Uh man, guys, ever since I started writing, I just can't put a lid on it! I have ideas that just pop into my head, and I need to chill out! (Actually this idea has been bouncing in my head even before Everything Changes, but anyways I bring this fic! Let me know what you think, subscribe and comment, thanks! Oh, and forgive any errors!

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"What the hell do you mean, boob job?" Mercedes asked Santana. They were sitting on Santana's bed flipping through magazines.

"Yeah, well, I don't know. Seemed to have worked out for everyone else." She replied, closing her Seventeen magazine.

"What worked out, exactly?" Mercedes asked.

"I don't know, they get noticed more… look at what happened after Hilary Duff got hers, and Lindsay Lohan-well, before she thought she was fat and became anorexic-but thats not the point. Point is, Mercy, if you want someone to notice you, you've got to do something about it." She shrugged.

"San, you're on the cheerios, you're one of the most popular and respected girls I know at McKinley… why would you need that?" Mercedes asked.

Truth was Santana was respected, feared really, but that would work for her too. She was popular, and she knew she didn't lack in the looks department. Like when she went to the mall, Santana would turn quite a few heads, but that didn't mean anything to her, because the one person who's head she wanted to turn would not give her that time of day. She looked over at Mercedes who was just looking at her expectantly.

"I don't know. Is it a completely crazy idea?" She asked unsure. She really wanted to hear the answer, she needed to. It was two months into their summer vacation, and in a month they would return as juniors, so that meant that she had to get it soon. Lucky for her, daddy already agreed to it. In fact, they already had what they wanted to do drawn and x-rayed, but if the one person she felt herself caring for openly told her not to do it, then she'd drop it in a heart beat.

"Yes, San, an extremely crazy idea." Santana huffed a breath.

"But why?" She knew she was being bratty, but she didn't care.

"Because, there are risks. Then theres the fact you're already so beautiful. And you're smart, why would you take anything away from that? Now, I'm not saying getting a boob job is going to make you dumb, thats crazy, but when people see you, they won't see the same Santana I do, they'll just see the sex shark, and I know thats not what you want to be known as every time someone looks at you." Mercedes sighed, "Hey if someone wants it, thats cool, its their body, they have their reasons. But as your best friend, Santana, I know you, and I know how you are. Sure you have extensions, and sometimes wear falsies, but thats not permanent. You're not the permanent kind of gal."

Santana's heart fluttered at her compliments, but remained poker-faced and nodded, she was right. She wasn't a permanent girl, but somehow she knew that her feelings for her best friend would be forever.

"Why don't you think about it, okay?" Mercedes patted her back, and Santana flipped over so her back was on the bed. Mercedes followed her actions.

"I have been, kind of thinking about it." She admitted softly.

"Well, if thats what you want, my dear, I'd say go for it. I can't stop you from doing what you need so you can feel good about yourself." Yes, you can, Santana thought, "But I'm just telling you that I don't think you need it."

"Thanks, 'Cede." They laid there a few moments before Mercedes spoke up.

"Speaking of, I heard Puck wants to hook up with you sometime, huh?" Santana could hear her prodding. She knew Mercedes had a soft spot for Puck, even if the bastard used her last year. But thats the thing about Mercedes, she never held grudges.

"Yep, and not gonna happen."

"What?" The diva propped herself up on one arm and faced her, "Why not?"

"Not interested." She shrugged.

"And you complain you don't have attention…" Mercedes sassed.

"I don't…" She looked at her.

"If you don't have attention, Santana, then I must be dead. See me turning heads anywhere?" She asked

Santana looked at her incredulously, was she blind?! Guys looked at her all the time… not to mention, Santana herself.

"Yes, I just asked that question." Mercedes replied to her expression, and laid back down. It was Santana's turn to prop herself up.

"Yes." She said simply. And Mercedes snorted.

"What?" Mercedes asked

"You heard me: Yes." Mercedes just looked at Santana like 'right.'

Santana was about to say something when Mercedes' phone rang. Santana just watched as her best friend paced back and forth.

"Hello?… Oh, okay mom… yeah… see you in a bit… love you." She turned to Santana.

"Sorry, San. Curfew." She rolled her eyes.

