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Like I said before, I don't like Shane as much as the next person and he will get his, and then some...But if life has ever taught me anything it's that things sometime get worse before they get better. So take a journey with me through the bad things cause the good will be coming soon

Oh and I totally agree with zeejack…I can't have Sam here and not put him and Mercedes together. My will power is not strong haha

I don't own glee cause if I did Mercedes and Puck would have been the leaders of New Directions and have Rachel sway in the background with duck tape over her mouth. There…greatest solution for all!

Warnings: abuse and language

The song used at the beginning is Representin' by Ludacris ft. Kelly Rowland

ENJOYxp

A brother would never know

That's how you like it ha

But that booty pack a mean punch

And I'ma spike it, huh?

At first, Mercedes didn't want to dance with Noah. Hell no— just no. It was like this infuriating man was her kryptonite. But dammit, throw in those gorgeous hazel eyes and that sexy smirk, and it's like she's a blushing fourteen year old virgin. Looking at that smile makes her forget about all of the horrible things that have happened in the last day and a half.

Mercedes finds herself on the floor from the blow to her face, eyes watering from the sting and wondering where she went wrong. Shane just hit her. He hit her. Shane backhanded her in the face and the force of the blow placed her on the ground at his feet. Mercedes stares up at him with wide eyes, holding her left cheek. She could already feel her face starting to swell. Shane bends down and leans in until their faces are almost touching.

"That's what happens when you think you can talk back to me. You're my bitch. You don't get to whine and complain about anything anymore. Do you understand me? When I want to go out and fuck other girls cause I can't stand to look at your ugly fat ass, I will. When I get home there had better be some dinner on the damn table, or they'll be some consequences. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" Shane yells.

Mercedes just sits there with a dumbfounded look on her face. She nods her head because she's still speechless.

"That's a good girl. Now get up and finish my dinner. And don't take long," Shane smirks as he exits the kitchen.

Mercedes slowly gets up from the floor and silently makes her way back over the stove, trying to hold back the tears. Dinner is finally ready and the table is set.

"Dinners ready Shane," Mercedes whispers.

"About damn time," Shane replies, sitting down at the dining room table and piling food onto his plate.

"What in the hell are you doing standing over there? Come sit down and eat."

She makes her way over to the table and gradually sits down. She puts some casserole on her plate and takes small bites.

"Damn, this some good casserole baby girl!" Shane smiles. "I think I'm gonna take some with me tomorrow when I go and meet some people from the job."

"That's nice Shane," Mercedes replies numbly while trying to keep in the tears.

Mercedes is brought back to the present by the feel of hands on her hips. Hands that belong to the man who has been the object of her fantasies as of late. A part of her feels bad because she's still in a committed relationship, but all semblances of thought flee from her mind when she feels Noah's breath hit the back of her neck. It's an intoxicating combination; the bright lights that give her world a hazy view, the warmth of his body, so close and so right. For a moment she feels at ease and devoid of thoughts of Shane and the work that needed to be done at the bakery. She feels like she can breathe for the first time in a long time and decides to let go. Mercedes swirls her hips slowly in a figure eight motion, pushing back against his groin. The feeling of his bulge shoots sparks up her spine. She brings her arm back and around his neck, scraping her nails against his scalp when he starts to whisper the lyrics in her ear. She feels empowered in his arms and in the reactions that she can unleash from him. She never knew that she could provoke these kinds of reactions from a man. Through the course of the downward spiral that happens to be her relationship with Shane, she began to believe all of the things that he would tell her. That she was fat and ugly, and that no one would want her. Mercedes began to feel her confidence dwindle into nothingness and her spirit wane. But Noah, oh this man made her feel alive.

The ending of the song jolts her out of her reverie and she slowly pulls away from him. Mercedes throws him a small smile and quickly returns to the booth. 'WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! You just molested the man on a dance floor full of people! Play it cool. Don't let him see that you need some release. DAMN, it's hot as hell in here!'

"Well, well, well," Santana smirks as she slides back into the side of the booth facing Mercedes. "I thought that I would bring you a drink to cool you off. Cause I'm fucking generous like that. Do you need a minute? Because I think that I could totally convince Puck to take you to the bathroom so he can get a sample," Santana smirks.

"Where's Brittany?" Mercedes asks.

"Dancing with Tina and Mike. Don't change the subject. I think you two scorched everyone within a two mile radius and I think I saw one couple drooling at the bar."

"It's nothing, Santana. Just a dance between friends," Mercedes replies quickly as she downs her whole drink.

"Deny all you want Mercedes, but you and I both know that you're thirsty, and not just for that drink. When was the last time you got off, and not just from your hand?"

Mercedes begins to think back and shockingly begins to realize that it has been a while.

"From the look on your face, it seems as though Shane hasn't been giving you the D in a minute. Ew, I just threw up a little bit in my mouth just thinking about him. I say you should kick the tub of lard to the curb and get your rocks off with 'Noah'" she coos.

