I dont own Glee! As much as I wish on every flipping star I see, I dont own it... but just you wait... one day... IT WILL ALL BE MINE! muhahaha

(sorry about that, insomnia is kind of a pain in the ass and it makes me say crazy things)

I looked at the mirror in Quinn's living room and smiled at myself. I looked good. My skin tight black tights looked well on me and the corset I had around my torso made my boobs look phenomenal. I fluffed my luscious curls under my pirate hat and turned back to the raging party behind me. It was obvious someone had spiked the punch because Quinn and Puck were on the dance floor, grinding into each other like they were about to shoot some Halloween porno. The bunny rabbit and the zombie football player. It could be called zombies, bunnies, and magnums. Ugh, I was a sicko.

I looked around and tried not to stare at Sam who looked extra fuckable in his regular shirt and pants. No one understood his costume except for me, especially when he pulled out a loaf of bread. Everyone stared at him as he flashed the bread and a weird smile, trying to get his costume across. Kurt guessed a gay baker, to which Sam asked "why I gotta be gay?" Blaine guessed the man on the Cinnamon Toast crunch box. I was the only one that guessed correctly.

"You're Peeta!" I had shouted.

"Yes! Why does no one else get my outfit?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "They aren't as cool as us. Why isn't Kitty Katniss?"

"She didn't like the wig and she said theres nothing sexy about a chick with a bow and arrow. Little does she know," he said winking. I swallowed down vomit that formed in my mouth at the thought of Kitty being Katniss and Sam putting his "loaf" in her "oven" even if they had already done it. Why did I have to be in love with a man whore?

I noticed Finn was sitting alone on the stairs, staring out into the crowd. I walked over to him and sat.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he muttered back sadly. "Nice pirate costume."

"Thanks," I said, pinching at the threads of my corset. "Nice… ummm I really don't know what you are."

"I'm no one. Rachel and I were supposed to dress up together. We were gonna be Brad and Janet from Rocky Horror…" he trailed off. Finn and Rachel's breakup was news of the day at school when we found out nearly 2 weeks ago. He'd walk around in old sweatpants and dingy shirts, his face red from crying while Rachel flaunted her new boyfriend, Jesse around like some doll. Needless to say not only was our group of friends shunning her but Glee club was eternally awkward. Artie and I refused to speak to her while the other members had no idea what the hell was going on because they were all freshman.

"I get it," I said. "I know it sucks now but… it'll get better."

Finn turned to look at me and I fell into his chocolate brown eyes. "How d'you know?"

I shrugged. "I'm omnipotent."

Finn gave me a half smile and I grinned back.

"I just thought I meant something to her. And then she goes and starts dating Jesse St. Asshole after he threw eggs at her. It's just fucked up," he said, shaking his head.

"The heart wants what the heart wants," I muttered, stealing a glance of Sam.

"Why are you here alone?" he asked.

"I'm not," I said. "I'm here with all of my friends, including one of my best guy friends."

"Sam?" he asked confused.

"No… this really awesome freakishly tall guy who looks like a sad puppy because one girl didn't know what the hell she had." I took my hat off and placed it on Finn's head.

"Thanks," he said adjusting the oversized hat.

"No problem," I said, rising. "But you have to promise me something."

"What?" he asked.

"You can't sit on the stairs for the entire party. You owe me one dance Cinderella."

"I can't dance," he said. Boy did I know, freshman, sophomore, and junior homecomings were proof enough. The boy had two left feet. I saw him try to do the worm once in the hallway and it wasn't pretty. Like AT ALL!

"Me neither," I lied. I could dance. I mean not like BOW! Dance but I could do something. I had rhythm.

"Deal," Finn said smiling. I winked at him before walking away and into the kitchen. I winced when I saw Mike and Tina, kissing vigorously in the bathroom by the kitchen. I shut the door for them and prayed they had protection. I loved them but I was not ready to be Aunty Mercy.

I reached for a ginger ale out of the crisper and opened it, only to spill half of it on the floor when Sam walked up behind me and poked me on the side.

"Jesus!" I yelled.

"Sorry. Did you spill any on yourself?" he asked, reaching for a napkin and brushing it against my chest. I stared at him as he continued to wipe away at an imaginary stain on my corset. He noticed my horrified look. "Nothing got on you did it?" I shook my head. "So now I'm just awkwardly touching your very exposed tits?" I nodded my head in response. Sam removed his hand and flapped it like it was on fire. "Okay! Sorry about that."

"It's fine. They're irresistible," I joked. I had to catch myself. Ever since Sam and Kitty got together, all I ever did when I talk to Sam was flirt with him. I feel like some type of home wrecker. Some small voice in my head was saying go for it, but the smarter side was telling me to stop. I hate when I have a war in my head. Especially when the small voice is pointing out the fact that Sam is looking extra Peeta-licious at the moment. His hair was messed up like he'd just woken up, just the way I liked it.

"Mercy, did you hear me?" Sam asked, waving his hand back and forth in my face.

"What?" I asked snapping out of my day dream.

"I said, I saw you and Finn talking earlier. Is he okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "He'll be alright. Rachel's just a bitch, ya know. Broke his heart."