"No need to apologize, let me walk you out." After collecting all of Mercedes crap, they headed down the stairs.

"Ah shit," Mercedes said, "I'm such a dimwit. I forgot my keys upstairs, hang on." Santana chuckled.

"Smooth one," Mercedes just stuck her tongue, and Santana's eyes followed her up the stairs. She felt herself smirking. Could you blame her, I mean, DAT ASS!

Once Mercedes was out of sight, Santana looked down at the mini basket she held in her hands for the nail polish. She had to smirk a little at that, Mercedes was so girly, it was adorable.

It was a week into school when Santana sensed everything changed.

"Okay guys, I want you to meet our newest member, Sam Evans!" Mr. Shue announced, and right on queue a tall, blonde kid ran in. Santana rolled her eyes and went back to filing her nails.

"Hey guys, I'm Sam, Sam I am. And I don't like green eggs and ham." Sam greeted.

"Oh wow, he has no game." Santana remarked, looking up from filing her nails long enough to eye him. She watched as his smile faltered.

"Santana…" She heard Mercedes say, and the latina just shrugged.

"Just saying."

"Well, don't." She warned.

Santana looked from Mercedes to Sam, and she had to double-take at the boy. He was smiling at her 'Cedes. Oh hell to the no! Santana cleared her throat to get his attention, and when Sam looked back at Santana and lost his smile altogether. She felt snix at the surface, and she didn't regret it. Bitch better back the fuck up.

The glee club seemed cool. Definitely a nice mix of people there. Except for maybe that Santana chick. The teacher, who Sam remembered as Mr. Shue, said that they were doing duets in glee club for the next two weeks, which naturally made him nervous, since he didn't know anyone.

Sam was at his locker when he heard someone stop behind him.

"Sorry about Tana, she can be very… opinionated." He turned noticed it was the short, chocolate skinned girl that spoke up for him in glee earlier.

"Yeah, she seems nice." The blonde smiled at her.

"Not really." She replied and scrunched up her nose. He just laughed. "But lets just keep that between you and I." The girl whispered.

"Deal."

"Actually, Kurt, Santana, and Quinn are at the Lima Bean right now, wanna come with?" She motioned to the main door. Sam thought about it for a second.

"Yeah, sure. I mean, why not? I should get to know everyone, why not do it when 'Kick Ass…' Whats your name again?" Sam asked. He actually didn't get her name earlier.

"Mercedes." She replied.

"When 'Kick Ass Mercedes' is there to whip everyone in shape if they insult me?" Mercedes laughed.

"Exactly. So do you have a car, or do you need a ride?"

"Actually, my dad's car is broken right now, so he had to use mine." Ugh, why did he have to be so lame? He hated not having a car! Especially in times like these when he didn't want to look like a loser asking the pretty girl for a ride. He'd give her all the rides she wanted to make it up to her once his car was back in his possession.

"Aw, hope its nothing too bad." Mercedes said, "Okay, you'll ride with me!" She grabbed his arm before he could protest.

"Sure thing, ma'am." Sam replied, quickly shutting his locker and she chuckled.

"Mercedes!" Everyone was happy to see her when she walked in. Well, almost everyone, Santana was glaring the hell out of Sam.

"Hey everyone… Santana…" Mercedes responded. The girl looked away from Sam then smiled at Mercedes.

"I saved you a seat on the booth, I know how much you hate your back facing people. Had to practically threaten Lady Lips, and Goldie-locks, but its all yours." Sam watched as Santana moved in, and Mercedes sat down.

"Thanks Santana." She said, as she took in her two friends sitting in chairs on the other side of the table.

Sam just stood there awkwardly for a second.

"Oh, sorry green eggs, looks as though theres not any room for you." Santana faked concern.

"Of course there is, don't be ridiculous Snix. Sam, why don't you grab a chair from that table." She pointed to the empty table behind him. He wondered who Snix was, and figured it was just a nickname

Sam noticed Mercedes and Santana speaking in hushed tones, but once he sat they straightened up. Santana was the first to speak.

"So where are you from big-" He saw that Mercedes nudged her, "… Sam?" She feigned happiness.

"Tennessee… my dad moved here because he got a huge break with the construction company he works for. Sucks to be away, but the pay is better." Sam looked at Mercedes who just smiled at him.

