So i know i have two other stories that I STILL need to update but this one just came to me and I needed to get this out before it left me...this is a Teacher!Sam fic...I got the idea from looking at pictures of chord as ralph wilkerson from The middle...hope you enjoy

"Landon, I know you're having a rough time but I need you to get a grip and focus on your school work." Mercedes told her 15 year old son. They were sitting at the kitchen table discussing the letter she received in the mail from his school. His grades were not up to par this semester and Mercedes Jones was not having that.

"I know mama; it's just that Chemistry is so damn frustrating this year." She narrowed her eyes at her son, not liking the choice of words he used.

"I get that you are frustrated, but you will not use that type of language when speaking to me. Do you understand me?" Landon's shoulders slumped even more.

"Yes ma'am."

"Now, this letter says that your chemistry teacher, Mr. Evans wants to have conference tomorrow, to discuss what we can do to get your grade up. We're going to go in there with an open mind and you will not give any attitude. Are we clear?" Landon looked into his mother's eyes with such a sad expression and nodded. Her heart almost broke. Landon always had a rough time focusing. He always battled his issue with dyslexia. She knew why Landon was having an extra tough time focusing. The fact that she and her now Ex-husband David had divorced. He was pissed off at his father for cheating on his mother with another woman. He was also pissed because they were ending their marriage. She couldn't blame him for being pissed, hell she wanted to kill the bastard but that would have left him without both of his parents. So divorce was next best thing.

"Good now go tell your sister to get off that computer and wash up before dinner."

The next day, Mercedes left work early so she could make it in time for the parent-teacher conference with Landon's teacher. School had already let out and Landon was to wait in the classroom with Mr. Evans while they waiting for her arrival. When Mercedes stopped at the classroom door, she could see her son sitting behind a desk, talking to a tall blond man. He seemed to be her age and that surprised her. She had expected to see a man that looked like her chemistry teacher. Fat, bald and miserable. This man was smiling. He had a very beautiful smile, she thought. She shook her head, trying to shake away the thought and knocked on the door. When the man looked up and saw her, she felt her body react in a way she never thought would happen again. "Holy shit" she cursed mentally as she watched him walk across the room and the door and opened it.

"Mrs. Williams? Landon's mom?" He asked with a warm and welcoming smile. His mouth was the first thing she noticed.

"Ms. Jones, please. I am Landon's mom. You're Mr. Evans?"

"Yes ma'am I am. Please call me Sam." The southern drawl in his voice made her body reacting in that weird way again and she hoped it didn't show. He opened the door wider and invited her in. When her son turned around to face her, he had one of the biggest smiles on his face; something she hadn't see in a very long time.

"Hey mom." He greeted cheerfully.

"Hey sweetie." She said before she planted a kiss on her son's forehead.

"Landon and I were just having a friendly debate about the Super bowl this weekend."

"Mom, can you believe he's a Giant's fan? Who does that?" One thing her and Landon bonded with was football. It used to be a thing that she and her husband did with him. She looked up at his teacher smiled.

"Oh really? Well did you school him on why Tom Brady is the man?" Mr. Evans flashed a toothy smile and shook his head.

"Yes he did, well tried to anyway. I still think he's not nothin' on Manning though." She let out a feminine giggle.

"If you say so Mr. Evans." She removed her coat and slid into the desk next to her son. Mr. Evans proceeded to stand in front of his desk and leaned up against it, rolling the sleeves of his grey cardigan up. She couldn't help but notice the muscles in his forearms.

"Okay, so I asked you to meet me here today so we could discuss trying to get Landon's grade up. I know he's been having some trouble focusing and I've been trying to figure out what the problem is without stepping over any boundaries. But, I think I do know one part of the issue."

"And what might that be?"

"Landon is dyslexic, is he not?" Mercedes looked at her son, and looked back at his chemistry teacher.

"Yes he is."

"I know how hard it is to cope with, being a person who's dealt with dyslexia in high school myself."

"You're dyslexic Mr. Evans?" Landon asked in a surprised tone.

"Yes sir I am, I've learned to deal with it and I want to help you. If your mother will agree with it." She kept her eyes on her son's teacher.

