A/N: Hey guys! Here is the latest chapter of Gleelight. I've already started the next chapter so be on the look out for it in a day or three. Thank you guys for you continuing support. It means so much. It keeps me motivated. I had no idea that people were going to like this story so much but I'm glad that you do.

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After school I followed Sam though the woods again. He took me to the meadow. Our meadow. He pulled me down next to him on the ground. His was body was cold as ice but there was always this heat between us that neither of us could explain. I would never admit it, but I had waited all day for this. I had wanted to skip with him but Gordon would have been upset and I honestly didn't want to risk being grounded.

"You wanted to talk." I said looking into his eyes. "Talk."

"Do you have any questions for me?" Sam asked as we lay down.

"Of course I do."

"Ask away."

"Does a person have to be dying to become like you?" I asked my head on his chest.

"No, that's just Will. He would never do this to someone who had another option."

"How long have you been like this?"

"Since 1918. Will found Quinn and I in a hospital dying of Spanish influenza. Our mother had died a few months before us. The disease didn't have a tendency to kill people her age but she had always had a weakened immune system." Sam said quietly.

"What does it feel like?"

"The venom..."

"Venom?" I asked.

"All of our bodily fluids are venom. It's like...acid." Sam explained.

"Oh. Continue please." I said snuggling in closer to him.

"The venom was excruciating. Like your entire body being set on fire." he said with a glance at me. I listened intently. "But what Will did was much harder. Not many of us have the restraint to do that."

"But didn't he just have to bite?" I asked.

"Not exactly. When we taste human blood a sort of frenzy begins; and it's almost impossible to stop." Sam informed me.

"But Will did." I said softly.

"Yes. First with me and my sister and then with his wife, Emma."

"Emma. The guidance counselor."

"Yes. Will and Emma decided that my siblings and I needed someone to watch over us. Will is a doctor and Emma is a certified therapist. She was the best fit." Sam said with a chuckle.

"Oh. So, is Will the real reason you don't kill people?" I inquired. It seemed to me that he had a great deal of respect for Will. His voice always held a proud tone whenever he spoke about him.

"No, he's not the only reason." Sam said plainly. "I don't want to be a monster, Mercedes. My family, we think of ourselves as vegetarians, 'cause we only survive on the blood of animals. It's like a human only living on tofu. It keeps you strong but you're never fully satisfied." Sam said. "It wouldn't be like drinking your blood, for instance." he chuckled. I didn't turn that comment over. What was I supposed to say anyway? I just moved one to the next question.

"Was it other vampires that killed Toby?" I asked.

"Yeah. There are others out there, we run into them from time to time." I nodded in understanding of his statement.

"Can the rest of your family read people's minds like you can?"

"No, that's just me. But Tina can see the future."

"I bet she saw me coming." I said with a smile.

"Tina's visions are subjective." he said loudly, his tone making me jump slightly. "I mean, the future can always change." Sam said sitting up.

"Ok. I get what. What about everyone else?" I said sitting up too.

"Finn has super strength."

"Don't you have that?"

"Not like him." Sam said. "He's stronger than the average vampire."

"Oh. What are about Rachel?"

"Beauty. It's not something tangible. It's just she's so beautiful, vampires and people a like get..."

"Wrapped up in it?" I finished for him. He nodded. "Um, what about Mike? He always seems so uncomfortable."

"He's fine but he has mood control." Sam said cutting his eyes at me.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means he can make you feel any way he wants."

"Oh. Hmph."

"Everyone else is not run of the mill but not exceptional." Sam said.

"I think being a vampire is exceptional." I muttered.

"It's not." he whispered.

"Ok, true or false; vampires are like statues?" I said trying to trying to lighten the mood of the conversation.

"False." Sam said smiling at me. "That's stupid." I laughed out loud. "Next."

"Ok, um, vampires don't like garlic."

"False. It's amazing in white sauce."

"True of false; vampires burn in the sun." I said intrigued.