"Have you lived there your whole life?" The blonde girl, who he guessed her name was Quinn, asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, so we have a southern boy in our midst." Kurt, Sam assumed was his name, perked, "Howdy!" He dipped a pretend hat. Sam had to laugh, and he saw the boy's eyes light up.

"Howdy!" He replied, and everyone else laughed. Well, everyone that was friendly laughed.

"So, are things different here from back home?" Mercedes asked sweetly, whilst resting her cheek on her joined hands. He watched as Santana did a double-take at her with a flabbergasted expression. What the hell was this chick's problem? Sam was raised better than to disrespect someone, especially a lady, but her attitude was becoming fucking annoying.

"Extremely," He smirked, and leaned closer to her. "Like the food up here… has nothing on the south." Sam winked.

"Oh really, now? You obviously haven't tasted my momma's food." Mercedes chuckled.

"No seriously, Momma Jones' cooking… mmm…" Everyone looked to Quinn who had her hand on her tummy. "Please don't mention it when we're about to partake in some coffee shop pastry, it'll make me disappointed, and it'll make me sad that I can't have any. Everything pales in comparison to Momma Jones' cooking." She pouted. To Sam's surprise Kurt had the same look in his eyes as Quinn's, and Santana laughed.

"True," Santana agreed with a sweet smile that was directed at Mercedes. Sam rose his eyebrows, not just at Quinn's statement, but the slightly soft way Santana looked at Mercedes. And also the fact that everyone was pretty much praising 'Momma Jones'.

"We'll have to see about that." He said slowly.

"If you're lucky, maybe." Santana snapped, and Mercedes looked at her incredulously.

"You know what? I need to get home." Mercedes started to get up, Sam was shocked, they hadn't even ordered coffee yet! Why was she leaving?

"Sam?" She turned toward him and he looked up to her,

"Huh?"

"Would you like to stay here, or, you want me to take you home?" She asked

"Um…" Sam looked around, and saw everyone looking as shocked as he felt. Santana just looked bummed. "Can you give me a ride home?"

"Yep, lets go." She looked at Quinn and Kurt who seemed upset, "I'll call you guys later." And with that, Mercedes left.

Sam shot up and quickly put the chair back, he mumbled his goodbyes, and had to jog to catch up with Mercedes. Gosh dangit! Those short legs sure did move quickly. By the time he caught up with her, they were already by the car. Without a bit of hesitation, he ran to her side of the door and opened it for her. Sam knew she was upset, and didn't want things to be awkward.

"Thanks," Mercedes mumbled and offered a shy smile.

"No problem."

After he got in, she pulled out. Sam looked at her, and her eyes were welling.

"Where to?"

After he gave her directions, and she nodded her understanding, he continued to stare at her water-filled eyes.

"Mer-"

"I am so so sorry, Sam." She started.

"For what? You didn't do any-"

"For her! For the attitude she's been having! I mean, I was kidding by the lockers when I said she wasn't very nice, well, sort of, but I didn't think she would prove my words right like that! She usually insulted people, but she was never that mean." She shook her head.

"Its okay." He stated simply "You don't have to apologize for that. Besides, despite everything, Kurt and Quinn seemed nice."

"They also seem very attracted to you." She looked at him and winked.

That shocked the hell out of him. Why hadn't Sam noticed? Then Sam felt his face become red because he realized he'd been looking at her almost the whole time… when he wasn't looking at her evil best friend giving him death glares.

"You're so blushing! Oh my gosh, so you have noticed? Its Quinn, isn't it? I mean, she is really pretty. Kurt's good looking too, if you're into boys?" Mercedes wondered. Sam wasn't offended though, maybe because things like that didn't bother him. Maybe because she didn't ask in a menacing way.

"No, I definitely like girls," He stated simply, "And I guess she's alright." Sam answered thoughtfully.

"What? Quinn's gorgeous!" Mercedes exclaimed in an incredulous way, it made him raise an eyebrow. And for a second he thought Mercedes and Santana could be together.

"Are you into girls?" Sam suddenly asked. The filter between his brain and mouth seemed to have disappeared. But it was out, and he didn't know if he wanted to know the answer. She seemed really cool, it would be a bummer if she played for the opposite team.

