Disclaimer: We do not own any song mentioned or Glee if I did Sam and Mercedes….well you know the rest.

A/N Hello loves, so happy that you are still here with us. This has been such a hard time with the passing of Cory Monteith and the outcome of the Trayvon Martin trial. May God's blessing be on both families. As always love and hugs to all.

Hello All, this has been a very trying week for me with all the drama going on in my real life and then the things going on in the world kinda hit me hard. Cory's passing was one of those things that affected me more than I thought it would. Trayvon Martin's trial was another. My real life was not much better. Lost a friend of the family unexpectedly and my surgery in my eye is rejecting the treatment so it bummed me out and I lost my inspiration a little bit. I thank my writing partner in crime ZeeJack for keeping me motivated by just keeping this story rolling and inspiring me to just keep writing. So I want to dedicate this chapter to the lives of Cory Monteith and Trayvon Martin two souls gone too soon.

Much Love & Blessings :-)

No Need to Run

ZeeJack & LadiJ

Sam was in his room getting ready for his date with Brittney well, he was trying at least. He had changed shirts three times already, and still hadn't decided on a tie. He really didn't want to go on this date, not with her anyway, he really wanted to be taking Mercedes out on a date, but she'd made it obvious that she wanted a professional relationship, and nothing more. Sam knew he wanted more from her, but not sure how much more. The question Quinn asked him a while back was still racing through his mind did he really want a relationship with Mercedes or just a good screw? He had to shake these thoughts from his mind, and focus on his date with Brittney. He was so deep in thought he forgot Stacy, and Stevie were sitting there until he heard Stacy call his name.

"Sam that tie doesn't match."

He looked at the tie, and realized she was right, and he quickly took it off, and got another one. This had been something they used to do when their parents would get dressed for big events or date nights, Stacy and Stevie would sit and help them pick out the perfect outfit, and talk. Since Sam was getting ready for his date night they wanted to help him as well.

"So are you excited about your date Sammy?" Stevie asked.

"Yeah sure," he lied, "Brittney seems like a nice woman, and I would like to get to know her better."

"So where are you taking her?" Stacy chimed in handing Sam another tie she thought would look better.

"Eleven Madison Park." He said accepting the tie Stacy had given him.

"Sounds fancy," she said, "you must really be trying to impress her."

"Not really trying to impress her," he said, "just trying to make sure she enjoys the evening."

"So what made you ask her out?" Stevie asked.

Sam was a little shocked by the question but he answered anyway, "Like I said she seems nice and she's cute."

Stevie laughed, "She is not cute Sammy."

"What do you mean she is not cute?" Sam asked.

"She is way too skinny." he said.

"And she looks like she could be our cousin." Stacy added.

"That is just creepy guys." Sam laughed.

"You got to admit Sam she does look like our cousin Lindy." Stevie said.

Sam thought about it, damn they're right. Now I'm going to be thinking about that every time I look at her. "She's a pretty woman and I'm going to take her out for dinner, and that's it."

"Fine," Stevie said. "You don't have to get snippy."

"I'm not getting snippy," he said, "and why are you guys in here again?"

"To help you get ready." Stacy said "Remember we used to do this for mom and dad when they went out on dates too."

Sam didn't know they did that, he went off to school and had moved into his own apartment by then. "You guys used to help mom, and dad get ready for their dates?"

"Yeah, and we would talk about our day, and stuff," Stevie said.

"That's pretty cool." he said.

"It was fun." Stacy said, "Dad would purposely pick ugly clothes so I could help him pick out the right outfit to wear."

Sam laughed, thinking that was something his dad would do. They talked for about fifteen more minutes, when Sam realized that he was going to be late. He shot a text to Brittney asking her to meet him at the restaurant. "I hate to cut this short guys but if I don't leave now I am going to miss my entire date."

"It's ok Sammy you're all dressed anyway," Stacy said, "and we have a movie night planned with Mercedes."

