A/N: So this was a fic that was inspired by these two rp characters ( , )who have amazingly let me use the characters and the profiles they've made for them, in my story. It is a Samcedes story as he will be coming along, but be patient because development is key. I'd like to thank my bffffff J.G. for her help and support and again wish to thank the lovely rpers who have inspired me to write this.

Through Frosted Glass

One has to lose their sanity to see the true reality- me

Mercedes Jones sat behind the large garbage bin in the Far East corner of her school playground and stared at her Sailor Moon lunch pail. She traced the raised outline of the posing long haired blonde girl with her little finger and smiled at the image. Almost every day, she wished that the character would be her best friend and protect her from evil, just like she did in the show. But the whiny blonde girl never showed up and the bullies just kept on coming. A bunch of footsteps neared the trash can, so Mercedes chose to duck down further in the cramped space and listen. She could hear Santana Lopez, a girl in her grade one class, speak to her best friend Brittany.

"Brittany...I don't think you should let your cat smoke." The haughty brunette said rather loudly.

"But...he asked me to get him some from daddy's room and to make sure to get matches. So why can't he smoke 'em?" The blonde replied in a low monotone voice.

"Cause he's not big enough and only big people like my daddy are allowed to. Only doo doo heads let their cats smoke." Mercedes could hear bursts of laughter and assumed that there were more kids by the garbage bin than she had previously assumed. Suddenly, something began to tickle the top of her hand and she turned her head slowly and stared down at the caterpillar that was slowly making its way across her small, smooth, brown skin. Slowly raising her hand to her face, she smiled at the creature and helped it crawl on to her other finger. Gently, she placed the caterpillar back on the ground and watched it slink away. Quietly, she whispered, "Someday you'll b-b-be a b-b-butterfly." As soon as she finished her sentence, she heard a harsh silence from the group that had just been right beside her. She looked up and saw Santana peering at her with a devilish smirk on her face.

"I knew I heard stuttering Cedes behind here, whatcha t-t-talkin about now stuttering Cedes?" The girl cackled and everyone in her group except for Brittany laughed along with her. "Are you behind the garbage because you smell like garbage?" Mercedes quickly sprung up from her spot and stared at the four kids in front of her. Without uttering another word, she pushed the bin aside and walked away from them as fast as she could, but they chased her and caught up. Santana quickly stood in front of Mercedes and the rest surrounded her on all sides. "Where you goin stuttering Cedes? We just want to be friends." Santana smiled sweetly at the shorter girl with the four big braids in her hair and then looked around at her friends. "But first you have to say butter." Mercedes closed her eyes and held her lunch pail tightly to her chest. She shook her head no and then slowly looked up at the other six year old from under her eyelashes.

"No." Was all she could say as she felt her pulse race and her legs begin to shake as the group stared her down.

"DO IT!" the brunette little girl yelled, "or I'll put worms in your lunch pail again." Mercedes' head snapped up and she stared in horror at Santana. She hated worms with a passion and had cried for a whole ten minutes last week when she had found one in her ham sandwich. Her feet shifted position and she scratched the back of her left leg with her right foot.

"B-b-b-ut-t-ter," She stuttered out as quickly as she could. Her eyes quickly closed as the group began to chant stuttering Cedes and dance around her. Just as quickly as it all began, she heard a firm voice from behind her which quickly shut up the group.

"I told you, you big eyed big headed weirdo to stay away from my little sister!" She heard her big sister Gabrielle, who she called Gabs, say from behind her, "No one makes fun of her but me! you got that twerps. If I catch you calling her names again, I will make all my grade four friends give you guys swirlys, you got that?" she yelled. Mercedes opened her eyes in time to see the scared group of six year olds nod. "Go away!" Gabrielle yelled out, which even caused Mercedes to jump. She slowly turned around and faced her nine year old sister who had her hand on her hip, "Elmo, what did I tell you to do when those big heads bothered you?" Elmo, had been Gabs new favourite nickname for her little sister since every time you tickled her, she would laugh uncontrollably. Mercedes looked down at her Barbie shoes and felt her body begin to shake with tears.

