Okay so I am working on the next chapter to Fake Engagement but this chapter was eating at me and we all know how that works. I hope you enjoy and stay safe.
Mercedes shouldn't have come to Sam's room. The more time she spent time with him, the more she liked him. He ordered them a brunch of scrambled eggs and cheese, turkey sausage, waffles, and orange juice. They ate and watched Captain America and Avengers and then cuddled on the bed, talking and laughing. Right now, they were talking about their favorite memories while their fingers played against each other.
"Sam, please tell me you are joking!"
"Nope, gold booty shorts for the world to see. Now I love my body, but that was too much even for me."
Mercedes giggled, "That is crazy that you played Rocky. I played Frank Furter."
Sam shook his head, "You don't have to lie."
Mercedes smiled. "I am serious. At first, they wouldn't let me, but I made my case and got to do it. I was in a corset and boyshorts. But I looked damn good. Then when I got here, a friend of Britt's put it on, and Britt practically begged me to do it since I had played the part before, and I did. It was fun."
Sam raised an eyebrow, "Prove it."
Mercedes stood up. "Fine, prepare to be dazzled. Twice."
Mercedes stood and went to the bathroom door, smiling at Sam as she shimmied.
"How d'you do? I see you've met my faithful handyman. He's just a little brought down because, when you knocked, he thought you were the candy man."
She moved towards Sam.
"Don't get strung out by the way that I look, don't judge a book by its cover.
I'm not much of a man by the light of day. But by night, I'm one hell of a lover."
She bit her lip, running her hand down her body. "I'm just a sweet transvestite, from Transexual, Transylvania."
She moved towards the bed, skipping to her favorite part. "Why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite? I could show you my favorite obsession."
She moved to the bed, crawling to Sam. "I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan."
She bit her lip, motioning up and down Sam's body. "And he's good for relieving my tension."
She laughed as Sam grabbed her, pulling her down to him. She got lost in his eyes for a moment and then stood back up and moved away from him. "I can also show you this."
She pulls out her phone and goes to youtube. That's me, and the girl's giving a show.
[You all know it's the Glee video; if you haven't seen it lately, you ain't seen it. ]
Sam sat back and smiled widely as he watched the video. "Damn, you looked so damn hot."
"Sam…."
"You do! And I mean, look at you three, you are like a man's wet dream for sure. I see why Matt put you three together."
Mercedes smirked. "Well, if that's how you feel. I shouldn't show you this, but we had a theme party, and the guys paid us very well to perform "CandyMan," well, just look."
Mercedes watched Sam as he enjoyed the video. "My God, you three are sext as hell. They should just make a show with you three on the stage singing and dancing."
Mercedes looked at Sam. "Wait, what?"
"Think about it; you guys get paid to perform anyways, so why not do it on a wider scale?"
Mercedes nodded and smiled. "I never thought about it like that."
He looked at her, putting the phone down. "You are incredible."
Sam removed her hair from her eyes, and she turned away, shaking her head. "Sam, I can't. You have a girl, and I am not a homewrecker. Can you imagine? The stripper who also cheats?"
Sam took a breath. "You are right; this isn't fair to you."
Sam climbed out of bed and grabbed his phone. Mercedes looked at him. "What are you doing?"
"Righting a wrong. A terrible wrong that needs to be corrected."
Sam dialed Rachel's number. She answered on the second ring, and Sam put it on speaker. "Samuel, what do you have to say for yourself I have been calling you. And I stopped because I figured it was only right for you to suffer, not knowing where I was or what I was doing."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Rachel."
"No, Sam! You know everyone tells me I can do better than you, that I am slumming it, but I said you had some potential."
"Rachel."
"I haven't made you the man I want you to be yet, but you have trained well, and I think with a bit more motivation, you can be exactly who I want you to be."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, looking at Sam. "Is she serious?"
Sam laughed with a nod as Rachel continued. "Now, are you on your way home? I will let you grovel at my feet after you massage them."
Sam threw his head back and laughed. "Rachel, I really don't want to do this over the phone, but I don't see any other way. You are not the woman for me. And I am not the man for you. We don't work, and I am done trying."
"Sam, Sam, what has gotten into you? Are you being held captive? Are they making you say this? I will call 911. Don't worry, baby."
"Wow, she's dramatic," Mercedes said and covered her mouth, realizing it was deafening.
"Who is that?! Who has my boyfriend? Sam, it's okay. I knew you wouldn't act like this normally."
Sam took a deep breath. "Rachel! I am fine. No one is making me say this. I should have said it a long time ago. It's over."
"Why? Is it someone else?"
"I sure hope so," Sam said, looking at Mercedes as he hung up the phone.
Rachel called him back and hit ignore. "So now I don't have a girlfriend."