"Yeah we're watching Star Wars," Stevie said excitedly.

"Wait Mercedes like Star Wars?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, she has a sci-fi collection to rival yours." he said.

"I didn't know that," Sam said, "all Blaine told me was she liked romantic comedies."

"She likes those too but she really like sci-fi." Stacy said, "Have fun on your date with what's her name."

"Yeah have fun." Stevie said, as they both walked out.

When they made it down the hall they gave each other a fist bump.

"Not only is he late," Stevie said, "which he hates, but now he is going to have Mercedes on the brain all night."

"Yup, Sammy can't resist a woman who loves sci-fi." Stacy said smiling.

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Brittney walked into Eleven Madison Park, it was one of the very best restaurants in NYC, but it wasn't how she had pictured entering the elite establishment. In her mind she was picked up in Sam's limousine, and once there she walked in on his arm with all eyes on them, after all they made a sensational looking couple. Tall, blond, and beautiful, not to mention they had the bodies that common people would die to have. As she was escorted to the table, she saw that Sam still wasn't there, and her mouth tighten in annoyance, he should have been there waiting on her, to be enticed by her beauty, and grace. Taking a seat she tapped her foot, she was not a happy woman at the moment, the night was not going the way she had planned. Ordering a glass of Montrachet Les Folatières 1er Cru, she looked around her thoughts wandered, she imagined herself coming here on a regular basis, draped in the latest fashions with diamonds and any other jewel she desired. It didn't matter if Sam was there with her or not, there would always be someone to escort her, after all she would be Brittney Evans, one of the richest women in the world. Imagining how all the common people would bow and cater to her she smirked. She knew Sam wouldn't be able to resist her, looking down at her watch she frowned he was 15 minutes late. Glancing towards the door she saw him enter, plastering a smile on her face, she checked to make sure her cleavage was just right to catch his eyes, looking up at him through her lashes she thought, game on Britt, time to get your man.

Sam walked in feeling a little rushed, he hated to be late for anything, a trait his parents had passed down to him. Seeing Brittney sitting at the table he made his way over to her.

Taking his seat he apologized to her, "Sorry that I'm late but I had a minor crisis with Stevie and Stacy, I hope you haven't waited long." giving her a smile. "You look beautiful."

Brittney gritted her teeth internally but outwardly smiled at him, "That's ok Sam, family is important, and I haven't been here that long." As soon as I get married to him those brats will be off to boarding school, there's no way in hell I'm playing mom to a couple of snotty nosed kids! "I saw them at the picnic, and they are just adorable, I hope to meet them one day soon." she cooed. Nothing worse than sucking up to a couple of creepy kids, but the money is so worth it, besides once I marry him, they will be out of my hair within three months. Reaching over to rub his hand softly, "You are a great brother, and role model for them, tell me about them?"

Sam was relieved Brittney wasn't mad, instead she was very understanding, and seemed interested in his siblings. Moving his hand from under hers he asked her if she was ready to order, turning to the server, she frowned at him for interrupting the moment she ordered, Masa Toro with caviar, and Lobster-and-black-truffle salad, in a chilly tone. Sam raised a brow at her tone, giving his order of, Porterhouse Steak, Sautéed Fresh Spinach & Mushrooms, and Mashed Potatoes. As his glass of Barbaresco was served, Sam thanked him, noticing that Brittney didn't thank the server he gave her a condensed version of his sister, and brother. While Sam talked about his siblings, Brittney could care less, smiling she nodded, "So tell me about you, is this your only home here in NY? Do you have vacation homes? If so where? Do you travel in your own private jet?" Sam's smile faltered, she asked me to tell her about myself, but it seemed like she is more interested in what I have. He answered her questions politely, and asked her about herself. Brittney smiled, and gave him a very carefully constructed version of her life.