"True. It's not like the sun's out, you stand in and then you explode. It's, for a lack of a better term, a slow burn. I've never seen it happen but Will's told me stories." Sam said looking away from me.

"Is that why you guys ditch when it's nice out?" I asked.

"No. We hunt on those days. It's easier to get around and the animals are out." he said. "Plus we all wear these." he said holding out his hand to me. It was ring with a beautiful deep blue stone and what I assumed was his family's crest.

"What is this?"

"It's a daylight ring. It allows us to walk in the sun, like normal humans."

"Oh. Everyone in your family has a ring like this?" I questioned, my fingers tracing the designs on the ring.

"Rings, bracelets, necklaces. All manner of jewelry." Sam said interlocking his fingers with mine.

"Where did you get them?"

"A woman who claims to be a witch."

"She must have actually been one. You wear this ring." I said looking him in the eye. "It's ok. You can say she was a witch. I know they exist outside of Harry Potter." I chuckled. He smiled at me and kissed the back of my hand.

"I should get you home." he said getting to his feet. He pulled me up and put me on his back. "You ready?" he asked. I nodded my head and suddenly everything was speeding past me.


The week sped by. Sam and I spent everyday in the meadow together after school. Talking. Getting to know each other. I told him about my love of Whitney Houston and singing and how I'm have a tendency to be clumsy. He asked me questions about my childhood and about how I liked L.A., he asked me questions about my mom and Grant and Gordon. We left no stone unturned.

We had decided that on Friday we were going to hang out at my house. At least outside. My car needed to be washed and it was going to be a cloudy rainless day. He had agreed and brought me home. Friday morning before he showed up to take me to school, I grabbed all the car washing tools from the closet under the stairs and put them on the front porch.

The school was long and tedious. We had a couple of tests coming up and a physical fitness exam. Oh yay. Sam and I sat alone at lunch time. We talked about books and music and movies. He was so funny and special. I found myself falling for him more and more with each passing moment. After lunch we parted ways and I was accosted by Greg.

"Hey." he said catching up to me in the hallway.

"Hi."

"Here." he said handing me a piece of paper. I smiled at him and read it.

Monte Carlo Prom

Games, dancing and "drinks"

Come one, come all!

"Monte Carlo?" I asked quirking my eyebrow.

"It was Jerry and prom committee's idea." Greg said. "Anyway, uh, if your plans fall through, you gonna go?"

"I don't know." I shrugged handing him the flyer back.

"It won't be the same without ya." he said with a boyish grin.

"Thanks. I'm pretty sure my plans will be in tact but thanks for thinking of me." I smiled back. He just nodded and walked away. I sighed and opened my locker. I didn't like disappointing people but I really didn't want to go to the prom. I love dancing. I love close dancing but I'm not at all that interested in people watching me do either. Yes, I know they'll be with their dates but my brain won't realize it. It's just better if I go to San Diego.

When the final bell rang, I exited the building and met Sam by his car in the middle of the parking lot.

"You ready?" he asked opening the car door for me. I smiled as got inside. As he passed by the windshield I noticed his sister Rachel, giving one or both of us the death stare.

"Is Rachel ok?" I asked as he started the car.

"She had a tendency to be...over-dramatic." he said as he backed out of the space and sped from the lot.


Sam sat on the hood of his car and watched me wash my baby. Every now and then when I would glance at him, I could tell he was deep in thought. I bent down to wash the bottom of the door and when I stood back up, he was standing on the roof of my car. He jumped down to the trunk and then the ground.

"Can you at least act human? I have neighbors." I said teasingly. He didn't turn it over but he looked like he had something on his mind. "What?"

"I'm gonna take you to my place tomorrow." he blurted out. I looked at him wide eyed. He reached over and pulled my wheel well and fixed the dent.

"Thanks." I said with a smile that quickly faded when what he said clicked in my head. "Wait, you mean with your family?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal.

"What if they don't like me?" I questioned. That was important to me. They're his family. If they hated me then what would that mean for us.

"So, you're worried not because you'll be in a house full of vampires, but because you think they won't approve of you?" he asked with a chuckle.

