Been gone for a minute now I'm back with JUMP OFF! Hey guys! So, after the finale, I just needed a real break from Glee. It pissed me off SO much that I couldn't even write about it… ANYWHO, I'm back! And I have 3 stories in Queue: the part 2 to this one, a small rewrite of the ending to the 'Transitioning' episode, and part 2 to the Amber Hates Chord/Chord Hates Amber series..involving an elevator : ) Stay tuned!

So this is a short that I'll continue if YOU all help me with it. Ya'll remember that little conversation Rachel had with Mercedes when the big Samchel reveal happened…yea.. aint no way in hell anyone would be cool if one of their best friend's made out with their exboyfriend/soul mate… sooo, here's the rewrite.

Please comment! Need help continuing this one!

"Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me, Mercedes. I know how busy you are and I'm sure you've heard things about Sam and I and I just wanted to be the first to tell you that neither of us meant to hurt you. You are one of our dearest frie…"

Our. So there's an 'our' now.

Rachel's lips were moving a mile a minute and Mercedes wasn't here for any of it. She pursed her lips into a tight smile and nodded, as she'd learned to do whenever Rachel began babbling.

This time was different though. See, this wasn't about some solo or losing the lead role in a play that Mercedes had rightfully earned. This wasn't about Kurt damn near disappearing on her in favor of the Broadway diva sitting before her. Hell, this wasn't about the fact that she was constantly reminded throughout high school that no matter how talented she was, she'd never be seen as talented as one Rachel Berry.

Mercedes was above all of that. She knew herself enough not to base her worth on the opinions of others, even though it hurt that said inferior views came from her fellow glee clubbers. She could let all that slide.

But this.

No.

She refused.

Mercedes watched Rachel wring her hands atop the table as she explained how her and Sam's attraction blossomed out of nowhere and had been just what she needed to pick up the pieces of her currently tragic life. She grabbed her heart as she began recounting their first kiss in the choir room, seemingly forgetting that Mercedes was still in front of her and now frowning.

"Rachel?" Mercedes snapped her fingers in front of her, watching a dazed Rachel come back down to earth. She brought her hands back to the table, leaning over to grab Mercedes and squeezed it, reassuringly.

"I know you're meeting plenty of eligible bachelors on tour. Tell me more about one." She excitedly exclaimed, clapping her hands with glee. Mercedes shook her head. That wasn't what she came here to discuss.

"We'll have time for that later. So, Rachel, tell me, when exactly did these, " Mercedes shrugged and lifted her fingers in air quotations, "feelings start to surface?" Rachel recoiled under Mercedes intense gaze but shifted her focus to think back to when she'd first began noticing Sam as more than a friend.

"Honestly, I don't know, Mercedes. It just kinda happened randomly." Rachel kept her head straight ahead but looked as if she wanted to cower into a corner, away from Mercedes strong stance.

Mercedes nodded, "Ok. Why didn't you call me then? You've kissed and dated and done so much at this point. You're my friend. Why wouldn't you tell me before it reached this point? Seems a little shady."

Rachel nodded nervously, thinking of a proper response. "We kinda didn't think it would matter to you much. With you being on tour and all. And you both broke up so we just... I mean, I didn't think it…"

"Rachel, why would it not matter to me? I've loved that boy for years. You think those feelings just up and left?" Mercedes was trying to keep her voice leveled but all that she was hearing was pissing her off more than when Kurt first informed her of Rachel & Sam's budding relationship. She inhaled deeply, intent on calming her nerves. She wouldn't let Rachel see or get the best of her. "How could you think that I woudn't care about my ex-boyfriend and one of my best friends dating each other?"

After tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and jutting her chin out, defiantly, Rachel responded more confidently, even crooked a smile. "Mercedes, you both had a few dates in high school and a couple more years later in New York." She boldly reached over to squeeze Mercedes shoulder, ignoring the gritted teeth sounds coming from her friend. "I'm not sure I would quantify that as love. "

"He told you he was still in love with me." Mercedes barely got the words out through her clenched teeth but knew if she'd actually opened her mouth, she'd be roaring. Who in the blue hell did this fake Barbra Streisand, Molly from the Big Comfy Couch Dressed, yellow teethed troll think she was? They had been together for months in New York! They'd talked marriage and kids! Who the hell was she to reduce that to a few casual outings?!

Rachel's grip soften on Mercedes shoulder at the hiss sound she'd made.

"Who told you that?"

"Everybody knows it, Rachel. He told you clear as day! And you still pursued him? What kind of sh*t is that?" Mercedes didn't want to go off. She really didn't. She'd wanted to understand how her friend, whom claimed to care so deeply about her, could date Sam.

Of all the guys in the world, how the hell could Rachel date Sam? Her Sam?!

Mercedes was so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't notice Rachel rise from her seat, "You know what, Mercedes. Maybe now isn't the best time to talk about all of this. Like, I'm sorry this is upsetting you. You know that would never be our intention but we can't help how we feel." Rachel turned towards the door before shifting to look back at Mercedes, all the blood draining from her face as Mercedes stood inches away from her, eyes filled with rage and anger with her hands pushing the door closed.

"No. We're not done yet."

Ok guys. Where should I go with this?