

"Sam." She breathed. He kissed her breathless before he continued.

"Now a very wise…evil as all get out…but wise none the less woman told me that by trying to hid the caveman under the gentleman, I was makin' you think I didn't want you. But that sure ain't the truth. Godlee do I want you, Baby. I want you more than I need air. Don't you remember how many times I had to hide behind you when Stacey and Stevie would surprise us? Darlin' there isn't another woman on this planet who can make me get a boner with those two anywhere nearby, let alone in the same damn room. I ain't trying to toot my own horn, but lord blessed me enough to know that you couldn't have missed it." he leaned in and whispered. "Any more than you're missing it right now, right Baby. The two meanest, evilest women in the state not ten feet away and I'm hard as hell just having you back in my arms."

Mercedes tried again. "Sam." Only to be cut off by his lips locking on hers again.

"You are more beautiful than any woman has a right to be, and sexier than is good for my sanity. I believe that with all my heart today and it will only be more and more true as our years go by. I'm a country boy, Baby, I know that while white may wrinkle black don't crack. You don't see me worryin' that you'll dump me for some young buck when I'm looking every one of my fifty years, and you look like you're barely pushing thirty. I don't worry about it because I know that you love me, and you don't need to worry none neither. Because the way that I love you, Angelina Jolie and Vivica Fox could invite me to see them making love to each other, and I wouldn't studd it none unless they were gonna love up on you."

Mercedes took a breath and got out two words this time. "Sam I…"

Again he cut her off kissing her until he'd had his fill. "Now, you can agree to be mine again, for real this time. No hiding from our friends, no hiding from the stupid hoes in this school. No bullshit secret. You can go 'head and come on back to me Darlin' cause I ain't going nowhere. The only time I'll go to Kentucky is if you're with me, and if you won't come with me, then I guarantee that I'll be home before you know it. And after graduation, New York, LA, Atlanta, for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God, well we already worship the same God."

This time Mercedes did the kissing. She kissed Sam until he couldn't think straight and she was very much in danger of him reclaiming her right there on the stage, "Sam, I'm yours, and you're mine. From now until the end of days. I'm sorry for not having the strength to trust in us, Honey. I got scared and it became easier to hide in the fear than to find my way back to you in the light. But not anymore. I'm done punishing us for a moment of weakness. I'm done making you pay for the actions of others. I'm here with you, back in your arms where I belong. Oel ngati kameie." She kissed him again. "Now put me down, I'm too heavy."

Sam popped her on the ass and chuckled. "Can't do that Baby…everyone will see how you effect me."

"Alright, Brassy Hag and the Macauley Caulkin stunt double are finally back together, all is right with the world. Now can we get back to work? We've got a national championship to win." Sue barked. "Oh and Yentl…you don't get a solo this time, unless it's you singing so low that you finally stop making people's ears bleed. San-Bags, you and Aretha have the main song. And the love birds can find a love song to sing and give the judges tooth rot. Of course this started an argument between Rachel and Coach Sylvester with Mr. Schuester coming down firmly on Rachel's side. But Mercedes and Sam just let it wash over them as they stood there wrapped in each other.

I've got a really hot M rated version of this in my head. Wonder how much begging it would take to get it out.

MWWWAAHhhhhaaaaahahahaha!

TTFN
Anni