Hey everyone! Once again, thanks for all the support, views, reviews, follows, and alerts. It is very much appreciated. I am sincerely excited that I am sharing this story after weeks of inner debate. I believed that writing a story that entirely takes place on one night was going to be a challenge because I was afraid that it would drag on and be too slow for the readers. But, now I love the fact that I came up with this idea and that I am courageous enough to go through with it. Before I introduce the 3rd chapter, I would like to thank the following people for reviewing the second chapter:

Jadziwine

dorknhime

Toni Michelle

gurlchocolate

box5angel

Kimpa7809

zeejack

mizzjuicysarai

PAIRINGS: Samcedes, Finnchel, Fabravans, and slight Klaine

DISCLAIMER: Glee is owned by FOX.

RATING: Rated M for strong language, underage drinking, teen angst, drug use, sexual themes and innuendos. For mature audiences only!

Three

Arlene's Grocery

95 Stanton Avenue

Lower East Side

Even though Mercedes hated to admit it, The Cosmic Slices were actually pretty decent. The staticky songs on Rachel's iPhone did them absolutely no justice. The lyrics actually had some meaning even though the lead singer was shouting incoherently into the mic. The girls that surrounded her were completely spellbound by Finn as if he were all five One Direction members wrapped up in one, including Rachel. The brunette had had a couple of Coors Lights before the show, which loosened her up quite a bit. Like the other girls, Rachel was screaming excitedly and singing along with Finn. Mercedes was certain that the brunette was going to lose that perfect voice of hers with all the shouting that she was doing.

This Finn guy was definitely all guy compared to the rest of the band. His band mates were all tall, sallow, and rail thin. Finn was muscular, even though his pants were so tight that the outline of his crotch was in full view. He also wore a tight wife beater that showed of the large tattoo written on his chest that read: Live Fast and Die Young. That saying pretty much summed up all of rock stardom. He was wearing those black shutter shades and the same sneer she had seen on Rachel's phone.

Mercedes was a little uncomfortable in the crowd and hid it well behind her pearly white smile. The people that she was scrunched up against were giving her blatant looks of disapproval. They were all hipster snobs as she liked to call them. She wasn't wearing those ugly geek glasses or sheepskin moccasins and they obviously didn't like it. She wasn't one of them hence making them snobby elitists.

Although Mercedes was usually self assured and held her head up high, she couldn't help but feel a little self conscious. She was surrounded in a sea of skinny white bitches and guys who looked like skinny white bitches. Yet, she tried not to think too much of it. She tried to ignore the snickers and the not-so-discreet stares that she got the minute entered the bar.

The song was coming to an end with a climatic guitar solo and Finn doing, what looked like, a victory dance. The crowd erupted in cheers as he shouted an enthusiastic thank you.

As the crowd began to disperse, Rachel began to laugh and held herself up by holding on to Mercedes's shoulder. She was a little drunk by one too many Coors Lights.

"Wow!" She shouted, slurring her words a bit. She let out a big whoop and began to giggle like a little child. Rachel was completely oblivious to the stares she was getting from guys. They were practically eye fucking her senseless. From her dancing and bouncing around, Rachel's dress came dangerously close to giving everyone a free preview of her cotton underwear. That's only if she was wearing any.

"Where's Finny?" Rachel asked. She sounded like a complete ditz.

"We need to get back," Mercedes said, ignoring Rachel's question. She wasn't even going to even attempt to entertain that question. Rachel gave her a lazy nod and craned her neck for Finn Hudson, her supposed husband-to-be.

Mercedes needed to get her drunken roommate to the hotel in one piece. She herself was a little exhausted and could feel a throbbing headache coming on from the loud music.

"Let me go to the bathroom," Mercedes added. She grabbed Rachel's arm to bring her along. But, Rachel pulled her hand back.

"I don't wanna go."

Mercedes rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever Berry. Just stay here then."

Rachel gave her another dazed nod. Mercedes started for the bathroom, leaving the brunette standing in the middle of the bar, a starry eyed look on her face. The bathroom had red lights, yellow walls, and reeked of incense.