"T-t-to tell a teacher and get them in t-t-rouble." She said quietly refusing to look up into her sisters disapproving stare. A firm hand landed on her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. Her big sister pulled her into a tight hug and Mercedes wished that she would never let go. But she knew better. As much as her big sister loved her, she wouldn't be caught dead by the other fourth graders hugging her little sister.

"Right! You have to stick up for yourself Cedes or those little weirdo bullies will be mean to you forever. No one can protect you all the time and Sailor Moon doesn't exist. So you gotta stand up for yourself." Mercedes nodded against her sister's chest and listened to her heart beat. It weirded her out that her sister was going to have big ta ta's ( a word she had learned from her uncle Kev') like their mommy someday in the space where her head comfortably laid flush against right now. Her sister pulled Mercedes away from her and held her at hands length. She gave her the stare that Mercedes had seen so often on her mother's face whenever she spoke of a court case. "You hear me Mercedes?"

"Yes Gabs." She hiccupped and gripped the handle of her lunch pail tighter once she heard the school bell ring.

"Good, gotta go Elmo. Stand up for yourself!" Gabrielle yelled over her shoulder as she scurried off to join her class. Mercedes contemplated hiding behind the garbage can again, but knew she would get into a lot of trouble for not being in class, so she slowly walked to the grade one line up spot. She could see Santana whispering something to a little boy with a Mohawk, who quickly turned his head in Mercedes direction and laughed. Her face began to feel hot and she could feel the familiar burning and wetness in her eyes as her tears spilled down her cheeks. Mrs. Clark, her grade one teacher with the beautiful gap between her teeth and flowing long brown hair, stood in front of her class' line and smiled.

"Boy's and girl's, we have a lovely surprise today! You'll see what it is once we get inside." Mercedes silently wiped the tears from her eyes and followed behind the moving line. She followed the other children to their cubbies and placed her lunch pail inside and removed her jacket. There was a deep fear that if she left the lunch pail by itself, there would be worms in her sandwich again today, especially after what Gabby had done a few moments ago. She gave it one last sad look before she walked to her desk and sat down for morning announcements. Just the thought of not being able to eat her lunch made her stomach ache with hunger, even though she had eaten cereal not even an hour before. From the corner of her eye, she watched Artie Abrams, a peculiar kid with glasses, pick his nose and fling the findings at the kid with the Mohawk who sat in front of him. As if Artie had known that she had been watching him the entire time, he turned his head and gave her a large grin. Although she was creeped out, she returned the smile and the young boy began to blush and fan himself. Mercedes inwardly laughed at the boy. She often wondered if they were made to sit together because they were so peculiar, that nobody else wanted to sit with them. The boy who picked his nose and the little girl who stuttered, seemed to be two peas in an unfortunate and odd pod. She often caught him staring and smiling at her, but whenever she tried to befriend him he would have an asthma attack, so she maintained her distance. Just as she was about to ask Artie if he liked worms, because she a) was curious and b) wanted to see if he would have another asthma attack, Mrs. Clark began to speak at the front of class.

"Alright boys and girls, our surprise today is a new student." She beamed around at the curious kids. She turned her head to the side and beckoned someone who stood in the hallway. A young boy with messy curly dark brown hair and strikingly blue eyes shyly walked into the room. Mercedes' eyes widened as she recognized the boy who had just moved in next door that weekend. She remembered watching him from the upstairs bedroom where she slept with Gabrielle. He had looked so sad as he stood to the side and eyed two adults, who she assumed to be his parents, walk in and out of the house directing the movers. Gabrielle had moved beside her and whistled. "Boy, those people must be kazillionaires." Confused, Mercedes looked at the furniture that they were moving in and noticed that they were extremely nice, even better than her parents stuff.

"How come that little boy just stands there?" Mercedes stared harder at the curly haired boy.