As they ate, Sam began to feel like the conversation was more geared toward him being interviewed then an exchange of information so they could learn about each other. After coffee and dessert on his part, and just coffee for her, with her claiming she had to maintain her figure. Sam made no comment thinking about a certain curvy woman whose figure drove him crazy with desire. "Some women let themselves go but I pride myself on maintaining a certain weight, I could never let myself be the size of the black woman that was singing at the picnic." she said with a delicate shudder. She watched his expression to her comment, she knew who 'that black woman' was, the nanny, and she had seen how Sam had kept his eyes on her all day. She would be one of the first of the staff to go along with the rest, Sam was entirely too friendly with them. They were there to serve not be treated like a member of the family she would change all of that.

Sam's eyes narrowed at her comment about Mercedes, "I happen to think that woman are beautiful in all sizes, they're the givers of life, and as such should be treated with all due respect." he shrugged, "A woman's beauty in my opinion isn't judged by her outer appearance but her heart and her actions. So to me if she's a size 2 or a size 20, if she's got inner beauty then she will definitely get my attention."

Brittney realized she had made a mistake, "I meant no disrespect to her, I was just stating my preference."

Sam simply looked at her as he escorted her out of the restaurant into his car.

"Wait, you don't have a driver?" she asked him confused.

"I do" he said looking at her just as confused to where that came from "but I prefer to drive myself. Is that a problem?"

Realizing again she might have offended him she quickly responded "Oh no, I just thought maybe you-you know what never mind, I like the intimacy of the car anyway" she reached out and grabbed his hand.

Sam just shook his head and helped her into the car. The drive to her apartment was quiet and filled with just common talk, and more questions from her about his personal life. Arriving at Brittney's, Sam helped her from the car and escorted her to her front door, Brittney looked up at him and fluttered her lashes, leaning forward and pushing her chest out she waited for Sam to kiss her. Instead Sam stepped back, and thanked her for spending the evening with him, realizing he wasn't going to kiss her she smiled and thanked him for dinner, and such an interesting conversation. As she closed the door she leaned back against it, the night didn't go the way she planned but she found out a lot about what he owned, and didn't own. That was no problem, what he didn't have, she would make sure he bought it...for her, humming she got ready for bed making plans for all the ways she would spend all that lovely money.

Driving home, Sam thought about the night, Brittney was not what he expected. She seemed obsessed with material things, but of course it could have been that she had never had dinner with a billionaire, and was curious. He wasn't sure he was going to ask her out again, he didn't really see her as his type. Her behavior toward the servers bothered him, you could tell a lot about a person by the way they treated those that served or worked for them. Sam groaned when he thought about the grilling he would get from his friends Monday at work. Turning up the radio Sam started to sing along with the song.

She take my money when I'm in need

Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed

Oh, she's a gold digger way over town

That digs on me

(She give me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' with no broke bro

(She give me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

(When I'm in need)But she ain't messin' with no broke bro

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Mercedes couldn't shake her hurt feelings that about Sam asking that woman out. How he could flirt with her like that and then turn around and ask someone else out was more than her brain wanted to handle. She knew she was being a little cold to Sam after the phone incident and she did make up in her mind to keep their relationship strictly professional, but her heart was pulling her in the complete opposite direction of where here mind wanted her to go. She devised a plan to get Sam to go back to the way things were before. Since the week of his date Mercedes has been wearing her hottest, but still appropriate outfits around the house. She would find excuses to be in Sam's presence and brush up against him. Sam was confused by her sudden change in behavior but didn't say anything. She would flirt with him on a regular basis and he would enjoy it. Thursday morning she decided to kick it up a notch, she put on her short workout shorts and a tank top and went down to the gym when she knew he would be down there working out.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know you were down here" she stated, "I could come back later if you want to be alone."

"No it's ok" he said, "I don't mind."

"Oh ok cool." She said. She started doing her stretches directly in front of him. Oh he go notice me today I guarantee that.

