Made By Hevans (Glee: SamxKurt)
Title: Mercedes
Author: sano_fujitezu
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam+Kurt, Mercedes
Author Notes: Dedicated to my very own Kurt, my best friend, Chris.
Warning: Spoilers for 2x7 'The Substitute' and FLUFF
Disclaimer: Glee is not my property.
Summary: Sam's take on the friendship between Kurt and Mercedes.
Author’s note: Thank you to all the people who’ve been sending me love! I wasn’t even planning to write anything but Hevans just woke me up. Also, these moments take place in any timeline of the series, and they are not in chronological order.
This fic is dedicated to my best friend, Chris, my very own Kurt.
Drabble 4: Mercedes
Before Sam Evans came into Kurt Hummel’s life, there was Mercedes Jones. The sassy diva who once had a huge crush on the countertenor slowly developed into an irreplaceable feature into Kurt’s life. They shopped together, gossiped with each relentlessly and texted each other madly every single day.
And no man can ever come between that fashionably-dusted bond.
“If you don’t man up soon, Evans, it’ll only be a matter of time before Blaine gets him.” For some reason this pair of best friends had a habit of breaking in on Sam’s after-practice shower, spoke their piece and always left a sputtering quarterback. But it was those words from Mercedes that finally marshaled Sam into pursuing Kurt, and she never let him forget it.
Mercedes was like a Grizzly bear, ferocious, snaps at anything suspicious and fiercely protective of the people that she loves. Since he was Kurt’s boyfriend, he was glad to have been part of that inner circle of protection. Because the way Mercedes cuts with her words would down any man, and Sam was infinitely happy to have been spared the damage.
He already told Kurt about this and his boyfriend told him how sweet he was and to never mention the ‘Grizzly bear’ comparison to Mercedes, unless he wanted to find himself stuffed into the nearest manhole.
Not only was he welcomed into the Hummel-Jones fold, but he was brought along on many of their outings. He was there when they picked out Mercedes’ outfit for her first date with Anthony. He was the designated driver on their monthly Broadway theater trips and was always welcomed into their traditional Thursday movie night.
Kurt and Mercedes claim that it was a night of catching up on chick flicks and romantic-comedies but in truth, it was only another method for the friends to gossip about anything and anyone under the sun while whatever movie was popped into the DVD and set to mute. Two hours of talking about make-up, clothes and the dating cycle in McKinley would’ve driven any teenage boy crazy, but Sam took on any opportunity to hang out with his boyfriend.
Even if he had to hear the words, ‘Taylor Lautner’ and ‘Marc Jacobs’ so many times.
Hmm… maybe this Lautner guy designed really great clothes. Kurt was gushing all over how perfect the lines on the form were.
Form? Dammit, he’d watched too much ‘Project Runway’ with Kurt already.
Meanwhile, it was another Thursday night in the living room of the Hummel residence. Sam was sitting on the floor leaning against Kurt’s legs who sat on the sofa, with Mercedes on the other end, prattling on about the appalling pantsuit that Rachel wore to school today.
Sam was always silent during these discussions. He would just munch on his own bowl of popcorn and guzzled down can after can of diet coke which seemed to be stored in the Hummel kitchen by crate. Topics switched so fast that it always reminded him of when he first started learning Na’vi.
He knew some of the words, but he never really made sense of any of it.
Sometimes the quarterback even believed that Kurt and Mercedes shared the same brain, or even had telepathic superpowers. Or they were secretly twins who were separated at birth. At the rate that they finished each other’s sentences, or knew what the other was saying even before they finished speaking.
“Did you see how she-“
“I know! And how he-“
“Ugh! Don’t even get started on how-“
“Well you know how much of a d-“
“Oh, no way… they wouldn’t even be caught dead in such a-“
Stuffing another handful of popcorn into his mouth, Sam vouched for the telepathy theory. Superpowers were always cool.
He was mostly tuning out of the conversation when he heard it.
“The kid has got the hots for you, Kurt.” The blond head whipped around so fast that Mercedes could’ve sworn that the teen injured himself.
“WHAT?! Who is he? When I get my hands on him I’m gonna rip his intestines right out of his a-“ Kurt was half-dragged across the living room trying to restrain his insanely-jealous boyfriend when Mercedes’ voice boomed.
“Down, white boy!” Sam was scared out of his wits at her tone and dropped his car keys to the carpet. Kurt managed to snatch it up and tossed it to Mercedes who caught it in her perfectly-manicured hand.
Placing a hand on her hips, she bit out. “Sit.” Sam quickly obeyed and sat down on the sofa. Mercedes handed him a fresh can of diet coke and Kurt almost laughed when the blond jock downed the whole can in one gulp.
Kurt sat down next to Sam and took his left hand into his own, gently chafing his callused fingers. “Feel better?”
Sam nodded. Then he turned to Mercedes and said, “Who?” Mercedes looked ecstatic over sharing this bit of information, to which Kurt was not amused.
“It’s this guy Brett who’s in Kurt’s English Class. I caught him staring at Kurt several times last week… and I heard him say how much he liked how Kurt looked.”
“Don’t exaggerate, Mercedes. Brett told me how much he liked my jacket. You know, the black trim-lined Urban Excess with the leaves painted over the pockets? He said how cool it looked on me…”
Sam swore that his vision was turning red.
“… then asked if I had any more pot left. He thought they were Marijuana leaves.” Sam burst out laughing together with Mercedes while Kurt folded his arms over his chest in offended pride.
“What? I looked good in it!”
Sam wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and pulled Mercedes down next to him on the couch. “I gotta meet this Brett guy, seems like he’s a really swell kid.”
What the hell? Kurt huffed and grabbed the bowl from the coffee table to get a refill in the kitchen. For a moment he was totally enjoying the little green monster that reared its head. He just wished that Sam had given him a few more minutes to bask in its violent glory.
He grudgingly nuked a new batch of popcorn and grabbed another pack of diet coke from the fridge and was walking back to the living room when he caught Mercedes’ outburst after Sam whispered something into her ear.
“No, I am NOT gonna *accidentally* push him down the stairs! You are one crazy white boy, Evans.”
Pretending he didn’t hear them, he sat down next to Sam on the couch, took his arm and placed it around his shoulders, grabbed the remote and turned up the volume on ‘The Devil wears Prada,’ a small smile playing on his lips.
The End
Author’s notes: Brett was probably my favorite character on Glee 2x7 ‘The Substitute.’ I just wanted to give him my love.
“You smell homeless, Brett. Homeless.”
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