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This is my last prompt! It’s all Dualing Hearts and Weaving Eternity from here :)

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Mercedes watched the tiny screen as Bryce’s stunt-double, Sam, came bursting through the flames on a motorcycle. She’d had them play it back a few times, but only because she really couldn’t get over how badass he looked.

“Methinks someone has a crush,” Bryce chided from the next chair, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Methinks someone should shush,” she shot back with a smirk.

Of course she had a crush. She and Sam had been flirting since the first day they met, once the director realized superstar Bryce McCall was incapable of doing his own stunts because of phobias the public didn’t know about yet. Mercedes wondered how he even left his house sometimes.

“Ooh, there he is. Go get him, tigress,” her romantic lead said, turning to where Sam was standing at a table near the back of the warehouse, removing the leather jacket to hand off to wardrobe.

“I’m not just going to go over there—okay, I am.” Mercedes got up from the chair and quickly walked over to the blond, who was still made-up to look like he’d been in a scuffle. She wanted to pull his hair…

“Hi!” Sam exclaimed cheerily as she approached, placing the jacket on the table.

“Hey,” she smiled. “Why aren’t you acting?” Mercedes asked out-of-the-blue. “You’ve got the looks for it. I’m sure you’d have all kinds of fangirls…and fanboys.”

He shook his head, pulling off his shirt. “I’m not much of an actor.”

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PART ONE

Mercedes chickened out. She couldn’t call him. She was also kind of a liar because Tina thought they’d been trading phone calls for months now, even though it was based on an assumption made from deliberate omission.

“How’s Sam doing?” she would occasionally ask teasingly.

Mercedes always said some variation of “good” or “fine.” As far as she knew, he was. There were no nasty stories about him in the news.

Then one day, Tina rushed into the house saying that she’d gotten a phone call from a famous make-up artist in Los Angeles who wanted to meet her after hearing about her from Ashton—the stylist she’d chatted up at Mercedes’ apartment before the date. If it went well, Tina had the opportunity to begin a career painting celebrities for much more than she was making in Ohio.

“Come with me!” Tina had demanded excitedly.

“Tina, I don’t know…”

“You don’t know? It’s L.A! You might be able to see Sam in the flesh. Jet just finished filming!”

“Uhhh—”

“And I already have your ticket so you’re going,” Tina added quickly.

That settled that. Two days before their flight out of Cleveland, Mercedes locked herself in her bedroom and pulled Sam’s number from its hiding place beneath the lamp next to her bed. She stared at it for a while.

“Hit me up if you’re ever in California. Or just because.” It said.

She stared at it for a long while. Mercedes hadn’t wanted to call too soon and seem too eager, but the longer she waited, the more she convinced herself that he’d forgotten about her. And if he hadn’t, he would, and it wouldn’t be a big deal. Sam was always surrounded by people, rich and glamorous people. She was just a woman in Cleveland—a fabulous woman in Cleveland—but in the grand scheme of things, a nobody.

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“Mercedes, I think this time Rachel would be better suited for the solo,” Mr. Schue said, earning a groan from just about everyone in the room whose last name wasn’t Hudson.

“Just like every other solo?” Mercedes immediately snapped, complete with neck roll.

Rachel started to protest, “Mercedes, I—” and was met with a raised open palm, shutting her out.

“Don’t even, Berry. You don’t have a say.”

“Mercedes, that’s not fair,” the glee club director said, no doubt about to try and fail to be the voice of reason when he was partly to blame for glee club becoming the Rachel Berry Variety Hour (with occasional guest star, Finn).

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