A/N: Hey! So let me start by saying that yes, this was a one-shot for a different fandom but they didn't appreciate it so, their loss.
Now, last night's episode! SAMCEDES! They are so wonderfully beautiful. I just can't wait for them to get over the weirdness and be the dynamic duo we all know they can be. Not to mention, did anybody else notice that the Samcedes dynamic is the one that Samcedes writers created for them? You know, regular ass, easy as breathing conversation with some jokes and laughs along the way. I did; and I just want to say to RM, you're welcome. If fanfiction is what they are pulling from for their relationship this time around, I'm glad. I just hope they stay the course.
Anyway, Happy Reading!
And as always, REVIEWS = LOVE!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own: Glee, it's characters or You Deserve Better by R. Kelly.
Sam Evans, the newest animator for a big comic company, had sat back for the past two weeks and watched two idiots vie for the attention and affection of the girl he loved.
Mercedes Jones, R&B diva, was struggling. She had a very important question thrust upon her two weeks ago; me or him? That was the question that Shane Tinsley and Anthony Rashad had posed to her. They both wanted Mercedes to be their girlfriend.
"It's been a month, Mercedes." Shane said.
"Yeah, we need to know." Anthony said.
"Need to know what?" Mercedes asked.
"Me or him?" they both asked.
So now for the past two weeks, Shane and Anthony had been trying to woo her. Dates and movie nights. Her time had been completely occupied.
"Have you seen Mercedes?" Shane asked Sam as he entered the upscale New York townhouse where Sam lived with Kurt, Blaine and Mercedes.
"No." Sam said plainly.
"Hey." Mercedes said joining them.
"Hey, I was looking for you." Shane said.
"Oh."
"Are you hungry?"
"I am."
"Great. I ordered some lunch from Breadstix. I'll go pick it up and I'll be back to pick you up." Shane said with a kiss to her cheek.
"Great." Mercedes said with a gentle smile. Shane waved before he left.
"Gross." Sam muttered.
"What?" she asked turning to the vampire.
"Nothing." he said with a crooked smile. Before she could say anything the front door opened again.
"Hey Mercedes." Anthony said as he entered into the study and hugged Mercedes.
"Hey."
"How are you doing?"
"Good. What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I came to see you." he said happily. She smiled as he pulled her down on the couch across from Sam. They chatted contently until Shane returned.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Shane asked angrily. Sam rolled his eyes.
"I came to see Mercedes." Anthony said. "Obviously."
"Get out of here!" Shane yelled.
"Make me!" Anthony yelled back getting to his feet.
"Stop fighting." Mercedes said getting in between them.
"Mercedes, it's been two weeks. You need to make a decision." Shane said.
"Yeah. Me or him." Anthony said. Mercedes looked from one to the other. She had no idea what to say. She liked them both. She thought they would both make good boyfriends but she didn't want to hurt one of them.
"I need time." she said. "Give me a day, please."
"Fine." Anthony said before he made his exit.
"I'll give you until tomorrow." Shane said before he left the townhouse. Mercedes nodded and watched Shane leave the room. Once he disappeared, she flopped down on the couch. Sam just watched her as she stared at the fire. He contemplated his next words before he spoke them.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked.
"Why are they doing this?" Mercedes asked him, her eyes meeting his.
"They like you." he answered.
"Apparently." she muttered.
"You really didn't expect this go on forever did you?"
"Well no. But I had hoped one of them would just give up and I would just date the one with the stronger will."
"That's dumb." Sam said.
"I know." Mercedes said with a laugh. "But this is complicated, Sam. You don't get it." Sam sighed. He rose to his feet and stepped across the room and sat beside her. "What?"
"I understand you're goin' through some things with those fools." Sam said. "They ain't worth it." she looked him in the eye and waited for him to continue. "Get with a real man."
"Shane and Anthony are real men." Mercedes said. "I could get everything I ever wanted with either one of them...I guess."
"Mercedes, listen to me. I could take you away from all this shit. Fly you around the world."
"You didn't do that with your other girlfriends." Mercedes commented. "What would we even do, anyway?"
"Make love to you in 50 states, you know what I mean? Treat you like you're supposed to be treated, alright." Sam said scooting closer to her.
"Sam." she whispered.
"You deserve better, baby. Fuckin' with these clowns. Pack your bags and we can leave now."
"What are you talking about?" Mercedes said rising to her feet.
"Girl don't let them bring you down. You deserve better, baby." Sam said. "And did you say you could have everything you wanted from one or both of them?"
"Yes. That's the truth."
"It's not. Let a real man bring you wealth. These lames are bad for your health." he said truthfully. Mercedes shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Mercedes, you can do bad all by yourself. You deserve better, baby."
"How do you know what I deserve?" she asked.
"I know you."
"Really?" Mercedes questioned. "You think so? Shane knows me too."
"He knows how to push your buttons, Mercedes."
