I'm sitting on two chapters. One- About that damn prom picture that Glee cropped from the last episode. They know they were wrong for that.

Two- What that conversation between Rachel & Mercedes REALLY should've looked like a few episodes ago. (BOTH COMING SOON!) Now onto this one…

So in my quest to figure out WHAT THE HELL IS GLEE THINKING, I've come across fans who've noted their perceived lack of chemistry between Sam & Mercedes. Now, I disagree with this as they've always looked so comfortable and affectionate with each other. But I have also seen Chord tweet things that makes it seem like he aint a fan of the Ship…SO, I'm doing a two parter on this one.

What if Amber didn't like the 'Samcedes' ship….hmmmmmmmmmmmm

The language gets a little…. Hmph ish…so be warned!

Don't own Glee.

"Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance

DJ turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on)

Imma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And Imma throw this money while you do it with no hands"

Chord listened and glared, unenthused as Amber repeated the chorus of 'No Hands' through her headphones over and over and over and f*cking over.

Chord & Amber had 2 hours of rehearsal before they were to report back to set and had been directed to practice scenes together since they were getting pretty steamy. In other words, Chord had been watching Amber listening to music for the past 20 minutes.

Ryan thought he was slick but he'd been having everyone film double scenes so no one would know the true ending for the series finale. Chord had already filmed a romantic ending with Lea so when he got the rewrite for a love scene with Amber, he was beyond excited yet slightly conflicted.

Chord wasn't immune to trolling social media sites and he saw how although the 'Samcedes' pairing had a serious following, there were those who questioned the chemistry between their characters. He snarled at the thought, acknowledging that most were based on ignorance as race was often brought up as well as the differences in Sam and Mercedes' physical appearances. He tried to ignore those foolish comments and tweets. But there were the few fans that mirrored Chord's thoughts in that sometimes there was a lack of connection between the two, shown on and off screen. And for the life of him, he couldn't understand why.

Chord liked Sam with Mercedes. After years of his character being passed along through the female cast like some cheap corduroys, he was kinda jazzed about being with Mercedes in Season 3, especially since their relationship appeared more authentic and mature than most of the other pairings on the show. He also had to admit that being romantically paired with one of the coolest chicks on the set was the biggest perk. Amber was the best prankster he had ever seen. In fact, in between set, she was the one always cracking jokes or giggling between takes. Chord liked that about her and since they were so similar, they had immediately bonded when he was casted. All that changed by the end of that season.

"Amber?" Chord threw the pen cap at her to get her attention. Amber rolled her eyes but took the headphones off.

"Yes?" The annoyance in Amber's response escalated Chord's own irritation but he tried his best to keep it at bay.

"Shouldn't we be going over these lines?" Chord kicked his feet on table and lifted his script for emphasis. Amber's face scrunched up as she began to put the ear buds back in.

"Umm since when? We know the lines. When have we ever used this time to go over lines we already know?" Amber smacked her lips and waited to see if Chord was going to respond before she went back to her music.

Chord huffed out his annoyance and ignored the eye roll she countered it with. "Yea, I know but maybe we should go over this scene. Seems kinda deep."

"Yea? And? We've done heavy scenes before. No need to reinvent the wheel." Watching Amber frown had always been one of the smaller joys of set life. Her nose would crinkle up and small dimples on her cheek and under her chin would spout. He'd never say it aloud but she looked absolutely adorable.

"Well, maybe we can make this one special." Chord smirked before lifting his face to meet Amber's suspicious one.

"Why? Why the sudden interest in 'specializing' our scenes?" She inquired before singing out, "We're at the end of the road". Chord had to giggle at that. "Why change things now?"

He had to strategize before he asked his next question. He didn't want to offend her or question her acting skills. Amber Riley was the most talented person he'd ever come across but his curiosity was getting the better part of him and since they only had one more day left of filming, Chord figured he didn't have much left to lose. Might as well go for the jugular.

"You know, I can tell that you don't like me very much" He examined her response closely, taking in her widened eyes and sharp intake of breath. So she's in shock? Shock is good, yes?

