“I’m done! She can get married in a damn paper bag and eat cheese and crackers at the reception for all I care because I don’t need this shit!” Santana fumed, storming out of Mercedes’s work room and into the front area of the loft. Sam heard the commotion and came out of his office to see Tina, Quinn and Sugar following the angry TroubleTone to the front door.
“Hey hey, what’s going on? Why are you guys leaving?” he asked, walking over and holding his hands up.
“Because we’re sick of Aretha’s bullshit!” Santana snapped.
“She’s being a bit unreasonable,” Quinn added, rubbing her temples.
“I mean we all know she’s a diva but now I feel like I’m on some warped reality show,” Tina said, sighing. “At one point, Sugar tried to bribe her into not sending the menus for the reception back. And now she wants to change locations after everything is already set up at the gardens and she STILL won’t settle on a wedding dress design.”
“I know it’s her special day and all but I almost hit her,” Sugar told him calmly.
Sam looked at the women and sighed before rubbing a hand over his face. He knew nothing about the plans they were talking about because Mercedes insisted on handling almost everything except for the guest list and his tux, but he kind of felt bad for his friends as they told him how irrational his fiancé was being.
“Okay just…don’t go. She really needs all of your help,” he said.
“Nope! I’ve had it. I’m so—”
“Just let me talk to her!” he interrupted. Santana raised an eyebrow and folded her arms.
“Fine. But after fifteen minutes, we’re leaving.”
At that, Sam left them in the front hall and went to the work room that had been transformed (basically) into a bridal studio to see Mercedes. When he walked in, she was sitting on the table, which was covered in cutouts and menus and lists and many other things that made his head spin. Her arms were folded and she was glaring out the window, her mouth in a pout. He almost laughed.
“Cedes?” She looked up when she heard her name and sighed when she saw him, pouting more if possible. “The girls say you’re being unreasonable.”
“Oh I’m being unreasonable!?” she yelled. He winced. “GOD FORBID I want my wedding day to be perfect! They knew what they were signing up for! Nothing is right, Sam! It’s all wrong and this wedding is gonna be a damn zoo and I’m the only one who knows how to fix everything because all they do is stand around and give me dumb suggestions! I have half a mind to…” She trailed off when she realized how close he was. He’d somehow closed the space between them and was settled between her legs.
When she stopped talking, he leaned in and gave her a series of feather light kisses that she eventually returned. He grinned and began to nibble on her bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from the diva.
“Just hear them out, okay?” he whispered against her lips.
“Don’t do that,” she said, attempting to look away but failing. He smirked and kissed her again.
“You know what I’m talking about. The thing where you distract me with the sex growl and your lips so I can just agree to anything,” she said, rolling her eyes. He smiled and ran his hands down her sides and under her dress to her thighs where he gripped her, his fingers sinking slightly into her skin.
“All I’m asking is that you go easier on your girlfriends. They really want to help you so don’t make it difficult for them. The location we picked is perfect and you’ll look stunning in any dress you pick, so stop stressing okay? If there’s something else you want, they’ll be happy to get it for you if you level with them.”
“I guess…I guess you’re making sense,” she sighed, rolling her neck. “I guess the pressure’s just getting to me.” She shivered when she felt his cool lips against her throat. He pulled away and pecked her lips while simultaneously yanking her panties down her thighs.
“And this is where I’m helpful,” he growled, pushing them down the rest of the way until they dropped to the floor. He closed the gap again, kissing her passionately as he unbuckled his belt and jeans, letting them drop. Her small hands ran down his back and into the fabric of his boxers to squeeze his ass, making him grin into the kiss.
“Want Sammy to make you feel better?” he whispered, his lips still brushing hers due to their proximity. She bit her lip and nodded, practically overflowing by then and he didn’t make her wait, pulling himself out of his boxers and letting her stroke him a few times before smacking her hand away and closing in, sliding into her tight opening to the hilt. They hissed concurrently and she rolled her hips, encouraging him to move. He gripped her thighs tighter and did just that, sucking on her bottom lip as her arms went around his neck to pull him in closer as if possible.
When Sam walked back out to the front of their loft, the girls were sitting on the couch in silence. Santana was glaring at her nails, Tina and Sugar were on their phones and Quinn was reading the copy of Sam’s comic preview that had been on the table.
“Okay ladies, she promised to be nicer now. She just had a lot on her mind,” he said happily, clapping his large hands together.
The girls looked slightly confused and he smiled wider to assure them. Sighing, Santana got up and went back to the room, followed by the others.
Mercedes was standing behind the table fixing her hair and smiled at them when they walked in.
“Hey guys…I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting. I just really want this to work out perfectly and I was stressed and taking it out on you,” she told them. She was glowing and looked visibly relaxed.
“Well good. We really want to help make this special for you two if you just let us,” Quinn said, rounding the table to hug her best friend. Mercedes hugged back.
Santana cracked a smile finally, like the others. She was about to speak until she noticed Mercedes’s red panties that had been discarded at the foot of the table. She walked forward and picked them up, smirking when the bride-to-be’s eyes widened in embarrassment.
“I guess that’s one thing Trouty’s good for,” she commented, causing the other girls to giggle or cover their mouths. Mercedes just fanned herself and tried to turn her attention to the lists on the table.
“Let’s uh, let’s move on to flower arrangements.”