I Was Made For You (Merzimio)
Title: I Was Made For You
Word Count: 1,429
Author: rachelallover
Media: Fan Fiction
Pairing: Mercedes/Azimio
Rating: G
Spoilers: None, AU
Summary: She wanted to be angry; at first, she was. How dare he come back after leaving her with nothing but a broken heart? But she knew, no matter how much she had tried forgetting him in the weeks that had passed, that she never got closure, and she never got over him. Her aching heart was a reminder that she still felt something for Azimio.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ryan Murphy & co. I don't own Glee. Trust me, if I did, this would be on. And Mercedes would have a real story line.
Author’s note: This fic, prompted by baroleobsession, is based off of an RP I am in as Mercedes that had a Merzimio relationship a few months back. Long story short, The Story sort of evolved into their song, and I pretty much associate it with Merzimio every time I hear it. Also, the flashback never explicitly happened in the RP, but I needed something to work with.
Prompt: Cedes finds a CD in her locker with only ONE song: The Story.
“’Cedes? Hello?” Kurt waved his hand in front of his best friend’s face, trying to catch her attention.
“Uh, yeah, that’s the thorax,” she said absently, turning back to scribble a few notes on her worksheet.
Kurt rolled his eyes as he shoved his Biology book into his bag. “Mercedes, I finished the lab five minutes ago. I asked if you wanted to go to the drive-in tonight.”
“Oh, sorry, I guess I was… distracted,” she said, closing her folder and stacking her books. She wasn’t trying to ignore Kurt, really. She just had a lot on her mind.
He sighed, patting her shoulder. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Kurt asked, knowingly. He kissed the top of her head before grabbing her books for her. “Come to the drive in with Rachel and I tonight, it will be fun!” he urged.
“What’s playing?” she asked as she linked her arm in his as they walked out of the science classroom.
“The Lion King and Harry Potter. And you get the chance to laugh at me wearing those ridiculous 3D glasses,” he drawled.
Mercedes laughed, stopping as they got to her locker. “Yeah, I’d love to,” she smiled. She could definitely use the distraction, and it’d been awhile since she’d had a night with Kurt and Rachel.
Kurt clapped excitedly. “Fabulous! I’ll pick you up at 7!” He handed her books over and kissed her cheek as he skipped away to the language hall for some French club activity.
As she opened her locker to put things away and grab her jacket, a note fell out of it and drifted to the floor. Her eyebrows furrowed as she bent over to pick it up. She unfolded the small index card, and a single line was written in a scrawl that looked all too familiar:
Just listen.
Confused, she looked around, listening intently. However, she found nothing but an empty hallway and heard naught but the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights above her. She shook her head in confusion as she grabbed her coat, and just as she was about to close her locker, she noticed something on the bottom shelf. She stopped, grabbing the object to examine it. It was a CD, no title written on it, and just a blank cover. She looked around again, still finding herself alone.
She hurried through the rain to her car, driving as fast as she dared in the weather. Her CD player had broken the week before, and she hadn’t had a chance to talk to Mr. Hummel about fixing it yet, but her curiosity made her anxious to get home and play the CD.
As she waited for her laptop to boot up, she thought of who would even know her locker combination. Kurt, that was a given, but she’d been helping him with his biology lab. Rachel, she supposed; that girl had a way of knowing everything. But Rachel was at Puck’s house, probably warding off his will to make little Jewish babies with mohawks. Hm, Kurt, Rachel, Tina, maybe… Oh. There was Azimio, too.
No, she wouldn’t think about that. She would not think about how he left; left with not so much as a phone call. The tear in her heart tugged, and she winced at the thought. Nope, she was not thinking about it at all.
Yeah, that’s right, he left. So it wasn’t him, either, she thought bitterly. So, who the hell could it have been?
She inserted the disc into the drive and waited for iTunes to open the file.
It only had one thing on it labeled “Untitled,” and it was just over 5 minutes long. She pressed play, not really sure what to expect. There was silence for about ten seconds, and she wasn’t sure it was anything, until the voice that came out of her speakers made her heart stop.
Good, you listened.
Was that..? No, it was just because she’d been thinking about him. Her mind was definitely playing a trick on her, right?
Suddenly, her room was filled with a song.
All of these lines across my face,
Tell you the story of who I am.
So many stories of where I’ve been,
And how I got to where I am.
No, not just a song, the song. Their song.
But these stories don’t mean anything,
When you’ve got no one to tell them to.
It’s true, I was made for you.
Her eyes welled with tears as The Story by Brandy Carlile played, blurring her surroundings, and suddenly, she wasn’t in her room anymore.
She was sitting on the end of Az’s bed, wiping her tears with the sleeve of his oversized sweatshirt she’d borrowed to sleep in. He was lying behind her, his arm lazily wrapped around her waist.