Sam swallowed hard when she bent over in her shorts and he saw that glorious ass right there for him to just grab on to and squeeze. Damn this woman! She is going to make me crazy.

Mercedes continued to stretch she looked over at Sam and saw him looking at her so she decided to kick it up a notch. "Sam, would you mind helping me?"

Sam was shocked she asked for his help but he was not going to refuse "Sure I'll help. What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to stand behind me" she said sweetly.

"Ok" he said getting behind her as close as he could. "Like this?" Mmmm she smells so good.

"Yeah that's good" she said, "now hold my arms." This is going to get him. She bent over to stretch her arms and shoulders.

Sam almost lost it right then when he felt her ass graze against his groin. SHIT! She is doing this on purpose….she's gotta be. I don't know how much longer I could take this.

She saw the tortured look in his eyes and internally smiled. She stood up "Thanks Sam I'm good and loose now."

Sam could barely speak but managed to choke out "Y-Your w-welcome."

She walked seductively to the treadmill and started it up. First I make him focus on the ass now he will focus on the breasts. She started off with a brisk walk and then gradually went in to a jog.

FUCK! I can't handle this…but if I run out of here it will prove everybody right and I will not give any of them the satisfaction. He tried to continue to focus on his own workout but he kept glancing over at her seeing her beautiful breast bounce up and down as she ran. She wanna play that game well two can play that game. Sam walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, took off his shirt, and poured it over his head "Whew, it's so hot.' He said real loud to catch her attention.

Mercedes saw the scene unfold behind her and almost fell off the treadmill. Dammit he had to take off the shirt…why must he be so sexy? Why did I have to listen to Blaine? Why am I even doing all of this? I still don't really know what I want from him. I need to just stop with the games and figure out what it is I really want. She turned off the treadmill, grabbed her towel, and was about to leave when she felt Sam grab her arm.

"Mercedes"

"Yes Sam"

"For the last week you have been doing everything you could to get my attention" he said.

"Sam I-"

He held his finger to her lips to stop her from talking "I just wanted to say you got it."

"Sam I-"

"Mercedes you've got it now what are you going to do with it?" he said in a low growl.

He was so close to her right now, if she wanted to kiss him she could. She did but she knew it wouldn't be fair to kiss him when she didn't know what she wanted. What if he wants more than what I could offer him? What if moving forward ruins things and I have to quit or he fires me? I just can't risk it…as much as I want Sam…I just can't risk it. "Sam I'm not sure what I was doing. I'm sorry for coming on to you like that. My head is all messed up right now and I don't know what I was thinking so again I'm sorry." She ran out before he could even respond.

"DAMN that woman" he shouted, "she does everything to get my attention and now that I give it her she gives me that lame ass story of her being messed up in the head. HELL NO! She will not get the satisfaction of messing with my head." He whipped out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello"

"Hey Brittney, its Sam"

"Hey Sam, what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"I wanted to see if you wanted to come over this weekend for dinner just you and me?"

"I would love to Sam."

"Great I will have Finn come pick you up on Saturday at six."

"Sounds good, see you Saturday Sam."

Sam hung up the phone knowing he didn't want to see Brittney again but he had to show Mercedes that he had options and he was not going to wait around for her to get her head right.

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Reading the text he had received from Puck to meet him in his office Sam knew what was about to happen. He was about to get hauled over the coals about his date with Brittney. Sam winced as he thought of what he should tell the guys, he was pretty sure they didn't really care for the idea of him dating Brittney, but because they were all best friends they would respect his choice. Deciding he needed to save face he wouldn't lie he would just gloss over the facts, hit the high points, frowning he sighed as he realized that there weren't really any high points. Well the food was good, really good, and when she wasn't asking aka 'interviewing' him the conversation was good. Sam was many things but he wasn't stupid, he had spent the rest of the weekend thinking about their date, he knew Brittney was after him for his money; but still feeling the sting of Mercedes rejection, his pride wouldn't let him admit it to his friends. He could just hear Artie, and Puck's snarky comments, rubbing his chin he greeted Sugar, Puck's PA, Sugar smiled, returned his greetings, and told him Mr. Puckerman was waiting for him. Opening the door Sam walked in, and as he expected the whole crew was there, Oh shit, not what I need on a Monday morning, a grilling from the peanut gallery!

