A/N: Hey! This is my first fic. I finally gathered up the courage to finish and post an idea that's been in my head for over a year. I hope you enjoy. Please leave a review. Criticism wanted.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters (except a few OCs). I have no connections to FOX or RIB.

Overdosed: Chapter One- The Meeting

"Okay, Weezy. I understand the boy is some kind of big lipped, green-eyed Adonis, but if you don't stop eye-fucking him long enough to go get his number, I will march my ass over there and do it for you." Santana huffed, earning an eye roll from Mercedes. "Trust me, I'll do it." Mercedes and the gang were sitting at their normal booth in the back of Constant Tap Bar, when he strolled in. It seemed as though he and Mercedes hadn't taken their eyes off of each other since he entered the bar.

"I'm with her. He is gorgeous and he obviously thinks the same about you. Also, I told you that dress would work wonders." Kurt consigned, winking at Mercedes.

"Whatever." Mercedes stood from their table, annoyed. "I'm going to get a drink, anyone want anything?"

"I want you to stop being a pussy and go get his number." Santana chimed in, already feeling buzzed after her third drink, receiving the bird from her chocolate friend. "Not fuck me, fuck him."

"Bye Tana." Mercedes turned and started to walk away. She shook her head, failing to stop the corners of her mouth from turning up into an amused smirk.

Sam watched as Mercedes made her way towards the bar, hypnotized by her form fitting dress and the way her hips swung with every step. It would be a sin not to make a move.

As she approached the bar, she felt her phone vibrate. She snorted at her friend's message.

Guuurl he watchin dat ass! ;-P

"What are you having tonight, sugar?" Mercedes looked up to see Puck's predatory stare. It took everything in her to keep the upcoming side-eye from gracing her features.

"Just a Sprite. Thanks." She turned in her stool, dismissing the unwanted attention she was receiving from him, only to find the Green-Eyed Adonis sitting next to her.

"Designated driver?" he asked with an amused smirk, his voice startling Mercedes.

"Yea, looks like it." she said, glancing at her group of already drunk and rowdy friends.

"Yay me." she squealed with false enthusiasm, causing him to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. You're adorable." He flashed a huge smile, making her melt on the inside, automatically making her return it.

"I don't think a grown woman can be... adorable," she said trying not to blush, "but thank you." Mercedes looked down bashfully.

"Anytime." When she looked up, they locked eyes, brown piercing green.

"Here you go, Sexy Mama." Puck called, breaking their staring contest.

"Thank you." Mercedes reached for her drink, only to have him grab her hand.

"No problem." he said, before pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

"Puck, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not interested?" She snatched her hand back, wiping it on the side of her dress.

"You know you want this, baby girl." Puck winked and walked away to service another customer.

"God, he gets on my nerves. I need a drink." she turned back around on her stool to hear a deep laugh.

"Why? I find his relentless behavior quite admirable." He smiled, hearing Mercedes snort. "I'm Sam, by the way. Sam Evans." he introduced himself, extending his hand for her to shake. She looked down at his outstretched hand, immediately taking in how long his fingers were. "Imagine what magic those can do." Before she could continue with her *nasty* thoughts, she shook herself free of her trance and shook his hand. Their breaths hitched as they both felt a spark run between them.

"Mercedes Jones." she said softly, hypnotized by his intense stare.

"Mercedes." He nodded, biting his lip. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He flashed another smile, causing Mercedes to blush.

"Well, aren't you the charmer." She mimicked him, biting her lip, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks."You aren't half bad yourself." she mused, her eyes twinkling under the lights from behind the bar. Mercedes let her eyes travel down his body, taking in his snug, dark jeans and black Converses, and marveling in how perfect his white v-neck clung to his biceps. Looking back up at his face, she zeroed in on his abnormally red and plump lips, and smirked. "Those are huge."

"Mercedes?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I got a little distracted."

"It's okay. I was just saying I don't really want to let your hand go." He gently squeezed her hand, making it aware that he was still holding it. She snatched it back quickly, apologizing. "Also, my lips aren't that big." He smirked, licking his lips.