She quickly used the toilet, fixed her already messed up hair, and applied a thin layer of her raspberry lip gloss. She grimaced at herself in the circular mirror. She definitely wasn't looking her best, thanks to Rachel rushing her like a drill sergeant. Thankfully, she still managed to look somewhat like her usual diva self. She really didn't care about mix matching a bright yellow blazer, a black scoop neck T-shirt and blue and orange high top Nikes. There wasn't any legit reason to be self conscious. After all, she and Rachel were going to leave pronto and were going to catch the first cab back to the hotel. Within an hour, Mercedes was going to be fast asleep, like tonight never happened.

Surprisingly, the night had gone so much better than she expected. Berry had gotten what she wanted, to see the dreamy Finn Hudson sing with his band. In two days, Mercedes would be back at McKinley ready to take the role of lead singer of New Directions. It was a win-win situation and nothing was going to go wrong.

Two hipster girls, wearing matching floral dresses and hippie headbands, were whispering about her. Mercedes rolled her eyes and ignored them. Haters were going to hate. Besides, the two looked as if they needed at least ten dollars worth of McDonalds each. Satisfied with her glossed lips, Mercedes left the bathroom and searched for her dazed classmate.

The crowd was thinning out and there was indie music playing on the loud speaker. Rachel wasn't in the spot that Mercedes left her in. She wasn't by the bar getting another Coors Light. There were only two guys at the bar, a blond and a boy with a mohawk. Mercedes didn't even notice that the blond was ogling her.

Her roommate had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. The short girl began to panic and could feel her chest becoming tight with anxiety. The brunette was gone without a trace. Mercedes began to look for a pair of skinny legs wearing hot pink heels. There were moccasins, Doc Martens, even Birkenstocks. But no patent leather hot pink heels.

Oh Crap.

Rachel was gone!

Her stomach instantly fell deep into her stomach. This could not be happening, especially not after a perfect night. A missing Rachel meant that the events of their night were going to be exposed. Mercedes was a thousand percent positive, that Mr. Shue was going to kick their asses out of Glee Club. They could be suspended or even expelled, depending on Shue's level of anger. Mercedes needed to find that skinny, loud mouthed, soon-to-be-dead girl. And fast.

Mercedes glanced at her diamond encrusted Blackberry. It was almost eleven-thirty and she needed to act fast. She stumbled through the bar, tripping over her feet. She almost got whiplash by the way she kept turning her head from side to side. There was no sight of Berry and oddly there was no sight of Rachel's favorite band.

Holy Fuck.

Worst case scenarios began to play rapidly in her head. Mercedes knew very well that Rachel was adamant on meeting Finn Hudson. Heck, Berry kept saying that on the cab ride to Arlene's. She was crazy and drunk enough to do so. Maybe Rachel met Finn Hudson, fell instantly in love with his rugged good looks, and wandered off with him like another groupie. He and the band probably forced her into a dark alley and did some psycho human sacrifice shit. She watched Jennifer's Body too many times to count. Like Adrian Brody, Finn Hudson was hot and mysterious. He made the perfect killer.

She didn't know where to go from here, especially because she had no clue where to find Rachel and that band. She was in New York City for crying out loud! There were nearly eight million people in the city and she was forced to find one girl and four guys. The odds were definitely not in her favor.

Lost in her thoughts, Mercedes didn't even notice that someone was talking to her. She whipped around to see that mohawk haired boy and the blond from the bar staring at her. Somehow she had made it to the bar and was two seconds away from knocking into them and spilling their beer all over them.

"You look lost," The blond said. His large red lips were curled in a smirk, his green eyes glued on her.

"You have no idea," Mercedes snapped. She didn't mean to be rude but she had no time for conversation at the moment. She had a slut to find.

