So by a misjudgment on how much I love Samcedes, even now, I watched the Best Man, and I wanted to try and have Samcedes play out a stripper Mercedes plot. And to be honest, I might play every other relationship with them too cuz I mean, I love the Best Man. So let's see how this goes and tell me what you think.

Sam clinked his glass as all eyes turned to him. "I want to thank everyone for coming to Tina and Artie's rehearsal dinner. As one of Artie's best men, I just want to say that Love is special and when you find that one person you want to spend the rest of your life with like Artie has with Tina, you hold onto them. So I would like to raise a glass for Artie and Tina. May your marriage be full of Love, fun, and all that other stuff that make it last."

Everyone clicked their glasses together as Sam sat down, and Mike slapped his back. "Dude, that was all sweet and stuff. So once Artie and Tina say goodbye, we are headed to Vegas for the guy's night bachelor party."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, not happening, I told you; Rachel said I couldn't come."

"And I told you to grow a pair and tell her to shut it."

Sam laughed. "Look, I know she's demanding, but she said she didn't like the influence you guys have on me and that I should look into new friends. Which I told her wasn't gonna happen, but I mean yeah."

Mike shook his head. He and Sam had been best friends since High School. The unlikely pair were on the football team with Artie. And they all just clicked. Now 15 years later, they were getting ready for Artie to stop dragging his feet and marry his high school sweetheart. And it wasn't lost on Mike that Rachel had been hinting to Sam for the same commitment. But Sam, thankfully, wasn't there. Mike would not be able to handle it if Sam married that harpy.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Rachel, but she wasn't suitable for Sam. Most of the time, she was too busy trying to make Sam into who she wanted him to be, which was her ex-boyfriend Jesse.

Mike pulled out his phone and checked his phone. "Okay, so we need to get going within the next 5 minutes."

"Like I said, I can't go. If it was a night maybe, but the whole weekend at a hotel in Cincinnati, I can't."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Sam, listen to me. This is Artie's night, and if you let Rachel ruin it, then you aren't the friend either of us thought you were. We have been talking about this for years, like the moment we all became friends. We promised to do it big, and if you don't, then what kind of best man are you?"

"Mike."

"No! I said nothing when she told you that being in a band with us would make you look pathetic. And when she made you stop making comic books and take that office job you hate, I didn't say a thing. Sam, Artie, and I are your oldest friends, and yet, she stopped us from doing guys' weekends once a month. All we wanted was for you to fly out, but she said no, and I didn't say anything. But enough is enough."

Sam was about to speak when Rachel came over to him, "Ready to go, baby, you have to take me home. And help me pick out what I am wearing to the wedding, then go home and call me so we can talk all night."

Mike raised an eyebrow, and Sam stood. "Rachel. I am going to celebrate with the guys."

"I already told you that you weren't going to that. Now come on."

"Rachel, I have a mother, and she ain't you. I am hanging with my friends tonight, and that's enough."

Rachel pouted. "Fine! I see how it is. I thought you loved me, but it's clear you love your freedom more than you love me. I try, and I try to make you happy, and all I ask is that you do the same for me."

She forced tears out. "Don't you love me, Sammy?"

Sam closed his eyes as Mike nudged him and Sam nodded. "Rachel."

"Sam, I thought what we had was important, I thought we cared about each other, and I thought that we were moving in the right direction, but if you would rather hang out with your friends in Vegas, watching hoochie's dance for money then you go ahead and do it I mean it! You want to spend the weekend surround by half-naked women who have no respect for themselves or their lives, then go! GO!"

Sam turned to her and nodded. "You are right, Rachel."

Rachel smiled smugly as Sam continued. "I will see you later."

He turned and walked towards the door when the others were waiting to cheer him on as Rachel screamed angrily, walking away.

About a five-hour flight later, the party was in full swing as drinks and food were laid out for the men. The 15+ guys were scattered around the hotel room, laughing and joking as Sam sat as his phone rang. He went to answer, but Mike took his phone.

"Nope, not this weekend. YOu can talk to her at the wedding, but you need to relax and unwind. Come on, Jake got us strippers, and you know they are gonna be good! Have fun!"

Mike handed Sam a shot, and Sam took it, grabbing another one.

He knew a long time ago that Rachel was not the one for him; she was selfish and stubborn and tried to make him something he wasn't, but in their small town, he had dated pretty much every girl around, and Rachel was just safe. He was settling, he knew it, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he might have to suck it up and marry her. Maybe his dad was right, and he couldn't do any better.

Sam heard the guys starting cheering and then saw a man walk in with two girls, one blonde and one Latina. The man stood in front of them and smiled.

"Gentleman, my name is Matt, and I am here to make all your fantasies come true. First, let me introduce Britt and Six. Where is the man of the hour?"

Everyone pushes Arite to the front, and the girls smiled as "Naughty Girl" By Beyonce began to play. Sam sighed, falling further back into his chair. If this was how the night was going, he was better off pretending to listen to Rachel. At least then he could get some work done.

Mike shoved Sam, and Sam frowned. "What?"

"Sam, this is a party, and there are two very sexy women over there giving Arite a lap dance, and you are sulking here like a baby."

"Mike, I just, I don't know, okay."

