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When Sam finally spotted Mercedes, she was about to run across Bow Bridge.

"Mercedes!" he called out. She glanced over her shoulder but didn't stop. Sam exhaled deeply as he continued his pursuit. When he finally caught up to her she was trying to get lost in a crowd. "Mercedes." Sam said grabbing her arm. She was about to run again but once she felt his hand on her arm, she decided against it.

"What?" she said turning to face him.

"Where were you going?" he asked as he pulled her back through the crowd to a bench.

"Home." she said with a chuckle.

"Why?" he asked his hands in his lap.

"Where do you get off asking me questions, Samuel Evans?" Mercedes asked turning to face him.

"What?"

"You don't get to kiss me and then ask me 21 questions?"

"You mean like, if I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?" he asked.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Or do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?"

"Sam..."

"If I was down, would you say things to make me smile?"

"Sam..." she sighed. "You can't just kiss people like that. I'm sure whatever girl you're macking on when you leave the apartment wouldn't like it."

"If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said, it wasn't me. Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?" Sam asked with a crooked smile.
"Stop it 50. I'm serious. What the hell was with that kiss?" she asked slapping his arm.

"I'm sorry." he laughed. "I just thought we were reenacting the whole performance and if I remember correctly, we kissed at the end of that song."

"We did and we shouldn't have then and we shouldn't have now."

"I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have kissed you...this time." Sam said with a crooked smile. "I don't regret the first kiss, Mercedes. I didn't then and I don't now." She sighed and sat back on the bench. "Let's just forget about it, alright? We'll go back, you'll finish your show and we'll go home."

"Forgetting isn't that easy." she muttered. Sam smiled to himself as he rose to his feet. He turned to her, held out his hand and waited for her to grab it.

"Come on." he said.

"Alright." she said taking his hand. Sam helped her up and lead her back across the park.

XXXX

When Kurt saw Sam leading her Mercedes back across the park toward them, her hand in his, he wanted to scream. Plan B was working out more perfectly then he ever imagined.

"Mercedes are you alright?" Blaine asked as they met the hand holding pair.

"Yeah. I'm sorry you guys." Mercedes said to the group. "That was unprofessional."

"It's all good girl." Santana said. "We get it."

"Thanks. I'm ready to do one more song." she said her cheeks pink.

"Aight. Look here." Artie said showing her his cell phone. She nodded and went to her spot. Artie informed everyone else of his song choice and they joined Mercedes by the stone bench. When everyone was in position Sam began to play a crunchy rock song.

"I call you up when I know he's at home. I jump out of my skin when he picks up the phone. Why can't I tell if he's looking at me? Should I give him a smile? Should I get up and leave?" Mercedes sang as she danced along the stone bench. I know it's strange, I don't know what I'm thinking." she sang as Mike helped her down off of the bench. But is it wrong if I see him this weekend? I really hope I can get him alone. I just don't, don't want her to know." Mercedes moved through the crowd like she was spreading a secret. She appeared back in front of them, back to the crowd at the break in the music. When Sam began to play again she turned on the ball of her foot to face the crowd and began to to sing again. "Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! My best friend's brother is the one for me. Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh!" she sang bouncing on the balls of her feet; one finger pointing toward the sky, pumping to the beat. "A punk rock drummer and he's six foot three. I don't want to but I want to." Mercedes sang as the sound of a five gallon pickle bucket was added to Sam's crunchy guitar. Sam nodded to the stranger and kept playing. "'Cause I just can't get him out of my mind and...Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! My best friend's brother is the one for me. B-F-B." she signed the lettered to the crowd. "B-F-B." This time they signed with her. "My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother"

Kurt watched as his best friend wrapped the crowd about her pinky finger. It was a sight to see and he had always known she would be a star. He glanced around at his friends as he shimmied to the beat. Mike was free styling a dance, Santana, Dani and Tina were singing the background vocals. Blaine and himself had decided to be whatever every Diva needs in the background; two dancing gays and Arite and Rachel were selling the last of Mercedes' CDs. Kurt thought that he had seen Rachel throw Mercedes her patented 'I can't believe you're singing that song' face, but he brushed it off and kept dancing as Mercedes continued with the song.

