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Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, by now, everyone knows that I don't own Glee. If I did, Samcedes would be endgame!
Also, I want to throw it out there, that I'm Googling horse care tips to help me with this story. I'm not really satisfied with this chapter, but reviews would be awesome just the same.


Chapter 2

When Sam had arrived to the house that was hosting the party, the music was blaring, teenagers had already appeared drunk on the front porch. The smell of alcohol was think, and so was the teenage angst. He had also noticed that no one had asked where he had come from, or if he had been invited, so he assumed that he wasn't crashing the party, which was good. That inspiration lasted until he ran into Quinn. Well, Quinn ran into him rather.

"Sam, you're here. I was hoping you'd show up," she told him, giving it away that she was drunk, and Noah, was nowhere to be seen, which, Sam had probably guessed wasn't a good thing. He hadn't even talked to Noah yet, but he assumed that Noah was her boyfriend. If not, well, Sam had hoped that she wouldn't request that he kiss her.

"Quinn, we need to get you home. You're drunk," Sam pleaded with her, as scanned the room for either Mercedes, or Noah, but preferably Noah.

"Sam, I'm fine. Besides, you're just the ranch hand, and know nothing about me!" she protested. Sam didn't bother to correct her, being as, he was probably fired.

"I know two things, one, you're drunk, and two, Noah is your boyfriend. Come on, I'll give you a lift back home, and you can sleep it off, though, I can't say that you won't have a headache tomorrow," Sam tried. He just hoped that she wouldn't ask how he knew about that. He didn't want to say that's part of the reason as to why he was working at the ranch anyways. Well, that wasn't true, but still. The bad boy idea sounded good for the few seconds that it clicked in his head.

That was when Mercedes decided to show up.

"What's going on here?" Mercedes asked innocently, showing that she was sober. Sam had guessed that was a good thing, and smiled at her briefly, and then turned her attention back to Quinn. Man, her father would be so pissed tomorrow, and Noah, wouldn't help. Where was he anyways.

"Mercedes, listen to me, Quinn is drunk, if that isn't obvious. We need to get her home," Sam told her instructively.

"Sam, we need to find Noah, and we all need to get the hell home. We have to work tomorrow. It was stupid of us to come," Mercedes told him, as there eyes met, and they supported Quinn together, and decided to walk her out to his truck together.

"What the fuck you doing with my girl?" Noah burst out of nowhere, as the approached the truck, and Mercedes had opened the door, leaving Sam, behind her, as he got ready to go back, and look for Noah.

"We're taking her home. She's drunk, and needs to work tomorrow," Sam pointed out. That was when Noah went for the swing, and ended up punching him in the left rib. Sam was going to feel the affect tonight, and tomorrow.

"The night isn't over yet!" Puck protested, and ended up punching Sam in the jaw. That was when Sam decided to fight back, and was also when the other party goers decided to watch, as though, it had been what they had come for in the first place.

"Sam! Noah! Stop it!" Mercedes yelled at them, but it did no good.

"Fine! I'll drive Quinn home, and you two can walk, and work out your problems. We have to work tomorrow. Well, I do. I don't know about you two," she added, showing how pissed off she was about this.

As the fight went back, and forth, and Sam had a bloody lip, he had one last option, if he could do it, and he knew he could. Kick Noah in the groin.

"You, asshole!" is all Noah could muster after the kick, as he showed he was in pain, as Sam had sort of intended. Sam had just hoped that Noah wouldn't hold it against him later, if he still had his job left.

The drive home had been awkward, as the two girls were in front with Sam, and had remained silent. They finally reached the ranch, where, Harrison had been unexpectedly outside on the porch, as though, he had expected this.

"Mr. Jones, I can explain," Sam began, as he got out of the truck, but left the driver side door open.

"I don't want to hear it, Mr. Evans," Harrison protested, as he spotted the two girls, and headed towards the house. Quinn, trying her best, not to show that she's drunk, but as bosses instinct kicked in, Harrison had noticed.

"Mercedes, take Quinn, and put her straight to bed. I'll have a talk with her later," Harrison stated, and Mercedes listened, and Sam watched, as she led Quinn up the steps, and onto the porch, and then into the house.

"Noah, I suggest, you do the same. You start first thing tomorrow morning, cleaning up the horse shit, and Mr. Evans, though, he was stupid enough to come back, and for whatever reason, I'm damn glad that he did, will help you," Harrison told Noah, in which, Noah didn't look too happy about. Maybe, because, he didn't get his own way.

"Thank you, sir," Sam told Harrison in a delighted voice that had the tone of "thank you for not firing me" and he shut the door to his truck.

"Yeah, four fifteen tomorrow, we'll see," Harrison told him, as he turned and headed inside the house.

Being, as Sam, wasn't ready to face Noah yet, he decided to poke around the barn, a little bit. That was when he noticed a door, in which, looked like it hadn't been opened for a while, and being, as he was curious, he turned the knob, and found it wasn't locked. So maybe, it had been used recently, but no one remembered it, so he entered.

The room was a little dusty, but it was good enough to see what was in there.

Pictures of prize winning horses. Pictures of Mercedes when she was a little girl on horse back. Horse training books. Trophies from races, and shows. One trophy really stuck out. It had been a young man, about his age. He had guessed it was Harrison, but he couldn't be sure. All he knew was that the horse was a Derby winner, and that was when Sam decided, that for once, he was serious about this.

He was going to ride a horse, even if it killed him. He wanted to join the pictures. He wanted to show that he could be interested in horses. Then he looked at his watch. Twelve thirty. Sam didn't even bothering climbing those stairs, but instead, decided to head in the direction of the hay, and and found the only open area next to it was a stall with the name Lego House, but because, he was so tired, he decided to end up there anyways.

The next morning, Sam had awoken, to the feel of cold water on his face.

"Four fifteen, which means, you and I begin our day together, by cleaning up last nights horse manure," Puck told him, in a tone, which had told him that he didn't want him there. At all.

"Look, about last night, I'm sorry. I could have announced that you were drunk, but I didn't. Besides, you fight pretty hard," Sam told him, as he went in the area that the working tools were at, and grabbed a rake.

"Yeah, whatever. You may want to change your sneakers, you'll be covered in horse manure before noon time," Puck told Sam, coldly, as he walked over, and started to clean up one of the stalls.

"These shoes, I could care less about, besides, I need new ones anyways," Sam pointed out, as he started to help Puck.

"Go clean out that one. I'll work my way back," Puck coldly told him, making it clear that he didn't want to talk about last night.

"So, you have a thing for Cedes?" Puck asks, changing the subject, as he placed his first set of manure into the wheelbarrow.

"What?" Sam asked, trying to sound confused, though, he was only half awake, and still trying to fight off the sleep he had.

"I saw the way you looked at her," Puck tried again, as he continued to work on his part of the barn.

"Dude, you're imagining things," Sam tried to deny it. Again.

"Fine, deny it all you want, but I can tell it's there," Puck tried, as he stopped to lean on his rake for a moment, and Sam, thought that Noah couldn't be that tired already. Then again, he guessed, that he could be.

"Alright. Whatever. Fine, yes, I like her," Sam blurted out, as he stopped to put his hair in a ponytail, and made a mental note to get that cut when he could, as well, as but new shoes, and work boots next time he was in town, which would be soon. He had hoped anyways.

"Well, that's good to know. I guess, Noah, and I will have to work, to make you two an item, now won't we?" they both heard Quinn, as she appeared in the barn, and quickly disappeared.

"Oh God. Please Noah. She can't find out," Sam pleaded, as he looked at Noah, and hoped that it wasn't too late.