"Shut the hell up, I ain't listening to your crazy ass," Mercedes laughs. Suddenly her smile slips as she begins to notice the new group approaching the area.

"Mercedes! Santana! How are we doing on this beautiful night?" Rachel asks as she approaches the table with Kurt and Blaine trailing behind.

"Rachel! I thought that you said you would be too busy to join us tonight? What are you doing here?" Mercedes asks as her eyes finally land on Kurt.

"Well, I came to realize that I was free so I invited Kurt and Blaine here to join me," Rachel says with a blinding smile.

"Aww, really? How nice of you to invite people that weren't invited in the first place," Santana smiles sweetly.

"Nice to see you too Santana," Kurt, says. They then make their way inside to booth. Just then everyone else arrives back.

"Damn Brittany! I didn't know you could move like that!" Finn exclaims.

"Come on man, compared to you everybody can move better than you," Puck laughs.

"Hush Puck, leave him alone," Quinn strokes Finn's arm comfortingly. "I think he does just fine."

"Yea, keep telling him that and maybe one day you'll start believing it too," Puck says as he rakes his eyes across the booth. They eventually land on Mercedes. She catches him staring and tries to divert her attention elsewhere.

"Rachel!" Tina says as she finally notices her at the table, "And Kurt and Blaine? I didn't know that you guys were coming tonight."

"Yeah Rachel told us that a group of you guys were coming here tonight and we thought that it would be a good idea to come and join in on the fun!" Blaine says excitingly, not noticing the awkwardness that begins to surround the table.

"Hi Finn! How have you been?" Rachel asks.

"He's been great Rachel thanks for asking." Quinn coolly replies. The two women have a stare off. Finn glances nervously between the two.

"So how have you been Mercedes?" Kurt asks. The booth goes quiet.

"I'm great Kurt," Mercedes briskly says.

"That's good. I thought I should ask since I haven't heard from you in a long time." Kurt coolly replies.

"Well, I hope you're doing great as well since I haven't heard from you in a while either," Mercedes was beginning to slowly become agitated.

"Oh that's rich, Mercedes. Real rich coming from a person who has been blowing me off over and over again. I mean really Mercedes? What could be more important than spending time with your supposed 'best friend'. I even make time in my busy schedule and my time with Blaine to….,"

"Oh really, Kurt? Really! You want to pull the 'blowing me off card'?" Mercedes yells, finally done with Kurt and his bitching. The table is completely quiet, not knowing what to say.

"You've been doing it over and over to me constantly. So, please excuse me if I don't want to hear the bullshit you're spewing right now!" Mercedes grabs her jacket and gets up from the booth ready to leave. "You know what Kurt, I'm damn tired of trying to mold myself to your liking and jumping up whenever you need something. Need to talk, call Mercedes. Need someone to come over and talk some sense into Blaine, CALL MECEDES! She clearly doesn't have shit to do and stress in her life! You don't have to make anymore 'time' for me cause look around Kurt!" Mercedes widely gestures, "I have enough FRIENDS and I clearly don't need any more!" Mercedes, seething, began to make her way out of the club. She can here Santana yelling, but can't bring herself to care. She has had it up to here with Kurt and his almighty attitude.

"Mercedes, wait!"

She keeps walking, not wanting to deal with anything or anyone at the moment. She suddenly feels someone turn her around and is met with those same hazel eyes that seem to calm her soul.

"What, Noah?" She says warily. Right now she's just tired and wants to go home so that she could lay down in her bed.

"I just wanted to say that what you did back there was hot as hell!" he grins.

"Huh?" Mercedes is so confused that she doesn't notice the hand that is still on her arm.

"I mean I gotta say that the little princess was shocked as fuck and his little midget was stuttering as soon as you left. He seems like the type that needed to be knocked down a peg or two," Noah smirks.

"I probably shouldn't have yelled like that, but I guess I just snapped," Mercedes laughs shyly.

"Well I liked the Mercedes in there. The take no prisoners Mercedes. The one that won't let anyone let anybody walk all over her, and look fierce as fuck while doing it."

Mercedes shyly smiles at him. This man is just too much right now. Just then a huge breeze blows in, making her hair fly into her face. She doesn't notice Noah approaching closer to her. She looks up into his eyes and feels frozen in place. He brings his hand up and gently begins to move her hair behind her ear. Noah's hand pauses and he traces a finger along her left cheek.

"Mercedes, what happened to your face?" Noah asks curiously.

Mercedes' eyes widen with realization and she begins to slowly step back.

"Umm, I have to go. I'll see you in the morning Noah," Mercedes turns around and makes her way across the street towards her apartment.

"MERCEDES!"

She closes her eyes, trying to block out the voice of the man that haunts her every waking moment.

Hope yall enjoyed this one!This week has started out super busy because of finals so posting of chapters might be a little slow this week. Please review:)