Hey Guys! SO after a couple requests and a lot of thought on the future of this fic; I've decided that I'm going to start switching up on the POVS of my characters. Its mostly going to be Sam and Mercedes' views. So, this chapter is basically going to be Sam's POV dating back to the first tutoring session then the next will be Mercedes and its going to be switching back and forth. And they're probably will be switching of the POVS within the chapters too. Oh and another thing, I kind of made and edit; Sam has like a scruffy beard/mustache goatee. (He still looks hot) ;I just thought it adds to his persona in this story. I hope you guys like it!

You know the drill: I do not own glee but if I did Samcedes would be together forever, would have their own spinoff and we'd get to see Sam's natural brown hair!

Sam POV

4:45pm. Sam was zoning out. As usual his professors strong German accent was distracting from the already dizzying combinatorics lesson. Sam scratched at his beard; Damn, I really should shave this. Maybe when its not so fucking freezing outside. When it came to his looks Sam didn't really think much of himself. He knew he wasn't bad looking; he had just accepted what he had.

His heights actually pretty good, not tall enough to play basketball professionally but good. However, being overweight in middle school had seriously wrecked his self-esteem and even after he lost the weight from playing basketball he still felt weird about his looks. Honestly the only time I look good are in pictures dad takes. But thats just great lighting. His eyes are too green, too far apart and his hair can't decide whether it wants to be brown or blonde.

But those are nothing compared to how Sam feels about his mouth; one of the main reasons Sam started growing out his facial hair after high school was to distract from his massive mouth. Sam self-consciously rubs his face again. He's brought out of his thoughts when his phone buzzes. He looks around and the cute brunette two seats away is staring at him. He gives her a small smile but she frowns in distaste at the fact that he hadn't turned off his phone for class.

Good going Sam. He considers himself a pretty friendly person, Apparently too friendly; he often attributes it to his North Western upbringing but he's also a little quirky and pretty awkward around girls. He has friends who are girls and he did have a girlfriend once. At one point he felt he might have really liked her, but probably mostly because she had been his first. What guy wouldn't have residual feelings for the first girl he had sex with? That is unless they were both too drunk to remember anything. The sex had been pretty good they both agreed but they had also agreed it was having sex with like a sibling and neither one of them were into Game of Thrones-esque incest. Ultimately they decided it was better they stayed friends but they had drifted apart afterwards and didn't talk too much now. On that semi-depressing note Sam looks down at his beat up Iphone 3g, it's a text from Will.

Will: Hey, remember you're tutoring that girl today at 5:30

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Will: You forgot didn't you?

Shit. Sam had completely forgot he started tutoring today. Its not like he has plans. He rarely ever has plans. When he does its just for a photography shoot but otherwise...nothing. Now he was going to have to be responsible for yet another thing. Senior year probably had to be more stressful than any other year combined in both college and high school. Majoring in both math and jazz performance was a workload that he hadn't originally expected. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it was starting to seem like he was only going to complete the necessary credits for jazz this year. Leaving him to have to take another year to complete the math portion of his degree. He was grateful that Will had texted him about tutoring.

Its not like he really needed the money. His parents were pretty well off and were glad to support him until he got settled (he was at NYU on a full scholarship anyway) but Sam felt he needed to start really earning a living and was trying to wean himself off being supported by his parents. He was going to be graduating relatively soon, and he really needs to think economically especially since he Will, Blaine and Artie were renting. And rent in New York City is anything but cheap.

Sam: Ermmmm, maybe? But thanks for reminding me.

Will replied a few seconds later.

Will: No problem but get back to that crazy shit you call math.

Sam smirked. His friends were the best.

Unbeknownst to him the cute brunette who had previously snuffed him was staring at him, God he's hot. Too bad guys that hot are like gay 90% of the time.

5:25pm

I rush from class in the frigid weather to the NYU building where tutoring is taking place. I hope I'm not late or anything. Sam gets in the elevator and rides up to the 7th floor; once he gets off he looks around and sees no ones in sight. He walks down the hallway and he sees another set of elevators. Well it isn't 5:30 yet. I guess she's not here. It's actually pretty quiet in here. Sam sits down in once of the lounge chairs next to elevators.