"What's that mean?"
"It means, the last time was the last time that dude goin' make you cry." Sam said.
"He didn't make..."
"Carrie." Sam said watching the glow of the fire flicker across her face. He could tell the name saddened her and the shadow cast on her face made it worse. "Look, he playin' you, bass line, but you don't need the drama, you too fine. You need to fly, no doubt."
"Sam..."
"Mercedes, I can fly you, just holla out your destination; I know the route." he said. "He a fallin' plane girl, bail out."
"Why are you saying all this?"
"You need to hear it. I talked to Mike about this. We decided you need to hear it. Stop trying to distract me."
"I'm not but I don't want to hear your opinion on Shane anymore." she said.
"Ok, fine. I'll move on." he said, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.
"Sam..."
"We both know Anthony the type of guy that's gon' bore you and I'm the type of guy that's gon' spoil you. I can getcha lost in those islands girl. Eatin' lobster, crabs and live royal."
"You're dumb." Mercedes said.
"Maybe but you need a ride or die. You mash the gas, I'll steer."
"Me and you?"
"Yes." Sam said.
"Why are you saying this stuff?" Mercedes questioned.
"You need to know. I told you." Sam said rising from the couch and standing in front of her.
"I needed to know that you don't like Shane or Anthony?" she asked. "I could have figured that out on my own."
"Maybe but you need to hear this next part; it applies to both of them." he said looking her in the eyes.
"I'm listening." she sighed.
"He can buy you flowers, girl. I can put rose gold in your ear. Patron shots overseas, make you forget your fears."
"Forget my fears, huh?"
"Yeah Mercedes, you look like you need savin', Superman right here." he said causing her to smile a little. "Girl, I know that hurt you but I got the kinda sex that heals." she blushed fiercely. "These dudes out here be fraudulent, girl let me keep it real."
"You can keep it real, Sam?" Mercedes asked looking into his beautiful green eyes.
"Yeah. Listen, you deserve better baby. Fuckin' with these clowns. Pack your bags and we can leave now. Girl, don't let them bring you down, you deserve better, baby." Sam said matter of factly. "Let a real man bring you wealth. These lames are bad for your health. You can do bad all by yourself. You deserve better, baby."
"What am I supposed to say to all of this, Sam? You're not helping me. You're not making this decision any easier throwing yourself in the mix." Mercedes said sitting down again.
"I should be. I should be making it a clear choice because between love and hate it's a thin line and he done that like a thousand times. You need to make up your mind." he stated as he sat beside her.
"I know but what's the rush?" she asked looking at him.
"You should be somewhere getting' a tan line. Baby you ain't gotta work. I'll make shoppin' your career. We can sail the world together; yachts docked on them piers." Sam answered. She smiled up at him and he knew that he was so close to convincing her that he's the one for her. "I stole your heart like a hold up and you ain't gettin' it back. I'll be sexin' you in like 50 states, my chain all on your back." he reveled in the pink he brought to her cheeks. "Girl, you been lookin' for a real love and I got what they lack. You're a butterfly, a good girl, don't fall for none of these traps."
"Traps? I haven't haven't fallen for anything." Mercedes said.
"Yes you have. Me or him? That's a trap but you deserve better baby, fuckin' with these clowns. Pack your bags and we can leave now; girl don't let them bring you down. You deserve better baby so let a real man bring you wealth. These lames are bad for your health. You can do bad all by yourself so that's why I'm telling you, you deserve better baby.
"Sam, what if I don't pick you?" Mercedes asked. "What are you gonna do?"
"All I wanna do is see you happy. That's all I wanna do. I just wanna see you smiling baby."
"Really?"
"Yes, so I'll turn life into a hotel. Check you into your suite and show you the finer things."
"Tell me one more time why I should throw them over?" Mercedes asked getting to her feet again. He followed her to the bottom of the stairs before he spoke again.
"You deserve better, baby. Fuckin' with these clowns. Pack your bags and we can leave now. Girl don't let them bring you down. You deserve better baby
Let a real man bring you wealth. These lames are bad for your health. You can do bad all by yourself. You deserve better baby." Sam said as he caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. He was taken by surprise when she leaned up and kissed him passionately. "What was that for?" he asked breaking their kiss.
"Wait right here." Mercedes said as she began to run up the stairs.
"Where are you going?" he called after her.
"I've gotta pack a bag." she said with a crooked smiled before disappearing upstairs. Sam ran to his room, packed a bag and hurried back downstairs to meet Mercedes. He beamed when she bounded down the stairs.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked as he held the door open for her.
"I'm positive." Mercedes said looking into his green eyes.
"Good." he said as they headed downstairs. "This feels good, Mercedes." she nodded as they got into the waiting taxi. "How are you feeling?" She looked at the shrinking townhouse in the rear window before she turned her gaze back to him. She smiled when he smiled at her.
"I'm feeling right."