"I said that out loud?" Her eyes grew, surprised at her slip up.

"No, I just get that a lot."

"Me, too. I'm just surprised to find a guy with lips as big as mine. A white guy with lips as big as mine. Not saying you're weird or abnormal, it's just...different. I'm going to shut up now, before I make more of a fool out of myself." She turned away from him cringing, only to hear him laugh.

"And you said grown women can't be adorable."

"Oh, whatever."

"What's up party people?" Sam and Mercedes turned to see Santana standing on the bar's stage, drink in hand, yelling into a mic. "As some of you know, today is my birthday. If you don't, screw you." She shrugged.

"Oh God." Mercedes groaned, while Sam laughed.

"An extremely awesome friend of mine recently lost a bet to yours truly. So instead of creaming her of all of her money, I asked her to sing a little somethin' somethin' tonight." She turned towards the bar before continuing. "Some of you may know her as the best voice of open mic. Others may know her as the best voice on the planet. Give it up for Mercedes!" she yelled pointing to her, as the crowd cheered.

"That's me." She stood from her stool and wiped the wrinkles out her dress.

"Wait, you can sing?"

"I'll let you be the judge of that." She sauntered off, looking back to wink at him. Sam watched as she walked away, enjoying the view.

After being helped onto the small stage, Mercedes approached the mic, smiling as she received a few catcalls. "How's everyone doing tonight?" she spoke into the mic, her smooth, sultry voice filling the room.

"Better now!" she heard Puck yell from the back of the club.

"Behave Noah." Mercedes pointed a perfectly manicured finger towards the bar as she scolded him mockingly. "Let's get this show started, shall we?" She nodded toward the back of the bar, signaling for them to start the track she provided. The lights went down and a single spotlight shone as the music began.

I feel like the girl at the bar who's been there too long
Can't stand up!
I should be gone but I just can't get enough, yeah!

"This is my shit!" Santana yelled as she recognized the song.

Fumblin', gigglin', silly as ever
I get like this after one too many
But right now I ain't even been drinkin'
He approached me and asked for a minute
Which turned into five, then turned into ten
And right now I don't know how to say when

Sam watched in awe as Mercedes transformed into a confident, free spirit, tackling the song as if it was her own.

So can I get a refill?
Can I get a refill?
Can I get a refill?
Yeah, of your time

Cause you're intoxicating my mind

Feel like a conversational lush
Cause I don't know how much is too much, yeah
I feel like the girl at the bar who's been there too long
Can't stand up!

Wishin' and hopin' that I don't blow it
I'm nervous as hell
I don't wanna show it
And right now I don't even know what I'm saying
I've never had game, no never
I don't wanna sound like a broken record
But until you say goodnight
All I know is that I'm staying!

Mercedes looked up, her eyes locking with Sam's as she continued to rock the song, almost as if she were dedicating the song to him.

So can I get a refill?
Can I get a refill?
Can I get a refill?
Yeah, of your time
Cause you're intoxicating my mind

Feel like a conversational lush
Cause
I don't know how much is too much, yeah
I feel like the girl at the bar who's been there too long
Can't stand up!

I need a shot of
You on the rocks
Cause I'm down to my very last drop

So can I get a refill?
Can I get a refill?
Can I get a refill?
Baby, can I get a refill?
Yeah!

Cause I feel like the girl at the bar who's been there too long
Can't stand up!
I should be gone, but I just can't get enough

Mercedes flirted with the end of the song, decorating it with her own runs and adlibs, while the crowd fell in love with her. As she finished, she received a standing ovation and many whoops and catcalls. She looked back towards the bar, only to see that Sam was not there.

"Thank you." She whispered into the mic before walking back towards the bar, avoiding her booth of friends. "Puck! Can I get an ice water, please?"

"Sure thing, Mama. You were-"

"Boy, don't even." She put her hand up gesturing for him to stop.

"Okay, okay. Here you go." He handed her glass and napkin, throwing a wink her way. She shook her head and took a sip.

"Boo!" Sam came up behind Mercedes and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Shit. You scared me. I thought you left." she said, clutching her chest.

"No, uh, I had to handle something." he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh, okay."

