Dont own Glee... I just keep thinking... I wonder if the actors who all these stories are based off of read fanfiction. If so do they think we're crazy?
"This is a crazy idea, Mercedes Jones. Not only is the possibility of us getting suspended or worse pretty damn high, but your reputation could be ruined?" Artie said, as I walked into the club room. It was a few days ago when I'd brought the idea to him and this was probably the hundredth time I'd been told it was crazy.
"I know Artie," I said. "But I have to do something radical right?"
"No! You could tell the kid you like him," Artie said, crossing his arms.
"It's not that simple," I said. "I fucked up and I need to fix it the only way I know how. So will you tell the band members, Santana and Brittany while I go get dressed?"
"Fine," he groaned. "You're lucky I like you."
"Ditto Artie," I said, smiling and walking out of the room only to bump into Sam and Ginny walking down the hall together.
"Hey," I said, smiling at them.
"Hey," Sam said back. "You okay? You looked like you were in a rush." I felt the palms of my hand begin to sweat and I nodded my head quickly.
"I'm awesome. Uh, I'll see you guys later." I walked past them and ran down the hallway, pausing quickly at my locker to get my bag of clothes.
"Mercy," Quinn said, leaning against my locker. "What are you gonna do about this Ginny situation?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said, shrugging. It was a total lie but I couldn't trust her with my plan. She might spill the beans. I began to do the combination on my lock.
"What the hell do you mean, nothing? This is Sam we're talking about. The guy you're supposed to be in love with!"
"I know," I said.
"You know? The fuck is up with you?"she asked, scrunching her face up at me. I grabbed the bag and shut my locker, turning to face Quinn.
"Nothing I just... I'm busy," I said, trying to walk past her. As soon as Quinn caught sight of the bag in my hand, she snatched it.
"What is this?" she asked, rifling through it. "Shoes, clothes, curling iron... please don't tell me you have a date or something."
I grabbed my bag back and held it close to my chest. "No... look I gotta go Quinn, I'll talk to you later."
"Mercy, wait!" She said, taking a step closer to me. "What's going on? I mean we haven't really talked since the other day when we met Ginny."
"I know and I'm sorry. But look I gotta go. I'll explain everything to you later." I ran down the hallway glancing at my phone clock. I had 30 minutes before lunch which meant I had 20 to get ready. I ran into the girls bathroom and scowled at the amount of ladies in there.
"Get out," I ordered. They all looked at me, giving me the bitch face. "I just had the mystery meat, so get out."
Their faces construed in horror and they all filed out of the bathroom and I smiled to myself. I pulled out the clothes and draped them over the stall doors before giving myself a pep talk.
"You can do this. You will not pass out from the sheer cray cray-ness of what you're about to do. Just remember who you're doing this for."
Sam's face lit up my mind and I smiled.
"Show Time."
I watched as Artie led the rest of the band into the cafeteria. He had saved a large table space for us only and I took a deep breath before entering after them. Santana and Brittany went out next, winking at me as they took their spots on either side of the table. I smoothed out my red skinny jeans and sequins black top before taking a step onto the table as well. I cleared my throat loudly.
"Hey!" I shouted. Everyone turned around to stare at me and I felt fear grip me. You can do this Jones! You can do this.
I heard a few people mumble to themselves and wonder why the hell I was on standing on the table with two Cheerios on either side of me. I glanced over at my table and noticed my friend's odd looks. They each had a look of curiosity and wonder on their faces.
"Um... this... umm... uhhh..." I couldn't find the words to explain what I was doing and began to stammer. I looked at Santana for help and she took that as her cue to talk.
"What Wheezy here is trying to say is that what we're about to do is for guppy lips over there so pay attention! She has something to say. Oh... and she doesn't want you taking that spice girl to homecoming." she shouted. I gave her a weak smile and nodded at the guitarist who began to play. The drummer played next while Brittany, Santana and I stepped back and forth to the music.
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?
Brittany and Santana harmonized with me as a broad smile swept across Quinn's face.
I know it's strange, I don't know what I'm thinking
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.
The three of us jumped up and down, pumping our fists in the air.
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
My best friend's brother is the one for me!
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
A punk rock Blondie and he's 6 foot 3!
I don't want to, but I want to,
Cause I just can't get you out of my mind!
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
My best friend's brother is the one for me!
BFB!
BFB!
My best friend's brother. My best friend's brother.
Everyone at our table, except for Sam stood up and joined us in jumping and pumping their fists. They danced with one another happily as I continued to sing.
I kinda think that I might be his type.
Because when you're not around, he's not acting too shy.
I jumped off the table and danced around some students who were getting into the song. I spun Artie around in his chair and winked at him.
