August 14 2012, 01:07 AM
In which Stacey has a crush on a guy (who’s interested in another girl) and wants advice on how to get his attention.
May 21 2012, 12:26 AM
Stevie was reading a gaming magazine when Mercedes knocked on his door frame. He looked up and immediately threw it on the floor, looking at her with a big smile on his face.
“Cedes, hey! Do you need me for something? Another fitting? Did you move the cake testing appointment up?” he asked. She laughed and shook her head.
“Slow down, Stevie! I just came to see what you were doing,” she told him. He blushed and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Oh. Okay. I’m not doing anything. Sam’s not here?” She shook her head.
“He’s out with the guys right now. Just over Puck’s house to plan for the bachelor party.” She shrugged and walked closer. His hands were clamming up more than normal and he wiped them on his jeans to get them to stop. “Are you nervous?” she asked, noticing his behavior.
“N-no…” he stammered.
“You know, I’ve really never noticed how much you’ve grown. You’ve always kind of been little Stevie to me,” she said with a chuckle. “But now…especially since you cut your hair, it’s obvious you’re not a kid anymore.”
“Well I’m not…” he said quietly. She was wearing his personal favorite dress of hers and the way it hugged her curves and billowed out at the waist had him thinking the thoughts that he was usually trying to fight off.
“No you’re not,” she said, walking closer so he had to look up to see her.
“Mercedes…what are you doing?” he asked.
“I’ve been feeling…some strange things about you lately,” she began. “You’ve been so helpful and…sexy.”
“Sexy?” he repeated, raising his eyebrows. She bit her lip and nodded, straddling him and putting her hand on his face. His pants tightened instantly and his breath hitched. She smirked and pressed her lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. Her lips felt just like he imagined they would on countless occasions, and tasted like cherries. He tentatively put his hands on her thighs, pushing her dress up as she slid her tongue into his mouth. She touched his hands and parted from him, her eyes dark; almost black.
“I want you, Stevie.” His eyes bulged and he nodded, turning them over so he was on top. He leaned down to kiss her again but was blind-sided when her hand came into contact with his face. She smacked him again and he looked at her with a shocked expression.
“STEVIE!” Another smack. He opened his eyes and screamed when he came face to face with his sister.
“Ah! Stacey! What the hell!?”
“I should be asking you that! You were in here writhing around. God knows what you were dreaming about. Come to dinner.”
May 13 2012, 08:48 PM
“What are you watching?” Stevie was startled out of his trance watching Cartoon Network when he heard Mercedes’ voice. He looked up to find her staring at the TV screen with a raised eyebrow and her hand on her hip, stifling a laugh.
“Cartoons,” he replied, putting his hand behind his head on the pillow. He was laid out on the couch, as he’d declared today his lazy day. Today there were no wedding planning activities he wanted to partake in, which meant total relaxation. “Wanna watch em with me?” he added, looking at her.
“Rain check?” she said, walking over to the mirror on the wall. He noticed she was in a black dress and purple cardigan. Purple was seemingly her go-to color, and obviously for good reason. She looked perfect in it.
“Are you going somewhere?” he asked when he saw her take out her lipstick.
“Yeah, when Sam gets back from being fitted we’re gonna go out,” she replied, twisting off the cap. He simply nodded and looked back at the TV, in no way interested in the details of their plans. He glanced back over at her and rested his arm on his torso, squinting as she glided the lipstick on. Her hair was falling perfectly today and she’d already put on eye make-up, making her doe eyes look even bigger and prettier.
His gaze landed on her lips and willed himself to look away, but he couldn’t. They were so full and soft looking. He wanted to kiss her until it was all gone and she had to re-apply.
He sighed and reminded himself to stop thinking like that. He was pretty sure his crush on her was just a part of puberty (when he was 14 he tried to kiss her on Sam’s bed) and tied to his admiration of her as a kid, but seeing her every day now was killing that theory. She closed the lipstick and puckered, grabbing a napkin out of her purse to close her lips over and dab it. Then she fixed her hair, though he was sure there was nothing really to fix.
He didn’t realize how long he’d been staring until she turned her head and locked eyes with him.
“What?” she said, laughter in her voice.
“N-nothing,” he replied, his cheeks flushing as he snapped his head back to the television.
May 13 2012, 07:51 PM
In which Mercedes does her make-up in the living room mirror and Stevie gets distracted.
May 13 2012, 03:58 PM
In which Stevie and Stacey are headed to Sam and Mercedes’ rehearsal dinner that she spent all week planning. She wants it to be perfect, and Stevie wants her to chill.
April 01 2012, 02:41 AM
“Not you too…” Stevie groaned and threw his head back. He’d been doing homework at the kitchen table and his older brother took the seat across from him. As soon as he started talking about Mercedes, Stevie knew where the conversation was quickly headed.
