Hi. So this story has been stuck in my head so I had to get it out. Wasn't going to publish it but figured what the hell. Basiclly its Mercedes Singing Adele's Daydreamer to Sam, thinking back on the events that makes the song remind her of him. Uh... That's it

So as alway: Read, Enjoy, and Review :0)

Mercedes nervously paced inside of the choir room, playing with her hands.

"Calm down Mama" Puck soothed as he perched himself on one of the stools in the front of the room near the piano. "He'll be here, he just has to put his vagina away after synchronized swimming practice" he joked.

Mercedes stopped and gave Puck an un-amused glance. "Funny Puck" she said sarcastically.

He laughed at himself "Look he'll be here" he reassured.

"I know I'm just a little nervous." Mercedes sighed as she took a seat next to the mow hawked boy. "Thanks again for helping me" she smiled

"Hey you know I got your back Mama" Puck smiled "And I know when I need your help in the near future you've got mine right?" he smiled as he hinted to something on the horizon for him.

"You know it" she smiled granting him a fist bump.

"Am I interrupting something" Sam questioned as he walked into the room, a red towel around his neck, his hair still wet from practice. He quickly folded up the note she left earlier in his locker, shoving it into his front pocket.

"No" Mercedes smiled as she walked towards him. She gently took his hand and lead him one of the chairs, on the front row of their risers. "You're just in time" she smiled. Sam sat down looking around secretly wondering why Puck was there if they were supposed to be meeting to discuss the possibility of them.

"You've been doing a lot of wooing lately Sam" Mercedes smiled as she took a seat next to Noah as he grabbed his guitar, placing it on his lap. "So being a strong independent woman I felt I had to return the favor" She silently nodded to Puck who began to lightly strum the strings of his instrument.

Rocking back and forth to the music Mercedes began to sing, what she had personally and privately, dubbed Sam theme song in her mind.

Daydreamer
sitting on the sea,
soaking up the sun.
He is a real lover,
of making up the past
and feeling up his girl like he's never felt her figure before.

"What are we?" Mercedes quietly questioned herself as she gazed over at the blond perched next to her. He sat on the wooden bench, his hands resting behind his head, fingers locked through his golden hair. His large green eyes where shut tight as he stretched his legs in front of him, crossing his right ankle over his left. His face was pointed to the sun, as if he were a sun flower, absorbing the life giving light. His face looked peaceful, as if the entire world had melted away, and it was just him there, by himself.

They had had a great time together that afternoon. It was his suggestion that they sneak out of the hotel. "It will give us inspiration" he encouraged as his pink lips pulled into a slightly mischievous smile. That look alone allowed her to agree to travel beyond the walls of the hotel room. They decided to go towards the bridge area, near the water front. She knew that they probably shouldn't, but his voice and smile gave her reassurance that even if they got caught it would be worth it. So she agreed to travel out together on a mini New York adventure.

She didn't think anything major when he held her hand that first time. They were crossing the street, and she found that the lights seemed to change quickly while sprinting before on coming traffic started to inch closer. But when he continued to hold it when they made it safely across without being hit, it felt intimate. Like he was holding on to her as if they were more than friends. But she refused to read anymore into it. I mean he was Sam. Her buddy right?

By the time they reached the water front the sun was high in the sky. They stopped into a near by deli and split a sandwich. Sam insisted on paying, although Mercedes reached for her wallet. She paid for their drinks from a near by vender, as they made their way to their current spot, a bench right off the water. The weather was perfect, and the conversation had been light, and easy. They talked about what they expected nationals to be like, and bounced their Cosby impressions off of each other. She admitted his was better than hers considering all it consisted of what a funny voice and her talking about pudding. But the smile he gave her indicated that he appreciated that she even tried to do one in front of him. They felt like old friends giggling and catching up. Mercedes began to wonder "Is that what this is?" Where that just really two friends hanging out? Or could this be…more?

"Penny for your thought?" Sam questioned, snatching her out of her head. She turned to see that he had finally opened his eyes and was looking at her with an inquisitive look on his face.

"Just wondering if I put you to sleep" Mercedes giggled, pointing out that Sam had been in his relaxed position for some time.

"No" he blushed slightly, sitting up, bringing his legs in. "Just relaxing"

Mercedes nodded. It was an absolutely beautiful day and it seemed like all of the natives of the city were beckoned to enjoy the warmth of the late spring day. The path in front of them was littered with joggers, dog walkers, and small families all called out of their buildings to enjoy the gift of warmth the Sun was granting them. She squinted as she turned her focus to the water in front of them. "I wonder if they notice we're gone" she thought aloud.

"Don't really care" Sam shrugged. "If they do, they'll call"

"I guess your right" Mercedes agreed. It kind of hurt to find that Kurt and Rachel decided to have a breakfast at Tiffanies morning without asking her to join, considering the number of times they watched that movie together. She knew that since Kurt had come back from Dalton, and had Blaine as his new boyfriend they had grown apart, but she didn't feel the true distance until the duo returned excited about singing on a Broadway stage together.