---
He’d agreed to watch Grey’s Anatomy with her because UFC wouldn’t be on for another hour or more, and they’d already watched his measly collection of movies. Mercedes heard him laugh lightly as she sniffed, and she slapped his leg.
“Shut up! I’m invested in the show, alright?” He laughed again before leaning up to kiss her cheek.
“I’m not sure how much I can get into this sappy stuff, but it’s cute how much you love it,” he said, lying back down, perched up on his elbow.
“You know, I do kinda like this song, though,” he said, listening closely to the words. When the show had cut to commercial, Mercedes laid next to him.
“Damn this show, I always cry,” she mumbled.
“You know, I know you’ve dedicated some songs to me and… and well I’m not into much more than rap and stuff, but I think I wanna dedicate that one to you.”
She looked at him, puzzled. “Which one?”
“The one that was on your show.” He waved his hand at the T.V. “The Story or whatever it’s called. Don’t expect me to try and sing it, I’m hella tone deaf. But I can really relate to the words.”
She smiled up at him, tears building up again in her eyes. “’Cause even when I was flat broke, you made me feel like a million bucks, you do. And I was made for you,” she sang, before jumping on him and attacking his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
---
She was brought back to reality when the song ended, and the sound of his voice hit her ears again.
Do I have your attention yet? Look, what I did… it was fucked up, and I know you hate me. I don’t want it to seem like making this is a cop out, but I know firsthand how hard you can hit, and I was hopin’ maybe this would cushion the blow. I didn’t leave because I wanted to, and I haven’t called because I haven’t been able to. There’s a lot I have to say and explain… Just, do me one thing, please? Meet me at the park tonight around 6? The one I picked you up at last winter? I still love you, Mercedes. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t listened to that song, or that I haven’t thought of you. Hell, it is true. I was made for you. I’ll be waiting, hoping to see you.
The track ended, and Mercedes sat in shock, silent but for the small sobs escaping her throat.
She wanted to be angry; at first, she was. How dare he come back after leaving her with nothing but a broken heart? But she knew, no matter how much she had tried forgetting him in the weeks that had passed, that she never got closure, and she never got over him. Her aching heart was a reminder that she still felt something for Azimio.
After listening to it at least 5 times, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Kurt.
Hey, I won’t be able to make it tonight, something came up. I’ll call you later. Xoxo
She had to go; if not for him, than for her heart, because after listening to that, there’d be no way she could move on without it healing crooked and crippled.
Word Count: 1,429
Author: rachelallover
Media: Fan Fiction
Pairing: Mercedes/Azimio
Rating: G
Spoilers: None, AU
Summary: She wanted to be angry; at first, she was. How dare he come back after leaving her with nothing but a broken heart? But she knew, no matter how much she had tried forgetting him in the weeks that had passed, that she never got closure, and she never got over him. Her aching heart was a reminder that she still felt something for Azimio.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ryan Murphy & co. I don't own Glee. Trust me, if I did, this would be on. And Mercedes would have a real story line.
Author’s note: This fic, prompted by baroleobsession, is based off of an RP I am in as Mercedes that had a Merzimio relationship a few months back. Long story short, The Story sort of evolved into their song, and I pretty much associate it with Merzimio every time I hear it. Also, the flashback never explicitly happened in the RP, but I needed something to work with.
Prompt: Cedes finds a CD in her locker with only ONE song: The Story.
“’Cedes? Hello?” Kurt waved his hand in front of his best friend’s face, trying to catch her attention.
“Uh, yeah, that’s the thorax,” she said absently, turning back to scribble a few notes on her worksheet.
Kurt rolled his eyes as he shoved his Biology book into his bag. “Mercedes, I finished the lab five minutes ago. I asked if you wanted to go to the drive-in tonight.”
“Oh, sorry, I guess I was… distracted,” she said, closing her folder and stacking her books. She wasn’t trying to ignore Kurt, really. She just had a lot on her mind.
He sighed, patting her shoulder. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Kurt asked, knowingly. He kissed the top of her head before grabbing her books for her. “Come to the drive in with Rachel and I tonight, it will be fun!” he urged.
“What’s playing?” she asked as she linked her arm in his as they walked out of the science classroom.
“The Lion King and Harry Potter. And you get the chance to laugh at me wearing those ridiculous 3D glasses,” he drawled.
Mercedes laughed, stopping as they got to her locker. “Yeah, I’d love to,” she smiled. She could definitely use the distraction, and it’d been awhile since she’d had a night with Kurt and Rachel.
Kurt clapped excitedly. “Fabulous! I’ll pick you up at 7!” He handed her books over and kissed her cheek as he skipped away to the language hall for some French club activity.
As she opened her locker to put things away and grab her jacket, a note fell out of it and drifted to the floor. Her eyebrows furrowed as she bent over to pick it up. She unfolded the small index card, and a single line was written in a scrawl that looked all too familiar:
Just listen.
