Hi so I did a one shot not too long ago and this idea kept popping in my head, AU Samcedes. I love reviews, it gives me life and feeds my creativity please let me know what you think. So here we go, also I don't own Glee (cause if I did the writing would be hella better but that is not the point) Bffle friends Samcedes here we go :) Enjoy! Sorry for mistakes I read and re-read this over and over

Chapter 1

'What fool could she be to love a man like him?' She asked herself that question every single time she came near her. His smile which hadn't graced his lovely face in months twitched at the edges of his mouth as his eyes hard from a rough year came into contact with hers. She gave off a shy smile in return trying to calm her beating heart, 'Don't tell him he looks hot today. Don't stare at his mouth for too long. Don't HOPE for something more cause it won't happen.' She had to repeat that over and over again in her mind as he drew near her.

"Hey Mercedes, walk with me to class?" It was an innocent question but inside of her she screamed, 'I'd follow you to the ends of the earth.' Instead thankfully she nodded and pushed off her locker and joined in step with him down the hall.

Sadly this was her life, Mercedes Jones was in love with Sam Evans for better or worse and unbelievable amounts of trying she couldn't/wouldn't get over him. She wouldn't say she had a crush, it wasn't a crush it was so much more than a crush. Crushes you were blinded by a person's flaws and just saw perfection, she knew what kind of guy he was. He had a good heart, but he was truth be told a terrible friend to her sometimes especially when it pertained to other girls. He had tunnel vision and instead of speaking up for herself she let him do it to her time and time again. Until finally she couldn't take it anymore and they had a serious confrontation.

"If you think you can just walk in my room like you own the place you might wanna rethink that and leave now." Her tone wasn't at all joking. Sam had to do a double take and make sure he was in fact in the right place. He stared at her shocked and she continued to flip through her magazine while sitting on her bed trying to control her anger.

"What is your problem?" He asked as he moved further in the room and took off his coat and shoes to go and lay with her on her bed, the second his body made contact she sprang up from the mattress and threw the magazine, Sam rolled to his back and put his hands behind his head as she started to fuss and fiddle with things further and further away from him. 'Great she's pissed at me... never seen her like this before... at least not with me.' He continued to watch her all the while she felt his eyes on her as she moved around.

Why was she so mad at him? It wasn't like he hadn't done this before just completely bailed on her and had her waiting all day long for him to grace her with his presence and normally she'd brush it off saying it was fine but somehow this time it wasn't fine, somehow it wasn't ever going to be fine again. She groaned and threw some piled up clothes in the closet and he chuckled which brought her back to him, "Can I help you?" Her tone was angry, her eyes were narrow and her hands were shaking, yup she was pissed at him. Sam sighed and sat up on his elbows and patted the bed, she shook her head, "No, no way are you going to worm your way out of this one this time pal!" He flinched, normally he gave her his puppy dog eyes and she was all about hearing him out when she was less mad than this, but now she wasn't having it.

Sam got up and sat at the edge of the bed, "Do you want me to leave?" She gave him an unmistakeable look of surprise at his question and he nodded his head getting the point. He stood and gathered his shoes and coat, "Alright I'll get out of your way, text me when you wanna talk about this." He walked out shutting the door behind him. By the time he got down the stairs he figured she would come after and stop him, he was SURE she'd beat him before he got to his car but when he got in and put his shoes on just to waste time he knew she wasn't coming.

Mercedes shook with anger in her room, he just left and she couldn't believe he didn't even TRY to apologize to say why he blew her off. Like it was just acceptable to treat her this way. She shook her head, 'No not anymore I'm a person and I have feeling.'

"Feelings he doesn't know about."

She shook her head, not that point of course he didn't know but as a best friend the least he could do was treat her like she mattered. Her phone tweeted indicating a message she picked it up and there it was his name and a frowny face. It tugged at her heart and she without thinking hit reply, "Why is it you can do that on the phone but not to my face?" She hit send and threw the phone on the bed and began to pick up around her room again, another tweet came followed by four more. She was going to ignore it but with so many she couldn't. Sitting on the bed she picked up her phone and began to read his words,

"I can't know what's wrong if you won't tell me. I'm sorry for whatever or whoever pissed you off clearly it was me this time cause you've never talked to me like that before or gotten that angry so that makes me think what I did was pretty bad. I guess I should explain myself but I don't know how to or where to begin and I'm worried you won't hear me out or even understand where I'm coming from if you did listen."