"I'm glad I amuse you." I said with a grin. Suddenly, he sniffed and looked down the street. "What is it?"

"Complication." he answered. He sighed heavily, "I'll pick you up tomorrow." I nodded and watched him pull away. He passed Travis and Maverick. It was a weird moment but I brush it aside and put the car washing stuff back on the porch.

"Hey, come to visit your car?" I asked meeting them in the driveway.

"Yeah. Looks good. Got that dent out." Maverick said as he pushed his dad toward me.

"Yeah." I said smiling at the thought of Sam just pulling the dent out.

"Actually, we came to visit your flat-screen." Travis said "First Reds game of the season." he said as Mav examined the car. "Plus Maverick here keeps bugging me about seeing you again."

"Great, Dad. Thanks." he said trying to hid his blush. I smiled sweetly.

"Just keeping it real, son." Travis said grinning up at his son." I turned my head to keep from laughing.

"Ice Blues." Gordon said as he got out of his car and handed Travis two six packs of beer.

"Well done, Doc." Travis said. "Winston Littleleaf's homemade fish fry." he said handing a paper brown bag to Maverick.

"Good man." Gordon said with a large smile.

"Any luck with that Toby case?" Travis asked my dad as he pushed him toward the front of the house. The Native American's eyes were locked on me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Well, the police don't think it was an animal that killed him." Gordon informed him.

"Never thought it was." Travis said matter of factly.

"You should spread the word out at the rez, huh? Keep the kids out of the woods."

"Will do." Travis said as my dad and Maverick lifted his chair. "Don't want no one else getting hurt, do we?" he said his eyes locked on mine. I felt like he knew something. Like he knew the secret I was keeping; about Sam. But was that so far out of the realm of possibility? Maverick told me the story of the Daculette people. Maybe he did know something. Well if he did, I wasn't going to be the one to bring it up.

I took the bag of fish fry from Maverick and headed straight to the kitchen. There were only a few things in life I didn't care about; and baseball topped that short list. I started making dinner while the three of them yelled at the TV all after noon. I put my earbuds in and tried to lose myself in the angelic voice of Whitney but not even The Voice couldn't take my mind off of tomorrow.

I was going to meet the rest of the Schuesters. The idea was consuming and it made me nervous. As I sat at the table and peeled and sliced potatoes, I played out different scenarios in my head about how tomorrow was going to go. They all ended up with one or all of them hating me. I rinsed and dried the potato slices, put them in the skillet, shook some chopped onions and seasoning salt on them. The fish and the fried potatoes were done at about the same time as the game. I fixed everyone a plate and we sat down to dinner. I was quiet as they all chattered about the ins and outs of the game.

Gordon said he'd clear the dishes after he helped Maverick get Travis out side. I said goodnight to our guests and headed up to my room. I opened my laptop and was thankful my mom was on GoogleTalk.

"Hi mom." I typed.

"Hey baby." she answered.

"How are you doing?"

"Great. Grant and the band are putting on great shows. How are you?" she asked.

"Nervous." I said.

"Why? What's going on?"

"When you meet the family of good friend, what should you wear? What kind of impression should you want to make?" I asked as generally as I could. I wasn't exactly ready to tell my mom that I was in love with Sam; especially since she didn't even know he existed yet.

"Nothing to flashy but don't go out of your comfort zone. And as far as impressions go, I think I've got the best kid around so just be yourself. They'll love you." she answered honestly. I loved my mom. She always knew exactly what to say.

"Thanks Mom. That helped."

"You're welcome, baby girl. Oh and by the way, because it's getting late where you are you can tell me all about this boy later." my eyes grew as big as saucers. I forgot my mom could read me like a book, even via the internet.

"Right. Well, night Mom. Tell Grant I love him."

"I will. Sleep tight." she typed before ending the chat. I picked out my clothes and took a hot shower before climbing into bed. I had missed Sam from the moment he left this afternoon but I was starting to feel better as I drifted off to sleep because I knew he would see me in my dream land.


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