A/N:I'm a huge Samcedes shipper and I find them to be just amazing together. Hope you guys and gals enjoy reading this. MY first Glee fic, so please review, it inspires me so much, you have no idea.

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Mercedes watched as Rachel probably got the twentieth solo of the month, and she crossed her legs frustrated. What did Rachel have that she didn't have? They both had voices that could move mountains, but Mercedes' could move volcanoes – anyone would be moved by her voice. She was tired of getting the high end note; she wanted stardom and not just being known as the fat, black girl that sang really well. She was better than that. And as Rachel Berry's brown orbs met with Mercedes', all Mercedes could do was squint at the brunette.

The bell rang and Mercedes made a rush toward her locker. Kurt didn't come around to talk about what Blaine was wearing nor did Tina about Mike. To be honest, she was tired of hearing about everybody else's life when she also had her own life to take care of too. Mercedes had grown a little cold, and the only person she seemed to be tolerating was Puck, surprisingly. It surprised her too, but his easy going approach at things seemed to have her at ease. She didn't want to know how cute Mike looked today in Glee club or how hot Blaine looked.

"What's up, Mama?" Puck leaned against the locker beside hers and helped her get the book she was reaching for on the last shelf. She sighed and muttered a thank you.

"The usual, you know." Her voice wasn't the same anymore; even Puck took a double look at her to make sure it was the same Mercedes Jones he had known all his life. She'd grown cold, the sparkle in her warm browns were gone and replaced with nothing but a dull light.

She annoyingly walked to her History class, Puck trailing behind as she pushed through the crowded McKinley halls. A few steps away, Mercedes felt the cool rush of colored ice hit her face and she closed her eyes. Everything was just going wrong and to add this on top of it made her blood boil. She felt like breaking down.

"Hey!" Puck wasn't one to usually say something, but she was a friend of his no matter how much history they carried, he'd back her up.

"You know what? I'm tired of this bullshit." Mercedes wiped the red slushie from her eyes and caught up to the jock that slushied her. She tapped his arm lightly, and right as he turned she threw him one, square on the jaw, right where it hurt. She had an arm.

The jock didn't fall over but fall forcefully to the side of a locker holding his maybe fractured jaw in his palm. She smiled, satisfied with her work until she met the eyes of Principal Figgins. He crossed his arms and turned around heading towards his office, a sulky Mercedes behind him.

"But, sir, you just don't get it. He started it, he slushied me! Did you think I was just gonna let him do that without me doing something. This is pure crap and I'm sick and tired of it!" Mercedes explained, almost forgetting that she was talking to a man that could have her out of this school in a matter of minutes.

"I completely understand it. You punched him. You put your hands on another student, and Miss Jones, you know that is wrong. I'm going to have to call your parents."

Mercedes felt her blood boil. Was this man insane or something? "Is it because I'm black? Do you have a problem with black-"

"Miss Jones, I advise you to close your mouth before you see yourself being expelled." Principal Figgins cut in harshly. He didn't want to hear any more of that race nonsense; he'd already heard enough of it.

She crossed her arms over her ample chest and tried not to frown. She was using everything in her to not get up and storm out of his office. She closed her eyes and a burning sensation came. Tears they were of course. She hated crying, there was no need for that right now, but with everything that had happened these past few weeks, she had dealt with enough. Two tears glided down her blush covered cheeks and as Principal Figgins was writing the suspension note, he looked up to see the straight-A student in tears. He sighed and cursed to himself, he was such a softie. He crumpled it up and threw it in the trash can behind him and continued to look at the distraught girl in front of him.

"Mercedes, is there anything you'd like to talk about?" She looked up into the eyes of Figgins and quickly shook her head. She wouldn't even be able to tell Kurt. She didn't want to bother him with her crap while he was too happy with Blaine.

"Miss Jones, let's just have this NOT happen again, okay?"

"Yes, sir." She picked up her bag and exited his office without so much as a thank you. Mercedes walked through the empty halls, wiping away her tears until she crashed into a hard body, almost falling to the hard floor.

Mercedes' moist eyes looked up into the green irises of Sam Evans. She looked at his large hand gripping her wrist and she pulled away. She continued her walk down the long hallway, with a confused Sam on her heels.

"Mercedes, wait." He got another grab at her wrist, turning her around in the process and looked into her dark chocolate eyes.

"Sam, just let me go. Please." It was a word that rarely came out of her voice nowadays. She didn't even say it to the lunch lady when asking for more tots.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." The strong girl Sam knew looked broken, but still ready to give a helluva fight. She would never go down without a fight.

"Please." She looked at him through tear lidded eyes that even he couldn't refuse no to.

He let go and a teary Mercedes walked out of McKinley High in search for her silver Honda, leaving him to think what the hell was wrong with her.

When Mercedes got home, she climbed the one flight of stairs and immediately went to her bedroom, slamming the door that could shake the whole neighborhood. She jumped on her bed and sniffed the clean sheets, tears brimming her doe eyes. Mercedes didn't even get settled in her pajamas before snuggling in her bright pink comforter and closing her eyes to finally deal with her sadness.

Kurt.

Mercedes Jones entirely missed her best friend, the person she could reveal herself to without afraid of being judged. The person she would trust with anything including her own life. But Kurt's happiness seemed to dominate their weekly meets for their girl talk. And it was starting, but slowly putting a deep scar on Mercedes. He deserved nothing more but happiness, but it was hard to be happy for someone when you weren't happy either. She wiped her eyes one more and stifled the sobs that were coming out. She was stronger than that; she didn't want to be a Rachel wannabe with her tears.

She felt lonely; seeing everyone paired up made her feel unwanted. Mercedes Jones wasn't one to feel like she needed somebody, but it was taking a toll when she felt like she was invisible. She felt like she was screaming her guts out in a class room full of people, but nobody could hear her. She wasn't begging for attention, but she missed joking around with Satan or singing gospel with Artie. She asked herself what happened. What had she become of herself? Nothing but a lonely loser.

Drowsiness came over Mercedes and she fell into a deep sleep dreaming of fairytales that her father had read to her before his death and praying that it come true.

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