*cough* Listen to Kiss Me- Ed Sheeran during a certain part. *wink* It was on replay while I was writing it.

On with the show!


Sam knew it was going to be bad before the storm even hit. The sky was closer to the ground as the bubbling clouds came boiling in and the air was thick while cool winds took over the warm humidity. The winds were the first sign that the weather was going to take an unexpected turn. The heavy, harsh, rain came next followed by thunder and crashing lightning. A concoction to end all summer weather concoction.

He managed to make it into his apartment just before the brunt of the storm hit. The power was going to go out, he was positive. It always went out during the really bad storms and tonight, it was going to be a really bad storm.

The sound of thunder made Sam jump in his bed as he flipped through his tablet later that night, the pictures of the engaged couples he'd taken a week before growing fuzzy. He pulled the charger out of the iPad, just to be safe and scooted up closer to the headboard. It wasn't that he was afraid of thunderstorms, he was a grown man. But the claps of thunder and flashes of lightning put him on edge. It always had. And he swore that he could feel an invisible pain in the back of his head because of the tormenting weather.

Sam lifted his head as the lights flickered above his head. He wouldn't even know the first place to look for his flashlight. Did he even own one besides the app installed on his phone? This lights danced yet again, shutting off seconds after the flashing stopped. Sam sighed, the glow of his iPad the only light in his dark room. He stood, using his tablet to guide him out of his room.

"Oh come on," he complained, stubbing his sock covered foot on the side table in his living room as he shuffled towards the window. He peaked through the blinds and sighed, seeing that it wasn't just his building but the entire block that was out of power. Sam dropped his head, using the dim light to search for his phone. He stumbled forward, tripping over the foot of his chair and hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow," he groaned, rolling onto his back. He looked up as his front door opened and a flash of light blinded him.

"Hey," Mercedes said, her flashlight in hand. Sam could tell she was smiling just from the way she greeted him.

"Hey," he grinned. "Power's out."

She chuckled, bringing the light to rest under her chin as if she was going to tell a scary story. "Anyone ever tell you how observant you are? Wanna come over? I have candles."

"I have my iPad," he joked, hearing the device buzz beside him. "That's dying."

"Come on," she said, extending a hand. Sam took it and stood, dusting himself off.

"Thanks," he mumbled, following her out of his apartment and into hers. It was lighted, as if her power were still on, from the candles spaced around her living room.

"Sorry if it's hot," she said, shutting the door and clicking her flashlight off. "I had the air off when the power went out and I'm too afraid to open the windows."

Sam smirked and went to take a seat on her sofa.

"No," she shook her head. "Come on, the bedroom's cooler."

He hesitated, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. Bedroom spelled out problems. Bedroom meant they were going to be close and Sam wasnt sure he could handle close. He was probably going to break or worse. Lose it.

Mercedes turned around in the doorway of her room and laughed at the perplexed look on his face.

"I'm not gonna ravish you Sam."

"I-I know."

"Come on then," she nodded, walking into her room. Sam followed, taking in her room. Just as elegant as her living room was. Creams and purples accented the large room, including the several pillows on her large bed.

"Why do women have so many pillows?" Sam asked with a crooked smile.

"I don't know about other women but I have so many because sleeping alone in a king size bed can get pretty lonely," she shrugged, throwing herself onto her bed and snuggling close to her pillows. "They're all my friends. Especially Antonio."

"Antonio?" he rose an eyebrow.

"My body pillow," she said, sitting up and pulling the pillow in question out. "Dont laugh but I spray Axe on him ever few days and I sleep with him. There's nothing like being held when you're asleep but Antonio is good for now."

Sam nodded, walking closer to the bed. "I don't know if that's sad or clever."

"Maybe both," she smirked, patting the spot next to her. "Sit."

He cautiously sat on the bed and rested opposite of her, his shoulders against the headboard while Mercedes' feet danced beside him.

"I kinda wish I'd charged my phone before the power went out. I was texting that guy from Duane Reade."

Sam stiffened and nodded, trying his hardest not to clench his jaw. "Oh?"