"Maybe if you tell me what's wrong I could help," he replied, unfazed by her rudeness. That smirk was still on his face and Mercedes could tell it wasn't going anywhere.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Usually, she liked her men dark and handsome, emphasis on the dark. Yet, this boy was very cute, in the All American white boy type of way. He was Man of Steel gorgeous. She bit her lip at the way his pale blond hair was tousled in this just-rolled-out-of-bed sex hair. She could tell that he was very athletic by the way his navy blue hoodie looked as if it were two sizes too small. It was official. Blondie was a bona fide Sex God, with unusually large red lips.

Mercedes took him up on his offer to help her. What other choice did she have? Plus, Rachel probably wasn't that hard to miss. Although the bar was packed with dozens of brunettes, Rachel probably stood out from the crowd. She was wearing a crotch dress that practically screamed Hey look at me! I'm a slut! Girls wearing that kind of ensemble were definitely very hard to overlook.

"Would you happen to have seen a brunette wearing a black mini dress?" She asked, looking hopefully at Blondie and his mohawk haired friend.

The boys glanced quickly at each other. Mohawk boy grinned from ear to ear.

Yup. They definitely saw her.

Mohawk boy turned to Mercedes and said, "Yeah I've seen her."

There was a glimmer of hope in Mercedes's that died faster than Kim Kardashian's wedding at Mohawk boy's next remark.

"She's long gone."

"She left with The Slices," Blondie added. He gave her an apologetic look.

Mercedes shook her head in disbelief. Her worst nightmare was coming true. Rachel had left with the band, drunken and out of it. She was with four older guys; one being the boy she was supposedly in love with. She was also dressed like a high class hooker, which only added fuel to the inferno that was brewing.

This was a mistake. This whole fucking night was one big mistake. She knew she should've not only said no but threaten to tell Mr. Shuester if Rachel set foot out of their hotel room. Being lead singer of New Directions, the dream she's had since Freshman year, was so not worth what was about to go down.

"Do you know where The Slices are?" was Mercedes's next question.

Mohawk boy laughed and gave her an incredulous look, "They're off to their secret show."

Mercedes furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. This night couldn't get any weirder.

Secret show? What secret show?

"Where's that?"

"You're obviously aren't from here, right?" Mohawk boy asked. He gave her a mocking smirk as if the word TOURIST was written across her forehead with a sharpie marker.

"No one knows. You have to find it," Blondie explained.

"Oh," was Mercedes's reply.

She. Was. Fucked.

"If you want we could help you find her," Blondie offered nonchalantly. He gave her an enthusiastic grin.

Her eyes squinted into a suspicious look. Rachel ran away with a bunch of strangers and Mercedes wasn't about to do the same. She was more than capable of finding Berry on her own.

"Thanks. But no thanks."

She started for the door when Blondie blurted his next response.

"Do you even know where you're going?"

Mercedes turned around and tried to hide her nervousness, failing miserably.

"No," she admitted sheepishly, letting out a defeated sigh.

"Then how do you expect to find the secret show if the city is all one big mystery to you?" he asked.

"I'm not roaming New York City with a bunch of strangers," Mercedes retorted. She crossed her hands across her well endowed chest.

"Well, I'm Sam," Blondie replied smiling.

"And I'm Puck," Mohawk boy announced. "And I must admit, we both love your DSL. Sammy more than me," he added, grinning slyly.

Sam gave Puck a discreet glare as Mercedes stared at them in confusion. She didn't even want to know what Puck meant. She had no time to.

"Ha. Ha. Puckerman," Sam said sarcastically.

"Don't listen to him because he's leaving."

The two boys locked eyes and Sam gave Puck a dismissive nod.

"He's right. I'm not in the mood to play hide and seek."

He took one last swig of his beer and gave Sam a quick bro hug. Within seconds, he disappeared into the bustle of the Lower East Side.

"Well Sammy, we have a band to find," Mercedes announced.

Yay! Sam and Mercedes finally met and under dire circumstances! I just made you guys happy and uber excited! R&R as always. Also, forgive any spelling or grammatical mistakes that you may find. The fourth installment is coming soon for those who are impatient.