"I'm listening."

"One of the ways I learned to deal with my learning disability was through music. I noticed that you always have your ipod or you're always making a beat on your desk so I have a proposition for you and your mother." When Sam Evans looked at Mercedes Jones, she felt something that she didn't even feel when she first met the father of her children. Something about his dazzling green eyes did something to her stomach.

"And that would be?" she asked, trying to ignore the fluttering butterflies in her stomach.

"For you to allow me to give your son music lessons. Teach him how to read music and make music. I want to also work with him on chemistry but I just think this will be a great outlet for him to work on his focusing." Mercedes looked at her son, who was still sporting a big grin on his face.

"Do I even need to ask what you want to do?"

"Ma, please? I still have that guitar that Paw Paw gave me."

"But Landon, sweetie you haven't touched that thing in years." He gave her a pleading look.

"I-"

"I can tune it up for him." Sam cut in. She looked up at him and then back at her son.

"Please mama?" He poked his bottom lip; a maneuver that always won her over.

"Oh don't you dare." Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Sam had done the same thing, poking his bottom lip out.

"Please mama?" She let out a loud laugh.

"Really? You don't play fair at all."

"Only when I'm trying to get my way." He shot her a quick wink and Mercedes tried her damn hardest not let her body react to it. She could feel her face getting hot. She playfully rolled her eyes.

"Fine ONLY if it does not create a conflict with your other studies." Landon let out a celebratory fist pump and then high five'd his teacher. Mercedes continued to laugh as shook her head at her son and Mr. Evans.

"I'm going to come up with an after school plan tonight and get back to you on everything. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Landon stood up from his desk.

"I'm gonna go get the rest of my stuff out of my locker." The two adults nodded at the excited teen. Mercedes stood up just as Sam lifted off his desk.

"Landon is really a great kid." Sam said as Landon exited the class room.

"Yeah, he is...he's just having a tough time right now."

"Is something else troubling him? If you don't mind me asking."

"I just finalized my divorced from his father."

"Ah, that would explain why you corrected me about your last name. Yeah that could be tough for a kid his age."

"Yeah tell me about it. I mean I can't blame him for being upset. But I don't want him losing focus on his school work because of my problems."

"True but that just goes to show what kind of man your son is becoming. He cares about his mother's feelings and doesn't like seeing her hurt."

"Yeah I guess you have a point there."

"So Landon already has a guitar. Does music run in your family?"

"My dad is the music director at our church and I sing in the choir."

"I had a feeling you were a singer."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"I don't know...you just have this look about you."

"I suppose Mr. Evans."

"Please, call me Sam. I feel like my dad is sitting around here." She let out a soft giggle.

"Well Sam, Ms. Jones makes me feel old so call me Mercedes."

"Mercedes. I like that." The way he said her name sent chills up and down her spine. She clutched the strap of her purse that hung off her shoulder, still trying to ignore her body's reactions.

"Well, Sam it was nice to meet you. I really hope you can help my son get back on track."

"Oh I'm going to make sure I can do everything in my power to make sure he does so." He gave her a look that assured her that he was indeed speaking the truth.

"Okay, then. I look forwards to seeing your plan." Before Sam could say anything else, Landon had returned to the classroom.

"Ok, I'm ready mom."

"Okay sweetie we need to get going to pick up Leila from Santana's." He nodded and then looked at his teacher.

"See ya in the morning Mr. Evans."

"You got it. It was a pleasure meeting you Mercedes. I hope to see you again soon." She gave him a warm smile as she and her son headed out of the classroom and down the hall. They both walked out of the school in a comfortable silence.

"What are you smiling about mom?" Landon asked, as she pulled out of the parking lot of the school. She didn't even know she had been smiling.

"I don't know. Am I not allowed to smile?"

"I didn't mean it like that. It's just that, it's been so long since I've seen you smile mama. I've missed it."

"Oh well I could same for you mister. It was nice seeing you smile for a change as well."

"Yeah I guess Mr. Evans has a certain way of bringing happiness to people, huh?" Mercedes could feel her face starting to get hot at the thought of her son's chemistry teacher.

"Yeah, I guess so."