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Sam Confessional

So today went nothing like I planned. I was going to fill out order forms to restock the bar and check everything but I did expect drama. Apparently some dude from work named Omari thinks its ok to be on Mercedes all the time. I noticed him talking to her at the show but it didn't bother me. Dancing is dancing and she didn't mention anything about it so I let it go. I know now I shouldn't have. When he entered the stock room this morning I had no idea that before he left he'd be telling me that he was going to take my woman because and I quote, 'a sista as fine as Mercedes deserved a brotha who could show her the meaning of love, beautiful black love'. And no lie I laughed in his face. I thought he was joking, he wasn't. Then he told me and again I quote, 'you should go back to the land of cotton and rednecks find a blonde to make Aryan babies with'.

Who says that kind of stuff? And then he left the stock room before I could respond. Not that I had a response to that level of crazy but I would like the chance. Then Mercedes and I had a fight. She told me to ignore him like she was doing with Quinn. She didn't like that I pointed out that the only reason she could ignore Crazy Q was because I told her about the bedroom creep. It pisses me off that Mercedes let me get ambushed by that dude. She didn't even tell me I should be watching his ass and now she's mad that I want to confront him. I didn't get a say in how she handled Ms. Cray so she doesn't get a say in how I handle Omari.

Kurt fluttered around the kitchen gathering ingredients for dinner. He had just talked to his boyfriend Blaine and he and Kurt's brother were coming to visit soon. Kurt wondered if he could fix his brother up with Rachel.

Kurt Confessional
I just talked to Blaine and he confirmed that he and Finn, my brother, are coming in a few weeks. I'm so excited! I'm having an amazing time but I miss Blaine. Phone calls just aren't enough. Mark my words, Rachel and my brother are going to love each other. I know it. They're perfect for each other and I mean that in the completely not crazy way.

When Kurt found Mercedes she was muttering to herself as she folding clothes.

"Mercedes." he said tentatively. Kurt had drawn the proverbial short straw and had to talk to Mercedes about her fight with Sam. He wasn't sure how it was going to go but he didn't want his friends to fight about Omari.

"Hey Kurt. What's up?" she asked as she viciously folded a shirt.

"That's my question to you. You and Sam were kinda loud. Is everything ok?" he asked.

"No, he's being stubborn and not listening to me. He's not hearing what I am telling him. Or he does hear me and chooses to ignore me which is worse." Mercedes ranted.

"Maybe I can help. A third unbiased opinion sometimes helps." Kurt said.

"Fine. He's inexplicably made because I didn't tell him about Omari. Now he wants to confront him and start a fight." Mercedes said.

"Ok. I am positive that you are not going to like what I have to say. So let me finish before you yell at me." Kurt said looking Mercedes in the eyes. She nodded silently.

"I think you meant understandably mad not inexplicably. You should have told Sam on Saturday or Sunday when you had a chance. You didn't and that troglodyte ambushed Sam. The fact that Sam was in the dark about his advances until then makes look, to Omari at least, as though you were hiding it from Sam. And in Omari's addled brain hiding it meant considering it. I do NOT condone violence, usually, but there is nothing wrong with Sam and Omari having a verbal confrontation in which Sam tells that jerk to back off his woman." Kurt said waiting for a response from Mercedes.

"No, Kurt. Omari will quickly turn the confrontation about race and Sam can't win that argument. Anything he says will be turned around to make him look bad. I don't want that." she told Kurt.

"Maybe so but if you had told Sam he would have at least been prepared for the trash that Omari had spewing out of his mouth. Now after that ridiculous tirade you expect Sam to Jesus the confrontation." Kurt pointed out.

"Yes, it's an argument he can't win." she tried to explain to Kurt. "It's not going to matter what Sam says.

"Why can't he just ignore him the way I ignore Quinn?" she asked throwing up her hands.

"He is trying to handle this in the exact way you handled Quinn. Eviscerate him with words then move on. It is possible to do that but for some reason you don't want him to. If he hadn't told you about Crazy Q and the bed you would have been furious with him. So I think Sam is well within his rights to be angry with you: and to want to confront Omari in the midst of his crazy." Kurt said leaving to go check on dinner.

Mercedes finished folding laundry and went look for Sam.

"Hi, Sam." she said sitting beside him on the couch.

"Hey." he said smiling briefly.

"So I'm a little bit sorry." she said.

"How can you be a little bit sorry?" he asked.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Omari but I'm not sorry for telling you to ignore him." she clarified.

"Thanks for the apology but I still plan to have words with him. It's not a conversation, I'm doing this. You didn't want or ask for my input with Quinn. Why is it that you get to decide how I deal with Omari?" he asked.

"Because Omari's go to is race! How can you win that?" she asked "I don't want him to make you look bad." Mercedes said.

"I'm not a racist, but he is a fool. It doesn't matter to me what he says to try to get you away from me. It only matters that he tries to get you. He's disrespecting you, me and our relationship and it needs to stop." Sam told Mercedes.

"Sam, I understand but..." Mercedes started.

"No buts unless there is another reason you don't want me to say anything to him." Sam said moving away from her.

"What? I told you why I'm against you confronting him." Mercedes said confused.

"I know what you said and now I'm asking if that's the truth. Why are you protecting Omari?" Sam seriously.

"Protecting Omari? What are you talking about?" Mercedes asked taken aback.

"You know that if I don't say anything to him he's not going to stop disrespecting our relationship. So why are you so against defending our relationship?" Sam asked.

"Sam I told you!" Mercedes said getting angry.

"You said because of race. But why because he's black are his the only opinions that matter. I understand that he as a black man has experienced life completely different than I have. I'm not trying to diminish that. But him being a black man doesn't give him exclusive rights and privileges to black women, to you. He acts as if I'm supposed to just walk away from you because he's a black man who wants you. That's dumb and so is he." Sam said getting angry as well.

"Sam, you don't understand. It's more complicated than that." Mercedes said.

"No, Mercy you don't understand. For me this thing with Omari is not about race. It's about a dude being disrespectful to my relationship." Sam told her before he left her sitting on the couch.

Neither of them noticed Quinn listening around the corner, a smile on her face.