A/N: So, I had this chapter half written up, but I lost the paper so now I'm just gonna wing it. Now I know it's been almost a month but hopefully I will be able to update more frequently now; maybe a new chapter each week? Idk. But this prompt is from Panicked Karma: It's the firsttime Sam is meeting Mercedes' family and her brother does a "Godfather" typedeal and is trying to scare Sam(but not so much so that its stupid) and aftera while wants to test and see how deep Sam's feelings are and goes into theracist department and ends up making Sam mad and Sam defends himself,Mercedes, and their relationship and then gets a thumbs up from her brother.

I love it! Lol. Hope everyone likes it! And if you're here because of foraworldundeserving, let me know in a review :) She gave me a shout-out in her A/N for Kiss, the Klaine (Kurt/Blaine) prompt story that I got the idea from lol. Go read it! :D I don't own Glee :(

"Hey, Sam?" Mercedes asked, walking up to her boyfriend's locker.

He shut the door. "Yeah, Mercy?" He put his arm around her shoulders.

She smiled, but it faded. "Uh, my family wants to meet you."

Sam smiled at her. "Okay, no problem. Right?"

"Uh, yeah… There is a problem… My brother is home from college."

His face paled. "Oh… That is a problem…"

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, Sam. I'll be there, okay? It's tomorrow night at 6. I'll pick you up, alright?"

Sam nodded. "Y- yeah. Sure. Thanks…"

The next evening as they parked, Sam held on to the door handle as if his life depended on it. "Sam?"

"I can't do this."

Mercedes' eyes widened. "Oh, yes you can, white boy. It's just my brother. You'll do great."

He didn't relax his grip, but he looked at his girlfriend. "He's gonna kill me. Your brother, is going to kill me, Merc."

"No he won't, Sam, but if you get in there now, he might go a little easier on you," she reasoned.

He took two deep breaths. "Okay. Let's do this!"

They stepped inside her house and Mercedes called out, "Mom! Dad! Michael! We're here!"

A man who appeared to be Mercedes' brother stepped out of the den. "Hi. I'm Michael. You must be Sam?"

Sam nodded. "U-um, yeah, that'd be me."

Michael held out his hand. Sam shook it. "Let's go out on the deck; I want to talk to you."

"Uh, okay, sure." Michael turned to lead Sam to the deck out back.

"I told you he wasn't so bad," Mercedes whispered to him. "Just stay calm, and be nice, okay?"

"Okay," Sam agreed and followed Michael.

The door closed behind them.

"So," Michael said. "You like my sister?"

Sam nodded. "Uh, yeah. I, um, I like her a lot."

"Even though she's black?" Michael asked.

"Uh, excuse me?"

"You like my sister even though she's black?"

"Um, yes? What kind of a question is that?"

Michael shrugged. "Most white boys don't like black girls."

"And that automatically means that I don't?" Sam asked, his voice raising.

"Well," Michael trailed off.

"Listen here, Michael," he spat. "I don't care the race of any girl. If I like a girl, I like her. Yes, I've dated a white girl. But what point is that? I'm currently dating a black girl, and I don't care a girl's race when I'm in love with her!" Sam screamed.

Michael smirked. "Good."

Sam coughed. "Um, what? What's good?"

"The fact that you can so easily stand up for my sister, and the fact that you are in love with her. I'm just guessing that you haven't told her that yet?" Sam shook his head. "Well tell her soon. Tonight would be best."

Sam nodded. "I, um, I thought you hated me?"

Michael laughed. "Hated you? Well you're my baby sister's boyfriend; it's my job to scare you!"


He laughed again. "You were seriously scared outta your mind, weren't ya, white boy?" Sam blushed and looked down, nodding slightly. "Don't worry; I couldn't hurt anyone that my sister cared about so much."

Sam smiled. "Thanks, man."

"Don't get me wrong," he said immediately, a serious look on his face. "You ever hurt her, I will go after you. Ya here me?"

Sam nodded, a frightened expression taking over. "Y-y-yes, sir," he stuttered.

Michael laughed. "Come on, man, let's go inside before you pee yourself."

Inside again, Michael led Sam to the dining room, but Sam stopped him in the hall. "Hey, Michael," he started. "I, um, how do you think I should, uh, tell her?"

Michael smiled. "At any time tonight," he replied.

Sam nodded. "Thanks."

"No problem, Sammy Boy," he said, and they walked into the dining room.

Sam sat next to Mercedes, while Mr. Jones and Michael sat at the heads of the table. Mr. Jones stood up to shake hands with Sam. "Nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Mr. Jones, but you can call me Brian if you'd like."

"Um, nice to meet you, but I think I'll stick with Mr. Jones," Sam replied, smiling.

Brian smiled back as his wife entered the room, holding the salad bowl. "Hello, you must be Sam. You may call me Angie, though."

"He likes to be proper, Ang," Brian told her, smiling at Sam. "Mercy's found herself a gentleman."

Mercedes blushed. "Daddy," she whined.

"Sorry, sorry," he laughed. "Now, let's get started dinner, huh? Sam, would you like to say the blessing?"

"Sure; um, 'Cedes never told me what religion you were; I'm Catholic, so is it alright if I say the blessing that my family says?"

"Yes, Sam, of course. It's no problem. We're non-denominational, by the way."

"Oh, um, okay. Uh, Bless Us, Oh Lord," he started praying as everyone joined hands and bowed heads.

After dinner, Brian, Angie, and Michael went to clean up the kitchen, sending Sam and Mercedes to the back porch. "We can take care of it," Angie had said. "You two kids go have fun."

Sam and Mercedes sat down on the porch swing. Mercedes cuddled into Sam's side, under his arm. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked him.

He pulled her closer. "No, it actually wasn't," he said. "And, your brother gave me some fairly good advice."

"And what would that be?"

He took his arm from around her, turning his body to face her. He grabbed both her hands. "Mercedes, I-"

She cut him off by kissing his cheek. When she pulled back, she laughed at the surprised expression on his face. "Sam, I love you, too."

"Wha-? How-?"

She smiled at him, blushing. "You sorta yelled that you loved me at Michael."

"Oh," he blushed. "Yeah, I kinda… I guess I wanted to say that first, to you directly?"

"Okay, then go ahead; I haven't said anything yet."

He blushed a darker red. "Okay then… Um, Mercedes, I, uh, I love you."

Mercedes smiled at him. "I love you, too, white boy," she replied.

He put his arms around her waist. "I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered. She nodded. He pressed his lips to hers. After a few moments, they broke apart. "Wow," he said. "I am… so… in love with you, Mercedes Jones."

"As am I, with you, Sam Evans."

A/N: What do you all think? Personally I like it, but I came up w/ the Jones family's names besides 'Cedes, as well as Sam's and The Jones' religions. They never said Sam's, while all I remember about Mercedes is that she's a Christian. Sorry if I messed it up at all! Please review :)