Looking at Sam's face as he came in Mike thought this is going to be interesting, hiding a laugh behind a cough he greeted him along with Puck, and Artie. For a moment there was an awkward silence,

"So Sam, tell us how was your date with Barbie?" Artie asked. Receiving puzzled looks from all of them, Artie huffed, "Really dudes? They look like fucking Ken and Barbie together, that shit ain't natural." Sam just glared at Artie while Puck, and Mike doubled over in laughter, Sam hadn't forgotten how Artie had not only flirted with Mercedes, but had exchanged numbers with her. Catching the glare, Artie just smiled, "Well Sam did Miss Pierce, turn out to be everything you wanted?" Mike asked.

Turning to Mike, Sam forced a smile on his face, "I had a good time, Brittney is an interesting young woman, well spoken, and quite the conversationalist. I took her to Eleven Madison Park, we had a great dinner, and the wine that I had was really good. She seemed really interested in my life, and told me a little about herself."

The three other men in the office exchanged meaningful looks. Sam cleared his throat there really wasn't anything else he could say without letting them know things were NOT as good as he was making it seem.

Puck narrowed his eyes at Sam,

"So who did most of the talking? Did you ask all the little things a woman likes a man to ask them?"

Frowning in confusion at Puck "Such as?"

"What does she like to do for fun?" Mike said.

"What are her likes, and dislikes?" Artie added.

"You could ask her what kind of music she likes, what type films she's into." Puck said.

Listening to the questions, Sam realized he didn't know any of that about Brittney, but she had asked him all those things; he also remembered she seemed to agree with all of his likes, and dislikes, but never stated her preferences. Before he could answer Puck's intercom went off.

"Sorry to interrupt Mr. Puckerman, but Rachel called to let Mr. Evans know that his 10am appointment is here early."

Thanking Sugar, Puck turned to Sam, but before he could say anything Artie spoke up.

"Sam before you go, how is Mercedes? Man that is one sexy woman with a killer voice, and Dat ass!" Artie raised a hand in praise, "Dat ass should have its own fan club with me as the president! I think I'm going to give her a call, and see if she wants to go out to dinner. Can you just imagine Dat ass and those legs in killer heels? Do we even want to talk about those delicious mountains sitting on her chest? Lawd, I think it would be a religious experience just to see all that sexiness dressed to impress." Raising both hands in the air, and waving them Artie smacked his lips, and rolled his eyes. By the end of Artie's praise of Mercedes assets Sam was ready to pounce, he just wanted to smash his friend in the face, and beat him to a bloody pulp. Clenching his jaws so tight it hurt, not noticing his fist were balled, he took a step toward Artie, Mike noticed, and quickly moved to Sam's side

"Sam your appointment is waiting." Shooting Artie a lethal glare Sam muttered a quick good bye, and left the office.

Mike turned to Artie, "Do you have a death wish? He was about to stomp a hole in your skinny ass!"

Artie laughed, "I wasn't worried I knew you guys wouldn't let him hit me. But the thing is did you see his reaction? I think I might have to dodge him for the rest of the day but it will be worth it." He laughed, "Now we know, Sam Evans might be in denial, but he has feeling for Mercedes Jones." Puck nodded in agreement with Artie, "Was it me or did that seem like the blandest date ever? He seemed more enthused about the food then his date. Did you notice the confused look on his face when we asked him questions about Brittney? He doesn't know jack shit about her, but I bet you she knows everything about him."

