AN: So since I finished one story I will start another. This one is tricky. It's AU and Sam is a handful and a half. He is troubled, and a bit of an ass, but I think you guys will learn to like him, maybe. He is full on Ain't Shit Sam in this one. I don't know how long this fic will be it all depends on how everyone responds to it. If a lot of people seem to like it, then I will write more and try to update often. Shout out to my Beta Rose for being amazing and fixing my errors. This story is dedicated to Tay and Rose. Hope you guys like it and please don't forget to review. It keeps me going since there is no Samcedes on the show.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

Chapter 1: The Curious Case of Benz and Sam

"Don't say we're not right for each other because the way I see it, we might not be right for anyone else."

Sam flicked the cigarette he was smoking and watched as the ash floated around the cold crisp air. It was mid-December and winter was in full swing. He hated this time of year. The time where everyone was happy and in the holiday spirit. Where the city was full of bright shiny lights and decorated all festive with Christmas decorations. Where people went around door to door, singing songs about Christmas. He wanted nothing more than to take a blowtorch and set fire to half the town. Would it make him feel better? No, but at least everyone would feel how he felt. He had been sitting on the hill by the old shoe factory. He often went there to clear his mind or just to simply get away from that house. He never called it a home because quite frankly it didn't feel like one. He hated living there, his aunt was always crying and her horrible excuse for a husband was always drunk. He told himself he would just disappear, go somewhere where he could be free from the bullshit, but he knew they were watching him and he didn't want to disappoint them anymore than he already had.

He smushed the finish cigarette in the grass beside him and took a few swigs of the beer he stole from his aunts husband. He was just about to lay back and stare up at the sky when he spotted someone walking at the bottom of the hill. It was a girl, and he could barely make out who she was or if he knew her from school. What he did know was that she was younger than him by at least two or three years. He watched as she leaned against the railing that surrounded an old pond. Her shoulders slumped and her head was down. He could tell she was crying by how her shoulders began to shake. Usually he wouldn't give a damn about some chick balling her eyes out. He didn't have time to care, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. He pulled another cigarette out from his coat pocket and lit it. His eyes still glued to the crying girl. He ached to know what was wrong, he wanted to go to the bottom of the hill and ask what had made her sad. But Sam Evans didn't do things like that. It wasn't in his nature. He stayed to himself and didn't keep a lot of friends especially female friends. Fuck that. He thought. She's not my problem.

He hesitantly took his eyes off the girl and lied down like he intended before she came along. He closed his eyes and thought of a happier time in his life where his parents and siblings were still alive. He could see their faces, four pairs of eyes smiling at him. He often wondered if they made it to heaven and if they were all together. He missed them, missed his former life. He was the oldest of Mary and Dwight Evans three children and the only one was as the police and news anchors put 'lucky' to have not been aboard the plane that killed his entire family. It had been two years, since the day that his whole world had turned upside down. His family was flying home from a trip to see his grandparents. Thirteen year old Sam had asked to stay for another week and his parents allowed him, but took his three year old twin siblings Stacey and Stevie back with them. He was picturing the last time he saw them alive when he heard a scream followed by a loud splash, and laughter. He sat up and stared down the hill where he saw Finn Hudson, and some of his flunkies fist bumping and laughing towards the pond. He advert his gaze to said pond and saw the crying girl from earlier fighting to stay afloat in the nasty water.

"HELP! I CAN'T SWIM!" She yelled from the pond. In true Finn Hudson asshole form, he and his friends panicked and fled.

Sam took off, racing down the hill shredding off as much clothing as he could before he reached the bottom. The screaming girl sinking further into the icy pond, fear clear and present in her cries for help. When Sam reached the bottom he didn't run around to the opening of the fence but climbed up and dove off the top of it. He was sure the water was freezing, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins didn't allow him to feel anything as he swam toward the drowning girl. He finally reached her and she clasped and clung so tightly to him that she almost pulled the two of them under.

"You're ok, you're ok," he said trying to calm her down. Her breathing was frantic against his neck as she buried her head in the crook of it. Her arms and legs wound around him in a vice grip as he slowly made his way back to the land. The adrenaline was wearing off and the water felt like a thousand tiny knives stabbing Sam all at once. She was shaking violently against him, and he couldn't tell if it was from the cold of the water or the sobs that were coming from her. When he made it to the shore, she was still attached to him. He don't know he managed but he was able to get both of them out the water and halfway up the hill. He was tired, cold, and a bit worried about the girl in his arms.

