A/N: Hey guys! I hope everyone is doing well. I present to all of you the latest chapter of Gleelight. I'm really excited about the upcoming chapters. It should be fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading them.

I'm also excited about the sequel, Glee Moon. It'll be different to write but it'll also give me a chance to fix some things I think are wrong with The Twilight Saga: New Moon.

Anyway, Happy Reading!

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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own: Glee, The Twilight Saga: Twilight, any characters, words, places, characterizations from either, Hot Chelle Rae, Paramore, Jesse McCartney or anything else you can find in the real world.

-The views regarding Hot Chelle Rae are solely mine. You don't have to agree but please be aware that I don't care if you agree or not so DO NOT waste your time reviewing to tell me how wrong you think I am because again, I don't care. -M. K. Thomas-

THIS FANFICTION IS UNBETA'D. ALL MISTAKES ARE UNINTENTIONAL. APOLOGIES FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

When Gordon and I got home I went straight upstairs, grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom. I took a hot shower and decided to go sans pants tonight. I pulled on my purple t-shirt and cotton zebra print boy shorts. I entered my room, threw my pants to the side and sat cross legged at the head of my bed. I had a few options now. I could read the book that Mr. Murdoch assigned..again or I could call my mom and check in.

The mom option won.

"Hello." she answered happily.

"Hey Mom! How are you?" I said smiling.

"Oh baby, I'm great. How are you doing?"

"I'm great. How's the music stuff coming?"

"Grant's working so hard." mom said. "You know, tuning up the band." she joked. That was our code for Grant working harder than anyone in the band; he dubbed as their manager. "The house I want is so beautiful. You're gonna love San Diego, baby."

"Yeah?" I said. "I'm really liking Lima."

"What?" my mom said her voice full of disbelief.

"Lima is growing on me." I said beaming.

"Could a guy have anything to do that?" she asked always knowing how to decipher Mercedes speak.

"Well, yeah." I chuckled, blushing slightly at the thought of Sam.

"I knew it! Tell me everything. What is he? Jock? Indie?" she questioned excitedly. "Is he smart? I bet he's smart." she said. I was about to tell her about the awesomeness that is Sam Evans-Schuester when I heard my window slide open. I turned my head and gasped. Sam. He was in my room.

"Mom, can I...talk you later?" I asked my eyes locked on him as he closed the window.

"Come on, we gotta talk boys." she said. I shook my head and before I could hit the end button, my mom pulled a mom and yelled, "Are you being safe?" I know he heard it but I just hung up. I crawled to the end of the bed where he was standing.

"How did you get in here?" I asked looking into his green diamond eyes.

"The window." he chuckled.

"Do you do that a lot?" I asked. My mind instantly went to the time I woke up and could have sworn I saw him standing in the corner of my bedroom.

"Well, just the past couple of months." he said his eyes locked on mine. I nodded slightly. I was having trouble breathing once again. Being close to Sam caused that fire to rage within me again. "I like watching you sleep." my cheeks reddened slightly at the boldness of his admission. "It's kind of fascinating to me." I was silent but bit my bottom lips lightly. "I always want to try one thing." he said inching closer to me. "Just stay very still." My breathing became somewhat labored and I leaned forward a bit. "Don't move." he muttered still moving forward. Sam closed his eyes and I closed mine, my breath ragged now as I felt his cool breath on my lips. I waited for him. I inhaled sharply when I felt his lips brush mine before they completely captured mine in a fiery lock. I didn't waste any time. I kissed him back with verve. The kiss broke briefly, me gasping for air, only to resume right where we left it. I moved forward on the bed and wrapped one arm around his neck and put my other hand on his face, feeling his cold skin under my warm fingertips. Sam's arms were wrapped tightly around my waist.

Our kiss was deep and passionate. I was standing on the edge of my bed now, over him, his arms still around me. We broke apart again, staring into each other's eyes, panting before he swiftly threw us onto my bed. His weight a welcome addition as he kissed my harder, his hand gripping my now bare waist where my t-shirt lifted. I slide my hand down his chest slowly, savoring every perfect line of him. I reached his jeans and I took a deep breath before I popped them open.

