I got so sick that I was sent to the hospital, I took two summer classes, my mom was helping my homeless cousin get prepared for college, and I was protesting my rights as a Young Adult at my church. That's why there has been no update since March. But now, here it is. It's not the BEST one. But it's here to help get the ball rolling I guess you can say. The next chapter, which will be A LOT better, will be up either today or tomorrow depending. So stay tuned! I still have big plans for this story. I just need a little push from my self to post it. lol! So I'm sorry if you read this and think "WTF? That was it?" But I promise, things will get better.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Remember that moment when you found out you were going to be bonded to me? I remember. I was only 17 years old and I was a disgrace to my Aunt and to my whole family. But who knew that you were the one to help me? Who knew that everything would change? It was destiny...

Sam Evans woke up to the smell of eggs, sausage, hot cakes, and coffee the day after the party he went to with Mike and Tina. The two Asians really knew how to party or at least knew where the good parties were. Sam started to stretch and sighed. He had a major crush on a girl who he only really realized existed two days ago. He knew that once he had his eye on someone, there was no stopping him. Samuel Evans was always a determined man. He saw her at the party last night and nearly jumped her. He knew that Mercedes Jones had to be his.

She was different from a lot the colored girls that he has known through out the years. She was pure classic beauty with curves, big beautiful lips, eyes that shined like the sun it's self…yeah he figured he had it bad if he started thinking about her like a cheesy love song. There was no denying it. Even overly drunk he thought he saw her. But she seemed too uptight to actually go out and party. Yet there she was talking to Tina and dancing with a very drunk Santana Lopez. They grooved to some local band's record until Santana started crying and they rushed out of there before anything big happened.

Sam never got a chance to talk to her last night. He wasn't even sure if Mercedes Jones even knew he was there to begin with! All he knew was that he wanted to get to know the beautiful brown goddess for himself. Rather his family liked it or not. He finally stumbled out of bed and slowly found his way to the kitchen where his Aunt's maid, Wanda, was cooking a meal fit for a king, or a hang over.

"You came in late Mr. Evans." Wanda said keeping her eyes on the bacon she was fixing him. Wanda was a short black woman with fair skin and long brown hair. She was great at everything she did and there was no surprise there since she and her family had worked for the Evans for the longest time.

"Please don't tell my Aunt, Wanda. She would have my neck." Sam said sitting at the kitchen table.

"You should be in the dining room Mr. Evans."

"Yeah but I much rather talk to you. You are much better company and you know it."

Wanda turned around and smiled at Sam. "You do know I am 9 years your senior sir."

"What a pity." He winked. "How is your Husband in Chicago?"

"He found work at a meat factory up there about a month ago but he is thinking about changing jobs already. He feels that his sister won't get enough money for college if he worked there."

"I think it's amazing that you are helping your sister-in-law out with college."

"Well these are hard times and his daddy went to college to be a dentist. Since Robby was kicked out for protesting, he wanted to make sure his sister went at least. And I agree with him. If only you could meet her Mr. Evans. She is not only bright, but nice and pretty too."

"She sounds wonderful."

"She is." Wanda, with Sam's help, started to bring the food into the dining room where Sam and his Aunt always had their meals, not matter what the occasions was. "Do you want some coffee for that hangover?" Wanda asked.

"Yes ma'am." He said now sitting in the dining room. Sam heard the clicking sound of his Aunt's heels come down the stairs behind him. She walked into the dinning room dressed in her pink dress suit and sat down across from her nephew.

"So Samuel let's talk about how you are failing your science class." Auntie started the conversation after pouring herself some coffee.

"I just sometimes have trouble concentrating with my dis-"

"We do not talk about the d word in this house young man. You are sick that's all. "

"Having a dyslexia does not mean I have a sickness. "

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you need a tutor young man. If you would stop partying and concentrate on your work, maybe I won't have to be forced to send you to the military."

