ONE MONTH LATER

"Seb, please tell me the label will let Rachel and I break up because I can not take this anymore. That chick is everywhere, and she is starting to piss off the majority of everyone on the damn team for this tour. And that is a hell of a lot of people." Sam argued into the phone. He was in his hotel room after performing tonight and was on cloud nine until Mercedes came up to him and explained the problem that is one Rachel Berry. She had managed to piss off stagehands, lighting crew, producers, tech crew, hell even stage managers. All of the arguments went back to them not doing their jobs well enough to make her "Sammy" shine his brightest. She even managed to piss off all of his dancers by calling a mandatory meeting and insisting that they stop using their dance moves to overpower Sam.

Now Sam had a whole bunch of people who were even pissed off with him so much to the fact that he stopped getting invited to places because everyone knew if he came then Rachel would have to come. He hated this, and even his fans did, citing that Rachel was nothing but a "come-up chick", and a "daddy's girls snob". All his fans vied for him and Mercedes so hard, that some of them were starting to cheer more for Mercedes than him. However, the label wouldn't let up, only citing that "any publicity was good publicity".

"Look, Sam, I know this is hard for you but I promise I am doing everything I can to get them to realize how old-fashioned they sound about this whole ordeal, but you know how they are, they play hardball. So look I'll be back on tour when you guys hit Louisiana, look just please hold on while I work." Sebastian begged.

"Fine, but please make it fast," Sam begged as he hung up the phone. He needed to get out tonight and ASAP, he had found out where everyone was going for the night and he planned on going without Rachel. Speaking of the devil she had called Sam's phone and against his own advice, he answered the phone.

"What?" He said frustratedly on the phone.

"That isn't how a boyfriend greets their girlfriend on the phone, Sam," Rachel replied back

"Well good thing we aren't in a real relationship huh Rachel, now what do you want?"

"I was just going to let you know that I am expected to be with you back on tour tomorrow, that will give everyone enough time to take the corrections that I gave them. God Sam, you need to stop being their friend and be their boss."

"Yeah, I'm gonna take advice from someone who hasn't even had their first hit record yet."

"I'm going to pretend like that you didn't even say that."

"Goodbye Rachel." Sam hung up the phone and went to get ready for tonight. He was going to his time because he wasn't going to be worried about that chick that the label had set up for him. Instead, he was going to worry about getting his own chick.

"I am so sick of that hobbit bitch she has been driving everyone up the damn wall. God, I hope Sam breaks up with her and soon," Santana huffed out as she took a shot. She, Quinn, and Mercedes were at the club the group had picked for tonight and everyone really just needed to take a load off from this hectic month they had. Between Rachel trying to control everything, and Sam barely saying anything everyone was pissed off.

"Look let's not think about here, let's just enjoy our time here," Mercedes insisted. She would be lying to say that she wasn't pissed off with Rachel but she was clad in this sexy black body suit that had a deep v-cut in her breasts and there was was drinks flowing, she had found out that Unique was going to be able to visit her in Lousiana. She was no longer going to dwell on one Rachel Berry.

"Alright, I have found out that one Mercedes Jones is here, and if you don't know she is the sexy lead dancer for Sam Evans. So Mercedes don't be shy please come grace us on the stage" The M.C. announced. Mercedes made her way to the dance and Sam came in and went to Quinn and Santana.

"Oh well look who got away long enough from his overbearing girlfriend, she let the leash go for the night," Quinn teased.

"Very funny, Quinn, where is Mercedes?" Sam asked as he grabbed his drinks and figured he might as well double-fist for the night.

"Over there grinding on that dude," Santana said nonchalantly. Before he realized it Sam had clenched the glasses tightly and placed them on the table before chugging one of them and heading to the dance floor. He signaled for the guy to leave and grabbed Mercedes's hips as he swayed with her to the beat. Mercedes felt the change of hands on her hips and stood up and peered behind her and noticed Sam. She whipped around but continued dancing so as to not cause a scene.

"Sam, what are you doing?" She whispered low enough to where he just heard.

"Letting go, please Mercedes just let me have this." Sam insisted.

"Ok," Mercedes sighed. She knew Sam was going through a lot and he was under a lot of pressure, and their friendship was one of the most stable things he had right now, so she decided to let him be. However, let him turned out to have Sam drunk out of his mind. She managed to call a taxi and had Matt and another guy help him get in the cab. When they made it to his hotel room she used his keycard to get them inside.

"Mmm, I know you like taking care of me Mercy-Me," Sam sighed happily as he went and sat on the bed.

"Sam you are drunk, I have to make sure you get here so as to not cause scandal," Mercedes explained.

"I like that, I like you looking out for me, I also like you. You are so hot to me Mercedes." Sam said.

"Sam again you are drunk."

"When the liquor hits your lips, the truth is revealed, come here to me," Sam whined. He grabbed Mercedes's hand and pulled her down on his lap as he started assaulting her neck with light kisses.

"Sam, you are in a relationship, ok you are drunk, I just wanted to make sure you got here safe," Mercedes insisted she tried to get up but she underestimated drunk Sam's strength.

"It's fake Mercedes, the label is making us date for publicity, but it's you I want. Let me have you," Sam whispered. Mercedes looked down at him and in that moment it hit her. She was attracted to Sam, and she had tried to ignore it but it was no denying the fact that the man was hot as hell. The way he would look at her, touch her, dance with her. She was slowly losing all professionalism and was ready to throw caution to the wind.

"Sam come on you are drunk." Mercedes tried again but made no try to move, as Sam's lips went to her ear, "Sam baby please, not my e-ear. Sam please." Mercedes whimpered. However, her strong walls went down as she gave in to her needs and kissed Sam Evans back. He unzipped her dress, and she took off his shirt.

Cliffhanger anyone tehehe