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NEW ORLEANS, LOUSIANA
Ever since the dramatic introduction of Teddy, Mercedes, and Sam had gotten closer. They spent all of their time on tour together, whether it was eating, rehearsals, going out clubbing or sharing dinner, or having deep and intimate conversations with each other it didn't matter. At this point, everyone had started to notice the immediate connection and they were was a major bet to see how long it would take for the two to get together. However, there was still a big issue between the two stopping them from committing to each other. Rachel Berry.
Even though she wasn't a part of the tour you could still feel her presence, she was always calling Sam, or texting him, or plastering him everywhere on his socials, and Sam hated it. It also didn't help that Rachel had made plans for them to be together in New Orleans, all he could hope was that there would be no drama.
"Ahh I love New Orleans, I have had about two of these voodoo daiquiris, and I am feeling like dancing," Santana stated gleefully as she, Quinn, and Mercedes walked down Bourbon Street.
"San, it is only 2:30 we have rehearsals in the next three hours, then showtime two hours after that," Mercedes pointed out.
"Ok, Mom, jeez. I'm surprised you would even care because you and Sam have been up under each other for the longest." Santana argued.
"Sam and I are best friends nothing more nothing less."
"Of course, but Merce we all know you want it to be more." Mercedes would have been lying if she didn't disagree with her friends. Of course, she wanted everything to be more but she wasn't willing to sacrifice her or Sam's career for it. She wasn't that type of girl and she was never going to be that type of a girl. As she continued walking she got a text from Sam to meet her at the rehearsal space, so she left Quinn and Santana and hailed a taxi to make it to the space.
She walked into the space and saw that Sam was sitting down as some music blasted through the speakers. She left him alone and got dressed in her dance clothes before coming back and plopping down on the ground beside him startling him.
"You are lucky I never leave home without my dance clothes, what's up what do you want to go over," Mercedes spoke.
"Nothing really, I wanted to see if we could add a freestyle bit in the dance," Sam answered honestly.
"I am sure we can but where we would put it in the show it is already jam-packed." Mercedes pointed out.
"I want to replace our closer with just a duet between the two of us, it would showcase both our talents and I think it would look great at the end, and get people talking more."
"You would do that for me?" Mercedes questioned.
"I would do anything for you, Merce," Sam spoke. They sat in silence just staring at each other before Sam picked up her phone and played the song.
"The song is Six Shots by Sam Smith. They had described it as having your first time with someone, and I think we could go go out there, and create something sexy with the choreography. I say we play it freestyle and then get down to the nitty-gritty of it all so we can perform it down the line of the tour."
"Ok, let's go." Mercedes slipped on her heels as Sam helped her up he played the song and rushed over to Mercedes.
As the beat began Mercedes hiked her leg up in the air and dropped it before arching her back into the move as Sam placed his hand on her back in a seductive motion. Sam grabbed the back of her arms gently and pulled her up, and Mercedes swished her hits and dropped low to the ground before popping back up as if her knees were made of steel. Sam stood at the side and grabbed Mercedes's hand as he spun her into him and dipped her before bringing her back up.
Hmmmmm-mmmm
Better with the lights on
We can play my favourite song
Looking at me, take one shot, two shot
Hit deeper, taste sweeter
Good, but it feels wrong
I can last so long
Looking at me take three shot, four shot
Throat heat up, get sweeter, mm-hm
Mercedes wrapped her hands around Sam's neck as he lowered her down into a low split before quickly pulling her back up and letting her legs wrap around him as he spun them around before gently putting her back down to the ground on her feet. He put his hand on the base of her neck as they circled each other and then he pulled her in close gripped her leg and pulled it up on him as he rocked them back and forth to the music.
It's so hard, babe, loving me
I'm like a whiskey, you can feel it
Hit so strong but taste so sweet
There's no loving me, no way
You say you need me, but you don't know me
I'm the dark type, forever lonely
Hit so strong but taste so sweet
There's no loving me, no way
There's no loving me (no way)
There's no loving me (no way)
There's no loving me (no way), no way, no way
I know you know what it is
I can tell you know it hits
Let your feelings go, you've been working so hard
Put the week down
Pray in a space with me, hand on my heart now
Oh, beat it up
I know how to mix it up
Let your body go with the slow as we grow with the weekend
Take five shots, six shots, oh
Mercedes spun out of his grasp as they continued this sensual dance she flowed with him, as she couldn't comprehend what had changed between them. Sure they always danced together and this close to each other but this felt different and as she tried to focus on the steps all she focused on was Sam's hands on her body and the way his eyes seemed to have become darker.