"I'm sorry all the same if that helps."

"You're my best friend please forgive me."

She frowned even more and hit reply and typed out a very long message in return and once she was finished she sniffled and tossed the phone again and walked out the room slamming the door to her bathroom.

Sam sat in front of her house and felt his phone buzz looking down he frowned and stared up at her house sad but unmoved,

"You always do this, you always think it's ok to leave me hanging ALL DAY and expect that when you decide to grace me with your presence AFTER A FULL DAY HAS GONE BY! That it's ok not to explain or I wouldn't understand, how about this, pick up your phone, use your fingers and type out a message, 'oh Mercedes I know I said I'd be over around 12 but blah blah blah came up... is it cool if I stop by later. I can text you when I'm headed that way.' Oh look consideration with little to no explanation really needed that's what I'm pissed about, instead of that I get silence and we both know I HATE SILENCE! If I wanted that I'd sit in a room with my dad and let him ignore me. You're a terrible best friend and I'm sick of ignoring that fact for the sake of your so called broken heart, it's been a year, A WHOLE YEAR time to move on and time to stop being captain of the broody squad. And another thing don't think because I heard you out once about how you were feeling that means I'm going to want to hear about the MANY girls you hook up with MAYBE I just want to know how you're doing now your little friends!"

Mercedes got out of the shower and as she dried her hair she felt like someone was watching her, she turned to the door and hesitantly opened it to see a set of feet dangling from her bed and she knew he was watching for her to come in, waiting for her to see him. She groaned and shut the door. After getting her robe on tightly and wrapping her hair in a towel she came out and walked in her room to her dresser, "I thought I told you to leave." Her tone was even as he lay on her bed watching her without a word.

"I'm sorry I should have told you I wasn't going to make it till later, there'd been times I did the same thing you and you never said anything but I can see how you would be fed up with it. So I apologize. As for why I'm here now I just had an unexpected visitor at the house and she wouldn't leave. I didn't think I should text you a time I'd be over cause I figured you'd do something else and I'd have to hunt you down, like I do sometimes. I'm sorry if I had known this was how you felt I'd thought more instead of just being..." He paused to search for the right words.

"Booger face?" She stood completely serious arms crossed and called him a booger face, Sam couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled in his throat and as much as Mercedes wanted to she couldn't hold it in either, she shook her head and joined him on her bed laughing at their situation. Sam surely would get better as a friend if she got better at communication. She looked over at him as his laughter died down and caught for the briefest of moments him staring at her exposed thigh, the robe she wore had fallen off her leg revealing more skin than he'd ever seen of her.

Sam's lips longed to touch that patch of skin and explore the rest just as the idea began to take root in his mind she covered her leg and got up dismissing it as a her own mental hope for something that would never happen. He sighed and bit his lip while readjust himself on her bed, "So are we ok now?"

She nodded with her back facing him searching for underwear she didn't think to bring in the bathroom with her earlier, "Yes were cool... just don't let it happen again." She turned and pointed a stern finger at him sadly she forgot she had her panties clutched in that hand as well, she gasped and turned stomping out the room while Sam imagined what that area of her body looked like in and out of those panties.

Mercedes from that day forth got a better friend, sometimes he'd have a slip up but for the most part he got better. They made it to class and he motioned for her to go ahead of him. She rolled her eyes but went inside. Class was the usual boring mantra, they only have a few weeks left of senior year then summer and off to college for some, but for the pair they were staying home, local college because neither had the money to leave for school. So their plan was to get jobs and work and save up and hopefully go within the next year. Sam got a job first and soon became assistant manager, Mercedes being his best friend he offered her a job once she couldn't find anything she liked. She didn't think you should work in a job you hated just for money sake. Her father said if she didn't go to school he'd be ok with that just that she find something that mattered to her and be the best.

The day ended and Sam stood with his arms folded waiting for Mercedes outside his car, they usually walked out together but today Sam got done with class early and had some time. The doors opened and she came out laughing with a friend some guy Sam had seen around school but for some reason never spoke to him. She shoved him playfully and his arm reached out and pulled her close to him, he smiled down at her but released her the second his eyes landed on Sam. Mercedes looked up at him confused as he mumbled something and turned around to leave. She stopped and looked back at him but shrugged it off and turned back to the cars smiling brighter than she had before once she saw Sam.