"Can you walk the rest of the way?" He asked trying to catch his breath. She didn't speak to him, just nodded. She was still crying but not as hard as she had before. "Are you ok?" She still didn't speak but shook her head for no this time.

Sam had no idea what to do; he was actually starting to get frustrated about the whole situation. He started walking, making his way up the rest of the hill grabbing the clothes he had pulled off on his run down. He didn't turn around when he heard the footsteps behind him. When he made it to the top and got redressed. He finally turned around to face her. He could see her a little more clearly now, he was right about her being younger, and he still didn't recognize her. She looked petrified, her bottom lip completely sucked into her mouth. Her hands were wrapped around her midsection and her hair was slicked down to her face from the water. The crying had stop but the shakes appeared to have gotten worse. For a minute he felt sorry for her, his heart ache for a tiny moment for the shivering girl in front of him, but he soon forced the feeling out quickly. Sam didn't feel, he didn't allow himself to. Again, without saying anything he walked off, this time towards his uncle in laws truck. He expected to hear the sound of her footsteps behind him but he didn't as he was halfway there. He turned around and saw her still standing in the same spot as she was before.

"Come on," he said, "I'll give you a ride home."

She hesitated for a second or two and finally she started slowly making her way towards Sam. Sam didn't know it yet, but that night, saving that girl, would change his life forever.

Four Years Later

Lima Ohio is a small city. A small city filled with lots of people with big dreams and false hope. In this town there are many different people from all walks of life. Some were rich, and looked down on those who were less fortunate. Some were poor but were believed to be rich because of how they valued their life instead of how fat their pockets were. Lima isn't one of those towns where everyone knows everyone cause they are all related somehow, but it is small enough if you knew the right people, they could tell you what you needed to know about everyone else. For example everyone knew that Russell and Judy Fabray were the riches folks in Lima. They also knew April Rhodes was the town harlot, Sue Sylvester was the town crazy, and Will Schuester was the town drunk. Just like everyone knew that the Jones family was the most powerful.

Terrance Jones was the city's police commissioner. The middle of the Jones brothers, Tyrone was recently elected Mayor of Lima and their uncle Percy was the former mayor until he won his bid for senator. The youngest brother Marion was the district attorney and he, unlike his older brothers and most of his family, he didn't believe in using his last name to get what he wanted. Terrance being the oldest took pride in his family and ever since he could remember he always took care of his baby brothers. He made sure that none of them ever fell into the wrong crowd or missed a step when it came to getting an education. Now, that they were older and all had successful jobs, he pushed that focus on his only child, his seventeen year old daughter, Mercedes. He met and married her mother Desiree, within his first year of college, and by the time he was stepping across the stage to get his diploma Mercedes Desiree Jones was born. It was a bittersweet moment for Terrance, because his wife had died the same day due to complications with her pregnancy. He vowed that day that he'd give Mercedes the best life possible. She was his pride and joy. She never had to ask or want for anything. He made sure she always went to the best schools, and had the best tutors. She was enrolled in the best programs and hung with the right crowd. He wanted her to be the best of the best, and he wouldn't settle for less. She was his world, his heart and he dared anything or anybody to mess with her. He deemed himself the perfect father, but little did he know Mercedes thought differently.

It wasn't that she didn't love her father, she just hated that he spent so much time and focus on building up his career that he failed to spend time with her. She was involved in a lot of extracurricular activities and he hardly had time to attend them. He would always send one of her cousins with a video camera and flowers to record whatever she was doing so he could watch when he had time. Then he would praise her on a job well done days, weeks, or sometimes months after the event took place.

At times it seemed like the only person who did have time for her was her secret best friend, Sam Evans. Her friendship with him was a secret because of his not so clean record and bad reputation. Her dad knew exactly who Sam Evans was and what he was all about. He had been one of the officers to arrest him on one or more of his many occasions of being in trouble. He expressed to her a various amount of times his dislike for him, and that punks like him are the reason why he joined the force in the first place. Her father would kill her and him if he knew she even conversed with someone like Sam. He was older, but only by two and a half years. She was 17 and he was almost twenty. She doubted he would even allow them to be friends if she told him that she would most likely be dead if it wasn't for Sam. She didn't understand why everyone viewed Sam as such a bad person, well maybe she did, but he wasn't like that when he was with her, sometimes.

If you asked Mercedes to describe Sam she would most likely tell you that he was like the weather. Sometimes when dealing with Sam, it was like you walked outside and the sun would be shining bright, warm, against your skin. The sky is a variety of colors, welcoming and peaceful. The wind allows a cool breeze to wash over you and it feels like nothing could go wrong that day because of it. Mercedes seen more days of that Sam than anyone because he only allowed her to see it. Other times Sam could be like a storm. Days where the sky is dark, black, angry, and yells at you. The wind is so cold, bitter, and harsh that it pierces your skin. The rain so heavy and unyielding, that it leaves you feeling empty and numb on the inside. That was the Sam that everyone saw, most of the time, even Mercedes, and she hated and loved that Sam equally.