It's so hard, baby, loving me (it's so hard)
(I'm) I'm like a whiskey, you can feel it
Hit so strong but taste so sweet
There's no loving me, no way
You say you need me, but you don't know me
I'm the dark type, forever lonely
Hit so strong but taste so sweet
There's no loving me, no way (so sweet)
There's no loving me (if you want me, baby)
There's no loving me (if you need me, baby)
There's no loving me, no way, no way
There's no loving me (no way)
There's no loving me (no, no loving me)
There's no loving me, no way, no way
Mm-hm
As the song ended their ending pose was Sam having Mercedes in a dipped position he pulled her up and before she could say anything he kissed her. He kissed her softly at first but when he realized that she was kissing him back it became harder. He picked her up and backed her up into a wall kissing her even harder as she refused to let him go. He moved his lips down her neck and nipped at her sweet spot as she moaned in his ear.
"I want you so bad Mercy." Sam breathed out.
"I want you to Sam," Mercedes revealed.
"Then what is stopping us?" Sam questioned as he placed Mercedes down and looked at her. Mercedes looked at him through her lashes.
"Rachel and Teddy, I don't want them to destroy this, and what is between us Sam. I like you I really do, but I don't want to end in one of us getting hurt."
"Who's to say that we would get hurt Mercedes?" Sam began.
"Sam, being with me isn't as simple as you may think it is. Before you there was an entire life that I had and that I buried, and worked way too hard for it to get dug up and thrown into my face." Mercedes explained.
"Mercedes, we have all had a life and did some things that we aren't proud of but I don't think it is going to be dragged up like you think it is."
"Sam, you don't know Teddy, and you also don't really know Rachel, and as much as I would love to try and see where this could end. I have worked way too hard on my career, for it to end this way. I'm sorry Sam, maybe if things were different, but they aren't." Mercedes spoke. She grabbed her things and left deciding to head back to the hotel and get mentally prepared.
HOURS LATER
Mercedes was in her dressing room getting the final touches of her makeup done when one of the stage managers came in and told her that Sam didn't want her to lead in any of the choreography for the night, instead, it would be Santana.
"Santana, you are doing lead tonight," Mercedes spoke to the Latina who was lacing up her shoes.
"How in the hell am I doing lead, when I am not the dance captain or the choreographer?" Santana asked.
Mercedes sighed, "You are going to have to take that up with Sam Evans. Look you are going to do great, you know all of the steps better than you give yourself credit for. You are going to go out there and kill it tonight." After affirming her friend Mercedes headed to the backstage area where she waited for her cues as she walked through the crowded area she bumped into Sam.
"Why are you replacing me with Santana tonight?" Mercedes asked him.
He looked at her nonchalantly, "Just trying something new."
"Don't be an asshole, because I don't want to be in a relationship with you."
"I'm not but it's my show and I have the right to not include you in the set as the main dancer tonight. Just be glad you are still getting paid." Sam huffed out as he walked to his cue marker.
"Fucking asshole," Mercedes growled under her breath.
The show for the night was amazing, but the people backstage new that there was an audible change with Santana being the front dancer and not Mercedes. As amazing as a dancer that Santana was she didn't have the same power, and fierceness that Mercedes had, and while Sam tried to work with her onstage it was of no use. There was no chemistry between the two, but luckily they got through the show. Once everyone had done their celebratory post-show shot Santana had found Sam before he snuck off into his dressing room.
"Hey Lips, don't you ever use me as collateral to prove something to Mercedes. I looked like an idiot out there." Santana spoke to him.
Sam sighed, "Look Santana we are just trying out different things and that is all, you weren't used as collateral."
"Bullshit, Sam and you know it. Look whatever went down between you and Mercedes at the private rehearsal is one thing but to bring it onstage where people are trying to forget their problems for just one night is something completely different. Be mad at Mercedes fine, but don't use this show as a way to swing your fucking dick around." Santana hissed as she walked away. Sam sighed and entered his dressing room, wishing like hell that they could just get out of Louisians.