They all looked at each other in agreement. They would give him more time, but if they had to, then Artie would ask Mercedes out. Artie hoped it wouldn't come to that, he liked all his bones intact, and dating Mercedes Jones was one sure way to have some of them broken.

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon

With a baby Louis Vuitton under her under arm

She said I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm

For all those girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm and your arm

But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her?

(No we haven't seen her)

(She give me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit no broke bro

(She give me money)

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

(When I'm in need)

But she ain't messin' wit no broke bro

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Saturday came and Sam was doing any and everything to get under Mercedes skin. Talking constantly about his "romantic dinner" he was having with Brittney. He would wait until Mercedes was within earshot to finalize plans with the staff. He reminded her several times that her services would be needed this weekend because he had a date. Mercedes almost vomited in her mouth every time he would say date and Brittney in the same sentence. Mercedes, Tina, Kurt and Santana were in the kitchen talking.

"Child I think this is the first time I really want to strangle Sam" Tina said, "if he tells me one more time where and how to set up this dinner I will kill him in his sleep."

"I know right" Santana chimed in, "we have gone over the menu at least five times just today."

"Only five times" Mercedes said, "he's told me every time he saw me that my services are needed this evening because 'I have date with Brittney,' ugh" doing her best Sam impression and making air quotes.

"One of two things are going on here" Kurt said, "either he really likes this girl or he is doing this for someone else's benefit" looking at Mercedes.

"My guess is the latter" Santana said, looking right at Mercedes as well.

"Why are you looking at me?" Mercedes asked.

"Cedes you've been working here for a few months and I think it's safe to say that we have become pretty good friends right?"

"Yeah Tana we're great friends."

"And as your friend I want to tell you that Sam has it bad for you."

Mercedes dropped her head and shook it no, "If he had such a thing for me then he would not be having this special evening with Brittney, as a matter of fact, he would have never asked her out in the first place."

"What choice did you give him girl?" Tina chimed in "You basically pushed that man into her arms."

"I've watched you go from hot for him to an ice princess around him." Kurt said "And this week alone you've been prancing around in some pretty hot and tempting outfits, enticing him, and flirting with him.

"You did that to get his attention" Tina said "and girl you got in in a big way, so what are you going to do with it."

Mercedes cringed when Tina said that. Those were the exact same words Sam said to her before she turned him away again. She never wanted to hurt Sam, but she knew if she got involved with him the way she wanted too, she would have made a mess of everything. She also had the kids to think about, they have all become so close and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt them by having to leave because she and Sam couldn't make their relationship work.

"Nothing" she said, "I don't have his attention, Brittney does" she turned and walked out of the kitchen. She almost ran into Finn on her way out of the kitchen.

"Hey Mercedes" he said "where was she going so fast?"

"She's hurt that Sam is going all out for this date with Brittney." Tina said.

"Is that all" he chuckled, "Sam doesn't want this girl."

"How can you be so sure?" Santana asked.

"He sending me to pick her up in the town car."

"So what does that have to do with anything?"

"When Sam likes someone and I have to go pick them up I take the limo, if he is sort of interested, I take the Maybach, and when there is little to no interest, I take the town car."

"Are you serious Finn" Santana smiled.

"Very serious" he said, "and may I remind you what I picked Mercedes up in, twice."

"The limo" Santana and Tina said in unison.

"Exactly" Finn said grabbing an apple off the table, "well I gotta go get the town car ready for Miss Brittney."

Tina and Santana looked at each other and laughed;

"If they don't hurry up and just get together so we aren't forced to act like we care about one of Sam's flavors of the month." Santana said.

"I know right" Tina said.

Later that evening Finn had made his way to pick Brittney up from her apartment;

He sent a town car to get me! What happened to the limo?

Finn noticed the perplexed look on her face "Is there a problem Miss Pierce?"

"Uh no, I was just not expecting this." she said.

Knowing exactly what she was thinking "Yeah it's a great car huh?" Hell no gold digger, you ain't worthy of the limo. He extended his hand helping her into the car.

