DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE

STEPHANIE-BLAKE LIVELY

TYLER WEST-AUSTIN BUTLER


"SANTANA" she yelled happily. She pulled her into a big hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Well hello Aretha," she kissed Mercedes on her lips. Sam rolled his eyes at how Mercedes was giggling. "I was just in town and thought I would stop by and see my best friend."

"Well you stopped by, now get out!" Sam said, not really trying have the loud mouth Latina in his house.

"Sam don't be rude," Mercedes glared at him.

"Oh stop being a little bitch Trout." She said to him. "I really don't understand you. I don't know if the freshly cut grass that you practice on everyday that has your brain cells dropping or is it that your mouth ratio is all fucked up?" She smirked at him.

"You guys.." Mercedes stressed.

"Fuck you SATAN". He walked back to the bedroom, grab a shirt and his iPod and put on his running shoes. He walked pass them and muttered, "Don't wait up"

"Baby" Mercedes called after him.

"Oh let him go Mercedes, he probably has a nightly meeting with his fishwater gang." She laughed as she headed into the house.

"This is going to be a long night." She sighed and closed the front door.


After getting Santana settled into the guest room, Mercedes headed back downstairs to clean up the mess from her and Sam's dinner. She sighed just thinking about how Sam just walked out once again. Sam didn't like Santana. Point, Blank, Period. Mercedes understood why, but Sam just needed to let it go. She headed back to their room to wait for her boyfriend.

Sam ran. He ran he know for about 35 minutes. He did not like Santana. Something happened between them a long time ago that he wish he could just let go, but he couldn't. He know it hurts Mercedes knowing that her boyfriend can't get alone with her one of best friends. And every time she comes around him, he just gets pissed off. Instead of talking about it with Mercedes, he just shuts her out. He felt like shit tonight when he saw the hurt look on her face. So he finally made his way back to house to apologize to her and hopefully continue where the left off before they were interrupted. He opened up the front door and closed it. He took off his shoes and place his iPod on the counter and made his way upstairs.

When he made it to their room, he saw that she was facing away from him. He sighed and went around the bed to face her, he definitely felt like a dick when he saw that she had been crying.

"Baby..I'm sorry" he said.

"I just don't understand why you guys can't just get alone." She whispered

"I just..Mercedes you know why." he sighed and ran his hand through his sweaty dirty blonde hair.

"No I fucking don't Sam," she said, voice rising as she sat up in the bed look him straight in his eyes,"you always shut me out on this situation."

"Dammit Mercedes, let it fucking go! He yelled,"I told you my reasons, and you just keep pushing and pushing. It pisses me off so much! Just STOP trying to make everything work between me and Santana, because it not going to fucking happen" he screamed, face beet red..chest going up and down heavily. It was quiet. The quietness lasted for a good 2 minutes.

Their bedroom door swung opened. "What the hell is going on in here?" Santana asked as her eyes went from Sam to Mercedes.

Mercedes stood up from the bed and slapped him across his face. She was shaking in anger, she started crying softly. "Fuck you, Sam" she said quietly as she turned away from him. She grabbed her pillow and blanket and headed downstairs to the other guest room. There was no way in hell she was sleeping with him tonight.

Santana grunted, "Way to fucking go Guppy." She turned around and walked out slamming the door behind her.

Sam glared at Santana as he rubbed the side of his stinging face. He finally lost it and punched the wall. He bit his lip as he felt pain shooting through his fist. He headed toward the bathroom to finally take a shower. This is not how he planned for their night to go.


Mercedes woke up the next morning completely drain. She had been crying all night, she stood up and went to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, her eyes were puffy and blood shot red. She sighed shaking her head as she put her glasses on. She headed toward their bedroom. She walked in the room and went straight to her closet, completely ignoring Sam. She picked out a short sleeved navy blue dress, and her studded tan flats. She went to her vanity, she decided to go natural on make-up, she put a little mascara on and clear lip gloss. She didn't even bother to fix her, she threw it in a messy bun.

Sam had the day off so he was just going to rest for the day. He watched as she entered the room completely ignoring him. He sighed, he knew he went too far last night. He was just so angry. He saw her come back out and sit at her vanity.

"Mercedes..um..can we talk?" He asked softly

"I can't...I'm going to be late for work." She said barely above a whisper. She finished her hair and stood and made her toward the door.

Sam hoped off the bed and made it to the door before she could even leave out. Staring her straight in her eyes, "I'm sorry baby. I really am. I was just irritated and pissed off," He said

Get annoyed by his actions, "I don't know what you really want me to say. Apparently all I do push and push, so yeah I'll see you later." She spat back at him. She moved around him, and headed out the door to meet Santana for some breakfast before work.

He sighed. "Dammit Sam, you have to make this right." He thought about what he could do to make this up to her. He called a number in his contact list. "Hey, I need your help.."