Sam looked up from his plate of food in shock. There was a reason why Sam's parents sent him to Lima that he later found out after two weeks of being there. His Aunt people in very high places and if she snapped her fingers, she could get anything she wanted. She knew a lot about the inner workings of politics in America and had a phone book full of well-known names and numbers that any person learning the ropes in DC would die to have. So when his Aunt said that she could put him in the military, he knew she wasn't lying.

"I'll take the tutor." He mumbled. He looked at his Aunt smirking at him, happy she had gotten her way once again.

"Good. You will met with them on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays until your grades improve. Your teacher reassured me that he already picked someone for the job." She said before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Who is he?"

"Not he, surprisingly enough. She. Your tutor is a girl. The smartest girl in your grade too. But he wouldn't give me a name."

"Right Aunty. Okay I'm gonna head out and run some errands. Do you need anything?" he asked, getting up from the table.

"No dear just drive safely." He nodded his head and headed out the house. He hated this house and his Aunt. But he could only count the days until he was finally gone and off to college.

"SANTANA LOPEZ GET YOUR ASS UP NOW. BREAKFAST IS READY AND YOU SLEPT THROUGH ALL OF THE MORNING."

Mercedes jumped from her best friend's bed and looked at her watch. It was about 11:30 in the morning and she knew that the Lopez family started their day at no later than 5:30 AM. Her mother already cleaned two houses and was probably fixing breakfast before going to her third. Mercedes looked to her right to see and hear her best friend snoring. She stared shaking her trying her best to get her to wake up. The party that their friend Tina's hippie friends were throwing was fun and exciting, however Santana made sure she was going to get drunk last night. Which always resulted in her crying for the ten out of the thirty minute ride back to the Lopez house.

Mercedes never went back home after going to a party. Her mother wouldn't have approved of her staying out late and also drinking. Plus her mother worked unpredictable hours. So it was either get caught by her light sleeper mother who could kill them, or the Lopez family who could sleep through a nuclear war. She finally took her pillow and slapped Santana with it.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MERCEDES JONES?" her friend yelled at her.

"It's time to get up. Your mother has been yelling about how you won't get up and how lazy you are."

Santana lay back down and covered her face with the pillow Mercedes had hit her with. "It's too early."

"And your Momma will kick our butts if we don't get up and do something productive. " she poked her. Mercedes got out the bed and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth. She had been over Santana's house so often that she had her own toothbrush and towel there. After a few minutes of cleaning herself up, she walked out the bathroom and Santana rushed in closing the door.

The rest of the morning was highly uneventful. Mrs. Lopez was yelling at Santana in Spanish about how lazy and useless the girl was (nothing unusual) while they ate breakfast, and then they drove over to Mercedes house to pick some things up. Upon entering, she saw her mother drinking coffee and in her librarian uniform.

"Santana's?" Mrs. Jones asked.

"Yes Momma." Mercedes said walking over to the bigger woman and giving her a hug. Mercedes and her mother looked so much a like. Many people often said they looked like twins. They had the same big doe eyes colored brown and dimples. Their smile and even their scolds were the same.

"Mercedes I got a phone call from your Science Teacher last night. He wants to give you extra credit."

"Mrs. Jones, with all due respect, but why in the world would Mercedes need extra credit when she is like the smartest girl in the whole grade?" Santana was outraged at the fact that Mercedes was asked to do this. Mercedes, however, saw this as a great opportunity.

"What did he say Momma? I'm always up for some extra credit."

"He said that you will be tutoring a boy from your class. He has been getting D on most of his test and he really wants him to graduate next year. He spoke with the boys guardian and they said yes. They will pay you $25 dollars per session."

Mercedes eyes widen. "Twenty-five dollars? That's a lot of money!"

"Hey let me tutor the kid!" Santana raised her hand looking between mother and daughter.

"Girl, please. If it weren't for me, you would be failing that class too." Mercedes rolled her eyes at her friend. "Sounds interesting. I'll talk to him Monday." She walked over to her mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Love you Momma. This little money will help us a lot. I'm sure of it."

Next chapter coming soon. It will be 10 times better. I promise. Thanks for your patiences and thanks for following. :)