Mercedes laughed. "You were not joking, were you?"
His phone rang again, and Sam blocked Rachel. "That's only gonna hold her off for a minute, I guarantee I haven't heard the last from her, but I don't care. Even if we don't make it. Even if we don't get together, you have shown me that I don't have to settle. And that is a great thing."
Mercedes blushed, looking at her hands. "I didn't do anything, Sam; we literally just met yesterday."
Sam moved closer to her. "And yet I feel like I know you better than I know anyone in my life."
Mercedes glanced up into his eyes and smiled. Sam leaned in to kiss her when someone started banging on the door. Sam groaned and got up, opening it.
Sam opened the door, seeing Brody standing there. "Brody, why the hell are you in my face?"
"Rachel called me all heartbroken, saying you dumped her and were kidnapped."
He looked over to Mercedes and shook his head. "Tell me you didn't dump Rachel for her?"
Sam folded his arms across his chest, "Brody get the hell out of my room?"
"Sam, Rachel is the best thing to ever happen to you, and you are giving it up for some stripper bitch?"
Sam grabbed Brody by the chest and threw him against the wall. Mike and Artie came into the room as Mercedes stood off the bed. "Sam, don't!"
Sam shoved Brody against the wall again, still holding him. "You will not call her out of her name or ever speak to her again. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Me?" Brody shoved him off of him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You are throwing away Gold for trash? You really think anyone will even respect you? When they meet your stripper girlfriend?"
Sam swung on Brody, hitting him in the face. "Son of a bitch, you won't disrespect her."
Artie and Mike tried to break it up as the men fought and finally pulled Sam away from Brody. Brody shoved Artie off of him.
"You gonna go begging for Rachel to take you back, and I hope she denies your ass."
"News flash Brody, Rachel ain't shit. She's manipulative and never okay with who I want to be. I am not a boy toy to be molded for her enjoyment."
Mercedes had been silently watching their interactions and words. She frowned, stepping back to grab her bag, and made her way out of the room.
Sam noticed her leave and shook Mike off of him, and chased after her. "Wait, Mercedes, please."
Mercedes turned towards him. "No! Sam, I can't. I can't sit here and ruin your friendships. I'm not worth it!"
"You are! God Mercedes, you are everything I didn't know I needed. That song you sang to me last night. I know you feel the same way. Please don't let this ruin what we could have?"
"What can we have, Sam? Like your friend said, I am a stripper and not good enough for you."
Mercedes wiped her eyes. "I'm no good for you."
She leaned up to him and kissed his cheek. "It was really great getting to know you, Sam, even if it was cut too short."
She moved towards the door, and Sam tried to stop her, but she shook her head, pulling away from him and exiting the room.
Sam turned towards Brody and went to hit him, but Mike pulled him back. "No. No more fighting. What the hell was all that?"
Brody shook his head. "Sam dumped Rachel."
Mike shrugged. "And?"
"And? He broke her heart!"
Artie sighed. "We have been waiting for Sam to do that from day one. She was not good for him, and we all know that."
"Am I in the twilight zone here? Since when is it okay for Sam to sit here and dump an amazing woman for that stripper bitch?"
Sam's fist was faster than Mike's hands, and Sam landed two blows to Brody's face. "If you have ruined things for me and Mercedes, I swear to everything that is Holy, I will destroy you."
Sam grabbed his phone and opened the door seeing Mercedes standing there.
"Mercedes?"
She looked at Sam tearfully. "I forgot my keys."
Sam pulled her to him, hugging her closely. "Please stop running; you are so much better than you think you are. I don't want to lose what we could have."
Mercedes shook her head. "I just need my keys, and I can go."
"But I don't want you to go. Mercedes, you are amazing."
She shook her head. "Sam, can I please just get my keys?"
Sam nodded. "I will grab them for you; come on."
"I can't. Not after all that."
"I understand."
Sam went to get her keys and quickly returned. "Can I call you?"
Mercedes looked away, but Sam turned her back to him. "I never took you as someone who would let anyone stop you from doing you."
"Sam, you are fighting with your friends."
"Brody ain't no friend of mines. He is an acquaintance at most."
He leaned in and kissed her. "I am not willing to walk away from someone like you."
"Sam, I am going nowhere."
"Mercedes, you have an audition in L.A. that's going somewhere."
"Sam, I have an audition to be a background singer, that's it." She closed her eyes. "I am not anything special. And you are throwing your life away for what? Someone who is literally a no one."
"Mercedes, all I want is a chance. That's it. Just a chance to prove that this can work."
Mercedes took a deep breath as Sam wiped her tears away. "Come on, let's go for a walk."
She sniffled and nodded. "Okay."