"Of course, I like you. We're cool. Why would you say that?" Chord didn't want to get too beside himself but Amber sounded even more offended than he'd ever assume she'd be. He felt surprisingly relieved yet still baffled as it didn't solve his internal mystery. So he pressed on. Counting off all the reasons he'd thought Amber wasn't fond of him.

"Umm 1, when we did our read through of the Season 2 Finale and you realized Sam and Mercedes were going together, you scuffed and failed miserably at hiding your disappointment."

"I did n.."

Chord interrupted her, determined to finish all of his points. "2, when we were rehearsing Human Nature and I tried to kiss you", he waved the book lying on the desk again "as was clearly in the script, you cringed and damn near fell backwards!"

"No! You just caught me off guard!" Amber rose from her seat and slammed her hand onto the table. Chord, mirroring her animated actions, followed suit, waving four of his fingers in the air and adding in one of her signature neck rolls.

"It happened 4 other times! 3 times last season! You don't want me kissing you! Admit it!"

Chord had struck…well, a cord. Amber was doing all the things she did when she was in denial or unwilling to back down. Jutting her chin out, crossing her arms then uncrossing them and grasping her hips. Amazing the tiny details he stored in his brain about this woman.

"Look, Ms. Pretty", He lifted his eyebrow and smirked at the old nickname he'd given her, relishing in the small smile she gave in response."You don't have to like me but it's kinda noticeable in some of our scenes."

Her eyes flashed from denial to red rage within seconds but she rubbed her temples, saying each word as slow and calmly as she could.

"Ok. First of all, I told you that I liked you. So stop saying that I don't. And second, are you saying I'm not acting up to par or what…because it kinda seems like you're questioning my acting skills."

See? He knew this was gonna happen. He knew she'd react this way! It should be a shame to be this damn predictable but he still smiled inwardly at the pout she failed at shielding.

Chord perused around the room before responding, deviously excited that she was getting even more infuriated by his lagged response. His eyes finally found hers, staring intent and impatiently, still standing and tapping her feet, irritably. He glanced at the action before slowly taking in her appearance. She was dressed in Mercedes trademark bright colored sneakers, tight dark jeans and a striped purple blazer over a thin tank that barely concealed her ample cleavage. Chord had to clear the lump in his throat and readjust the arousal forming in his pants. Get it together, Chord.

Finally sighing before giving her a half smile, he responded slowly, hoping his sincerity was heard and felt. "You're an amazing artist. I'd never question that. One of the things I'm going to miss most is being able to see you light up the screen. Or blaze the stage. Your talent transcends my own very simple understanding, Ms. Riley. Never forget that"

Then she smiled. Not that forced smile she gives in scenes she doesn't want to do that no one can tell the difference between because she really is that talented. Or the one she paints on when people touch her hair curls and ask how they got so kinky. This was the rare one. It covered half of her face and slanted her doe eyes into small chocolate crescents. The same dimples from her frown made an appearance but the ones on her cheeks were deeper.

She really was beautiful.

And he really was going to miss her.

Yet and still….

"But" That magnificent smile immediately vanished, "There are fans who think our 'Samcedes' connection isn't as strong as it can be. Is all I'm saying. That's all." Chord threw his hands up, dramatically then raised them in surrender, chancing a glance at Amber, whose expression was a cross between pissed and really really pissed.

"Weeeell" Amber dragged the word on until her lungs had no oxygen left. "Maybe Mercedes just shouldn't be with Sam."

"What? Why not? They're perfect for each other!" Chord shifted nervously after realizing he was repeating lines Sam had said to Mercedes during a scene in New York and blushed profusely when he noticed Amber smirking, showing that she realized it to. He couldn't help it! This was almost as bad as the thought of her not liking him. How could she not think Mercedes and Sam are meant to be?

"How are they perfect for each other? Give me a good reason they should be together?"

"Umm because he loves her. And she loves him!" Amber scuffed at his rebuttal, digging in her nails as if the conversation was a waste of her time, which further ticked Chord off.