"No, I definitely like guys." Mercedes answered, "But that doesn't mean I can't notice how pretty she is, or that every other guy looks at her." She shrugged. He believed her when she said that she wasn't gay. He was relieved actually.

"Hmm… I guess, but I don't really know her, so-"

"You mean to tell me personality means more to you than looks?" The short girl teased.

"Don't you?" Sam quickly countered.

"Well, of course I do. But just because I think that way, doesn't mean everyone else does, too." She gave him side-eye, and he chuckled.

"Guess people think differently here." He said.

"Or just people in general, but I guess so. People here, they only go for looks, popularity. Things that truly matter come in second." Mercedes said solemnly.

He couldn't shake the feeling that there was a double-meaning behind her words. But he couldn't figure out why. Mercedes was super pretty, and she had a great personality, so why was she upset? Maybe she felt for someone that didn't feel the same? What an ass, he didn't even know the guy, or if his accusation was even true, but 'He' was considered an ass in Sam's book.

"Only to people who are superficial." Sam countered again. "Do I look superficial to you?" He rose his arms and motioned to himself. Sam knew it was the wrong question and by the look she was shooting his way, he knew she was judging him.

"What?" Sam asked defensively.

"Well Sam, no offense, but yeah." Mercedes looked at his hurt face, "But I know you're not!" She said quickly, as to not offend him, "I mean, you seem to have a great personality, but at first glance…" He pouted, "Give me a chance to explain, will you?"

Sam nodded, "Okay, but watch what you say, because if you embarrass me with your deepest thoughts, I might just volunteer my tuck and roll." She laughed.

"No, Sam you're… pretty." He gave her a look, "Oh don't look at me like that you know you're-" Mercedes motioned to his toned body and he raised his eyebrows. "You're hot, okay? You're tall, have muscles that most guys in this school would kill for. You have green eyes, nice skin, you have nice luscious locks." She ran her hand through her hair, and flipped it, he chuckled, "So because of those, erm, qualities, a lot of people would assume you'd be after popularity, and many may think they're right in their justifications with that lettermen jacket you're sporting right now." Mercedes bit her lip.

"Mercedes, I may be pretty, but I'm not dumb. Or superficial." Sam stated simply. Ignoring the excitement in the fact she thought he was hot. I mean, c'mon, whenever anyone calls you hot, its flattering. But thats not all he wanted her, or anyone for that matter, to see.

"I know that now."

"Good. I mean, I'm not the smartest person, but I know what matters, okay?" Sam asked to make sure Mercedes understood.

"Okay, now quit smoldering me!" She giggled.

"Sorry, just wanted to make sure you understood." He grinned.

"Crystally understood." Mercedes lightly responded as they reached his driveway.

"See you later?" Sam asked as he got out.

"Yep." He went to close the door, but quickly opened it wide again so he can poke his head back in.

"Oh, and thank you Mercedes, for the ride, introducing me to some nice people, and the little talk." Sam flashed a half smile to her.

"You're welcome, and sorry again for Santana, and the judgement." Mercedes worriedly bit her lip, much like before.

"Eh, it wasn't your fault, and as for the second apology, don't. You were being honest. I appreciate that, its hard to find someone who's honest." He explained.

"Santana can be honest-"

"She's blunt, but if they say its the same thing, I'll just say, 'you're someone who's nice about being honest'." He winked.

"Right, see you tomorrow!" She chuckled and he closed the door.

Santana hated Sam Macaulay Culkin. She hated his blonde hair, green eyes, his huge ass mouth. She hated the way he looked at Mercedes, and pretty much ONLY Mercedes at the Lima Bean. But more than that, she hated the subtle interest everyone seemed to have for him at the table. But even MORE than that, Santana hated the subtle interest she saw from Mercedes.

If she were being honest, she knew she was just being selfish (and maybe jealous), but she couldn't help it! Sam was a boy! He had that advantage! But today she knew she fucked up big time. Mercedes took off really quick, and if she still had doubts at the fact that she fucked up, the 10 missed calls Mercedes currently had on her phone from Santana would cover any and all doubts. She sat at the edge of the queen-sized bed, with the phone in her hands on her lap.

"Shhhhhhhhhhiiiit." She whispered.