Sometimes, not always but sometimes when she didn't think about it her crush for him showed as bright as the sun. She wore a smile that said she was happiest seeing him in that moment. Sam gave a half smile both happy to see her and blown away at how breath taking she could be sometimes. He reached out and asked for a hug once she got in arms reach and she happily accepted. He squeezed her slightly and held a little longer. Mercedes stood with her arms around his shoulders slightly confused but enjoying the feel of his body pressed against hers.

Once he let her go they got in the car he drove off silence enveloping them. She stared out the window and felt the sudden shock of his hand taking hers, they instinctively laced together and fit perfectly. He drover comfortably as she stared at their joined hands with a look of confusion bewilderment and slight hint of happiness on her face. Sam caught this and smiled a smile that side he was happy he could make her happy. Once they arrived at her house, he let her hand go and Mercedes couldn't get out of the car fast enough. She made a beeline for the front door leaving Sam to watch her from the driver's seat. He shook his head and slowly got out of the car and headed inside. Mercedes meanwhile headed straight for the kitchen in need of some kind of normality because Sam Evans her best friend and super secret love of her life did NOT just hold her hand in his car on the way to her house. That did not happen because what kind of rude sexy flexy ass man does something like that to the heart of the woman who's secretly madly and hopelessly devoted to him. Mercedes shook her head she had to stop falling asleep to Grease at night it was starting to filter into her real life.

Sam came inside and took a seat on the couch in the living room while Mercedes finally managed to get herself together and join him but stuck with the smaller chair aways from him. Sam watched her as she sipped her drink, the way her small hand held the bottle and how she wiped her lips after almost every sip. He started at her and she tried NOT to look back at him, suddenly finding the carpet to be the most fascinating thing in the room. Sam sighed, "Are we going to watch a movie?" She nodded silently still not looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders and got up to start up a movie on her computer to the tv. She watched him bend over and admired the curve of his back and dips of his muscles as he moved. Her eyes landed on his posterior and she couldn't help the smile that itched on her face. He turned suddenly and her eyes snapped away quickly.

She hoped his missed her ogling him and luckily for her he had. He sat on the couch and the movie began, Mercedes started to settle in and felt comfortable again, once she started to giggle at the movie Sam's eyes that drifted between the movie and her settled on her and watched her more closely. There was a particularly funny scene that caused her to burst out with loud laughter. She quoted the next part which brought a smile to his face. He sat up completely and made it a point that there was no mistaking him looking at her and only her. She calmed down her laughter and felt his eyes and turned to look at him as he smiled innocently enough, "Hey." She smiled back in return, "Um hey?" Sam sighed and patted the cushion and looked at her with his biggest angel eyes, "I'm lonely come see with me." He threw in a pout for good measure.

Mercedes rolled her eyes but stood as he continued to pat the seat. She made it a point to grumble as she got up but joined him just the same. His smile great brighter and bigger at getting his way and they settled in as another movie started up. One of those romantic movies where a friend is into the other friend or something. Whatever it was about romance was not something Mercedes wanted to deal with given the way Sam was acting so she got up and switched the movie to something more suitable, like a movie full of action or gore. She didn't need to feed her obsession with her best friend.

Sam let a good ten minutes go into the movie before he gave Mercedes a side glance. She was wrapped tightly into herself and seemed scared but he knew she didn't mind movies like, which made him wonder what was causing her not to relax? He waited and the first sex scene had him inwardly smile, "So was that Tim I saw you walking with earlier?" She nodded but didn't take her eyes off the screen. Same sighed, "He seemed into you." She shrugged, "Maybe, but I doubt it. I'm sure he was being nice." Sam chuckled she really had no idea and couldn't see it, "Ok, I'm just saying he looked coozy with you today is all."

Mercedes sighed, "Sam... the movie..." He rolled his eyes, "You've seen this like eight times. Seriously Merc, you can talk to me about him." She stretched her legs out in front of her on the coffee table, "There's nothing to talk about. He's cool but not really my type." Sam nodded finally happy she said the words, "So who's your type then?" There was a loud scream from the movie at that exact moment then chilling music as Mercedes looked at Sam hoping her true feelings weren't coming to the surface. He stared at her waiting for an answer and she seemed almost frozen trying to figure out the best way to answer it without giving too much away.