"That aint a reason! The truth is, there is no reason. No offense to YOU, Chord but Mercedes, the character, could do better than Sam, the character. In vice versa." She made sure to emphasize the word, character so Chord would know she wasn't talking about him personally which didn't matter. He was taking it personally, regardless.

"What reasons do you hav… waaait! Is it because I'm …or Sam is white?!" The quiet in the room answered his question and deflated his confidence more than it should've. He'd heard it all about their characters' relationship, most of the more hurtful comments were directed at Amber but it had affected him too. He didn't understand how people couldn't see the beauty in Amber/Mercedes and why someone like Sam (or Chord, perhaps) would want and love her. But to hear Amber mirror those same ignorant sentiments…

"Look, you're taking this personally and you shouldn…" Chord looked at her as if she had two heads.

"It is personal! You're letting your personal preference affect the character you're playing, for one. AND, it's..it's raci.." Amber raised her hand, dismissively but winced at the sight of Chord's reddened cheeks, saddened and remotely confused at his anger. Her sympathy evaporated as quickly as it came.

"Oh whatever, Chord. I'm not racist. I just think they should've had more black characters on this show from gate. I'm the only one. I've been the only one for six years! Every other original cast member has had developed relationships at least by the beginning of Season 2 except Mercedes. And then, once they realized that I'd been left to dry and had NO alternative, they paired me with you."

Where Chord was from, this was the point where a woman could use a good shaking. Not enough to hurt 'em. Just enough to conjure up some sense in 'em. And if he was that type of man, he'd shake the hell out of her right now. He agreed about the need for more diversity on the show. In fact, it had always pissed him off how Amber played backseat to Lea when her vocal skills were just as phenomenal, if not more. And yes, Mercedes love life should've been just as developed as the other principal characters but that didn't negate Amber's biases or the fact that Sam and Mercedes still managed to make just as good a couple as those created earlier than them. How the hell couldn't she see that? Chord huffed in frustration.

"Amber, you may not be racist. But you are biased. " Chord's face lit up, remembering something from a radio interview a year prior, he mimicked her response to the interviewer verbatim, "Ohhh, I want a nice chocolate man under my Christmas tree this year!"

She threw daggers with her eyes at him before busting out in laughter, falling into her chair with her entire body shaking with mirth. Chord bit his plump bottom lip, straining to keep his face filled with contempt and frustration but the sight of her holding her belly in pure joy was too much to frown at. He soon found himself laughing along with her.

"How" coughs and shakes, "in the hell" giggles even more, "did you" chocks and clears throat, "remember that?" She grinned at him, still fighting off her giggles.

"I don't know. I remember a lot of random things you've said. Like that you were on Barney as a kid" Sam cackled as Amber scowled, still dreadful that her association with the purple dinosaur had gotten out.

"Look, we're different! And that's ok! We eat different foods. " Amber pointed to her ear phones on the table, "We listen to different music."

Chord twisted his face in disagreement, "What? No way. We may be different but we're still similar!"

"What song was I just listening to?"

"Umm… it's Wale and ummm what's the guys name?" He rubbed his head trying to remember the artist or name of the rap song and resigned after seeing the smug look on Amber's face.

"We're al different. We all have preferences. And It's ok." She shrugged, still grinning at her triumph.

"Amber, may I ask, have you ever dated someone of another race?" Amber's bravado wavered slightly as she shyly looked to the floor and shook her head before crossing her arms defiantly.

"Your point?"

"How could you know if.."

"Because I just know." Amber countered harshly, tiring of their conversation and the dangerous path it was leading onto.

Chord watched intently as she reached for her cell phone then sighed dramatically when she realized only 10 minutes had passed and they still had an hour and a half before they'd be called to set. As she placed her palms onto the table and laid her chin atop her hands, Chord saw something in her he'd never had seen before: vulnerability. Amber and Mercedes had a lot in common as Amber had some say in her character's development. They both were goof troops with attitudes. Amber's silliness was always balanced by her brass demeanor and often times overshadowed her sensitivity. She kept everyone laughing so that no one noticed when she wasn't smiling. Chord had noticed it before but knew it wasn't his place to address it, especially after their friendly dynamic became more strained. However, watching her peek at the ceiling, trying to avoid eye contact, she looked fragile. Raw.