"By the way, did I mention how great you were? Just amazing."

"Oh, that? That was just me playing around." she said, waving off the compliment.

"Playing around?" Sam's eyebrows rose with surprise.

"Yea." She shrugged.

"Wow. Will I be able to hear you really sing?"

"Well, you can if you don't mind coming back next Friday. I perform here every second

Friday."

"I'll be there." he said quickly, smiling.

"Good." She couldn't help but smile back, enjoying the thought of seeing him again.

"Great."

"Yo, Aretha, Trouty! Dance with me!" A drunken Santana yelled over the beginning chords of Corrine Bailey Rae's Closer, as she grabbed both of their hands.

"Trouty?" Sam questioned, confused at his new nickname. Mercedes mouthed a "sorry" as they were both dragged to the dance floor. They all started moving together, Santana sandwiched between them, Mercedes on her front, and Sam on her back.

"I wanna get close to you, baby!" Santana sang obnoxiously. "She wanna get close to you, Trouty." She looked back at Sam, grinding into her crotch, while clutching and squeezing Mercedes' curves. "I'm going to give you two some privacy." Santana moved from between them as a slower song began to play and slapped Mercedes' ass. "Now's your chance." she said pushing them together, before she walked away.

"Sorry about that." she apologized, stepping back, putting some space between them.

"Where are you going?" Sam grabbed her had, spinning her into him, her back pressed to his hard, chiseled front. "Who said I didn't want to dance with you?" He spoke flirtatiously into her ear, moving his hands to her waist and grinding into her.

"Who said I was going anywhere?" She looked up at him smirking, before reaching up and wrapping her arm his neck. He put his face in her neck as they moved together smoothly, breathing in her scent.

"Did you just sniff me?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked back at him.

"If I say yes, will you think I'm creepy?"

"No."

"You smell good."

"I was gonna say the same about you." She shrugged.

"Ew, you sniffed me?" Sam gasped playfully.

"You are a mess!"

"You like it, though."

"How would you know? I don't know you." She sassed.

"Because it kept that big, pretty smile on your face tonight."

"Touché. Good move, Trouty." Mercedes tried to suppress the smile gracing her lips, but failed terribly.

"I know, Aretha."

"Samuel Evans!" Both Sam and Mercedes jumped, putting space between them.

"Jess? What are you doing here?" Sam addressed the gorgeous, petite brunette that approached the pair.

"So she's the reason you've been avoiding me? She's the reason you've been ignoring my calls?" She eyed Mercedes, giving her a look of disgust.

"What the hell is going on?" Mercedes looked between the two, confused about their situation.

"What's going on is you're messing with a taken man!" Jess spat at Mercedes.

"Excuse me?"

"What? Don't listen to her, Mercedes." Sam turned to Jess. "What the hell is wrong with you? I broke up with you three months ago. Get over it."

"Um, I'm just gonna go and let you two talk. It was nice meeting you, Sam." Mercedes turned and walked away.

"Mercedes!" he called out after her, before turning and pointing an angry finger at Jess. "I don't know what you're problem is, but I serious hope you get some help." With that, he stormed out of the bar.

Back at the booth, Santana fumed. "Want me to beat his ass? I'll beat his ass. I got my razors. I'll beat his ass, then cut his lips off."

"Santana, it's not that serious. Calm down." Mercedes grabbed the Latina by her arm as she tried to stand up to prevent her from falling over. "Maybe we should go. You've had entirely too much to drink."

"Good lookin' out. Let's take this party back to your place. Dinner's on you."

"Cedes, you okay?" Kurt pulled Mercedes to the side as they were leaving the bar, seeing the distant look on her face.

"Huh? Oh, yea. I'm just a little disappointed, ya know? He was gorgeous."

"Girl, yes he was." Kurt nodded, biting his lip, causing Mercedes to laugh.

"Boy, get in the car." She shook her head as she climbed into the driver's side of her car.

That night, Mercedes went to bed with one thing on her mind: a hypnotizing pair of green eyes. Little did she know, that wouldn't be her last encounter with Trouty.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Overdosed! Review, review, review! - Bria