Disclaimer...okay, this is my first try at fan-fiction, and honestly, I have no idea how this idea came about, or if it will even work. I don't own Glee.
Also, if anyone does read this, reviews would be lovely. They help me write faster.
Sam Evans, ran his fingers through his golden blond hair, so it could appear as though he had taken time to brush it, as he ran out to his hand me down 1993 red Dodge Ram 150. He was running late to work, and he was sure that the one that hired him, was going to murder him, if he didn't get his backside in gear, and get going, as he remembered what Harris Jones had told him, about the horses won't wait, and neither will I.
He also remembered that the ranch was out in the middle of nowhere, and didn't get cellphone service, so it would be pointless to try to call. Another mile down. One mile to go.
Sam thought for sure that he was fired, and he didn't even have a chance to do anything, as he pulled into the dirt driveway of the ranch, and parked the truck, and turned it off, before he got out of the truck, and headed towards the building. That was also when he noticed a teenage girl, probably, around his age of nineteen. He also noticed that he had blond hair like himself, and brown eyes. She was beautiful, but he thought to himself that she already had a girlfriend.
"You must be the new stable hand," she asked in a guessing tone, and smiled at him. "I'm Quinn," she added and winked at him.
"I'm Sam," Sam told her, as he wondered what he had gotten himself into. If he had to work with her, it was going to be a hell of a summer.
"Let me go get Harris, I'll be right back," Quinn told Sam with another smile, and headed towards the house, as he waited outside. Sam thought to himself, that he liked her, and knew that she definitely had a boyfriend, if she didn't, he'd be shocked.
Then he heard something going on the only barn, that he could see, and wondered if he should check it out. Horses were neighing, and he swore that he heard a females voice as well. Okay, so they seemed to have another girl working here, but Sam wasn't sure. Just when he was about to head to the barn, and check out the commotion, Harris, as well as Quinn came back out.
"Quinn, why don't you go and help Noah work some more on Puddlejumper? Make sure that Noah doesn't try to run him through the show course, he's not ready for show yet," Harris told Quinn instructively, as Sam had wondered what that had meant, and wished that he had more experience in the horse universe.
"Sam, I'm Harris Jones. I'm the owner here, and I am also your boss. You wake up, exactly at four fifteen in the morning, not a minute late. The horses get fed, and watered first thing in the morning. The stable hands, meaning, you and Noah, don't come in the house, unless, otherwise told to do, and you two share that small apartment up there," Harris told Sam, as Harris's chocolate brown eyes, met Sam's green eyes.
"Do you understand?" Harris asked Sam, in a voice, that said he had better understand, or else. Sam nodded.
"Good. Now let me show you around," Harris told Sam, as Sam heard the ruckus in the barn, start up again. Something was obviously wrong, and wanted to say something about it, just as he was about to, it had appeared they were walking in the direction of the the barn, anyhow. Maybe, Harris, was about to help with the situation.
That was when he had noticed the girl. The voice, in which, he had thought he had heard earlier. Okay, sure, the girl was a bit curly, but she was gorgeous. She looked a little bit older than he had, maybe, a year or two, but he was nineteen, so he was legal. He hoped anyways. Sam had also hoped that he would be able to work with her soon. Maybe, now, even.
"Mercedes, what is going on here?" Harris asked the girl. Sam now knew her name. That was good.
"Dagnir won't control his damned temper," she protested, as she showed that she wouldn't give up, on the horse.
"The horse is testing you. Show the horse, that he can still be himself, but show him you're relaxed," Sam spoke up, not sure where he had come from, especially, since he knew next to nothing about horses.
"Alright, White Chocolate, if you're so smart, why don't you try it?" Mercedes challenged, as showed her inner diva, and Sam had wondered why she was even here, but still wanted to know her more.
"It's easy. A horse reads emotions, but if they came from a troubled past, they may be the problem. Do you know anything about this horse?" Sam inquired, as he stood in front of the horse, not wanting to touch the horse, just in case.
"For unknown reasons, the previous owner, gave him up, and just left him here. No note. No nothing," Harris spoke up. Until that moment, Mercedes, and Sam had both forgotten he was there. Sam couldn't figure it out. Then again, he figured if he was a horse, who had been abandoned, and in a trailer for who knows how long, he'd be in the same situation. He felt bad for the Dark Coat. He also decided not to make any eye contact.
"Has he been outside, around any of the other horses, at all, since he arrived here?" Sam questioned, and wondered to himself, where all of this was coming from.
"No. Because, we don't know what he would be like around them," Mercedes answered, as though, it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well, why not try it out. That might be his problem. He's been inside all this time, he wants some air. Something new to see, aside the horses that come in and out all day," Sam spoke up, and smiled quickly at Mercedes. "I'll lead him outside, if you'd like," Sam offered, as he turned around, and spotted the area where the harnesses, and all the other horses materials were placed.
"I got it," Mercedes answered sweetly, as it seemed that both, her and and Dagnir had calmed down. Maybe, this would work for Sam after all, even, with not knowing much about horses.
"Sam, the oats, are over here in this box, and the hay, is over there in the corner. Don't be alarmed, if some of it is gone. Now and then, the horses will freely come over, and eat it at their own free will," Harris told Sam.
"Is there anything I could do?" Sam asks with a smile.
"Yeah, help me unload the truck," Harris told him, as they headed out of the barn, and headed towards Harris's truck.
"Dagnir, he's a show jumper, isn't he?" Sam asks Harris wondering. In Sam's head, he wanted to ride the horse, and he would, if he could. He just wasn't going to ask, anytime soon. Harris, seemed to be the type that would chew his head off, if he tried to ask.
"I don't know. He doesn't seem it," Harris, told Sam, in honesty.
"Do you think, I could try to train him. There's a jumping show coming up in a month, if that doesn't work, then I noticed the race track," Sam tried, not giving up. He was determined to ride, even, if it killed him.
"Sam, you're here to work, and not play. You're not even a trainer," Harris told him, as he lowered that tailgate to his truck, so they could unload the hay and feed.
"Yes, sir. I still think I could get him to be a winning horse," Sam tried, as he grabbed some of the hay, and they headed back to the barn. Sam, in was hoping that Harris would change his mind.
"The answer is no, Sam," Harris told him again. "I don't change my mind. That includes answers for my daughters," he added.
As they were about finished, a jeep came racing into the dirt driveway. A teenage crowd, soon to be college freshman, at the most.
"Mercedes! Quinn! Noah! It's fucking party time!" shouted one of the over excited teenagers in the car. Sam, doubted that he'd go, so he didn't even bother asking. He wasn't the party person, anyways. Not even in high school. A few minutes later, the three of them had gotten in the jeep.
"Be back by midnight!" Harris yelled to them, as they got in the jeep, and a couple of seconds later, the jeep pulled away.
Sam had double thought it. Maybe he would go as well. Live a little. Maybe, even get a chance to talk to Mercedes.
"Where do you think you're going?" Harris asked Sam, as he was about to head to this truck.
"To a party," Sam answered him back, as though, it were obvious.
"To hell you are, we still have stuff unfinished," Harris, told him, in a over protective fatherly way. Maybe it was out of habit.
Sam, didn't listen, and got in his truck, and started it up.
"You leave this driveway, you don't come back," Harris, hollered over to him, as Harris stood on the porch.
That was the last thing Sam heard, before the radio got turned up, and he drove away towards the party, just hoping, that well. He didn't know what he was hoping.