I guess I'll just wait then. Sam waits a couple more minutes and checks his phone, Hmmm, its 5:35 now. Sam gets up and starts pacing. Down the hall he sees a rather short girl pacing and looking at her phone and it doesn't even register to him that might be the girl he's tutoring. Woah, she's cute I mean her face…her body is like wow.

Sam prides himself on being attracted to girls of all persuasions but this girl was like nothing he'd ever seen. She's wearing like a girls version of his black pea coat and had a gray skully perched on top of her braided head. Should I introduce myself? Or say hi? Aggg why am I so damn awkward!? I'm probably staring. She looks up from her phone and I'm looking into two of the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen.

They're large and round and slightly wide set and just...Stunning. But she upon closer inspection she looks kind of young. A freshman? She speaks in low smooth voice. "Are you Sam?" Shit! This is the girl I'm tutoring? God that means she's like 16; Will didn't mention anything about her being like super gorgeous. Ah, damn well why would he? He wouldn't even think of her that way. Aww man she's shivering; Sam pull it together she's too young! "Yes. Hey" I shake her hand and remark at how soft it is... and how nice her hand feels in mine. Sam stop.

She speaks again in a slightly more nervous tone "I'm Mercedes, sorry I'm a little late. I just had swimming and there was this mess with the R train and..." Sam can't help but inwardly smile, She doesn't even know that without Will's help I wouldn't even be here. Sam cant figure out but he feels like he needs to reassure her that it was ok, It's only five minutes he thought. "Its alright, gotta love the MTA," he smiled at her. Immediately he knew it was the wrong think to do as her already dark brown eyes darken and she averts her eyes. Silence. God. I even make 16 year old girls uncomfortable. Why do I even try? It's all right I guess, I'm here to try and help her out and that's what I'm going to fucking do. "Do you want to get started?" "Yeah sure," she says in a significantly higher pitched voice. I cringe. Knowing its my fault that she's uncomfortable. Can I not do anything right? I lead her to the nearest lounge chair next to a table and she quietly starts to take out her books. I'm just going to try harder not to creep her out. Something about her makes me smile again, despite my best judgment. "So, what are your issues with Algebra 2?"

It takes her a second to respond, but she speaks in her normal voice, "Just about everything, I mean I feel like I occasionally understand the material, but when it comes to homework or tests, I just can't perform; I study like crazy but his tests are kind of insane. I'm not the only one with issues in the class either. He expects us to randomly apply what he's taught us. It can be so frustrating." I can't help being mesmerized not only by her face but also with how she speaks. Her words flow so organically and she talks with her hands. They aren't that small but they are so delicate and soft looking and would…gahhh. She looks at me and I realize I was staring, so I quickly start speaking and avert my eyes.

"Your teacher emailed me and he said he wanted us to cover not only what you're working on in class but more basic algebra." She looks down, seemingly ashamed. Sam what the hell? You probably just made her feel like shit. What should I say? "Just to see where you're at." She's still quiet. Man I've really fucked up this time. I run my fingers through my hair and down my beard. Why is this so damn hard? "Why don't we just work on current things today?" I hope I said the right thing this time. She seems to be deep in thought but she speaks. "My teacher said that he'd give me an algebra 1 practice book, but I don't have it today. Maybe the next time we meet?" Great! It seems like there's going to be a 'next time', seems like you didn't blow it Sam. Wait…blow what? "Sounds good." She lets out a breath and I feel myself start breathing easier.

She starts taking off her jacket and I have to avert my eyes because I can't trust myself not stare her body down. Eventually I look and I know I'm in hell. What's the difference? I'm going to kill Will. She wearing her school uniform shirt which fits way to tightly across her….God, I feel like such a fucking perv. Just focus on tutoring her Sam, focus on tutoring. We work through the problems and it disappoints me to see such an obviously intelligent girl have so many issues with the subject. Looking over her work she is obviously competent and seems to be picking up everything really well. The amount of issues she has with the class cant be only her fault. There are some clerical issues and I honestly believe that when a student has so many issues with a class then there has to be something up with the teacher as well. Her voice interrupts my thoughts, "Well...that is pretty much it. I actually completed an assignment! Thank you!"She does a little fist pump, something inside me stirs that I'm not sure I really want to admit the nature of. Simply, it makes me feel amazing that I could help someone finish an assignment so well.