December

"Benz if you don't hurry up and pick out a dress for fucks sake I'm going to lose it!" Sam sniped as he watched Mercedes come out of a dressing room for the fifteenth time. He hated shopping with her. She was so indecisive when it came to picking out clothes but he didn't trust her going to the mall by herself. There were weirdoes and creeps that he knew hung out at the mall and Mercedes was gullible as can be.

"Excuse you, young man," one of the store clerks said appalled by Sam's language. She gave Sam a look that said he should have been ashamed.

"Mind your business; this ain't got anything to do with your old..." Sam started but was cut off by Mercedes.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," she apologized to the clerk.

"What are you apologizing for, I'm the one that curse and she got all uppity like I wished death on her dog."

"I was apologizing for my rude friend and his behavior." She said giving the clerk a smile. She pulled Sam into the dressing room with her. "I can't take you anywhere I swear." She snarled once they were inside.

"She shouldn't have been all up in my face." He said as he set in the chair inside the small room. "Hurry up, I'm hungry and I need to smoke."

"Fine, I don't like the way any of these dresses fit me anyway." She reached behind her to unzip the pink disaster she was wearing and it got stuck not even halfway down. "Could you help me?"

Sam stood and moved behind her. The two of them facing the mirror, he watched as she gathered all of her hair and moved it to the side of her left shoulder so he could access the zipper easily. Instead of going for the zipper, Sam ran his finger lightly from the bottom of her ear, down her neck, and across her exposed shoulder. Mercedes closed her eyes at his touch, and he stepped closer pressing himself into her. His fingers repeated the pattern but this time soft wet kisses followed, causing Mercedes to shudder. She placed her hand against the mirror to brace herself as Sam continued to assault her skin with his tongue.

This sort of thing wasn't out of the ordinary to them. They would always get caught up in a moment. At first it started out as innocent kisses. Then gradually turned into steamier kisses, then touches and getting each other off with their hands. After a while tongues and mouths were added in the mix, but it never went past that. Sam wouldn't let it. Mercedes was a virgin and he planned on keeping her that way when it came to him. A minute or two had passed and the dress had been off and thrown in the corner and Sam had Mercedes pressed against the wall while his fingers found their way into her underwear. She was swirling her ass into his front and he had two fingers buried deep inside her.

"Sam..." Mercedes hissed. "We have to stop."

"Why?" He asked pumping faster. He bit the shell of her ear and it caused her to jerk in his arms. "You know you don't want me to."

"Please." He heard her beg.

"Please what?" Before she could answer there was a knock on the dressing room door.

"There is only one person allowed in the dressing room at a time." They heard the clerk from earlier say through the door. Sam wanted to yell for her to fuck off and Mercedes must have known it, because she used her hand to cover his mouth.

"We'll be right out." She answered and pulled away from Sam grabbing her clothes. Sam sucked the two fingers he had inside her in his mouth clean and left the dressing room.

She finished getting dressed and walked out of the dressing room to see Sam outside the store, talking to some chick. She shook her head, he was such an ass. He always went straight back to friend mode after they did something people that were just friends didn't do. She hated him when he was like that but she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the way he made her feel when they did it. She thanked the clerk and walked out straight pass Sam and the bimbo who was throwing herself at him. She acted like it didn't faze her as she went to the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked coming up behind her.

"Nothing Sam," She responded pushing the button again. She was beyond annoyed. She didn't like him when he acted oblivious to her feelings. She folded her arms in front of her and stormed in the elevator when the doors opened.

"So I guess you're pissed at me now?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're being childish and selfish, you know how this works, Mercedes." He ran his hand through his hair. "Stop acting new."

"Fuck. You." Mercedes spat and slid back out the doors before they shut closed leaving Sam in the elevator.

"Fuck!" Sam kicked the door of the elevator in frustration. He knew she was pissed. He hated when they fought, especially about what type of relationship they had. He knew about Mercedes' feelings for him and he had some for her as well, but he would never act on them. He couldn't. She was too good for him and he would only screw things up. Mercedes had her whole life ahead of her. She was a straight A student, she did volunteer work for the community, and she had a plethora of offers from colleges all around the country. She was the prime example of what a perfect child should be and Sam just couldn't fuck that up. He loved her. She was probably the only girl he could say that about. She made him feel things that he didn't want to feel and he hated her effect on him. She was the one good thing that he had in this fucked up ordeal that he called life and he didn't want to ruin that by thinking with his dick.