Just when Chord thought he knew everything about Amber Riley, she goes showing him something new and exquisite.

He cleared his throat and gave her a lopsided grin as she glanced at him, with a raised brow.

"So, if we could make Amber/Mercedes perfect man, what would he be like?" She side eyed Chord, attempting to gauge his seriousness and once he kept up a mutual poker face, she smiled as she dreamed up her perfect man.

"Ok! Ok! I'll play along. He'd be chocolatey 6'0. No taller. I'm too short for much taller. Ohh and with muscles everywhere!" Chord grimaced as Amber tried to control the drool threatening to escape her lips. He looked at his pale arms, frowning at their lack of melanin but he did have some muscles. And miraculously, he was 6'0, exactly. Hmmmm.

"OK. So I got the aesthetics, thank you for not drooling all over the table." He rolled his eyes as Amber's blush reddened her cheeks. "What would he be like? Like what qualities?"

She raised her index finger to her chin before grinning wistfully, "He'd make my knees weak." After seeing Chord's confused expression, she pressed on, "Don't get me wrong. I want him to be funny and ambitious and kind and loyal and all the traits that make a good man. But I want him to make me weak. I want him to make me a wanton." Amber's eyes were going above Chord's head as she imagined the guy and apparently, he was doing a number on her as she inhaled and exhaled slowly, closing her eyes.

So, she wants a guy that can make her weak? Chord looked at the door and then around at the small room they were in and his wheels immediately began turning. In reality, Chord had some similarities with Sam as well. Neither were that sophisticated but both had random surprising traits that always came out at the best/worst times. Chord may not have been black but he was sure he could make Amber weak.

"Sam could make Mercedes weak." Chord's words broke Amber's reverie and she frowned before cackling at him. Grabbing her cell phone and putting the headphones into the jack, she stood and turned her back to Chord, leaning against the table towards the door.

"I'm done with this conversation."

Chord's lips curved into his signature lopsided grin as he walked over to Amber and stood on the side of her, both of their shoulders barely touching. He turned in the opposite direction so they were both facing opposite directions but he could still be near her ear.

"Excuse my language, darlin." He drawled near her ear, feeling her shift under the breath hitting her neck.

"What? Chord, what are you doi…" Amber's questions was lost once she saw the darkening of Chord's green eyes to a emerald color. She watched in fascination as his jaw clenched and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, seductively.

"Mercedes?"

Amber blinked, unable to find her voice at the sound of the deep timber coming from Chord. She looked around for an escape but her legs weren't cooperating with an exit plan. He leaned closer to her ears, hitting her lobe with his bottom lip before whispering, "I will fuck you."

Amber's eyes widened in shock, excitement, and anger but her rebuttal was too slow for a scheming Chord. He nodded his head into her loose waves and could smell the peach conditioner she must've used recently. He also heard the sharp intakes of breath she was making and grinned before continuing.

"I will fuck you so good. So hard that you'll have to borrow Artie's wheelchair for the duration of filming."

Her cheeks were turning a darkened maroon and he was having a hard time persuading himself not to take a chance and touch her. "You understand, woman?"

He was so close that he could hear how hard her heart was pulsing, almost rattling her chest, her breath heaving rapidly. He questioned whether he should stop while he was ahead but after unmasking himself from Amber's hair and looking at her flushed face, he knew he was in too deep to stop.

"I don't think you get it." He shook his head, still keeping his voice low and eyes on the bottom lip she was nervously chewing, "You won't be walking. At all. The producers will have to rewrite your scenes to explain to viewers why your legs are inoperable. All because of me. " Chord reached his arms on either side of Amber ensuring that they weren't touching but that he was directly in front her, leaning down, mere inches from her face.

"You hear me, woman?"

