UMM I just want to say Thank you to everyone who has read and commented and liked and faved the shit out of this! I appreciate it more then you know! you're all the BEST! I hope you like Chapter three, Mercedes and Sam finally meet face to face! Enjoy!

TW:Talks of suicide

Sam reluctantly grasped on the handle of the bathroom stall. A wad of nerves and embarrassment lodge in his throat. He wanted nothing more then to keep the door shut and continue being sick in the toilet. Maybe if he threw up enough he'd die of dehydration. He winced at the thought, memories of his parents voices, vicious and unforgiving filled his head. The last time Sam had tried to kill himself, he knew it would be his last.

"Sam you are an embarrassment."

"Do you know how it feels to have to bring your crazy kid to the hospital?"

"Do you know what kind of looks we get? The questions the neighbours ask?"

"Do this shit again and next time i'll pretend I didn't find you!"

The way his father words pierced through his core caused far greater pain then the blades he put to the flesh of his wrists. He had tried to put and end to his existence at least 3 times now. All of which had resulted in horrific failures that did nothing but increase the torture of the very life he tried to end. Every attempt to disappear just put the focus back onto him, his parents narrowing their lens on his life, making him more anxious, more suicidal. It got to the point where it wasn't worth it. If he couldn't do it right, he might as well not do it at all, he concluded. But maybe now was his chance. He was at school, they couldn't get to him. And even if he failed, he could try again before they could even buy a plane ticket. He could try. He could.

No Sam, you're supposed to be past that. Being alone is the best solution. You get none of the anxiety and none of the grief. Alone is healthier. Safer. For everybody.

He took a deep breath,shaking the thoughts from his head. His long fingers trembled as he pulled the stall door open. He kept his head down as he stepped out into the bathroom. Both to avoid eye contact with whoever it was that had caught him like this, and to hide his face, which was surely swollen and red by this point.

"I'm sorry, I guess I got mixed up. Too much to drink I guess. I'll get out of here." He whispered as he headed towards the door. Suddenly, he was stopped in his tracks, yanked backwards as if something had snagged him. He spun around to see what had a hold on him.

Shit he thought to himself. It was the girl, she had a tiny fist wrapped around the tail of his shirt. Sam froze, What the hell? Cautiously, he lifted his head, meeting her eyes. Sam found her looking straight back into his, and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating at the sight of her. She was beautiful. Long brown hair feathered around her face, cascading softly in loose waves past her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were brown and extremely reflective. The light in the washroom was dim, but her eyes absorbed every spec if it, shining back into Sam with an immense intensity. Her eyes must be magic in the sun, he thought to himself. His attention moved down to her lips, full and painted a delicious red, a soft smile of amusement spread across them. God that smile. Sam could feel his cheeks flush, What am I doing, I've got to get out of here.

"Listen, I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come in here, honestly. It was an accident, I'm leaving now." He reached for her hand to remove it from his shirt. But as soon as their flesh connected, Sam knew he wasn't going anywhere.

He didn't know what being struck by lightning felt like, but if he were to make a guess, this would be it. He felt so warm, so energized. His finger tips were barely tracing her skin but the minuscule touch had somehow filled a part of him he didn't know was missing. Or rather, the part of himself he never knew how to fill. He didn't know how long he stood there, soaking in the sensation. The spell was only broken when her voice sliced through his thoughts.

"Nu uh, you're not going anywhere until you tell me who this idiot is." Sam blinked at her, is she serious? He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form a sentence he was being dragged to the opposite end of the washroom. She flung open the door to the handicap stall at the far end of the room and shoved him inside. She followed close behind him, locking them both inside.

"There. Now we have some privacy. So whose the idiot? I love a little gossip now and again." Her eyes where wide, glimmers of light dancing within the deep brown hue, an impish grin danced across her wine red lips. She Looked like Heaven and Hell rolled into one. An impossibly sexy combination. Sam tried to back up, he needed to create some distance between them. He could still feel the buzz from their touch humming across the surface of his skin, and her close proximity wasn't doing anything to alleviate the sensation. He took a small step backward and pressed his back into the cold stone wall of the stall. This will have to do I guess.

She noticed Sam retreat, her brow furrowed as she took a step towards him, closing the gap He had tried to create. Damnit, Sam cursed to himself.

"Are you scared of me?" She asked, she was amused, or so it seemed. Sam didn't know how to answer that question. He wasn't exactly sure what it was he was feeling, but he knew he was feeling something.

She took another step towards him, closing the gap even more. She was so close Sam could feel her breath on his chest. Only when her body came close to brushing against his did he take notice of it. Damn. If Her eyes were the light, her body was definitely the dark. Heaven and hell indeed.

