Hey guys! So, chorrd posted something about Chord Overstreet, that he said in interview that he would like for Sam to become a singer in Nashville when he'll graduate High School. Him and Mercedes would be meeting again at the Grammys… And I got inspired, so here's a little prompt on how I'd like for it to happen.

Hope you guys will enjoy it.

He didn't win.

It was upsetting, yes.

All of those nights spent in the recording studio, trying to find the right sound.

The many times he had stayed in front of his guitar and notebook, searching for the exact words that would express exactly what he couldn't say…

He had every right to be annoyed, or sad, or mad.

But his plump lips were still curved into a giant grin.

Because she won.

"Wow, thank you all so much! I-I can't believe I won Album of the Year! Wow… " She giggled, glancing at the little award in her hands. "I want to thank everybody that participates to this album, everybody that was there with me every step of the way. I… I'm speechless. I don't want to forget anybody, but my family, my friends, my manager… thank you all so much! I can't believe I was dreaming of getting one so many years ago… And now, my time has finally come. It's… wow! I want to thank my recording company, which discovered me 7 years ago on Youtube. I also want to thank…" She took a deep breath and glanced at the audience, a small smile on her lips. "The people who always believed in me. Don't be afraid of dreaming, people. Dreams do come true if you work for it." She placed the award in the air and smiled widely at the public. "God bless you all!"

The entire crowd erupted in applause, but Sam couldn't keep his eyes off the small girl making her way towards the backstage, her dark purple dress flying behind her, escorted by the two presenters of the category.

When she finally disappeared from his sight, Sam felt Blake, his manager and friend nudging him on the elbow. The stupid grin never leaving his face, he turned his head. "What?"

"I said you'll get it next year. Don't worry man." Blake patted Sam on the shoulder, before replacing himself on his seat. "I mean, her album was number 1 on the charts for like… weeks. Yours too. I think it was almost a tie between you two."

"It's okay." Sam grinned and stared at his blue-eyed friend, shrugging his shoulders. "If there's one person in this world that deserves this award, it's her."

Returning his eyes to the stage, Sam pretended to watch the end of the award show. He clapped at the right times, laughed when needed but that was it. His face was still spotting that stupid ass grin because his mind was somewhere else.

Probably daydreaming about a lake house, sweet promises and endless afternoons spent in the sun.

The after-party was in full swing when he spotted her again. He had tried to reach for her, many times during the night actually, but every time he opened his mouth to congratulate her, somebody came and took her away from him.

Sam simply wanted to tell her how proud he was that she finally won her first Grammy.

That he never doubted that she would be bringing the trophy home, and he was glad that her hard work finally paid off.

That he was… really happy to see her win.

Sipping on a scotch, Sam let his eyes roaming at the audience of famous faces, silently searching for her face in the crowd. One quick look at his watch and he was informed that it was way past midnight and he still haven't exchanged words with her.

Turning his head slightly, he spotted the beautiful dark purple gown and the gorgeous lady that made the dress alive, only a couple of feet away from him.

She somewhat finally seemed to have a quiet moment by herself, sipping on a glass of champagne by the refreshments table. A slow song was filling the air and Sam knew it was his chance. Gulping the rest of his drink and placing it on a waiter's tray, he quickly jogged towards the lady.

Taking a deep breath, Sam replaced his hair in one quick motion before erasing the gap separating their bodies, determined to get a quiet moment with her.

"Mercedes?"

Her doe eyes lifted from the champagne glass in her hands to meet his green ones, a small smile on her plump lips. "Yes?"

Sam let out a deep breath and felt his heartbeat increasing by the second.

Ever since their ways parted many years ago, Sam wrote songs about bittersweet memories and heartaches.

But somehow, when her brown orbs met his green ones, he wanted to write about happiness and shivers and stomach butterflies and fast heartbeats and sweaty palms.

Mostly sweaty palms.

He bit his bottom lip and kept on staring into her brown eyes. "I-I just wanted to tell you that you look really beautiful." He grinned and extended his hand for her to take. "Would you like to dance?"

Giggling, she took the last sip of her glass before replacing it on the table. A wide smile on her lips, she placed her small hand in his large pale ones, nodding. "I'd love to."

Leading them to the dance floor, Sam placed his free hand on her waist, keeping their hands intertwined against his chest as he stared into her big brown eyes.

Adverting his gaze, Mercedes shook her head in disbelief, but not without a small smile. "I can't believe you pulled this one out. "

Slowing his swaying movements, Sam opened his mouth, a bit taken aback. "Don't tell me you had forgotten about it?"

Using her best Yoda voice, Mercedes stopped dancing and glanced at Sam. "Never I could." Throwing her head back, she let out a whole hearty laugh at her own impression. "I'm sorry. Must be the champagne. " She bit her bottom lip and raised a shoulder softly. "Or the fact that I just won my first Grammy… The information still isn't completely impregnated in my brain, to be honest."

Sam couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his mouth at her rambling.

He couldn't stop the little fluttering feeling in his stomach either.

Clearing his throat he started swaying their bodies again, bringing her waist closer to his with his hand, the other still intertwined with hers. "Well, to be fair… I have to admit that it has been an honor loosing Album of the Year against you, Miss Jones."

Her laughter filled the air that surrounded them, as she placed her forehead on his shoulder. "Oh, why, thank you Samuel." Their eyes met for a few moments before she broke the connection, fixing her gaze on the flowers placed on the tables around them.

His gaze was still as intense as she remembered, and what she saw in them made her heart increasing in rapidity.