Amber trained her eyes on the floor but failed to contain the whimper that escaped her lips. Her hands held onto the edge of that table for support under Chord's overpowering and newfound dominance.

"That pot of chocolate gold down there," His voice went horse as he glanced at the jeans concealing the peak of Amber's inner thighs. He was playing with fire and he knew it but she hadn't slapped him yet and he'd always liked flames. He lifted his eyes to watch Amber's downcast ones, "I'd spend days in that pot. Maybe even weeks. Aint no telling. Nibbling. Sucking. Tasting. Eating. .Bit."

Amber's breathing was becoming more and more rugged and her shaky hold on the table had it scrapping against the floor, loudly. Chord dipped below her face, forcing her to finally look at him.

"And when I finally come back up for air, that sweet delicious sticky wet will be plastered all over my face. And I wont dare wash it off."

She moaned! Chord heard it! Amber's orbs were wild and although she was holding his gaze, her lips were trembling so hard that even biting them didn't cease the shaking. She wanted him! He could see it! He could feel it and it felt like everything.

He moved his hands from the table and trailed them alongside the outline of her silhouette without touching her, reveling in the heat radiating from her body.

"This would all be mine." He nodded at her, absentmindedly. "This soft stomach. Those small feet. These wide and bodacious hips." He lifted his brow at her before smirking and looking over her shoulder, "that round, glorious ass. All mine." Amber's bewildered gaze followed his hands as they hovered over her heaving breast before traveling to her neck, still making sure not to touch her skin. "You understand?" Amber's response was a barely audible moan which wasn't good enough for him.

"I can't hear you. Tell me, who's would it be?"

Amber's dazed eyes traveled to Chord's lips before lowering to the length of his long toned chest and zeroed in on his neither regions. Chord readjusted his jeans causing her head to snap up and return his stare, embarrassed. His lips curved into the most wicked, knowing grin before asking her whose would it be again.

"Please." She whimpered, trying to lean her body into his hands. Chord was too swift and moved them before they made contact with her skin, knowing it was driving her wild. He also knew that if he'd actually allowed hands to roam, they'd end up laid out on this table within minutes.

"Whose?"

"Y…y…yours."

"Who's yours? Say my name, darling." Chord deepened his accept, leaning impossibly closer to her face, watching as she struggled with each breath but leaned her own face closer to his.

"C..C..Chord" She stuttered, moving her body closer to his.

Chord's smirk reached his eyes as he connected his lips to Amber's forehead before whispering in her ear, "You mean, Sam, right?" He stepped back and watched her hooded eyes finally widen at the distance between them and her hands reach for her face in shock at what just happened.

Chord leaned against the door and shoved his hands into his pockets, needing distance to clear his own head. Well, two heads. He finally cleared his throat, recapturing Amber's attention.

"Now, I may not be able to make Amber weak." He shrugged, knowingly as she rubbed the back of her neck, nerves still riled up. "But Sam." He walked closer to Amber but kept an amicable distance for both of their sanity. "Sam could definitely make Mercedes weak. Don't you think?"

She scanned the room, looking for a way to negate what he was saying but the heat still radiating from her body and the lust still masking his eyes held her captive.

"Well, I guess." She blurted too quickly to be convincing. "I mean, she's fell for him before. I guess there's something between 'em. I mean, me personally" She shook her head, fiercely while evading eye contact with Chord, "…you know but..yea..I kinda..guess I see you're point. Kinda. With Sam. And Mercedes. Yea."

Chord nodded and smiled at her stuttering. He should tell her how beautiful he thought she was. That he could make her weak 24 hrs a day. That if she'd let him, he could be the one to love and treat her the way she deserved.

But looking at her perplexed expression, Chord decided he'd done enough damage for one day. Instead, he closed the distance between the two of them, hearing Amber's breathe hitch immediately at their proximity. He leaned in towards her supple lips, as she maneuvered her face closer to his as well. He contemplated going in for the kill before redirecting to her ears, nuzzling against them and whispering,

"And I did it with no hands."

Song- Wacka Flaka Flame- No Hands.

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