Sam didn't have this at all. He had gone to bed that night, flipping through the contact list on his phone and realizing…all his friends were fucking crazy. There was Puck, but he wasn't much of a one-lady guy. Plus, he was kind of a douche. There was Finn Hudson, who had a habit of putting his foot in his mouth. Rachel Berry, obsessed with Broadway show tunes and a little self-absorbed. Kurt Hummel, so gay he practically had rainbows shooting out of his ass. Sugar Motta, pretty sure she suffered from attention deficit hyperactive disorder. Mike Chang…he might work. He was nice, smart, and like Brittany, had an aptitude for dancing. Oh, but he was dating that Tina girl.

Sam let out a groan of frustration and threw his phone aside. "It shouldn't be this hard," he muttered to himself. "I bet Brittany's already found someone by now." He glanced at the clock on the wall. 1:20. He yawned and snuggled into his Star Wars pillow, pulling his matching blanket over him. First thing tomorrow, he thought sleepily to himself, I'll go looking for someone else.

Satisfied, he let himself drift off to sleep. And when he woke up…well, he didn't mean to forget. But work had kept him busy all week long and on Wednesday, when he had gotten the slightest nagging feeling in the back of his mind that told him he was forgetting something important, he had caught sight of Carlos Santana's 2005 album entitled All That I Am and- "I didn't even know they still sold these"- gotten distracted. So really, Sam didn't mean to forget.

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"Hey, Sam," Brittany greeted her friend as she entered his apartment, shutting the door behind her. "So I found the perfect person for our double date tonight. Her name is Quinn and she's funny, hot, and smart. You can thank me later."

Sam nodded, smiling, until he registered her words. Then his eyes widened and he sucked in a loud gasp. Holy crap. No, no, no! How could I have forgotten? Damn it. Britt is going to kill me.

Brittany watched as her friend visibly started to panic. "You didn't forget, did you?"

Sam forced an innocent smile onto his face. "What? Me? Forget? No way. I found the perfect person for you too."

Brittany crossed her arms and eyed him skeptically. "Sam," she said in a low warning tone.

"No, really."

"Guy or girl?"

"Uh…girl."

"What's her name?"

Sam winced. His eyes scanned the room desperately in search of answers and landed on his newly purchased CD lying on his coffee table. "Uh…Santana?" It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Oh, that's a really cool name." Brittany smiled, all traces of doubt erased from her features.

"Yup," Sam agreed weakly.

"Listen, I have to go meet up with Mercedes now but I'll see you and Santana tonight, okay?"

Brittany beamed excitedly at him one last time before leaving. As soon as the door slammed shut, Sam jumped out of his seat, frantically looking through his contact book and phone. "Santana? Why did I have to say Santana? I don't know anybody named Santana. I could have said Kimberly or Erica or Jenny. But no, I had to say fucking Santana."

He froze as his door opened again and a harried Brittany rushed in. "Forgot my purse," she explained as she grabbed her bag. She paused, taking in his flushed cheeks and messy hair. "You okay?"

"Fine, yeah. Perfect. I'm good. You good?"

"I'm good…" Brittany hesitated, wondering if she should stay and talk to him but she was already late as it was. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked again.

"Yeah, totally."

"Okay...then I'll see you tonight?"

"Tonight," he repeated, nodding and smiling until she left. He flopped onto his sofa and rested his head in his hands. I am so fucked.

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Sam ran a hand through his hair tiredly as he entered the local coffee shop. It was a cute little place called The Central Perk with great coffee and even better donuts. After the day he's had, Sam was looking forward to a cup to warm his hands and a jam-filled pastry. He had called everybody he knew, asking them if they knew a woman named Santana that lived in the Tri-state area. No go. Sam was angry with himself for picking the single most rarest name possibly in the entire world.

Then again, this donut was making him feel a lot better about the whole situation. Taking another huge bite, he chewed thoughtfully as he considered his options. He could just tell Brittany he forgot and he was sorry. But Brittany had looked so excited about it. She probably spent hours upon hours searching for the perfect girl. What kind of friend was he? No, telling her was not an option. Well, he could…no, that's just desperate…then again he was a desperate man. With a deep breath to psych himself up, he called out, "Santana?"

"Yeah?"

Sam turned around to see an attractive brunette in a blue dress, looking up from her phone. Thank you, he whispered mentally to the heavens as he approached her.