Oh Lord, it's a Fire! Chapter 4
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Sam/Mercedes
Playlist: Kendrick Lamar- Poetic Justice
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters BLAH BLAH BLAH... All mistakes are mine!
A/N: I know...it's been a century. Been caught up with my Bamon fics again. But I miss this story too much to give it up yet.
BTW- I AM NOT feeling Sam and Brittney at ALL on Glee…love them, but not together. Makes me wanna fuckin hurl... anyway…
Enjoy !
It all happened so fast, one minute the crowd stopped to see Sam make his way to Mercedes performing on stage to devote his undying love for her, then the next everyone's screaming, fire alarms are ringing, and paparazzi fleeing.
Some bitch started a fire.
Mercedes glanced frantically around the room watching as everyone panicked, pushing past security to let them out of the club. She watched as many tried to get their drunken ass friends off of the ground knowing they must have passed out due to the alcohol on top of the sudden fright. The beautiful chocolate woman's heart began to race. She saw Sam, everyone did. Her back up dancers stopped dancing, her back-up vocalists stopped singing, and hell, and even the damn DJ stopped playing the tunes, which caused her to go in to shock. She didn't know that she would feel this way. The effect Sam had on her was quite frankly ridiculous. It was as if he were the puppeteer and she were the damn puppet for crying out loud. It was as if he knew his presence would purposely cause her to lose control, to run back in his arms without hesitation. But she couldn't. She stood right there, watching him smile sadly up at her. But then instantly, all the walls in the club sprung up in flames, cutting off everyone's smiles, halted all of the grinding, and even caused a few people to hurl.
''We're all gonna die!'' A blonde yelled.
''I can't go out like this, I was supposed to appear as an extra on the Walking Dead next week!'' A man decked out in leather cried.
''MERCY J! Watch out!'' a large crowd yelled.
The stage lights located high above the stage near the second floor creaked, and fell heavily towards the floor, on its way to crushing Mercedes to bits. But she couldn't move, she was scared, and she was a tough cookie just like her mama raised her, but she felt alone and there was nothing she could do to change that right then and there. So she screamed his name.
''SAMMY!''
Instantly she was being body slammed on to the side of the stage near the curtains. She felt a heavy weight on top of her and before she could confirm who it was she heard a familiar voice.
''MERCY! MERCY OPEN YOUR EYES! ARE YOU HURT? MERCY! PLEASE! ANSWER ME!'' Sam roared, pulling her in to his arms, caressing her cheek with his thumbs.
''Sammy?'' Mercedes stiffled a cry, unable to open her eyes.
''Mercy baby, it's me, open your beautiful eyes, please for me, look at me!'' He responded, attempting to hold back his tears. The woman he loved was seconds away from dying and he couldn't even to begin to grasp the reality of it.
Slowly opening her chocolate brown eyes, the one and only true love of her life sat there his face inches from hers. She watched him, his eyes watering, and body shaking.
He saved me, she thought to herself.
''Oh Sammy!'' Mercedes cried, trembling in her arms, holding on to him for her dear life.
''I'm here baby, I'm here, and I'm never going anywhere ever again. I swear it'' The blonde chanted over and over again in her ear grasping her back with her head against his chest.
''Hey man, get her outta here, the fires getting worse!'' One of the stage technicians shouted from below the stage running towards the exit with hundreds of people following.
''IS SHE OKAY!?'' Her crew yelled from the other side of the stage, worry clouded in their eyes.
''SHE WILL BE, JUST GET OUT OF HERE!'' Sam yelled slowly picking Mercedes up in to his strong arms, her head still buried in to his chest.
''I-I can walk Sammy, d-don't w-w-w-orry about me'' The singer stuttered, tears streaming down her face.
''Now you listen to me Mercedes Jones. There is no way in hell I'm letting go of you till I'm certain you're under a roof with me safe in my bed in my arms. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you! Understand!?'' Sam yelled over the screams and shouts.
''Okay Sammy, okay'' She nodded gripping his arms.
''Now let's get the fuck out of here''.
1 week later
''I'm just so thankful we all made it out safely, lord Jesus , I don't know what happened that night. Who could have done this?'' Blaine whispered, cuddling closer to his fiancé on the large sofa couch.