"I get it. Youre a good friend for talking to him," he said.

"Yeah… well Finn's a great guy. He doesn't deserve what he got."

"So you like him?"

"Yeah… that's why we're friends," I said slowly, confused at what Sam was getting at.

"So… you'd date him?"

I put my hands up in protest. "Woah, woah… Finn's great and everything but he and I are just friends."

"I saw the way he looked at you in this costume and it was not 'just friends'." Sam said. I detected anger in his voice and I wanted to know where the hell it had come from.

"So?" I asked, shrugging. "What's it matter how he looked at me?"

"He looked at you like you were a drink of water and he's been stuck in a desert somewhere," he said, crossing his arms. I imitated his motion and scowled.

"I'm not offended. It's an ego boost," I said smugly.

"Well I don't like it," Sam muttered, turning around the island in the middle of his kitchen.

"As if anyone asked for your opinion?" I mumbled under my breath and leaned against the countertop. "Why do you care anyways?"

"Because…" he trailed off.

"Because what?"

"Because…" Sam took a step towards me and I felt my heart beat faster at each step he took. He was inches away from my face and I could smell his breath. It smelt like he'd just eaten a piece of strawberry candy. Sam placed his hands on either side of me, backing me into the corner top so I couldn't move. It wasn't like I was complaining either. "You're like a sister to me Mercy."

I internally groaned. There he was putting me in the sister box again. Friend zoning me indefinitely.

"Brothers don't back their sisters into corners and awkwardly pat at their breasts," I said, staring only at his lips. All I had to do was move a little bit closer and his lips would be on mine.

"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to touch them. And you," he said huskily. That was it. I was about to rip my panties off, tie them to a stick and wave them around in surrender.

Sam moved closer to me and I didn't stop him. One of his legs was between mine and I could feel his torso on mine. Heat came off of his body and I was just about to scream 'fuck it' and kiss him.

Just a little farther…

"Hey Mercy, where are—oh," Kurt entered the kitchen and Sam and I pulled apart. "Sorry, did I interrupt?"

"Yes," Sam started to say but I cut him off. I had enjoyed our awesome sexual tension but when it came down to it, I wasn't Sam's girlfriend, Kitty was. And she was somewhere at this party looking for her boyfriend.

"Actually Sam was just going to find his girlfriend, weren't you Sam?" I asked, looking into his emerald green eyes. He sighed and looked down at the ground before nodding.

"Yeah," he said sadly, before walking out of the kitchen. "Catch you guys later." Kurt watched Sam leave and rushed over to me.

"Diva, I am so sorry. I didn't know you two were in here… "

"We weren't doing anything so don't apologize. You just stopped me from making a mistake. If I had kissed him, he would have cheated and as much as I hate the idea of him and Kitty together, I won't do that to her," I said, I ran a hand through my hair and tugged at the roots. I had to move on. Nothing was ever gonna come of Sam and I so I had to just keep on trucking. Sam had Kitty and I had… well… I had no one but still, I needed to move on.

"If he doesn't see that he could have you instead of Kitty 'sucks a lot of dicks' than he has no idea what he has," Kurt said, hugging me. I hugged him back and sighed.

"What's up with you and Quinn and giving Kitty these nicknames?" I wondered aloud.

"Oh we have a whole book we're working on dedicated to the names, its quiet good," Kurt joked. I smirked at my best friend and rubbed his smooth, pale face.

"And you, my friend are the best Ryan Seacrest I have ever seen at a Halloween party," I said.

"Thanks, except I'm missing one of my Kardashians so it's just Seacrest, Kourtney and Kim," he said pouting and pointing to Santana and Brittany dressed as the famous sisters. "Lauren refused to dress as Khloe."

"Hey Mercedes," Finn said, entering the kitchen too. He looked different than the way he did a few minutes ago when I talked to him. He looked a little happier and not as 'I might kill myself, don't give me any sharp objects'. "How about that dance?"

And for some odd reason, I don't know why, but I found myself smiling at my tall friend with the lopsided grin. I winked at an equally shocked Kurt and followed Finn out of the kitchen.

A/N: Hiiii! I have got to say that the response for this story has surprised me. I originally wrote this story as a quirky, teenage samcedes fic but when I saw people actually liked it and wanted more, I was shocked. Thank you all so much for your reviews and thoughts on this story! (and can I just say, 100+ reviews is friggin awesome!) I'm trying not to update so close together but I cant help it.

Oh yeah, I gotsta thank my new beta Reesie... :)

Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter. I kept thinking what guy would I want Mercedes with besides Sam and Finn kept popping in my head. It could also be because I get pleasure in tearing Finchel apart... Rachel Berry isnt allowed to have everything in my world the way Ryan Murphy allowed her to have everything in his world.

Before I go on a "I hate Ryan Murphy" tangent, you guys should know that I literally have all the way to chapter 10 typed up and it gets good. It gets so good, you'll laugh like Rachel and have that weird double chin thing going on and then you'll probably cry like Tina... no scratch that. You'll cry like Santana... I KNOW! THAT GOOD!

Okay, please leave your thoughts of what you think about this chapter! It makes me smile when you do!

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