"Besides, I just wanted to hang out alone with you today" Sam added with a grin.

"There it is again" Mercedes thought as she blushed. "What is this? Is it a date? Are we friends?" the questions raced around as she looked down at her hands. She wasn't use to guys genuinely flirting with her. So she wasn't sure if that's what it was, or was he just being kind. All she knew was that his words made her mouth very dry. She silently took a sip of her lemonade, smiling as she wrapped her lips around her straw. "Thanks. Today has been… fun" she sighed, figuring it was the safe thing to say. She had been wrong about male's kindness which ended up with her either putting a brick through his windshield or dumping him due to his using her to get his mojo back. She knew she needed to take it slow to find out just were this was going.

"Well your fun 'Cedes" Sam smiled as he broke into his best Forrest Gump impression.

Mercedes giggled adding "you're fun too" in her version. Sam laughed, allowing his hair to fall into his eyes. He was two months past in need of a hair cut, but food was way more important than vanity at the moment in his life. And because of his family's current financial situation, one or the other was going to have to suffer.

"Thanks for getting me out of the Hotel by the way" Mercedes sighed. "I was going stir crazy in there with Brittney constantly asking for words that rhymed with cup, and Quinn seething in a corner, giving Rachel a death glare and mumbling about some plan. I just needed a break."

"Yeah" Sam agreed. "I guess Finn breaking up with her is hard on her" he shrugged.

Mercedes studied his face at that moment. She was searching for a sign of joy at the fact that the girl he'd given a promise ring to the first week he met her was now on the market again. Unfortunately, she couldn't read his face. He gave no indication of his intentions when it came to his ex-girlfriend. So she sat back, deciding to prepare for the worst, which would be Sam placing her where all of her other friends did. She was that friend everyone went to when they needed something. That friend they knew would be there to hold their hand and tell them that they would make it through. She didn't mind doing so. In fact it always felt like the most natural reaction to a crisis. But when the storm past she was always the one left behind while everyone sailed on to their own personal happiness, forgetting she was the one who held them while the seas raged. She prepared to do the same for Sam, knowing if anyone needed comfort it would be him.

"What's wrong" Sam asked scooting closer to Mercedes. She hadn't noticed that her emotions and thoughts were wearing on her face. She acted like all of her friends moving on didn't effect her, but it slightly broke her heart.

"Oh" she snapped out of her trance smiling weakly "Nothing. Just thinking about, you know, stuff"

"Look, Quinn will be fine" Sam sighed figuring Mercedes was worried about her. He didn't know as much as he wanted to learn about Mercedes, but he did know that she was the one who took care of Quinn during her last months of pregnancy. And it was Mercedes idea. That always intrigued him about her. How someone who barely spoke to a girl could open her heart and home to her without a second thought. He wondered if she even fully knew how much her act affected Quinn. To the point that the main reason she gave her services to his family was a way to pass on what Mercedes had given her, a real taste of what it meant to be selfless. He was surprised to hear it from the slender blonde when she confessed it to him one of the nights he returned late from work. After that, he knew he wanted to learn more about Mercedes. She was the reason he even agreed to go to Junior Prom. He figured that if he split his time between Rachel, whom he figured was whom she set out to the world, and Mercedes, who hid herself, he would get a better understanding of who she was. Until that point all he knew about her was that she had an amazing voice, an interesting sense of style, and loved being a diva.

"Yeah" Mercedes agreed looking at her fingers. "But there is a Quinn that people don't get to see. I mean yeah she can be manipulative, and sneaky, but she is also very vulnerable. "

"Yeah, she's not bad just… lost" Sam observed as he checked another characteristic of Mercedes off in his head: Her willingness to see the good in others. "But we all are at some point" he added admitting to his self that he was still finding his way.

"Well if she finds herself soon, you guys can probably work out the whole cheating thing" Mercedes shrugged with a weak smile. She wanted to encourage him to go after what she figured he wanted.

Sam's brows furrowed as he sat up and leaned closer into Mercedes. "Work what out?"

"You know your relationship" Mercedes shrugged genuinely confused by his reaction to her suggestion. "I mean you guys are in a better place now, so you can build on that."

"We are in a better place" Sam agreed. "A place I want to stay with her. And that's friends. I don't think I can trust her with my heart again" he sat back looking out to the water wondering why Mercedes would even suggest he get back with Quinn when it was her he was out with. He was being honest when he said he was content where he was with Quinn. In his nights staring at the motel ceiling he had time to work out in his head what happened between them. It came down to being used. He cared for Quinn, but he also used her to get a great leg up in the social hierarchy of McKinley. And in turn she used him to date the starting Quarter Back to cement hers. And if he hadn't been injured, and Finn taken his place, they may have still been together living a lie of perfection, when all it was where two insecure people living out what all they thought they wanted. He would still be fighting his ability to speak Na'vi, a feet he was proud of considering his learning disability, while Quinn would continue to pretend she wasn't still emotionally scared from being a teen mom.