"Yeah. He asked me out. Again. I turned him down, again."

He rose an eyebrow. "You turned him down a first time?"

"Mhm," she hummed.


She cut her eyes to him, her face serious. "Why do you think?"

Sam didn't want to answer. So he let it float in the air, a lump forming in his throat. He knew the exact reason why she'd turned down Duane Reade guy and if he were being honest he was relieved. He shouldnt be. It was unfair for him to be relieved but he was. He didn't even want to think how he'd handle seeing her date someone. He already felt like ripping his hair out when Stevie innocently flirted with her.

"You know what I'd love right now?" she asked.


"An ice cream sandwich. And not just a regular one but one of those ice cream sandwiches with Neapolitan in the middle."

Sam smiled fondly. "I used to love those."

"Right," she laughed. "They were the best. And add a little peanut butter to it and it's orgasmic."

He made a disgusted face and cringed. "Ugh, no. Peanut butter and ice cream?"

"Yes," she exclaimed. "It's the perfect combination. Where have you been?"

"Living under a rock apparently."

"Obviously. What about you? What weird food thing can you not live without?"

Sam clasped his hands over his chest and tried to think. "I don't really have one. I'm normal."

Mercedes squinted, playfully hitting him in the shoulder with her foot.

"Ow, okay, okay," he said. "Um, my dad used to eat liver and I used to steal bites but that's it."

"Liver?" she frowned. "Like cow liver?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Dont make that face since you eat peanut butter and ice cream."

"Fine, no judgment," she smiled, dropping her feet from the headboard. "You've never really talked about your dad before."

"I haven't?"

"Nope. All I know is that he died when you were young."

Sam nodded and slid down the bed, resting his head in hand. "Yeah, I was 14."

"What happened?" she questioned. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, it's not that. It's just that I don't talk about him a lot with anyone outside of Stevie and my mom."

"Not even Puck or Mike?"

Sam shook his head.

"Not even Darcy?"

He froze at the mention of his ex-fiancee and cleared his throat. His father wasn't a subject that he and Darcy actively talked about. It wasn't even until their second year of dating that she found out his father had died of a heart attack.

It wasn't that he'd wanted to keep that part of him to himself, he just didn't think it meant anything if he talked about it. What would it accomplish? All that would end up happening is that he'd remember being a teenage boy, staring at the grass as they lowered his father into the ground.

"No, not even her," he finally spoke. He lifted himself up a bit, to where he could look at her better and licked his lips. "I think he was my first best friend. And it's hilarious that anyone would even consider him a friend since he was such a... such a..."

What word could best describe his father? Curmudgeon?

"Stick in the mud?" Mercedes tried to fill in.

"Ass," Sam chuckled. "My dad was an ass. He wasn't the most friendly person. If he didn't like you, he'd tell you. He cursed like a sailor, loved baseball a little too much but he was a great dad and a good man. I remember one time he and I went to a game for my 12th birthday. And this guy kept blocking my view of the field. I'd never heard so many curse words before in my life. On the way home all he kept saying was, don't tell your mother-damn it-dont tell your mother."

Mercedes laughed, staring up at him. "Typical Dad phrase."

"Yeah. But he was far from being the typical dad. He was extraordinary in all the right ways."

Sam swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He'd never openly talked about his father this much with anyone before. Even when the elder Evans man came up in conversation with Mary or Stevie, it was in passing and ended quickly before anyone could remember just how much they truly missed him. Twelve years or not, it was always going to hurt like it did that day his mother told him his father was gone.

Mercedes reached over and thumbed away a stray tear that had escaped his red eyes, her own glistening the more he spoke.

"Who's more like him, you or Stevie?" she asked.

"Stevie," he said. "Definitely him. He has Dad's confidence. I missed out on that."

She shook her head and moved her hand away. "There's a difference between confidence and arrogance, you know."

He smiled appreciatively and nodded. "I know. I have a feeling he would have liked you though."



"What about me?" She scooted closer to him, her head near his knees as her feet dangled over the bed.

"Well, he'd love your sense of humor. And that you are not above criminal activity."