"Its no problem," I can't help but grin like a cheeky bastard. I see her eyes flit to my teeth. Crap, my gap. I close my mouth quickly suddenly feeling self conscious. Her cell phone rings and its her mom, by the way she's speaking to her I can tell they have a close relationship and she's actual respects her. God, what am I going to do about this? Focus Sam. I should meet her mom or something to figure out times and days. Soooo?" "Oh, sorry my mom is going to come out in a few minutes to talk times and things. Is that ok?" "Yeah, I was just going to ask about that."

Its quiet now and I can hear her breathing. I stare at my shoes and notice the stark contrast of the brown leather against the gray of the carpet. Should I make conversation? I mean she probably wouldn't want to talk to me. I'm not that interesting. Then she speaks. "So, you play guitar?" I look up at her and I really take her in. I feel my heart rate increase. Shit. The sun is setting outside and is casting a glow on her face that seems almost too perfect. I wish I had my camera or something. What the hell? Come on Sam stop you're being such a fucking creeper.

"Yeah, I've been playing jazz guitar since I was like seven." She seems really impressed and I shift under her gaze. "Really? Jazz? Seven? That's amazing! I wish I played an instrument. I'm only good with like drawing and painting." "Really? That's awesome." I say taking off my hat and muss up my hair, "I can't draw for my life. Which is funny since my mom draws and paints too." Wait, why did I just mention my mom? I shift again, I need some coffee or something, I can't even think straight right now.

There's a pause and she starts speaking again. "Erm, what year are you? I mean,um... what are you majoring in?" "I'm at Steinhardt for Mathematics and Jazz performance actually. And I'm a senior.""Oh! Wow. That's...cool" She pauses again. Why can't I come up with anything to say to her? She starts speaking again, "How was your holiday?" "Oh, I went to Seattle to see family. Which is always awesome."

Her eyes widen in surprise, "I was out there too! I love Seattle. I really think I want to go to the University of Washington." Wow. Honestly that makes her 10 times cooler. Of all places? I mean both of my parents went there. Is this girl real? I respond in shock "Really? Do you have fam-" "Hey honey!" I'm interrupted by what seems to be Mercedes' mother. They look and sound a lot a like but Mercedes body type is well more… just more. She turns to introduce herself and seems to be a very energetic but likable woman.

The few times I glance over to Mercedes she seems bewildered especially when her mom gives away her nickname Mercy. Mercy…thats...nice. I inwardly smile. Her mother prompts us to exchange numbers and I decide for professionalism to give her mom the card but use my cell phone to input her number. I want to be as relatable as humanly possible. "Sam A. Evans," her mom reads out, "What does the 'A' stand for?"

Haha, nothing like explaining my middle name "Ahh, Alessio. It's Italian. My great grandfather changed our name to Evans when he got to Washington. Why Evans of all names I'll never know." I laugh. According to my dad he was real character. I stand up to leave; I turn around to look at Mercy, Dammit Sam you really can't start on that nickname. You'll only get like attached. Its best not even to say her name that much. "I'll see you Friday," I turn to her mom "It was nice meeting you," he says as he gets on the elevator. "Bye,"

I exhale after the elevator doors closes. Its days like these that make me wish I were a smoker. I head out the building and go to Starbucks to grab a quick coffee and take the train over to our apartment. Should I tell Will how pissed I am at him? He wouldn't really understand though would he?

I walk into our apartment and Will and Blaine are already they're sitting on the couch talking about their kind of neo jazz band 'The Crew Team'. Our apartment is actually pretty decently sized and priced for Manhattan. "Hey man, Artie is at the studio late tonight. But how did tutoring go?"I through down my bag and walk over to the fridge which proves to be pretty much empty save a can of wasabi powder;Why do we have this and shouldn't it be in this be in the cabinet?. And a jar of pickles.

I turn my back to Will to hide my smile. Despite all the shit they put me through, Will Scheuster, Blaine Anderson and Artie Abrams have to be the greatest friends alive. We all met through NYU's jazz program with Will on the sax, Artie on the upright bass and Blaine on the horn. We sound seriously dope when we jam together. "It was great man. Mercy-Mercedes is a good kid." I feel my face heat up as I think of her.