"Fine, take your phone if you miss Rachel that much."

"I don't miss her!"

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it?!"

"Mike, when we fly back for the wedding, you and Artie are only there for a few more days before you come back here, and I am stuck there. I don't know what I am supposed to do with my life."

"Maybe dump Rachel and move to LA with us?"

"And do what?"

"Sam, you can do anything you want. You just have to believe it."

Sam downed three more shots and leaned back. "I'm never gonna find love, am I?"

"Sam, stop, you don't know that."

Sam sighed as the music changed to Bel Biv Devoe and Sam looked to the front. He had was surprised girls would be stripping to the song.

Matt smiled, stepping forward. "Gentlemen, it's time for you to meet Vixen, but be careful. This curvy goddess is Poison."

Sam's eyes widened as the woman he assumed was Mercy stepped out of the side room. He gulped as the curvy woman with beautiful chocolate skin walked to the other women. She dropped it low and brought it up slow, allowing everyone to see every single curve she had in her formfitting jersey dress with "Poison" Sprayed on it. Britt and Six grabbed the dress, and Sam shuttered as they peeled it off of her, revealing her black and purple corset and boy shorts. She danced around Artie and Mike, moving to a few of Artie's friends from LA; then her eyes locked on Sam's. He sat up as she bit her bottom lip shyly before continuing to dance as she moved towards him. The music effortlessly changed, and Sam swore time moved slower as she walked right up to him and bent down in front of him, dancing now to "Dance for You" by Beyonce. Every move of her hips had Sam' mesmerized. As she moved to sit on his lap, Sam's hands went to her hips as she moved her long locks to the side as Sam leaned into her, holding her as she rode his lap.

Mike sat next to him, cheering them on as Sam got lost in everything that was Vixen.

"You are so beautiful."

"Thank you, baby," she said sinfully seductively.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, baby, Vixen loves you."

Mercedes Jones stared at her phone; she couldn't believe the call she just had. It was everything she ever wanted. Her best friend Santana smiled at her. "What's got you all smiles over there, Cedes?"

"That was Sebastian Smythe, that manager I told you about; he wants me to come to LA next week for an audition at his Label."

"What?!"

Mercedes nodded. "Yes, this could be huge for me! I just have to wow them."

"Cedes, no one has a voice like you; I know you will. And then maybe you can make a better life for yourself than this. 30 years old and dancing for lame parties? You were always better than this."

Mercedes sighed. "You are better than this too. But this is the life we got. I never even meant to stay in this for so long, but life happens, and I had to send money back to my family."

Santana sighed. "Look, I always knew you were destined for great things, and this is a great thing. Well, as long as Matt lets you out of your contract."

"God, I hope so,"

Santana smiled. "So tonight might very well be your last performance?"

Mercedes nodded. "It might be, and it could be yours too. You don't have to live like this."

Santana laughed. "I know I don't have to, but I get paid to look sexy and dance with my wife, it's not a bad thing, plus Matt is gonna let us take over eventually. It was supposed to be the three of us, but with you moving on up."

Mercedes laughed. "Moving on up, huh? Am I gonna get a deluxe apartment in the sky?"

"You better cause I wanna come to visit."

Mercedes shook her head as she went to grab her things for the bachelor party. As Matt arrived to pick them up, Mercedes sat in the front and looked at him. "Matt, this has to be my last show."

"Mercedes, don't do this; you say that once a week, so let's just skip the part where you pretend to leave and have fun."

"Matt, I am serious. I have an Audition in LA next week. I need to try this; I have too."

She watched as Matt stared at her; she knew that he cared about her on some level. He never let anything happen to her and the girls, and with their histories, Mercedes was grateful for that.

"Matt, you have changed my life, and no, this isn't what I imagined doing with my life, but I don't regret it."

Matt sighed. "I don't want you to go. You are the main attraction for a reason. But who am I to step on your dream. Just know you can always come back. Because I mean cone on I have to wish it, I am gonna take a huge hit with you gone."

Mercedes smiled, taking his hand. "Thanks, Matt."

As they entered the party, she made her way to the back room. She used that time to get ready and prepare for her night. Britt and San heated the guys up, and Mercedes sizzled at the end as always. It was something they had done for the last 10 years, and though their songs and styles changed, it was a system that worked and paid well.

As Mercedes stepped out of the room, she surveyed the crowd and searched for her target. Seeing the dark blonde sitting and looking miserable, she made up her mind that he would be her target and she would make him forget his worries.

So she did what she did best. She danced around, waiting for him to make eye contact with her, which wasn't hard. The way he looked at her, though, not as if she was some sexy stripper but as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it moved here, and she almost walked away from him. But she was drawn to him. As she danced for him, she gave in to the fantasy of giving the man everything he wanted, and Sam took it as most men did. But when he held her, grabbed her, she shivered herself. And she found herself wanting to make him smile and not wanting him to let her go.

As the song ended, she took her to leave and made it back to the room while the girls who stayed for the wilder side of the party came out and made the guys very happy. Mercedes slipped into her jersey dress and her sneakers as the door opened. "Santana, I am just about ready."

She turned to throw her hair in a messy bun and was surprised to see Sam standing in front of her.