"Stop." he yelled shooting off the bed and pressing himself against the wall in front of my bed. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry." I said quickly not knowing what else to say in the moment. We looked at each other for a long moment before he spoke.

"I'm stronger than I thought." he said in his normal tone.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I wish I could say the same." I said my pulling my knees to my chest trying to hide my moistened panties. He sighed and looked away from me. I deflated a little when he turned his back to me completely.

"I can't ever lose control with you." he said over his shoulder. He took two steps forward and panic began to course through me.

"Hey, don't go." I said softly. He turned back to look at me. Sam took a few steps and sat down on the edge of my bed. I took a heavy breath. "I'm..."

"It's alright." he said with a crooked smile. I returned it. "I'll stay." Sam whispered. I was nervous. I had never had a boy in my room before. Especially not a boy that I had such strong feelings for. "I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation with you mother."

"That's ok. She would've have talked me to death. She's a bit nosy." I joked.

"She wants to be involved in your life."

"I know."

"She's lucky to have known you your whole life." he said. I grinned at him. He moved quickly and leaned against my headboard, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles. I pulled the sheet up and leaned back beside him not touching. "May I ask a question?"

"Of course." I nodded.

"I apologize if it seems...rude."

"Just ask."

"Is your mother always so in your personal life?" he asked.

"Yvette Tomlinson believes one can be never be too personal." I answered. He laughed and I couldn't help but smile at the sound. Sam and I talked all night. When I woke up the next morning, I was laying on Sam. My arm around his waist, my head on his chest.

"Good morning." he said gently.

"Morning." I said not moving. I covertly moved my other hand to my face to check for dry drool and eye gunk before I looked up at him. When I was free and clear I moved and looked him in the eye.

"I have to go now." he said swinging his legs off the bed.

"Why?" I ached at the loss of him from my bed.

"Two reasons. I need to change for school and..." he started but was out of the window. Before I get up to ask him what reason two was, Gordon knocked on my door.

"Time to get up, Merc. School."

"I'm up." I sighed. I glanced at the window. I touch my arm, side and the side of my head that was pressed against Sam. They were still cold but as they began to warm up I felt a sadness. I got up and dressed for school. When I got downstairs, Gordon was gone but he had left me an Eggo and half a grapefruit. I smiled at his attempt at breakfast before sitting down to eat. About thirty minutes later, there was a horn honking outside my house. I grabbed my backpack and ran outside. "Hey." I said getting into the car.

"Hey." Sam said with a crooked smile. "What's that hanging out of your bag?"

"What?" I turned to look and I realized it was my work shirt. "Oh." I pulled it out and showed him as we sped toward school.

"You didn't need a job, Mercedes." he said his eyes on the road.

"What? I need money. Everyone needs money."

"I'm aware of that. I could have given you whatever you want."

"I don't want to owe you anything." I said softly.

"It would have been a gift." Sam said glancing at me.

"Still." I didn't want him buying me things. I would feel like I needed to repay him. Now I'm in no way one of those girls that has the self-esteem of a potato but that didn't mean that from the moment he made his feelings known that I didn't feel...lucky in the worst way. Sam was this gorgeous specimen and I was the cute chunky black girl. I don't know. I love him and I suppose he loves me but that doesn't change the fact that I sometimes feel like I'm lacking. I know that I deserve him, most days, but sometimes that low self-esteem monster would creep into my head and make me doubt that.

It make me think that he should be with someone who's beautiful, not cute. Someone who looks like what the world at large says beauty is. That he deserves so much more than me and more than I can offer him. That I don't deserve someone as amazing and gorgeous as Sam Evans-Schuester. But I can usually fight the monster off and return to sanity where the hottest boy to ever live is my boyfriend and we deserve each other equally.