After barely eating anything at breakfast with Santana, Mercedes headed to the teachers lounge. She poured herself a cup of coffee. She watch the milk and sugar dissolve in the cup; she was in her own little world until she heard someone clearing their throat. She jumped, and turned around to see who it was and was met with the most bluish/greenish colored eyes ever.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you,"said the stranger.

"No, umm... It's okay." Mercedes smiled gently at the man.

She stared at him. He was tall. He had worn a dress shirt with two buttons undone, a nice pair of jeans and some converses. He had short dirty blonde hair like Sam's. He definitely looked like the surfer boy type.

"Oh, where are my manners. I'm Tyler West," he smiled and held out his hand for her to shake it ,"I'm the new Physics teacher."

She she smiled and shook his hand. "I'm Mercedes Jones, I'm the choral director and General Music teacher."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Jones." he said as he stared her in her eyes."I hope I don't come off as a creep by saying this, but..umm..you're are very beautiful.

She blushed. She self consciously fixed her glasses. "Thank you." she looked at her watch, "Um if you will excuse me, it's time for my next class." she looked up at him, "It was very nice meeting you." She parted with a small wave.

"You too." He smiled as he watched her walk away.


Sam left the house at noon. He dressed casual in a henley, some jeans, and his converse. He was going to fix this situation with Mercedes and he drove a hour and a half to the person who he new could help. He turned into the neighborhood and went straight to the house. He blew his horn.

Then he saw her. The beautiful blonde had her hair in side fishtail braid, floral roper, and sandals.

"What ever happened to the gentlemanly way of coming to the door and knocking?", She asked

"Well when your on a time schedule that doesn't applies." He smirked at her glare, but got out the truck and open the passenger side door for her.

"You know your such an ass sometimes Sammy." She smiled and lean in and kiss his cheeks.

He grunted. "Tell me something I don't know."

She laughed. He drove into Orlando were they were going to grab some lunch. He pulled up to this Cuban bistro, Padrino's. He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out the truck and went to the passenger side and helped her out. He was hoping there were no paps didn't show up, unfortunately for him that didn't happen.

"SAM? SAM? SAM EVANS? WHO IS THIS? ARE YOU CHEATING ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND? WHY? WHO KNEW TAMPA BAYS NEW QUARTERBACK WAS A PLAYER! WHAT ARE DOING HERE? CAN WE HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU TWO TOGETHER? HOW ARE YOU LIKING TAMPA? SAM? SAM?"

"How do you fucking deal with this shit everyday." The mystery girl asked as she grabs his hand and pushed her way through the vultures.

"I really don't know." He said as he told the hostess he wanted a table for two. She looked shocked at first but then got him a table right away.

"Can we sit outside, I'm afraid I am going to loose my good tan?" she girl said as she stared at her legs.

Sam stood, mouth agaped, ''We live in fucking Florida Steph..I don't think that's possible." Sam told his sister.

Stephanie strugged, "I'm just saying." The hostess led them outside. She asked them if this was fine and if they needed anything else, she mainly directed herself to Sam which was irritating the hell out of his sister.

"No, I-," Sam started but was interrupted by his sister.

"No, we're fine." Stephanie answered the hostess who sent a glare her way but smile at Sam as she left.

Sam had to tucked in his lips to suppress his laugh. His sister was very blunt. She always called out bullshit if she saw it, that's why her and Mercedes got along so well. They are so alike that it is scary. With her being the oldest out of four children, Sam always loved to come to her for advice.

She put down the menu. "So what's up baby brother, how's life treating you?" She asked sipping on her water.

Sam sighed.

"That bad huh?" She said. Sam shook his head. He told her everything that went yesterday from Santana to his argument with Mercedes. He knew his sister would call him out on it, and he actually prepared himself for the lashing out.

"Your such an asshole Sam I swear!" She glared at him. Sam gulped, he started to say something but she held her hand, he automatically shut up. "First.. Why the hell did you yell at her?"

Sam bit his lip. "I-I swear I didn't mean it..I..I was just soo mad.

Stephanie shook her head. "Sam you need to let this thing with Santana go, it happened..it's over with chipmunk.

Sam closed his eyes. He felt like a little kid getting chastised. He really wanted to let it go, he should. He was willing to try.

"I'll try." He whispered.

She smiled. She loved her little brother so much. She got up and hug him, then kissed him on the cheek. "Now let's discuss how we're going to get Mercedes back talking to you."

They spent the rest of the lunch peacefully, well except for Stephanie almost strangling the hostess. Sam headed back home with one mission. To make things right with his lady.


A/N WOW. I appreciate all the love I have gotten for this story so far (:

Few things to discuss here: My tumblr is "keepcalmandloveme15". lol yes that's me!

OKAY.. moving on! Yay to people who guess that the person was Santana!

What do you think went down between Samtana?

What do you guys think of Tyler West?

AND tsk. tsk. for any of you who thought Sam was cheating on Mercedes.

STEPHANIE is awesome sauce. lmao (lame I know)

Okay, I'm going to stop rambling, but Pt. 2 will be updated on Tuesday!