The ride back to the house was quiet and Finn did his best not to burst into laughter when he looked in the rearview mirror and saw Brittney pouting. When they arrived back to the house Finn helped her out of the car and escorted her in. She was greeted by Kurt;

"Hello Miss Pierce, may I take your coat?"

"Yes" she said flatly, flipping him her coat and almost hitting him in the face.

Kurt took the coat and rolled his eyes and started to walk away.

Brittney looked proudly around the house "This is going to be all mine soon." She whispered.

Kurt gasped and continued to walk out of the room and headed straight to the kitchen, "You guys won't believe what I just heard."

"What Kurt?" Santana said.

"That crazy chick Sam brought up in here thinks she is going to be living here soon."

"What the-" Tina said.

"HELL" Santana interjected.

"Yeah she actually thinks she is going to marry Sam" Kurt scoffed "not as long as Mercedes is in this house."

"I know that's right" Tina said.

"If Mercedes Jones is not the next lady of the house I'm leaving." Santana said.

They all agreed and laughed.

Sam was getting ready for Brittney to get there, not really excited but he invited her so he had to go through with it. He was waiting on Stevie and Stacy to come in and help him get dressed like before but they didn't show up. He knew they were kind of upset with him for inviting Brittney to the house. They haven't spoken to him since they found out about the date. Sam knew it was a mistake, but Mercedes was not about to get him to open up to her about his feelings for her, and she just blow him off like that, he had to let her know that she was not the only woman out there who wanted Sam Evans. There was a knock on the door.

"Sam, your guest for the evening has arrived." Kurt said.

"Thank you Kurt, I'll be down in a minute." He said.

He gave himself another look in the mirror and was satisfied with how he looked and headed out. He walked past Mercedes room and he heard laughter coming from inside. The door was cracked and he peeked in and saw Mercedes, Stevie, and Stacy all dressed up in homemade superhero costumes, running around pretending to save the world. He smiled at the sight of his sibling genuinely having such a good time with Mercedes. He thought back to when they were so dead set against even having a nanny and now they love Mercedes and enjoyed her being around. This was what he wanted for them during the times he couldn't be there, for them to have someone who would care for them just as much as he would. He found himself staring at Mercedes, but not in the way he usually stared, this time was different, he was really looking at her. Not at her ass or her breast, but at her smile and the way she cared for Stevie and Stacy. What the hell? Am I falling in love with Mercedes? He shook those thoughts from his head and headed downstairs. When he got to the living room he saw Brittney sitting there.

"Hey Brittney, sorry to keep you waiting" he said.

"No problem" she said sweetly, "It takes time to look like a million bucks, I happen to know that feeling." And once were together I will know it a lot better.

Sam internally rolled his eyes, "Yes it does take time to get dressed sometimes, come please let's enjoy dinner?"

"Yes lets." She said grabbing his hand.

Sam led her out to the gazebo where everything was setup beautifully. Flowers everywhere and the table looked like something out of a Martha Stewart's magazine.

Brittney gasped at the sight "Sam, this is beautiful. You did this for me?"

"I'm glad you like it" he said, pulling her chair out "I hope you like seafood, Santana has created a menu that I'm sure your taste buds will enjoy."

"I'm sure I would love it."

He grabbed the bottle of wine that was chilling next to the table "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"I would love some, thank you." She said smiling.

He poured her and him a glass just as Tina came out with their salads.

"Thank you Tina" Sam said, as she placed his plate before him.

"No problem Sam" she replied turning to walk away.

"Uh…. Housekeeper person" Brittney said, snapping her fingers "can I have some water."

Sam was appalled at the way she was addressing Tina "Excuse me Brittney, but her name is Tina and you will address her as such." He said sternly.

"Oh, I'm sorry Sam" she said "I didn't mean to offend anyone."