After Mercedes' Senior Year, when she left for LA, Sam and her completely stopped talking.

Of course, they had tried for a couple of weeks to make it work, but the distance, the never ending hours spent at the recording studio, the school, the relationships… All of that got the best of them. And they both agree that it was for the best and reluctantly parted ways.

Life went on and they simply lost touch, with everything that happened ever since they both left McKinley.

Well, until now. And somehow, by some miraculous or fateful reason, it's yet to be decided, the look in his green eyes brought back those little butterflies in her stomach.

Mercedes took a deep breath as they kept on swaying to the music, her eyes fixed on the bracelet on her wrist that was placed around Sam's neck, her fingers mindlessly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Dancing with him was still as wonderful as she remembered. Their bodies pressed against each other to the rhythm of that unfamiliar song were fitting perfectly, swaying in harmony. "I have to admit that I really liked your album, Sammy. It's been playing in my car for a while."

His eyes opened widely, a huge smirk on his face. Even though it wasn't in her knowledge, she had been the inspiration for the majority of his songs and to hear that she loved the album…Well, his heart decided to play a solo drum in his chest, out of tempo and at an unbalanced pace.

He cleared his throat, trying to hide the gigantic smile that was currently covering his face. In vain. "Well, thank you, Mercy. Worked pretty hard on that album, to be honest." Still grinning, he spun the both of them around, swaying his hips against hers in a delightful manner. "May I ask you what your favorite song is?"

Fixing her eyes on Sam's shoulder, she thought about her answer a few seconds before speaking. "I have to admit that they were all really good. And I was really happy to learn that you wrote all of them. My favorite is probably number 11-" Her trail of thoughts were stopped when a tall brunette, with a Bluetooth in her ear motioned for Mercedes to follow her, a look of urgency on her face.

Sighing, Mercedes parted their bodies unwillingly. "I'm so sorry, Sam. I have to go. Press stuff, I guess." She shrugged her shoulders slightly and gave an apologetic smile, reluctantly following her manager. "It was nice seeing you again, Sammy. I was happy to see you tonight. And to see how good you're doing, it's… great." One last smile and she turned on her heels, walking away from their previous spot. She turned her head over her shoulder before waving him off. "Good night."

Sam watched her go, letting out a deep sigh as she walked away from him. After a few moments lost in his thoughts, Sam realized that he didn't even ask for her number, or any information for them to meet again.

And he knew he had to see her again. Regaining his composure, Sam passed a hand in his hair and started jogging towards her, taking her hand in his, in hope that she would listen. "Mercedes, wait!"

Turning her head towards him, she frowned airily but she let her hand in his, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling. "Yes?"

"Do-do you think we could go for a drink later? Well, maybe not tonight, but soon? Or-or a coffee?" Feeling the familiar warmth in his cheeks, Sam cleared his throat and stared at the ground between them. "By the way, do you still take a mocha, with whipped cream, but without the chocolate ribbon?" Sam grinned, his thoughts going back to those summer days when they were still kids, enjoying each other companies. "Yeah, that'd be delicious right now. I think I'll stop by a Starbucks or something. You always took those. I preferred the caramel's ones, but it was nice to take a sip of yours." His smile faltered, realizing that she really had to go, and he was taking her precious time wandering about mochas. "Wow I'm rambling. I'm sorry."

Biting her bottom lip to stifle her laughter, Mercedes stared at Sam. Even after all those years, he was still Sammy. He was still this adorable and endearing dork that rambled too much when he was nervous. He was still that guy that remembered little things that happened many years ago, and she couldn't help the grin that was forming on her face.

Feeling his cheeks flustered, Sam cleared his throat and fixed his green eyes into her brown ones. "It's just… I know that this-" He pointed between the two of them "It's not over. Far from over. And I don't know how you felt when we danced, but… It was one of the best nights I had in a long time. And…" He bit his bottom lip, and fixed into her doe eyes. "You know what? I want to see you again, Mercedes. I really do." A crooked grin on his face, he extended his open palm towards her. "Give me your phone."

Mercedes giggled softly and reached for her phone in her small purse, handing it to Sam, a soft smile on her plump lips. Entering his digits into her device, Sam smirked and handed it back to her after sending a quick text to his phone so he could have her number too. "So now, it's up to you. You can text or call, or Facetime me anytime." Sam let out a deep contented breath and bit his bottom lip. "The ball is in your court, Miss Jones."

She bit her bottom lip and giggled softly, nodding. Leaning on her tiptoes, Mercedes placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, before placing her hand on his cheek, staring into his green orbs. "Okay."

One last smile and he let go of her hand, reluctantly watching her leave, led by her manager as he bit his bottom lip.

He stayed there a couple of instants, two of his fingers mindlessly touching the spot where she placed her lips a few moments ago. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands in his slacks' pockets, walking towards an exit to make his way home when he felt his phone vibrate.

Fishing the device from his pockets, Sam looked down at his phone realizing he had received a text.

From Mercedes.

He glanced at where she left, his eyebrows furrowed when he spotted her smiling and waving from afar before she exited his sight. Confused, Sam unlocked his phone and opened her text message, a small smile creeping on his lips as he read it.

"Somehow, I Still Feel The Same… That's my favorite song."

So yeah, this is my little One-Shot about that Grammy idea. I will start taking prompts on my tumblr (preticules), so if you guys feel like giving me some ideas, you're more than welcome!

Hope you guys enjoyed it.

Gen xx