200- Shield (Samcedes; implied Pezberry and Fierce)
Sam smiled down at Mercedes, tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry."
"For what?" she asked. "It's not like you're the one who shot me."
"I promised to protect you. I said I would be your strength and shield—OW!" he yelped when she smacked him.
"Sam, there's no way you could've stopped this. Some psycho fan snuck in and had a gun. Even if you had been there, you would've been off stage and wouldn't have gotten to me in time."
"I'm glad you're okay," he said. "I was so scared."
"Come on, boyfriend…you know it's going to take more than a couple of bullets to keep me down." She took his hand and gave him a winning smile.
Santana came in looking frazzled at that moment. "I'm going all Lima Heights on the next mother fucker who tries to barge in here. How's our favorite chocolate princess doing?"
"Better, knowing that my wonderful manager is keeping the press away."
"Good. I'm going to call my wife, Quinn and Britt and tell them they can stop freaking out now."
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Could my 'strength and shield' please talk the doctor into letting me have a Powerade?"
"I'm on it."