"The one you need to be apologizing too is Tina, not me." he said.

Brittney didn't feel like she heeded to apologize to anybody but if she wanted her plan to work she had to appease Sam "I'm apologize Tina, I didn't mean to offend you" she said with her fakest smile.

Whatever bitch Tina thought. "Apology accepted" she said, "and I'll bring you your water out in a minute."

"Thank you." She said. Oh yeah she is so gone when Sam and I get married.

Mercedes let the kids go play video games so she could rest and decided to go chill on the balcony. When she walked out she was greeted with the sight of Sam and Brittney having their romantic date in the gazebo. She noticed how beautiful everything was set up and how close they were sitting. It made her sick to her stomach seeing the two of them looking so happy. Sam was smiling at her and it hurt her heart. She looked and saw Sam looking directly at her and she quickly ducked back in her room. He looks happy with her. Her mind kept going back to what Santana and Tina said earlier. He did say I had his attention, but I screwed it up now I have to deal with the consequences. She continued to peek out of the window until she couldn't deal with it anymore. She went over to the stereo and put on some music. She needed something to take away the pain she was feeling, but wouldn't you know the radio would betray her and play songs that made her feel even worse. She unconsciously started singing along to the song that was playing.

(Make It Like It Was by Regina Belle)

Ooh yeah

Every day we used to slip away to talk, we would talk about the goodness of your heart.

Now it seems I admit that never exist at all, and it leaves me feeling empty with this hollow call.

Make it like it was, the way it used to be.

When I hungered for your love constantly

Make it like it was, it was easier for me.

I know you're able to make it like it was

At a certain time you would find me on my knees, asking you to supply my brother's needs.

Now it seems the needs are a secondary thing, and it truly makes me wonder what's really happening

Make it like it was, the way it used to be.

When I hungered for your love constantly

Make it like it was, it was easier for me.

I know you're able to make it like it was.

Now when I compare, there's really no comparing.

I just want it the way it used to be.

Just the thought of living without your love, makes me ask that you make it like it was

Make it like it was, the way it used to be.

When I hungered for your love constantly

Make it like it was, it was easier for me.

I know you're able to make it like it was.

When I hungered for your love constantly

Make it like it was, it was easier for me.

I know you're able to make it like it was.

When I hungered for your love constantly

Make it like it was, it was easier for me.

I know you're able to make it like it was

Ooh yeah, make it like it was.

Make it like it was.

Sam was in the middle of listening to Brittney saying something unimportant when he heard Mercedes singing in her room. He zoned Brittney completely out and began listening to Mercedes sing. He heard the words she was singing and couldn't help but to think she was talking about him, well he hoped she was. He was snapped out of her thoughts by Brittney waving her hand in his face.

"Sam are you paying attention to anything I said?"

NO! "Sorry Brittney, I must've zoned out" he said.

"I'm sure you must have been distracted by all that noise." She said rolling her eyes, "seriously Sam you should move her in the servant's quarters."

Sam had enough of her foolishness for one night "First of all Brittney, were I have MY family stay in MY house is MY business. Second of all, Mercedes has a beautiful voice and I would rather listen to her sing any day than hear another word come out of your mouth."

Brittney was stunned at how he was speaking to her. He better be lucky he has a lot of money because I would never stand for a man to speak to me that way. "S-Sam I'm s-so s-sorry if I upset y-you, that was not my intention."

"You know what Brittney I think it's time for you to go now." He said getting up from the table "I'll have Finn drive you home." He was about to walk away when she reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Sam please don't be angry with me." she said, "Sometimes I speak without thinking."

Like all the time. "I'm not angry with you Brittney, It's late and I need to get some sleep."

"That's fine Sam" she said stepping closer to Sam going in for the kiss and Sam quickly turned his head and she ended up kissing him on the cheek. She smiled "Good night Sam."

"Good night Brittney." What the hell was she thinking? I'm so glad I got quick reflexes.

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