"Maybe, he's a vampire or something." Gabrielle, shrugged and left the room. Mercedes cocked her head to the side and wondered if what Gabs had said was true. As if hearing her thoughts, she saw the icy blue eyes from across the yard connect with hers. Fearing that he would try to suck her blood, she slowly moved back and away from the window. This was why Mercedes' blood had run cold once the young boy entered the classroom. If he was a vampire, she only hoped he would bite Santana first so that she couldn't put worms in her sandwich again.

"This is Jason Costella and he's from Buffalo. I expect you all to be kind and help him get around." Mrs. Clark announced to the class and pat the shy boy on the back. Mercedes watched as he scanned their faces with his eyes and she wondered if he was going to try to eat one of them. She looked over at Artie, who seemed to be unfazed by the scary presence and then looked back at Jason who was now staring at her. An audible gulp was heard in the room and she realised that it had come from her. "Jason, you can sit in the empty seat by Mercedes Jones." The teacher smiled kindly at her, "Mercedes raise your hand so Jason can see you." Slowly she raised a trembling arm into the air and the boy walked straight towards her and smiled. She wondered if vampires could smile and figured they couldn't because of their fangs, so she smiled back in relief that he wasn't out to bite her. Once Jason had sat down and settled in, the class went on as normal.

At recess, Mercedes ran out across the play ground and hid behind a shrub. It was her second favourite hiding place on the play ground. She pulled her knees up to her chest and quietly hummed to herself and waited for recess to be over. Suddenly, a shadow to her right blocked out the warm sun. She looked up into blue eyes. "Hi." Jason said shyly as he stared down at her. "Can I sit with you?" Mercedes had never been asked that question before and was scared to answer in case she stuttered so she just nodded. "Thanks." He plopped himself down hard on to the grassy spot beside her. "I live next door to you." He smiled at her and she smiled back and nodded. "You don't say much." He frowned. Mercedes quickly calculated how she could reply to him without words. After coming up with nothing, she spoke.

"Yea, you're my neighbour. Are you all alone or d-d-o you have brothers or sisters?" Jason shook his head.

"Nah, but I want one. Gramps said maybe one day when I'm older, so I can help take care of them." Mercedes nodded and pulled her legs closer to her. "You cold or something?" He said with a bit of a laugh.

"No, I just don't want to get all of my pants dirty." She smiled at him.

"Ew, new boy don't sit with stuttering Cedes." She looked over her shoulder and stared at Santana. The tears started to well up in her eyes once again for the day. Her first ever friend was now going to make fun of her too.

"What's a stuttering Cedes?" Jason asked curiously.

"That's her right there." The unusually tall six year old with the dark brown hair said. Mercedes felt the tears fall down her cheeks and stood up. She tried to get away but the kid with the Mohawk, Noah, stood in her way.

"We're going to make you eat worms," he said while laughing in her face.

"No you won't and if you touch her I'll break your arm." Mercedes turned around and stared at Jason in shock. In fact the entire group stared at him. Noah laughed and then moved past Mercedes and stood in front of the curly haired boy.

"Not with these babies!" Noah flexed his skinny little arms. Almost in a blink of an eye, Jason had grabbed Noah's arm and twisted it behind his back. "OW!" Noah screamed, "I'm gonna tell!"

"If any of you guys bother her or call her that name again, I'll break all your arms." The scariest part of Jason's threat, was how calm he said everything, even though his face was enraged. The rest of the group ran away and Jason shoved Noah, who was crying, to the ground. The boy quickly jumped up and ran away. Mercedes stared at the blue eyed boy in awe.

"Thank you for s-t-t-opping them." She said quietly.

"I don't like mean people." He said simply and smiled shyly at her as if nothing had happened. "Come on, let's go play hopscotch." He took her hand into his own and blushed. Mercedes stared at the new boy in wonder. For the first time in her life, her sister had been wrong. There was someone who would protect her all the time, she just never thought it would be the curly haired boy from next door.