When Sam made it to the parking lot her car was gone from the space she had parked in when they arrived. Yeah, she was really mad. Sam dialed her number to try to call her and he heard a loud horn behind him before he pressed call. He didn't have to turn around to know it was her. He put his phone back in his pocket and got into her car. They didn't speak the whole way to Sam's house. She blasted her music and sang loudly to make sure of it. When she pulled up to his house he got out and closed the door without saying goodbye. She sped off before he stepped away from the car.

Sam walked into the house of his aunt and saw her husband Will drinking a beer and watching TV. He didn't speak to him and vice versa as he made his way to his room. They didn't talk, not at all. They could sit at a dinner table every night and not say one word unless one of them was talking to his aunt Terri or to make some underhanded remark about one another. Sam slammed the door to his room and pulled out a cigarette. His little bout with Mercedes was going to bug him until he fixed it. His phone beeped signaling that he had a text and he hoped it would be Mercedes but saw it was from Quinn instead.

Quinn: Hey. Busy?

Sam: Not really, why?

Quinn: Horny, parents are gone. You should come over.

Sam: Not in the mood.

Quinn: I'll make it worth your time.

Sam: Not today, got something on my mind.

Quinn: U R kidding rite?

Sam: Nope.

Quinn: Stop being a drama queen and come fuck me.

Sam: I said no Que, stop being a thirsty hoe and jump off my dick.

Sam shut his phone off and put it on the dresser beside him. He took a drag of the cigarette and rested his head on his pillow as he stared at the ceiling. Quinn would have to wait. Sure she was a decent lay and even better at giving head, but right now he only had one thing on his mind and that was how he was going to fix things with Mercedes.

Mercedes didn't even know why she bothered. She didn't know why she bothered with Sam, and she didn't know why she bothered with her father. First, she was fighting with Sam. She hadn't spoken to him since she left him at the elevator even though she still gave him a ride home. Now, she was sitting alone at the dinner table with a meal she spent three hours preparing for her father, just so he could call and say he was spending the night over at Roz's house. Roz was her father's assistant and fiancé. Mercedes couldn't stand that blond, fake teeth heifer. She didn't trust her and she knew she was only with her father for his position of power. She fixed her a plate and ate silently in the kitchen and wrapped the leftovers and put them up. After she cried in the shower and did her nightly routine, Mercedes dressed for bed and decided to call it a night. She wasn't even in the bed a good hour when she heard a knock on her window. She rolled her eyes as she tried to ignore it. She turned on her side, facing the wall and seconds later there was another knock.

"Go away Sam!" She said loud enough for him to hear her.

"Open the window Benz! I'm sorry!" He said through the thick glass.

Without turning around, Mercedes flipped Sam the bird in the air.

"I'll start singing. You don't want me to start singing." She didn't budge.

Mercedes bit her lip to keep from smiling as she heard Sam sing the opening notes of Hero. When she didn't respond he got louder and louder. She jumped up out of the bed and rushed to the window to hush him before her nosy ass neighbor came outside.

"You're such an idiot!" She fussed at him as she pulled him inside.

"I'm sorry Benz, I had to get you to let me in somehow." He stepped inside and shut the window, locking it behind him.

"Whatever, I'm still pissed at you." She said getting back into bed.

"Your father staying over at Roz's again?" He asked removing his jacket.

"Yep." She was facing the wall again.

Sam took off his shoes, shirt, and pants. He slid in behind Mercedes in bed. She turned slightly towards him. "I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to be such an ass to you." He said hovering over her.

"Yes you did. You can't help it." She said. "But I guess I forgive you for now." Sam lowered his lips onto hers and kissed her. He knew all wasn't forgiven but he would take what he could get for right now. Mercedes returned the kiss, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She hated how easy it was for her to forgive Sam. Any other guy and they would have been written off forever, but it was something about Sam Evans that she couldn't shake, no matter how hard she tried. He was embedded in her soul, and she needed to find a way to rid herself of him before he really hurt her.

AN: So what do you think Yay or Nay should I continue or leave it as a one shot? Let me know in a review. If it seems like a lot of people enjoyed it I will continue. If I decide to continue I will explore more of Mercedes family and her relationship with her uncles and father. Plus I have this idea to do flashbacks in chapters so that you get to see some of how their friendship developed over the years and what kinda of trouble Sam has gotten into. Till next time tdminor86

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