"I kinda think that I might be his type, 'cause when you're not around, he's not acting to shy." Mercedes sang as she threw her arm around Kurt. "Sometimes I feel like he might make a move. Is this all in my head? I don't know what to do." she sang as she shrugged her shoulders. But is it wrong if I see him this weekend? I really hope I can get him alone. I just don't, don't want her to know." she said putting her finger up to her lips. There was a brief pause in the music again and she ran to stand in front of the ever growing crowd again. When the guitar and bucket drum started again, she bounced on her toes along with Kurt, Blaine and the crowd. Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! My best friend's brother is the one for me. Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! A punk rock drummer and he's six foot three. I don't want to but I want to, 'cause I just can't get him out of my mind and...yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! My best friend's brother is the one for me." Mercedes sang the chorus again. "B-F-B, B-F-B." she signed along with Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Dani, Tina and the crowd. "My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother." They all put their hands up again and signed the letters with her. B-F-B, B-F-B. My best friend's brother, My best friend's brother. B-F-B, B-F-B. My best friend's brother, My best friend's brother." The music slowed down and calmed down and she sang as she moved through the first couple of rows of the crowd. "'Cause he's such a dream, yeah. And you'd know what I mean, if you weren't related-eed" she belted. The crowd clapped furiously as the music picked up again and she sang, "Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! My best friend's brother is the one for me. Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! A punk rock drummer and he's six foot three. I don't want to but I want to, 'cause I just can't get him out of my mind and...yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh! My best friend's brother is the one for me." The crowd signed with her for the last time. "B-F-B, B-F-B. My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother." Mercedes danced through the crowd and as the last note was played she was back in front of them. She put her hands on hips as she gave the crowd a wink. They erupted into a raucous applause. "Thank you." she said beaming as she took several bows. "Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, the New Directions." she said as flourished her hands in the direction of her friends. She gave several more bows before the crowd began to thin out.

"Here you go." Artie said handing her a single CD."

"What's this?" she asked.

"That's the last one ya'll!" he hooped, pumping his fist in the air. "We sold them all for $5. We made over two grand!" They all cheered.

"That's amazing!" Kurt said hugging Mercedes. They had began the day with 500 CDs. "In celebration of this amazing accomplishment, I'm going to make the best dinner that New York City has ever seen!" he said clapping his hand together excitedly. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"What was that about?" Dani asked her in a hushed tone.

"I don't really want to have dinner with her. Especially after she had the nerve to sing that song." Rachel said her arms folded tightly across her chest.

"I don't understand."

"You know she wrote all of those songs."

"Yeah, San told me." Dani said as she watched her girlfriend congratulate Mercedes.

"Well, she wrote that one too and it's about Finn. My ex." Rachel said nastily.

"Oh! But I thought she and Sam..." Dani started.

"Apparently, she's no better than Quinn." Rachel interrupted.

"Who's Quinn?"

"Ask Santana." Rachel said as she turned from the smiling crowd. Dani looked at Mercedes then back at Rachel and shrugged her shoulders. She left her side and went to congratulate the beautiful black girl as well.

"Hey. You ready?" Sam asked Rachel as she was collecting her things.

"I'm going home." she said not looking at him.

"Why? Kurt's about to cook this amazing dinner." he said smiling. "We sold 499 CDs today and the crowd loved that last song. We got a lot to celebrate." Rachel rolled her eyes. "What's the deal?"

"I don't want to "celebrate" that song." Rachel said using air quotes.

"Why?" Sam asked confused.

"I don't want to talk about it here. I'm going home to eat. I wish you'd come. I don't want to eat alone." she said looking into his green eyes. Sam glanced over his shoulder at a beaming Mercedes then back to a doleful Rachel.

"I'll tell you what." he said. "I'll come with you now. Eat a little something and you can tell me what's wrong. Then I'll go home in time for Mercedes' dinner."

"Ok. I understand you wanting to celebrate with her."

"I wish I understood why you didn't."

"I promise I'll tell you." Rachel said with a small smile.

"Alright. Wait right here for me." he said with a kiss to her cheek. She watched as he ran over got his guitar, said something to Kurt who nodded before he joined her again. "You ready?" he asked holding out his hand to her.

"I'm ready." she said taking it as he lead her through the park.

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