DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE NOR ANYTHING ELSE.

NOT PROOFREAD! If someone wants to, please dm me! Started to rewatch Glee all over again and RIB did Samcedes so dirty they deserved to be endgame! They should've kept the alleged scene of Sam talking to Shur about Mercedes being ready to settle down! This is my first story, a one shot, hopefully y'all will enjoy! Reviews are welcomed! :-)!

P.s. Lastly, Amber Riley is too goddamn beautiful for Glee to make her only have two boyfriends! #BGE

Summary: Samcedes haven't seen each other since Glee's finale. Samchel never happened. Tank does not exist. However, instead of Rachel helping Sam out with the Glee club, Mercedes came in to help out this marking another Samcedes reconnection to the point that Mercedes was living in Sam until her record label needed her to come back to NYC. Now two years later, everyone is back in Lima for Tina & Mike's anniversary party. Our lovely Samcedes are still not over each other (duh). Moving on was as easy as teaching someone how to drive stick shift. They live in each other's minds as much, and perhaps some things are worth reconsidering.

Mercedes POV

He looks good.

The thought flurries through her mind the first time her eyes land on him. His head thrown back as he laughed at something Blaine had said. For a moment, she lets her eyes rake over his body. Dark denim, fitted green Henley, hair slicked back and still dark brown, no longer cleanly shaven now with a goatee making him look more like a manly than beforehand- Her Sammy still looked good.

It's been so long– two years is such a long time to go without really seeing someone, but seeing Sammy? Being less than twenty feet away from him in Chang squared's backyard surrounded by our Glee family? It feels like no time has really passed at all. It feels like, if I walked up to him, he'd give me that signature lopsided smile with those lovely cherry big lips and wrap his arms around my waist before kissing the crown of my forehead then on the tip of my nose. However, that ended when I placed his key on his countertop and closed his front door with bloodshot eyes.

"CEDES! So, glad you could make it,"Tina yells and grabs me in a tight hug that I eagerly returned. Soon after, she released me, Mike pulled me in a brief and welcoming hug. I couldn't help but giggle, my mind slowly wandering from Sam to now her favorite couple that found their way back to each other. Because if any one deserved a happy ending it was them two.

"Of course, T! Nice to see you too Mikey! Gotta get the Diva out of the house at some point, right?" I nudge Tina with your elbow. Tina laughs and Mike mumbles something along the lines of me being right before clinking his beer bottle against mine.

"How is feel to back in Lima, Ms. Grammy awarding winning Best New Artist? I've seen you all over my tv, I'm so proud of you Cedes!" Tina says. Blowing out my cheeks, I briefly shrug. Both of us know that of course I'm happy with reaching my dream but I'm not happy because I couldn't share my success with the person I wanted to. Tina has been trying for the last two years to get me and Sam in the same room but I've successfully avoided touching down in Lima until today. Thankfully, She hasn't called me out right now, especially in front of Mike who is still best bros with Sam.

Instead of giving them a truthful response I decided to give them something that seems less pathetic in my mind.

"Yeah, work just really caught up with me with all of these new projects, you know? I'd say I've been," I pause, biting the inside of my cheek while trying to think of the right word to describe the past couple of years without lying through my teeth. "…adjusting."

Tina gives me a knowing look as if she knows I'm lying. While Mike nods, humming in response and understanding. Tina doesn't probe the topic any further, but she does pull me away from the corner of the backyard so that I have to mingle with other people before she heads back to help Mike at the grill. It doesn't bother me in the slightest, knowing her intentions are always pure and it's not like those in attendance are strangers to me-they're my friends just as much as they're Sam's.

Small talk feels like a common occurrence as Mercedes somewhat floats around the backyard, unintentionally avoiding Sam as she did so. Truth be told, he noticed her the minute that Tina yelled out her name. It was a double take for him, making sure that he was seeing correctly because– god, you look so damn good. His Pretty Girl.

Mercedes is wearing a lavender dress that stops just above the knees tightly fitted around her curves, her breasts still as full and bountiful, hourglass shaped with her hips he loved needing to be grabbed, her small little tummy that he loved to rub and lay his head on, her thick, curly hair pulled back into a low, sleek bun making her beautiful chocolate eyes and her glossy nude pillowy lips on full display.

He wonders, if she still wears the same perfume, wonders if she still thinks of him at all in the last two years they were living as separate people.

Sam honestly froze for a moment, Blaine having to call his name to capture his full attention again.

Meanwhile, Mercedes has managed to worm her way into the same small group as Puck, a feeling of familiar relief washing over her in his presence.

The two of them gravitate towards one of the patio couches, Puck wanting to "catch up" with Mercedes without the need to engage in conversation with other people.

"Haven't seen you around in awhile, Hot Mama," Puck jokes, hints of a smirk playing out on his lips as he takes a sip of whatever his poison was that afternoon. The smell of meat on the grill wafts through the backyard, causing Mercedes to hum in delight before engaging in a conversation with her good friend.

"Yeah, just been busy with–"

"Work," He cuts her off, arm draping across the back of the couch as he looks at her with an amused brow raised.

"Come on, Mama, you and I both know that I know you better than that…"

Suddenly, Mercedes felt a little hot under his gaze, the weight of his words resting on her chest. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. From all of the time that you've known Puck, it was always as if he could read her like an open book for some reason. They have known each other since preschool. Plus, Puck being Sam's other best friend and self proclaimed future godfather to Samcedes babies, he knows her well enough to deduce that "work" wasn't the main reason that she fell off the map.

"What do you want me to say?" Mercedes sighs, looking down and playing with her fingers..

"Nothing in particular, just don't try bullshit a bullshiter . Mercedes Alicia Jones," His voice holds amusement and he's reaching out to nudge my knee with his hand. The gesture causes me to laugh a bit and I suddenly feel like a weight is lifting off of my chest.

The conversation flows easily between the two of us, the topic of Sam not coming up until the latter half. It wasn't intentional, Puck was simply talking about their bros night they had a couple weeks ago. He was laughing about some part of the story that was going over my head, my heart lurching at the mention of Sam; it was a great effort, but Puck's eyes immediately softened when he noticed the small, pained smile on my face. He's apologetic, I know this without him saying it. I considered him to be the brother I never wanted. Other than Sam and Mike, Puck was the only other guy outside of my family that I was close to over the years.

Placing his hand over mine, he shifts closer to me as if about to whisper a secret that no one else should hear.

"You know," He starts, clearing his throat and looking up at the sky for a moment as if trying to find the right words; then, he's makes eye contact with me once again. "When you cut him off, you didn't have to cut everyone else off too."

Once again, it wasn't intentional…It just happened. I was going to explain myself, or at least attempt to but the sound of Mike's voice calling out that the food's done beat me to it.

"…And y'all better be hungry, because I didn't slave away on this grill for nothing," There's a chorus of laughter and suddenly everyone's moving to grab a bite.

The food practically melts in her mouth, and it's easy to say that many kisses went to the chef. Then, just like that, the afternoon bleeds into the evening, and a good smattering of people left to go home and be with their kids. Those who were left either had nowhere else they wanted to be, were single, or simply just not ready to call it a night yet.

I was amazed at the fact that she managed to not get looped in with Sam this whole time. That of course didn't stop me from stealing glances at him ever so often; a part of me feels pathetic, to still pine after my ex boyfriend– but I couldn't help it. In these past two years, I'm finally admitting to myself that I missed him. I even missed McConaughey too, but that was a thought reserved for some other time.

The stars are starting to peak out through the darkening sky when my train of thoughts is interrupted.

"Hey, mind if I join you?"

Fuck. Speaking of the devil.