Blaine speaks next "Well that's good dude, what's your schedule going to be like now?" "Pretty much the same, I mean I'll just be tutoring her Tuesdays and Fridays from 5:30 to 6:30. It's no big deal." Will gets up from the couch and heads over to the fridge and slicks back his hair, "Theres nothing in there." He ignores me and miraculously pulls out a beer from the bottom drawer. He twists it open takes a swig and says "Well...glad it went well-" "Now tell us why your smiling like a pedo at a playground?"Blaine interrupts. Will arches his brow as he takes another swig from the beer.

God, any other time I'd be cracking up but… "Err, no reason. You guys are constantly going off about how damn smiley I am." Will of course sees right through the bullshit and Blaine turns around from the couch, clearly sensing some shit on the horizon. "Yes, you're very fucking happy which I cannot understand seeing that you come from the rainforest that is Seattle. BUT you seem extra smiley." Blaine enters the conversation, "What, did you meet someone?" Immediately I think of Mercedes' glowing smile and freak out. No, this can't happen. "Dude, come on you know I never meet anyone."

Blaine cuts in "Yes, but we haven't seen you this fucking smiley since you got your cherry popped by erm…" He snaps at Will to finish his sentence, "Melissa." "Yes! Dear sweet Melissa, who, despite my raging gay-ness has a rather nice ass if I say so myself." Will laughs and says, "I second that notion." "I've seen better!" "Oh, ho, ho!" Blaine says, "So you did meet someone? What's her name? What's her siigggggnn?"

I start laughing, "Fuck off man, and what'd I tell you about quoting Biggie?" With that my phone rings, "Guys shut up its my parents," I pick up the phone. "Hey mom." From the background Blaine and Will shout, "MAMA B! R MAN" (Their nicknames for my parents Barbara and Russell, who are kind of the definition of West Coast hippies gone refined(ish)). "Hey Sammy, lemme put you on speaker phone your dad wants to talk to you too. How was tutoring today?" Damn, did everyone remember that it was today except me? Blaine and Will turn to Shanghai Palace's menu. It was takeout night. Then again every night is. "It was pretty good I guess." I smile thinking of Mercedes' fist pump when she finished her homework.

My dad's deep voice comes through on the line "Is that a smile I hear? Is this the girl you're are tutoring? Whats her name?" Why does everyone seem to know me better than I know myself? "Hey dad." I say avoiding the actual question. "Hey Sam. Now answer the question." "Ah, dad its not like that. I'm just tutoring her and her names Mercedes. Besides she's 16. Which is like really not ok." As I say this Will looks up from the couch and gives me a death glare. I avoid his gaze and lower my voice. "That didn't stop your father!" my mom says with a laugh.

My parents are 7 years apart and met when my mom was 20 and she moved to Seattle as a transfer student from the University of Oregon to the University of Washington where he had graduated from. "Well, she is still a minor hun," my dad says directed to my mom. "Hey Sam, just be careful ok? Trust me I know about age differences." "Yeah dad. But seriously it's not like that. She's just a nice girl."

"Right. Sure ok son. She'd be crazy not to like you and when you do admit to yourself that you might have feelings for her," "But-" I begin to interrupt. "Which you most likely will. You wait for her to turn 18 or 17, I'm never sure of these 'age of consent' laws. Make sure not to screw it up before then." I let out a long sigh. "Dad, its really not like that she's cool and I'm just interested in tutoring her. I did have something funny to mention to you about her though." I can practically hear my mom shaking her head. "Well I guess I can let you rant about her a little so go ahead." "Well um…" I look over at Blaine and Will who are eyeing me closely. I go into my room and shut the door, "She's..."

...

I get off the phone with my parents and Blaine and Will are staring at me. "What?" I know whats coming. Will spoke "Dude, you do realize that this a relatively small apartment and we know you pretty fucking well right? "Erm, yes?" "Then how do you think you could have a conversation basically telling your parents about your 16 year old tutee and expect us, not to figure out that you like her?" Will looks pissed and Blaine just looks amused, I look back and forth at between them, the Shanghai Palace menu sitting on the table.

Shit.

"I'm not really feeling Chinese tonight...How about Mexican?"

I hope you guys liked it! Yeah so Will is actually Will Scheuster, I thought he should be in here somewhere. He's just 22 instead of being in his 30s.