Hey guys! I have come back from the dead! This is my new Samcedes story! This is the intro so it's kind of short. I will try to post a new chapter every week! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee...yet...

"Yeah, I know, right?" Mercedes said, talking to her friend on her cell as she walked to the front door of her house. They were chatting about the Homecoming dance that was happening on Friday. She had a crush on a guy named Henry ever since the first grade and he finally asked her out today. The teen had been so happy that she hadn't stopped talking about it for the rest of the day.

"We're totally going dress shopping tomorrow. I have to find the perfect dress to wear on Friday." She hung her house keys on the hook by the entrance and took off her shoes before walking onto the carpeted floors of the living room. "Mom! Dad!" Mercedes cried, covering her phone with her hand. "I'm home!"

"Mercy! Come into the dining room! We have something important to talk about!" her mother yelled in reply.

"Got to go," the diva said, putting her cell back to her ear. "Parents want to talk about something. Talk to you later, Heather." She put her phone in her pocket and walked into the dining room where she saw her Dad sitting at the dining table and her Mom standing behind him.

"Hey guys," Mercedes greeted, a little worried at her parents' demeanor as she walked over and embraced them. She took a seat by her dad. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine. Wonderful in fact," Mrs. Jones started, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Your father got a promotion today."

"What?! That's amazing," Mercedes yelled happily. She leant over and hugged her dad. "I knew you could do it daddy!"

"That's sweet honey," Mr. Jones smiled weakly, rubbing the teen's arm that was draped across him. "That means a lot."

"So, when do you start?" The diva retreated from the hug and looked at her father. "Tomorrow?"

"No, I start on Monday."

"Monday?" the teen asked, puzzled for a second but then nodded her head in understanding. "I guess that makes sense. They probably have to clear out your office for you or something like that. But whatever, I'm still so proud of you."

"That's not all," Mr. Jones said solemnly.

"Okay..." The brunette stared with at her father with a questioning look on her face. "What else is there?"

"The job's in Japan."

"Japan?" Mercedes repeated incredulously. "For how long?!"

"Two years, maybe three depending how it works out."

"Oh daddy," the sophmore whined, embracing her father again. "I'm going to miss you so much! When do you leave?"

"Saturday."

"This Saturday? That's so soon," the teen complained, releasing her dad from her hug. She thought about it for a second. "Tell you what. I'll skip my plans tomorrow after school and hang out with you."

"That's no-"

"Yeah, mom and I will drive you to the airport on Saturday. We'll skype you everyday and vacation in Japan whenever we can or you can visit us depending on the situation-"

"Mercedes!" Ms. Jones cried, walking to the other side of the table. "Please stop."

"What?" the teen asked, looking at her mother. "What's wrong?"

"That's not going to happen."

"What's not going to happen?"

"What you just said, about us visiting your dad and skipping your plans tomorrow."

"Why not? I thought you said dad is moving to Japan."

"He is."

"Then what's the problem?" Ms. Jones sighed, trying to think of the right words to say.

"Coincidentally, I also got an offer at my job today," she explained in a deadpan manner.

"Okaayyy. Isn't that a good thing? Why don't you seem happy?" Mercedes asked, confused. She didn't understand why her parents were making such a big deal out of this.

"They offered to take me on an extended business trip to my corporations headquarters, in Zurich."

"Well, you've been on business trips before. Why is this an-"

"It's for a year."

"Oh." Mercedes paused for a second, thinking about her next question. "Well, when are you going?"

"Sunday. The day after your father is leaving."

"Wait." The teen thought about it for a second. She looked at her dad and then her mom. "If you guys are both going away for at least a year," she realized, connecting the dots. "Who am I staying with?"

"And that's what we wanted to talk with you about," her mother said, taking a seat at the table opposite of her.

"Am I going to stay with a buddy? Or maybe I'll stay here by myself or something? I mean, I guess it could work if you guys sent me money on my debit card every month I could buy groceries, clothes, even pay the bills. I can take a bus to school... or walk, it's not really that fa-"

"Mercedes," Ms. Jones said sternly. "You're not staying here by yourself."

"Okay, okay. It was just a suggestion. I'll staying with one of my friends then. I'm pretty sure Heather's mom wouldn't mi-"

"You're not staying with any of your friends either."

"Then what am I going to do?" The teen asked, puzzled. "Live with grandma? I mean, she lives an hour away but I guess it could work."

"No 're not going live with with grandma either. She's not in a good enough position in her life right now to take you in with her. Your father and I talked about this already," Ms. Jones explained, motioning towards her husband. She grabbed his hand from over the table. "We've decided how to handle this."

"Okay... Do you guys mind telling me or are you just keep me in the dark?"

"Honey, before we tell you," Mr. Jones began gently, looking his daughter. "Please know that this solution was in made in your best interest. We don't want you to get upset."

"Okay, you guys are starting to scare me. Just tell me already. It really can't be that bad."

"We're sending you to boarding school," Ms. Jones finally explained. She let go of her husband's hand and gave her undivided attention to her daughter. "You're going on Thursday."

"Wait, what?" the diva choked, getting up from her seat and walking to the end of the table. She couldn't fathom what she has just heard. "Boarding school?"

"It's only for a year," Mr. Jones said. "While your mom and I are away. If you don't like it, you can come back here for eleventh grade, when your mom's back."

"And I'm leaving on Thursday?! Today's Tuesday!"

"Don't raise your voice at us, missy," Ms. Jones asserted, getting up from her chair. She walked by to where her daughter was standing and rest her hands on her shoulders. "We have to send you this week so we can both personally take you before we go on our trips. We've already called the school and set up everything."

"That's not fair!" Mercedes yelled, brushing her mother's hands off her shoulders. She pointed her finger accusingly at the woman in front of her. "You guys can't just do that!"

"Watch your tone there, Mercy! We are your parents and you will treat us with respect! We can do anything we see fit when it comes to your safety and education."

"But I grew up here! All my friends are here!" the teen pleaded, on the brink of tears. "I don't want to move away!"

"You'll make new friends at your new school. You need to cal-"

"Plus, Henry finally asked me out today! We're going to the dance together on Friday! You know how longed I've liked him!" The tears were forming now and the water stung her eyes as they fell down her cheeks. "Please, please reconsider."

"I'm sorry to hear that honey, but there's no other option."

"Yeah, there are! You guys just wanted to choose the one that made my life miserable!"

"Hey!" Mr. Jones cried, injecting himself into the conversation again as he stood up. "This decision wasn't easy for anyone of us. And before you say anything else I suggest you think about your next words very carefully before you end up getting in a whole lot of trouble."

"Fine," Mercedes said bitterly, crossing her arms, glaring at her parents. "I hate you!" She ran past her mom and to the nearby staircase up to her room. "Mercedes!" she heard her mom cry after her, right before she slammed her door shut. She rested her body on her door, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. This can't be happening, she thought. This can't be happening. The brunette averted her gaze from the roof to around her room. There was a suitcase on the floor by her bed with already some her clothes packed inside. She blinked away a few tears before realizing it was useless. The teen jumped onto her bed and started to sob into her pillow.

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