“Well it’s not like you’re being subtle,” Sam said, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“I don’t have a crush on Mercedes!” he exclaimed, hitting the table.
“Then why are you so defensive?” the older of the two asked.
“Because Stacey keeps bringing it up, Dad did the other day, and now you.”
“Well if three of us think you have a crush on Mercedes, then maybe you’re giving us that impression,” Sam said, raising an eyebrow.
Stevie sighed and slumped back in his chair.
“Look, I get why you would like her. Obviously. But she’s kind of taken,” he continued, gesturing to himself.
“I don’t like her! So what if I like going with her to do wedding stuff and talking on the phone with her and smiling at her and stuff? Her smile is contagious!” Stevie huffed. “And yeah, I hid in my room for a week after catching you guys on the couch, but that’s just because I don’t want to see my brother getting busy! I don’t care that I saw her in her bra! It’s your stupid fault because you obviously can’t keep it in your pants long enough to take it to a private area!”
Sam just sat there, smirking at his little brother.
“Okay, I’ll admit that. But come on, you’ve seen her,” he replied.
Stevie shoved his fingers in his ears and started singing. He hated his cheeky big brother sometimes.
“LA LA LA LA LA LA LA….” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Stevie, nobody’s picking on you, we just want you to know that your little crush is okay. I’m sure it’ll fade. Somehow ‘Cedes hasn’t figured it out yet, and maybe it’s just because we’re your family, but as far as we’re concerned, you’re being obvious.” Stevie blushed and sunk further into his chair.
“I may like to spend time with her and make her laugh and stuff, but it doesn’t mean…”
“Okay, little bro. Keep telling yourself that. Just don’t go all The Graduate on my wedding day.”
April 01 2012, 02:07 AM
In which Stevie answers Stacey’s phone.
March 31 2012, 08:16 PM
In which Stacey isn’t the only one questioning all the time Stevie spends with Mercedes.
March 30 2012, 10:53 PM
Stevie sat by four purses tapping his leg while Kurt, Mrs. Jones, Stacey, and his mom fussed about something that had to do with the wedding and cool colors. Mercedes was currently in the dressing room being helped into the first dress everyone picked out. It was taking long and he was getting restless. When Stacey looked over and saw him looking irritated and tapping his foot, in no way interested in the existing conversation topic, she smirked and gave him an I told you so look.
He just rolled his eyes and looked toward to dressing room door for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Okay guys, I’m ready,” he heard Mercedes call from the other side. The ladies and Kurt all stopped talking and looked at the door expectantly.
“How does it look!?” Stacey asked, biting her lip and rocking back on her heels excitedly.
“I’m coming out!” Mercedes said, giggling and opening the dressing room door, stepping out in a white haltered wedding gown that went all the way down to the floor. There were sewn on jewels around the neckline as well as on the band around her waist. Mercedes tucked her curls behind her ears and looked at all of them.
“So? What do you think?” she asked.
“You look amazing!” Kurt and Stacey replied simultaneously while jumping up and down. Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Evans were hugging each other and looking at Mercedes with tearful expressions.
“It looks that good?” she asked, looking down at herself.
“It’s the one,” Mrs. Evans said, still holding on to Mrs. Jones.
“Stevie, what do you think?” Mercedes said, looking at him and smiling.
From the moment she’d exited the dressing room, Stevie had not closed his mouth. He just stared, almost wanting to reach out and touch her to assure she was real. He’d just recently begun coming to terms with the small, tiny, miniscule, he told himself, crush he had on her. Right now, however, he felt it grow and inwardly chastised himself for thinking it was a good idea to tag along. But who was he kidding? He’d tag along with every wedding activity following this one, as long as she was there. She looked like an angel. Years ago, he was convinced Mercedes was an angel, but he wasn’t that little boy anymore, so right now, as he looked at her, smiling that smile and looking like the most beautiful thing on earth, he settled for her just being a perfect human.
“Stevie?” Mercedes’ smile had not faltered, but her eyes read a mixture of concern and amusement. He snapped out of it and licked his now dry lips before clearing his throat.
“It looks incredible, ‘Cedes. I think you should go with that one.”
March 30 2012, 04:51 PM
Quick Stevie & Stacey Drabble
Yeah, I was bored and this happened.
“Ahh! OH MY GOD!” Stevie’s long arms shot up to cover his eyes and he stumbled backwards.
“Shit! Uh, cover your eyes!” Sam yelled.
“I AM COVERING MY EYES!”
“Good!” After a fair amount of shuffling, Stevie peeked through his fingers to see if they were decent.
“STEVIE!” Sam was helping Mercedes pull her shirt back on.