"It was one time," she laughed. "I just picked that lock to get my lamp."

"You never did tell me about the lamp. Why was it so important?"

"Stories for another time," she said simply. "But finish telling me all the ways your dad would like me."

Sam chuckled, and looked down at her. "Well, he'd like how calm you are. And how things don't seem to phase you."

"Not true," she shook her head. "Things phase me. I'm actually really sensitive. I just give the illusion that I've got this tough skin but I cry all the time."

"No you don't," Sam scoffed in disbelief.

"I do. I've always been really sensitive. I just try to hide it. But keep going."

"Where did I leave off on?"

"My calmness."

"Right," he nodded. "Well, you're a pretty face for one, and he'd love that. He might have even flirted with you."

"You think I'm pretty?" she said, playfully poking his leg.

"I think you're more than pretty. I think you're beautiful," he said honestly, a small smile on his face. Sam stared at her, his entire body warming as her brown eyes raked over him. It was like he was having an out of body experience as he sat up and crawled towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. Thoughts sped through his mind, warning him not to do exactly what he wanted to do, but he ignored them. He didn't have it in him to pull away. Not right now. Not tonight while the storm was raging outside.

He wanted to give in. To stop fighting it and to just give in. Give in to her and in to him and in to those feelings he'd spent so long pushing away.

At least for now.

Maybe tomorrow he could go back to fighting. But for now, the only energy he had left was to hover over her and watch as she held her breath.

Before either could react, their lips were touching in a gentle kiss. It was different then the night of her birthday, where they were both drunk and hungrily devouring each other. This kiss was gentle, her fingers ghosting over the nape of his neck and his over her hips. Thunder crashed outside, followed by a bright flash of lightening but Sam didn't flinch. He was so pulled in by her that nothing else in that moment mattered. Not the weather, not the fact that she was his best friend and that this could quite literally ruin everything. All that mattered was her lips against his, and her vanilla scent that he just couldn't seem to get enough of.

"What are you doing?" Mercedes asked breathlessly, her eyes still closed.

"I don't know," he mumbled, stroking her cheek. "Do you want me to stop?"

She opened her eyes at his question and slowly shook her head. "No."

Half of his body was cold when Sam woke up the next morning, the other half warmed by Mercedes curled up next to him. His arm was numb as it wrapped around her but he didn't dare move. Not when she looked so peaceful, breathing gently as her eyes danced back and forth beneath her eyelids. She was dreaming and from the small smile on her lips, it was a good dream. He threaded his fingers through her hair and smiled gently while the other hand delicately ran over her face. If he were being honest with himself, he was okay with waking up like this. He shifted slightly, wincing when she moved with him and pulled her closer, until she was practically on top of him. He was doing everything he said he wouldn't do. That he wouldn't kiss her again, touch her again, breathe her in again but he couldn't help it anymore. He was going to selfishly indulge, even for these few moments before his feet touched the ground.

"Good morning," Mercedes said, her eyes fluttering open. "You're staring."

"I know," he answered. "The lights are back on."

"Those observation skills are still on point the morning after, I see," she quipped.

"Of course," he nodded, gazing down at her.

She squirmed under his gaze and scrunched her nose. "What?"

"Nothing... What time do you have to be at the diner?"

She shrugged. "Soon probably. But I have no idea what time it is, remember?"

"Right," he nodded, freely reaching over and brushing an eyelash off her cheek. What was wrong with him? Why was he just suddenly letting himself touch her?

"I should probably get ready so I don't get fired though," she whispered, slowly pulling away from Sam.

He sighed as her hair dragged across his arm and she crawled off the bed. He was afraid to move even half an inch. If he moved, everything would be real and he'd be torn from the haze he was in. And he wasn't sure he wanted to wake up just yet.


He looked over to her as she pinned her hair up and lifted his head. "Yeah?"

"Do you maybe wanna meet up after work or something. So we can... Talk?"

He reluctantly stood up and straightened out his jeans before nodding with a grin. "Okay."

"Okay," she smiled back at him. "Good. Well I'd better get dressed."