Quinn continued on in her path, while aiming for the title of Prom Queen, a shallow label that will only mean something to people in Lima. While real life came and hit Sam in the face, waking him up to what is genuinely important in life. Although he was still bitter about his current situation, he was also thankful for it, allowing him see just how idiotic and petty he was.

Sam looked over to the round faced girl sitting next to him and smiled. He knew that his situation gave him another shot to start fresh and to go solely with his emotions, and not with his ambitions. He gently reached into her lap and laced his fingers through hers. He smiled at the contrast in their hands, hers small, brown, and soft, while his was large, pale and rough from guitar stings. But in that moment it just felt like a perfect fit.

Mercedes gulped as the warmth from his hand surged into her body. Her pulse quickened as her mind raced. "What is this?" she asked again. She looked over to Sam who was gazing at their fingers. She fought the feeling racing through her. She couldn't like him. He would just leave her like the rest of the people she helped. But why did this feel so… different. She looked up to his face and he was looking deep into her eyes, smiling warmly.

"Okay Sam" Mercedes stood, forcing Sam to release her hand. She was unable to hold her tongue any longer. "What is this? I mean… Okay I know we went to Prom on a three way date. And I know we've talk way more than we did before that night. And I understand that you asked me to hang out to day. But I… I have to know what this is" she sighed as she pointed between them. "I mean if you want to just be friends that's fine. I just have to ask that… when everything is good in your life again, don't just disappear. I've had that enough in my life and I really can't take it again." She sighed finally admitting she was tired of feeling used. "But if you… if this is more then I need to know cause I'm not sure and whenever I think a guy likes me, I end up totally wrong about it. So, I just think its better that I ask you out loud right now, than to sit here and assume and make an ass out of me"

Sam sat in silence. He assumed he had given her all of the signals that he liked her. He'd asked her out, sprung for lunch, well what he could afford, and been affectionate but not too much. He couldn't understand why she didn't get it. "Well" he stood slowly, facing her "I know it wasn't much, but I was hoping that you would see this as a date. I know I can't afford too much right now but, if you can wait until I, you know, can do better, that you would like to go out again" he rambled, nervous that his mouth had talked him out of another date.

Mercedes froze. She wanted to shrink down and run off. The first boy who actually liked her enough to ask her out, and she yells at him and makes him feel self-conscious of his financial situation. "No wonder I'm still alone" she thought. "Oh" she sighed as embarrassment raced through her. "I'm sorry, no this was great" she stammered. "It's just I… I…" she was lost for words. "Thank you" she said shyly looking down at her feet.

"Your welcome" he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted to do more but-"

"Sam this is so sweet" she cut him off. "It's just, no ones ever asked me out. So I wasn't sure how you felt. If you just needed someone to talk to or if you wanted…" she was so in shock at the possibility of more she couldn't even say it. "I just wasn't sure. I mean I'm not the most sought after girl so being asked out and being liked and holding hands. It's all new to me. I'm sorry" She admitted, feeling like she assumed confessional would feel like. Her face turned red. She briskly walked over to the railing of the water front hoping for an off the water breeze to kick up, to cool her. She closed her eyes, scared that if she looked into his face she would see him realize what she said was true and wonder what the hell he was doing, and talk himself out of liking her.

She suddenly felt two large hands wrap around her waist, and link in the front of her stomach, right over her belly button. Her stomach flipped as she felt his chin rest on her shoulder. She heard his light breathing in her ear, setting a slow and steady rhythm for her heart to follow. Her body stiffened at the contact. Sensing it, Sam began to pull back scared he'd over stepped his boundaries. Feeling that he was letting her go she quickly placed her hands on his saying "No" pleading for him not to. He smiled lightly and wrapped her in his arms again. They stood there silent, allowing her to get use to his form of affection.

"It's okay" Sam drawled in her ear. "I get it, I have to tell you exactly what I mean, and take it slow, got it" he smiled.

Mercedes nodded tentatively. She turned in his arm, coming face to face with his chest. His hands rested at the small of her back, as he pulled her into him. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. "And I'm not letting you go, as a friend or otherwise" he reassured her as he gave her a tight squeeze. A promise he had every intention of keeping. "Even if it seems like everyone else has, I'm not. I like being here, with you, like this. And I'm ready to learn more about you, if you let me" he grinned.

She looked up into his sea green eyes and smiled. "Thank you for a great first date" she blushed.

"Second" Sam smiled. "The first was Prom"

"That was a three way date" she giggled lightly placing her forehead to his collar bone. "It doesn't really count."

"No. Rachel brought Jessie, forfeiting my dating services for the night. So if anyone ever asks, I took only you to prom. Our first date" Sam explained.

"Oh" Mercedes smiled. "Well, thanks for a great second date" she corrected herself.

"Oh baby, you just wait to see what I have in store for the third" Sam grinned as he unwrapped his arms from her waist, taking her hand in his, and pulled her as they began to walk back to the hotel.

"Really?" Mercedes giggled. "Sure you want another one with me?" she joked.

Sam turned to her and smiled "I want as many as you will allow me to have"