Mercedes sighed ready to give up finding her keys in the mess of a purse she carried. She kicked the door angrily and swore as he purse fell spilling the contents all over the floor. As she bent down to pick up her fallen items tears welled in her eyes. Would today never end? Would she be stuck reliving the worse day of her life over and over until it drove her insane.

Her phone vibrated and she knew it was another text sent from Brian she just didn't care to read it. Replaying their conversation in her head she came to the conclusion that life was not fair. Brian had been her on again off again longtime boyfriend. He was everything she thought she wanted and felt blessed that he chose her to spend the rest of her life with. Or so she thought.

When she entered his apartment after work this afternoon she was optimistic about their wedding plans. That was until he pushed the wedding back from six months to a year. When she asked why he held her hand and preceded to tell her she needed to time to lose weight.

Shocked and pissed she gave him and inquisitive look. He smiled saying how he loved her but he knew she could be healthier because when she was younger she was smaller. She didn't know what to do or say so she laughed at him. He stood angrily demanding that she take him seriously. He told her that while she was his cinnamon latte (the nickname he gave her for her skin complexion) she needed to firm up and slim down before he would be caught dead being seen with her in wedding photos. Mercedes wiped her face still feeling the sting on her hand from the slap that radiated across his face.

She was in deep thought as someone cleared their throat. She looked up to the one who invaded her pity party and found herself staring into a pair of hypnotic green eyes. She felt confused as she had never seen the owner of those eyes in her apartment building before. She slowly pulled her eyes away glancing at the owner and smiling inside at how handsome he was. With short blonde hair and big pink lips he was cute. Too bad her attitude would never let her admit that she found any man cute. They were all asses as far as she was concerned.

He bent down to her handing her a pack of tissues from his pocket.

"Are you ok?"

She looked at him lifting her eye brows at him. She wiped her eyes sadly and looked away from him. He sat down next to her and crossed his long legs over each other.

"I know I just realized that was a loaded question of course you aren't ok. You don't just sit outside and cry when you have a nice quiet apartment to cry into. So are you locked out?"

She continued to stare away from him feeling confused at why he would be talking to her.

"I'm Sam I just moved in across the hall but my friends call me white chocolate."

Mercedes couldn't hold her laugh inside. She looked at him and sighed. "Mercedes."

She said sadly.

"Nice to meet you. So is this a common occurrence?"

She looked at him then looked away. He continued. "I'm asking because I am a gentleman and I can never walk past a damsel in distress and not want to help her."

"Trust me this is not me. It's just been a really bad day and I'm sorry you felt compelled to help me."

She stood gathering the last of her fallen items and turned towards the door.

"Thank you for the concern I'm ok."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked standing.

Mercedes was finding him irresistible. He was so sweet and charming and his southern accent was doing something to her. She gave a weak smile.

"I'm ok. It was nice talking to you. See you around."

She turned towards the door realizing that she still didn't know where her keys were. Sam bent down seeing them on the floor and grabbed them.

"Looking for these?"

She found it hard not to find this man charming. She took them from him and opened her door.

"Thank you."

"You are very welcome." He said running his hands through his hair then stuffing them into his pocket. "See you around."

She nodded in agreement and shut the door as she entered her apartment. She leaned against the door and sighed heavily. As angry as she was at Brian she couldn't help but smile at the sweetness if Sam. He was different than she knew.

Mercedes walked over to her couch and plopped down. Her phone rang and glanced at it. Finally it was no longer Brian but Santana her best friend.

"Hello."

"Hey girl! So why did Brian call me talking about you threw his ring back into his face after you slapped him."

"Because I did. Do you know what that fool said to me?"

"He said he was just being honest and you couldn't take it."

"He told me that he needed me to lost weight. That there was no way he was taking wedding pictures with me the way I look. I was so excited when we first got engaged and now he wants to change me to fit into his little minded image of what makes him happy. I can't believe I fell for it."

"So you just called the whole thing off?"

"Do you really think that I would want to be with a man who doesn't even want the real me?"

"No we both know you deserve to be with someone who makes you happy."

"I really thought that he was the one for me but I was wrong. How can you be so wrong about a person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?"

"I don't know. So do you have to go to work today?"

"Yeah I have a few kids coming over here for lessons so I really need to get my attitude together. I will call you after they leave, maybe you can come over and we can have a Criminal Minds marathon."

"No you need to get out. We are going to that new restaurant. Southern Cuisine."

"I don't know."

"Come on I will get the girls together and we will all come out and have fun."

"Fine."

Someone knocked on the door.

"I have to go I hear the pitter patter of little students eager to learn how to control their breathing. I will meet you at the restaurant at 7."

"Sounds like a plan."