Sometimes I feel like he might make a move.
Is this all in my head?
I don't know what to do.
I know it's strange, I don't know what he's thinking.
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.
Quinn, Kurt and Tina were the first ones to run up to me and dance around me. I smirked at all of them, not faltering. Ginny got up too, running over to Artie to dance with him.
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
My best friend's brother is the one for me!
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah
A punk rock Blondie and he's 6 foot 3.
I don't want to, but I want to,
Cause I just can't get you out of my mind and
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
My best friend's brother is the one for me!
BFB!
BFB!
My best friend's brother. My best friend's brother.
I ran up to Finn who was dancing awkwardly with his arms and ran my hand over his shoulder. I pushed him and Rachel together and winked at the couple before shouting the next part.
BFB!
BFB!
My best friend's brother. My best friend's brother.
I stared at Sam as I sang the next part, his face looked as if it was made of stone. I couldn't read him, but we locked eyes and I didn't plan on looking anywhere else any time soon.
Cause he's such a dream.
Yeah
And you know what I mean,
If you weren't related.
Puck and Finn pulled Sam out of his seat and I walked slowly to him.
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
My best friend's brother is the one for me!
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
A punk rock Blondie and he's 6 foot 3.
I don't want to, but I want to!
Cause I just can't get you out of mind and
Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah Yeeaah!
My best friend's brother is the one for me!
BFB! BFB!
My best friend's brother. My best friend's brother.
I stopped moving when I was finally in front of him and looked into his eyes, not wavering in my stare. He needed to get this. That this was how I felt. I mean I could have chosen an Adele song if I wanted hard core emotion but I mean, I was in love with my best friends brother. What other song could I have sung?
BFB! BFB!
My best friend's brother. My best friend's brother.
The music stopped and I waited, breathlessly for Sam to respond as everyone around us, cheered and clapped wildly. We stood there staring at each other, waiting for one of us to talk.
I shrugged. "I guess I suck at talking about feelings but rock at singing about them huh?"Sam chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. He continued to squint at me and not speak. "Can you speak?" I imitated how he sounded when we were kids and I'd first met him.
Sam nodded his head, just as I had, so many years ago. Full circle right?
"Dude," Puck said, leaning into Sam's ear. "This is the part where you kiss her."
"Fuck off Puckerman," he said, taking his eyes off of me for a split second.
Puck stepped back and wrapped his arm around Quinn's shoulder.
"So... what d'you say?" I asked nervously. This could go one of two ways. Sam could tell me he loved me and accept that I loved him back, or he could call me some psycho indecisive bitch who didnt deserve him.
"What do you say?" he asked back. I wasnt expecting a question back. I decide to answer honestly.
I shrugged yet again. "I say, I'm in love with my best friend's brother."
Sam nodded his head before pulling me flush against him. "Good. Me too," he said. He caught his mistake and began to blabber. "I mean... I dont love my best friends brother... I... we...ya know what I mean I-"
"Shut up," I said, cutting him off by pulling him by the collar and kissing him. I threw my arms around his neck, and stood on my tippy toes, making sure to savor Sam's taste as I had failed to do the first time we'd kissed. I felt my feet lift off the floor, literally and smiled against Sam's lips as he lifted me up.
I could vaguely hear Tina crying, and Quinn shouting a loud yes along with Kurt cheering. But I didn't care what they were doing. Because I was in the middle of kissing the hottest most awesomest guy in this school and nothing could ruin it.
"Mercedes Jones!" I heard being yelled. Well that could ruin it. I pulled away from Sam and felt the glare of Principle Figgins. "My office. Now!"
Seriously? I was up there singing for like a good 5 minutes and you choose now to interrupt? Ultimate way to ruin a mood Figgins.
A/N: I am such a woos! I said I'd wait to update didnt I? I wanted to build supsense so when you guys finally read this you'd be all like "HOLY SHIT!" But then I started thinking how I hate when I'm reading a story and the author takes forever to update. Especially when they already have the chapters written. Okay... so what'dya think? This story wasnt called My Best Friends brother for nothing :) I always had it planned that Mercedes would sing this song to Sam so I hope you guys enjoyed it because I sure as hell enjoyed writing it. There isnt much left in this story. 5 chapters tops but I was thinking about writing a sequel to it but I'm not sure where this would go. College maybe. If any of you have ideas for a sequel, PM me because I gotta admit, I love this story! Oh yeah, and I made some changes to some of the past chapters. You dont have to go back and re-read them if you dont want to but some of the stuff I added is kinda funny.
Thanks to my beta Reesie! She got this last week sometime so I know she must have been sitting on the edge of her chair so she could review this chapter!
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