''All I know is, WHEN I find out, there will be fuckin hell to pay, and my pals will hear about this'' Kurt growled.
''W-what pals?'' Tina eyes widened, eyeing Kurt, knowing his bad-ass side was slowly coming out again.
''Don't worry about that hun''.
The whole crew had gathered at Kurt and Blaine's mansion the night the fire broke out at his club, and had been inseparable since. Considering there were almost fifteen master bedrooms in the whole house, Kurt made it an order for everyone to stay with them for as long as they needed. None of them had left the house for the first three days, only because the paparazzi were on their asses, with there being so many celebrities in one house hold, and the fact that the simply didn't want to leave each other's' side. But, Puck and the girl he fucked that night had some weird strong connection, so she had offered to go along with him to get some groceries for the house. Turns out she was one of the Victoria's Secret angels/models, and had two body guards waiting in the truck for them just to fend off any unwanted reporters. Puck was relieved.
Every news cast in L.A were on their dicks about the club night and telling citizens that police investigations were being made, to figure out who could have done this. The worst part? There was evidence of someone trying to sabotaged Mercedes performance and purposely put her life in danger.
This made the whole house fume in anger…and revenge. They couldn't believe that someone would be after Mercedes, one of the most popular artists and well liked people in America. She never got a DUI, she never pulled a Kardashian and made a scandalous sex tape with a Ray J wanna be, neither did she ever cause drama. It was just certainly not her forte. There were a couple of police officers searching her hotel room she was staying at just for any clues or leads her attacker could have left if they had followed her, and another 2 officers were on duty everyday circling the mansion just for hers and everyone's safety. Even some of the celebrities at the club that night wanted extra protection just in case there were a team of attackers and wanted to get them instead. Long story short Hollywood was on patrol.
''If I ever find out the bastard that did this, I will personally cut off their small dick, and shove it down his throat so hard he wouldn't even fathom what fuckin hit em' '' Santana growled, calming down as Brittney laid her head on her lap, rubbing her legs.
''I'll conjure up an army of zombie unicorns to kick his ass, just for back up'' Brittney frowned lightly.
''That's my girl'' Santana smirked.
''Guys…I hate to say it, but…what if it wasn't a guy? What if it was…a girl?'' Finn broke out, the room silencing.
''Now if that's the case, we'll fuck her shit up sideways'' Kurt nodded rolling his eyes.
''Amen,'' Tina, Brittney, Santana, and eve Rachel agreed in unison.
''Hey guys, how do you think Mercedes is holding up, up there?'' Quinn tapped her foot worried for her friend.
''As long as she's with Sam, I believe she'll be just fine, it'll just take some time you know?'' Artie spoke sadly, wheeling his chair up to grab another glass of champagne.
''Agreed, it was crazy though as soon as we saw they made it out safely, Sam looked like one of those super heroes he'd done. Or Super-man for that matter. He held he in his arms and wouldnt let go, even in the limo he made her sit on him curled up in a ball, and rushed to his room when we all came in...''
''Word, I even had to tell that body guard of hers to cool it cuz Sam looked as if he were about to go Hulk if someone other than him touched her...'' Puck added, raising his eyebrows.
''Truth be told, you all know we'd do the same'' Blaine shrugged, everyone in the room nodded their heads matter-of-factly.
''Raise your glasses folks'' Harry said, watching as they all complied.
''Now this toast is for Mercedes. This beautiful woman was scared for her life, and all she couldn't think about was the rest of us, her crew and her fans safety. Someone tried to hurt her and there's no way we're gonna stand by and let this bastard ruin lives'' Harry went on looking across the room at his friends…no his family.
''And I am so grateful that she's back in Sam's arms, and I hope they've resolved all that confusing shit, cuz we all know their soul mates'' Harry smiled in the direction of his lover Tina.
''Lastly… I fucking love you guys'' He finished, a tear rolling down his face.
The full house said their ''I love you's back, drank their wine, and strategized an ultimate plan.
A/N: Next chapter will be a continuation and full on SAMCEDES. Don't worry you'll read all about their private session in his room. Thanks so much! R&R!