Confused, she looked around, listening intently. However, she found nothing but an empty hallway and heard naught but the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights above her. She shook her head in confusion as she grabbed her coat, and just as she was about to close her locker, she noticed something on the bottom shelf. She stopped, grabbing the object to examine it. It was a CD, no title written on it, and just a blank cover. She looked around again, still finding herself alone.
She hurried through the rain to her car, driving as fast as she dared in the weather. Her CD player had broken the week before, and she hadn’t had a chance to talk to Mr. Hummel about fixing it yet, but her curiosity made her anxious to get home and play the CD.
As she waited for her laptop to boot up, she thought of who would even know her locker combination. Kurt, that was a given, but she’d been helping him with his biology lab. Rachel, she supposed; that girl had a way of knowing everything. But Rachel was at Puck’s house, probably warding off his will to make little Jewish babies with mohawks. Hm, Kurt, Rachel, Tina, maybe… Oh. There was Azimio, too.
No, she wouldn’t think about that. She would not think about how he left; left with not so much as a phone call. The tear in her heart tugged, and she winced at the thought. Nope, she was not thinking about it at all.
Yeah, that’s right, he left. So it wasn’t him, either, she thought bitterly. So, who the hell could it have been?
She inserted the disc into the drive and waited for iTunes to open the file.
It only had one thing on it labeled “Untitled,” and it was just over 5 minutes long. She pressed play, not really sure what to expect. There was silence for about ten seconds, and she wasn’t sure it was anything, until the voice that came out of her speakers made her heart stop.
Good, you listened.
Was that..? No, it was just because she’d been thinking about him. Her mind was definitely playing a trick on her, right?
Suddenly, her room was filled with a song.
All of these lines across my face,
Tell you the story of who I am.
So many stories of where I’ve been,
And how I got to where I am.
No, not just a song, the song. Their song.
But these stories don’t mean anything,
When you’ve got no one to tell them to.
It’s true, I was made for you.
Her eyes welled with tears as The Story by Brandy Carlile played, blurring her surroundings, and suddenly, she wasn’t in her room anymore.
She was sitting on the end of Az’s bed, wiping her tears with the sleeve of his oversized sweatshirt she’d borrowed to sleep in. He was lying behind her, his arm lazily wrapped around her waist.
---
He’d agreed to watch Grey’s Anatomy with her because UFC wouldn’t be on for another hour or more, and they’d already watched his measly collection of movies. Mercedes heard him laugh lightly as she sniffed, and she slapped his leg.
“Shut up! I’m invested in the show, alright?” He laughed again before leaning up to kiss her cheek.
“I’m not sure how much I can get into this sappy stuff, but it’s cute how much you love it,” he said, lying back down, perched up on his elbow.
“You know, I do kinda like this song, though,” he said, listening closely to the words. When the show had cut to commercial, Mercedes laid next to him.
“Damn this show, I always cry,” she mumbled.
“You know, I know you’ve dedicated some songs to me and… and well I’m not into much more than rap and stuff, but I think I wanna dedicate that one to you.”
She looked at him, puzzled. “Which one?”
“The one that was on your show.” He waved his hand at the T.V. “The Story or whatever it’s called. Don’t expect me to try and sing it, I’m hella tone deaf. But I can really relate to the words.”
She smiled up at him, tears building up again in her eyes. “’Cause even when I was flat broke, you made me feel like a million bucks, you do. And I was made for you,” she sang, before jumping on him and attacking his lips. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
---
She was brought back to reality when the song ended, and the sound of his voice hit her ears again.
Do I have your attention yet? Look, what I did… it was fucked up, and I know you hate me. I don’t want it to seem like making this is a cop out, but I know firsthand how hard you can hit, and I was hopin’ maybe this would cushion the blow. I didn’t leave because I wanted to, and I haven’t called because I haven’t been able to. There’s a lot I have to say and explain… Just, do me one thing, please? Meet me at the park tonight around 6? The one I picked you up at last winter? I still love you, Mercedes. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t listened to that song, or that I haven’t thought of you. Hell, it is true. I was made for you. I’ll be waiting, hoping to see you.
The track ended, and Mercedes sat in shock, silent but for the small sobs escaping her throat.
She wanted to be angry; at first, she was. How dare he come back after leaving her with nothing but a broken heart? But she knew, no matter how much she had tried forgetting him in the weeks that had passed, that she never got closure, and she never got over him. Her aching heart was a reminder that she still felt something for Azimio.
After listening to it at least 5 times, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Kurt.
Hey, I won’t be able to make it tonight, something came up. I’ll call you later. Xoxo
She had to go; if not for him, than for her heart, because after listening to that, there’d be no way she could move on without it healing crooked and crippled.