"Right," he jumped, as if he'd just realized he was in her room and he needed to go. "I'll see you later. For the talk."

"Dont make it sound like I'm trying to tell you about the birds and the bees," she giggled.

"Sorry." As if his feet were still stuck, he urged himself towards the bedroom door.

"Wait," she called, bouncing over to him and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. He leaned forward as she pulled away, not nearly ready for the kiss to be over with. She rested her forehead against his and sighed. "So I wasn't dreaming."

Sam shook his head. "No."

"Good," she grinned, her hands on his chest. "See you later."

"See you later," he repeated, stepping back until there was at least a foot between them. He walked backward, never taking his eyes off of her until there was nothing for him to see but her apartment door. He stood, stock still for a few moments, staring at the numbers on her door. A smile crept up on his lips as he walked back to his apartment, a small pip in his step. They'd just spent the night talking and sharing a few kisses and now, he felt like he was ready to sing in the rain, as off key as it would be. But it was okay.

Maybe he wouldn't go back to fighting his feelings today. Maybe today, he'd just give in a little more; just a little more so that this new high didn't stop.

As soon as Sam was inside his apartment, he was searching for his most likely dead phone. He was probably late for work and had at least four messages from Puck and Sebastian but he wasnt going to be in until he found his phone. His search halted when he heard a soft knock at his front door and he lifted his head with a confused frown. If it was Stevie or Mercedes, they would have opened the door already. And Mike and Puck would have called. He walked over to the door and opened it with a gasp, meeting a familiar pair of eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but his words struggled to get out. Why was she here? Why was he just gaping at her like a fish? He could be in shock. Sam decided that's the reason he was frozen in his spot, barely blinking. Barely breathing. He was in utter and complete shock. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd pass out from lack of oxygen and wake up with everyone leaning over him screaming GOTCHA, before they all shared a laugh.

Sam managed to close his mouth as the air dried against his tongue and licked his lips, trying to figure out just what to say in the moment. There was nothing to say, or comment or ask. All he could will himself to do was blink a few more times, and mutter her name.


She turned around, a hand placed on her protruding belly and a shaky smile on her thin lips. "Hi Sammy. Can I come in?"

A/N: CLIIFFFYYYYYYY Now, for those of you who follow me and all my other stories, you know I love a good cliffhanger. And I normally do it right before I know it's gonna take me a minute to update haha. Which it will. I start my new job on Monday (bout to make that skrilla) so updates might have longer wait times. Not terribly long because I wanna get back to the happy shit since the angst is coming in. And boy is the angst coming in! Now, didnt I tell you guys you were going to hate me around ch. 18 and 19. Yeah, I changed everything up. Darcy was not supposed to come back pregnant but she did. I wanna tell you soooo bad what happens but you'll see next chapter. Gotta leave you wanting more. And awww samcedes during the storm. I cant even. Writing it, I was crumbling with feels lol. The kiss, the cuddling, the morning after, ugh. I hope you guys listened to that Ed Sheeran song during that kissing scene because it inspired that scene. If not, go back and reread it lol And Sam finally gave in. And as soon as that happens, Darcy's ass comes in. *sigh* Kym whyyyyyyy, you're probably screaming. I'll tell you why, because it wouldnt be a good story if I just let them be happy and fluffy and kissy face.

Now, last chapters reviews had me rolling. Like you guys are violent haha. Literally every single review had some variation of "I wanna smack Sam." haha. I loved it. And for those who talked about Cedes being all calm cool and collected the next day, of course she is, she's flawless lol. I always love writing Cedes in all my fics as cool. Even if she's a basket case, she's always gonna be cool and confident. I'm not about that insecure Mercedes life. I hate reading her written like that too. But that's just me.

Next chapter, we find out what Darcy wants and I hope you guys stick with me because it's about to get... um... well you'll see. Cant tell you yet. But I'll tell you what, the story ends at a wedding. :)

Next Time On Accidentally In Love...

"Arent you going to invite me in?"


"I'm done waiting."

Question time: Why do you think Darcy is there? And how do you think Sam will react?

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