Unfortunate for Mercedes the longer she paused the more Sam got it and finally he put two and two together that he might be her type. It explained why she didn't really date and when she did it never lasted long and he always seemed to be priority over the guys she was supposed to be with, of course there was the locker room talk. When no one knew he was there a lot of guys would talk about Mercedes and how hot they thought she was, but how she was off limits cause of being 'Sam's girl' or The 'Chocolate' in 'Chocolate Lightening.' One time he made himself known and the conversation strayed and never returned. He raised his eyebrows waiting for her answer.

Finally she thought a tiny lie won't hurt so she found herself shrugging, "I don't have one, guys don't look at me like that." Which wasn't a lie completely just mixed with the truth. Sam gave her a side smile and turned to face her, "Actually you're wrong lots of guys stare at your very blessed ass...assets." She looked surprised one that he made that comment and two that he knew and never told her. She figured guys were nice together cause she was nice to them or because she was best friends with Sam 'golden boy' Evans after all. He smiled, "Can't say I haven't looked a time or two myself." Her head snapped in his direction, "When could you have looked?" She was racking her brain trying to figure out when or what she wore that would draw his attention like that and perhaps she might wear it again.

He let out a hearty laugh as he prepared to admit a deep secret, "I saw you taking a shower one day..." She stared at him mouth slightly open as he continued, "I came over and went to your room, and your bathroom door was open... I told you about that clear curtain, let's you just see everything." He couldn't help that his eyes roamed over her and the smirk was firmly planted on his face. Mercedes continued to stare and felt all her emotions, first she felt exposed and then embarrassed, Sam knew her body issues ran deep so making fun or light of that situation wasn't helping so she finally came to being livid with him for invading her personal space. How could he as a best friend not have told her or turned his eyes or even kept it to himself and NEVER TOLD HER! Sam didn't see the pillow but he felt the connection, "OW! Merc what was that?" She stared at him and hit him again, "Damn it stop it!" Sam held up his arms to shield her attacks.

"You creep!" She hit him again and again Sam held up his hands at every attack and caught flashes of her hurt expression, "You're unbelievable!" She struck once more but he took the pillow and tossed it. She stood in front of him fuming, "I can't believe this! Who'd you tell? Were you bragging? Making fun of me? Tell me!" Sam sat surprised and shocked she was taking what he said completely wrong. She growled, "You know what don't tell me!" She stomped out the room and up the stairs. Sam finally let out the breath he was holding, "Well that went bad." He sighed and took off his shoes and made his way after her.

Mercedes was on her back in her bed with her eyes shut hoping the tears wouldn't fall but failing to hold them in, she punched the comforter, how could he do this make a joke out of her body. He knew her would self esteem rode on her body image. She sniffled, "What a jerk!" It came out in a whisper but he heard it just the same, at this point he had decided to make it up to her. Mercedes didn't know how it happened but she suddenly felt lips on her forehead and the warmth of a body over her. She didn't feel the mattress move under his weight and she was too scared to open her eyes. How did he manage to invade her space so quickly and quietly? Sam stared at her still form, "Open your eyes." She reluctantly did as he said and locked eyes with him. Green and brown danced as she took in the fact he was shirtless on top of her, "Wha..." He put his finger to her lips, "Shhh... don't move." She instantly froze as his hands moved to caress her face, down her neck to the just above her left breast.

Sam placed his palm flat against her heart and felt it beating rapidly and smiled, "It's beating so fast?" She trembled, "Yeah..." He lowered himself completely on her, "We won't go further than you want to go so just tell me to stop when it's too much." She slowly nodded, how she could with the full weight of his body on top of her was crazy. She sighed as he placed a kiss on her collarbone then her neck, her jaw, her cheek was next and he grazed his nose with hers, he pulled away and stared at her face. She looked scared and that worried him, "Do you want me to stop?" Mercedes' eyes instantly shown more panic gave him the wrong answer and he removed himself from her when she finally found her voice, "No..." One single tear rolled down the eyes of her eye, her voice was small but he heard it and looked at her, "I don't want you to stop... I'm just nervous because we're friends, best friends and we've never done this before."

Sam smiled and scooted closer to her and cupped her face, "Nothing's going to change between us." She hated and loved that statement she didn't want it to be like this but if he kissed her and it got better and she let go of her crush on him it wouldn't be so bad she could move on but if he... Then Sam leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, it was sweet and innocent enough, Mercedes kissed back and as he pulled away she muttered, "Crap." Or he could get much much deeper...