She was dressed in all black. She wore a tight black tank top that stretched thinly across her ample breasts, a silver chain neckless dangled around her neck and disappeared between her cleavage, a shiny leather jacket hung over her shoulders. Her hips and thighs where cloaked in a pair of tight black leggings, so tight they looked as if they were painted directly onto her skin. The look was topped off with a pair of thigh high leather boots. Sam groaned. She was sexy as sin and his body was definitely reacting to it. He felt his body temperature rise and his breathing deepened. He knew where this was going, He took his focus off of her and trained his eyes above her head and on the stall door behind her as he spoke.

"I'm not scared, I just don't know what you want from me. I try to leave and you trap me in a stall. I guess i'm more confused then anything."

He could feel her watching his lips as he spoke, something about that was incredibly erotic. Maybe he just liked that someone seemed to appreciate his lips, something that caused him endless grief as a child. He kept his eyes focused on the stall door, not letting his thoughts linger to long on the possibility of her eyes tracing parts of his body.

As if she could sense the tension throbbing within him, she took a step back. Relief and disappointment flooded Sam's nerves. He needed the distance, but he missed the feel of her at the same time. He took a breath and refocused his eyes on her, making sure to keep them locked on her face. Her face was safer..but not by much.

"Sorry, I get carried away sometimes. You were just interesting to me is all. But I guess washroom abduction isn't everyones cup of tea" She laughed, and Sam smiled for the first time in a long time. It felt strange, but long over due. Sam stiffened, the action must have triggered something in dark his brain because almost instantly his mothers words came ringing in his ears. "If its at all possible for the muscles in ones face to atrophy, It'll definitely happen to you boy. Something isn't right with a young boy who doesn't smile." Sam grimaced at the memory, suddenly feeling self conscious of his smile. He quickly returned to a frown, lowering his head as he often did when he was uncomfortable. Will I ever be normal, Sam questioned.

"Hey hey, look i'm sorry, don't get upset. I shouldn't have bothered you in the stall,I'm trying to work on my filter but I guess i've still got a long way to go." She sighed.

"Maybe another topic to bring up with your psychiatrist?" Sam spoke.

The girls eyes light up and she let out a laugh that filled the entire washroom. It was a full body laugh that had her bending at the knees, snorting between breaths. Sam didn't know why he said it, he was actually shocked that anything came out of his mouth at all. But after seeing her reaction, he was glad he let it slip. She was beautiful when she laughed, her smile spread broad across her face, her eyes twinkling in delight. The fact that Sam was able to elicit such joy from someone warmed him. It was so difficult for him to find joy for himself; so to bring it to someone else, someone like her, made Sam's heart swell.

"Good one." she sang as she wiped a tear from her eye. "I actually don't see a psychiatrist. I probably should though. Maybe they can help me understand why I felt like trapping a cute boy in the ladies room was an effective way to flirt." she laughed, combing her fingers through her hair.

Sam froze. Did she just say cute? Did she say she was trying to flirt? Sam's face reddened, his palms moistened and his insides felt like a dozen butterflies had travelled down his throat and gathered in his abdomen. Keep it together Evans, you've already had one nervous break down tonight, let's not make it two. Breathe.

Sam cleared his throat and went to speak, when suddenly the sound of the washroom door opening silenced him.Shit. He had forgotten that this was the ladies room entirely. Maybe if they where quiet enough they wouldn't get caught and they could continue their conversation. Sam desperately wanted to continue this conversation, especially after her latest revelation.

"Mercedes? Are you still in here?" A voice rang out. She spun around and reached for the handle, swinging the door open. Sam gasped and moved to hide his body behind the door, shielding himself from view as much as possible. So Mercedes is her name. It had only been a few minutes, but Sam already knew that name would be on his mind for the rest of his life.

Mercedes stepped out into the washroom "Yeah i'm right here, San, what's up?"

"Whats up is that your on in 5." Santana said sarcastically. "Lets go before Rachel tries to high jack your spot once again."

"Ha, she wishes. Is everything set up?"

"I got you covered mama, now go blow the roof off this place."

The two laughed and Sam could hear them leave the washroom. The door slammed shut and an impossibly long echo filled the room. Sam moved from behind the stall door and closed it, locking himself inside. He moved to the back of the stall and pressed his back against the cold hard stone, trying to remember how it felt the last time he was in this position, when she was close enough to touch.

"Mercedes" He whispered, letting her name dance across his lips. How was this happening to him? He wasn't even sure what "this" was. But it was something, something he desperately wanted to explore.

How was it that just over ten minutes ago he was considering trying "The disappearing act" for a fourth time, but now the thought of never waking up was the most terrifying concept to him?

Sam's thoughts where cut short when he heard what seemed to be a person speaking into a microphone echo through the bathroom walls.

"And up next, we have the very beautiful, and very talented "Mrs Mercedes Jones!"

"How was it that just over ten minutes ago he was considering trying "The disappearing act" for a fourth time, but now the thought of never waking up was the most terrifying concept to him."

She was how.

Sam leapt from the bathroom stall and sprinted towards the washroom doors. He didn't want to miss this, he didn't want to miss a single moment of the "Very beautiful, and very talented Mrs Mercedes Jones."