This is the beginning of Sam trying to fix things.
When Sam entered his home after Mercedes car left he immediately poured himself a shot, before completely changing his mind and chucking the glass at a wall causing the bourbon and glass to shatter on his wall. He flexed his fists as tears streamed down his face. His very reason for even being happy around the time of year that he typically could care less about had sped away and she didn't even want to talk to him. He held his head low and the tears splatter on the granite countertop before heading to his room to get dressed. He decided that he was going to march to Mercedes's penthouse and force her to listen to him, and believe him that nothing had happened.
He hadn't even seen Rachel since he caught her giving some intern a blowjob in his own trailer. He had left her there and vowed to never give his heart to anyone and he was doing one hell of a good job until he Mercedes. She made him stop and think, she made him see the good in all people and things, she made him feel happy and alive. She was the other half of his heart and without her, he didn't know how he was going to be able to live without her. So he called her phone but it went straight to voicemail, and he called again and he got the same result. Then he dressed in his sweatsuit and drove over to her penthouse. He rushed past the doorman and headed up to her suite. He rushed down the hall and knocked on her door gently.
"Cedes, baby please open the door," He whispered.
"Just let me explain baby, I promise I can explain everything, I promise I never touched her, and I haven't seen her until today, just open the door." He begged. Once he realized that Mercedes wasn't going to open the door he did something that he learned years ago. He picked the lock. He always kept random bobby pins in his pocket for moments like this. He jiggled the lock and it clicked open and he twisted the knob and pushed gently as to not startle Mercedes. He squeezed through and noticed that Mercedes was on the floor holding herself and rocking back and forth as tears streamed down her face, and her breathing was going ragged.
Sam picked her up startled by her behavior and took her to her bedroom and placed her on the queen-sized bed.
"Mercedes baby please you have to calm down," Sam said, but she only cried harder.
"Baby please." Sam pleaded. Then Mercedes started shaking harder, he took off his shoes and got in the bed with her and held her. A few minutes later her breathing had returned to normal, and she stopped shaking but she was still silently crying.
"Why did you want to date me?" She mumbled out.
"Because I wanted you Cedes, I wanted you to be mine."
"Shane told me it was just for the sex, and I think he was right." Mercedes replied quietly.
"Why are you saying this?"
"Because no one ever lusts or shows interest in me. No one dates that fat black girl without some type of ulterior motive. No one wants me Sam, and I thought you did but you lied. I've tried so hard for Shane's words not to affect me, and for me to live happy and free, but I can't seem to do it right. He was right everything he ever said about me was right. I"m stupid, naive, a slut, a pathetic bitch. I am who he says I am." Mercedes repeated like a robot.
"Mercedes don't you ever say those things about yourself again." Sam pleaded.
"Just go Sam, you got what you wanted from me," Mercedes said numbly.
"I am not leaving."
"SAM JUST GO. PLEASE JUST GO! YOU GOT A STORY TO TELL NOW JUST LET ME GO!" Mercedes screamed as she sat up in her bed.
"NO MERCEDES! Look I get it you are pissed because you walked in on me in the worst possible position ever for you and your insecurities. But I am not leaving, you are who I want, you are who I want in my bed at night, you are all the woman I need. So don't you dare sit here and think for one second whatever that punk said about you or to you is true because it isn't. Now yes sure in the beginning all I wanted from you was sex, but that whole courting thing was real, me making love to you was real, me caring about you and thinking about was real. You are the girl that I want and I don't have any ulterior motive for it. You have to believe me," Sam pleaded as he cupped Mercedes's face in her hands. However, Mercedes didn't meet his eyes.
"Baby please look at me," Sam begged.
"I'll see you tomorrow on the plane Sam," Mercedes whispered as she removed her face from Sam's clutch and walked to her bathroom and locked the door behind her. Sam let out a deep sigh as he looked towards the door before deciding to head out and leave the penthouse. Once he exited the elevator and headed for the main entrance the doorman stopped him.
"Hey, you are Ms. Jones's friend right?"
"Who is asking?" Sam said irritated.
"Oh I didn't mean it in that way, her ex-boyfriend Shane just left here about maybe 15 minutes before you arrived, and it explains why she was so upset, she didn't even say hi to me like she normally does." He replied.
Sam began, "Do you know where he went or something?"
"I do actually, I wrote it down on this piece of paper, he was talking to someone on the phone talking about dropping the money off for the job. Um here you go, look I am only telling you this because Ms. Jones is a really nice person, out of all the people that live in this building she is the only one to ever ask about me or my family and if we are ok, and to see her upset like that really hurts. So Happy Holidays." The man explained.
"Thank you so much, and happy holidays," Sam replied as he raced to the car and sped to the address praying that he wasn't too late. When he made it to the address he noticed it was a bunch of ratty apartment buildings, and then he saw Shane. He got out of his car and followed behind the man careful not to draw attention to himself. He followed the man until he walked into what he assumed was his apartment. Sam sighed out hoping that he could just pick the lock and he could without much work. He snuck into the room and found Shane giving Rachel a large sum of money.
"Thank you for your help, Rachel." Shane praised her.
"No problem I had fun making the little bitch cry, she was so gullible she actually thought me and Sam slept together." Rachel giggled.
"Yeah she is pretty dumb, and me showing up to her place was the icing on the cake, watching her crumble with just my words was amazing. However, I wouldn't mind having sex with her one more time." Shane gloated. Sam lost it he charged toward Shane and tackled him to the floor and started pounding his face in as Rachel screamed out and left the place.
"You. Son. Of. A. Bitch." Sam grunted out as he kept punching Shane's face as blood poured out from all kinds of wounds.
"You hurt her, now I am going to have to hurt you," Sam replied as he stood up and kicked Shane in the ribs and stomped on his neck.
"Let's get one thing motherfucking clear Shane. Mercedes is mine, and you are never ever going to darken her doorway again and I swear to God if you do this will seem like child's play. Do I make myself clear?" Sam hissed out. With limp body movements, Shane gave a sad nod, and for a final lick, Sam kicked Shane square in his crotch. Satisfied with his work he walked out of the apartment and there he saw Rachel. He grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall.
"I am going to say this and I am going to say it one time only. You are going to stay the fuck away from me and Mercedes and you are going to release a formal apology to her face to face." Sam gritted out.
"And if I don't?" Rachel questioned.
"Then I will make you my bitch." Santana said from behind them. Santan figured something was wrong when she repeatedly called Mercedes and the phone went straight to voicemail, and her suspicions were only confirmed when Sam called her to meet him at this address after giving him a watered-down version of the events that had transpired.
"Who the hell are you?" Rachel yelled.
"You hurt my best friend, so you can either A give her a goddamn apology or B, and trust me sweet face you don't want to know what B is," Santana said.
"I'm not apologizing," Rachel argued. Sam grabbed Rachel's arm and threw her to Santana.
"She's all yours Santana," Sam said as he walked to his car.