Sam parked the car in the parking lot, got out and opened my door. We walked across the parking lot hand in hand. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. 'I love you.' I thought as he waved to Tina and Mike. He was happy today. He didn't always seem like the happiest person but he'd had a long life and it held so many secrets that I didn't know yet. Sam was intense, smart and friendly. Everything that a girl could want in a boyfriend. I knew I was lucky.

School moved rather quickly. Lunch was a different experience. Usually, Sam and I would eat alone at a table, undisturbed; but for some reason, my friends and members of his family thought that interrupting our meal and conversation every five minutes was a good idea. First Greg and Jerry came to badger Sam about the prom. He told them I would be out of town so he wouldn't be attending then he promptly dismissed them. Then Tina, followed closely by Mike came over to ask me when I would be coming to the house again. She and Kurt wanted to hang out. I told her I wasn't sure, I had a job now so I'd have to work around my schedule. She said ok and was about to speak again when Sam dismissed her as well. She pouted before returning to her table. When the bell rang, Sam said that next time, we'll eat off campus that way the pests can't bother us. I had to laugh because that was exactly what I was going to suggest.

After school, April informed me that Jerry was waiting for me in the parking lot. She didn't know why but he had asked her to relay the message. So, hand in hand with Sam we headed outside.

"Hey Mercedes." he called waving.

"He wants to drive you to work." Sam muttered, squeezing my hand. I glanced up at him before smiling at Jerry.

"Hi." I said.

"I thought maybe we could ride to work together." he said smiling. Sam chuckled.

"Oh. That's nice of you to offer." I said, the cogs in my brain grinding trying to think of an excuse not to ride with him.

"Great. I'll be waiting while you say goodbye to Sam." he said getting into his car. My mouth fell open.

"Well, have a good time at work." Sam laughed.

"I'm glad my situation amuses you." I said pushing him playfully.

"I'll see you tonight." he said kissing me on the forehead. I nodded and got into Jerry's car.

"You ready?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be." I said through a fake smile as I watched Sam peel out of the parking lot.

When we arrived at The Daniels Music Emporium, Jerry parked in the back. He had talked the entire time about how happy he was that I was working at the store with him. He told me that Robbie used to work there but he never wanted to follow instructions. When we got inside, he pointed me in the direction of the bathroom so that I could change.

I pulled my t-shirt on and pulled my hair up. I looked at myself in my mirror. I really was cute. I sighed and headed to the back part of the store.

"Hey." Bret said smiling as I approached him and Jerry.

"Hi." I smiled back.

"So, Jer is gonna train you up. I'll be out front." He said patting me hard on the back. "This needs to be done in an hour, Jerry. No exceptions." Bret said sternly before leaving the back room.

"Yes, sir drill sergeant, sir." Jerry said as the door closed behind his father. "Anyway, we've gotta scan all of these in." he said cutting the box open. "Then we have to take them to the floor and add them to the bins."

"Ok." I said. He handed me the scanner and showed me how to use it. I scanned every CD as he pulled it out of the box. "How many come in a box?"

"About 200. But we get them from a wholesaler so it's about fifty CDs per artist." he explained. I nodded. When we finally got to the bottom of the box, he lifted it and I held the door open for him as we walked out on to the floor. "Alright, anything that has an orange sticker on it, is a new release." he said holding up the new Hot Chelle Rae album. He reached in the box and grabbed the other forty-nine cases and I followed him to the pop section. "Ok, so we push all these old ones to the back and put the new ones in the front."

"Ok but why are there two rows for HCR?" I asked.

"You like them?" he asked.

"Less now than before. I'm an Ian fan, but I stayed for Nash."

"Oh. Cool. My sister likes Ryan." Jerry said.

"Good for her." I deadpanned.

"Not a fan?" he laughed.

"I'm not in to meerkats." I said. "Anyway, why are there two rows?"

"This row is for singles." he informed me. I nodded and went back to the box. I pulled out fifty Paramore CDs and went to the rock section. I ran my fingers along the bin saying the alphabet until I found the Ps. The stack I had in my hand weren't new releases so I flipped through what was there and filled in.

"You need help?" Jerry asked when we met back up at the box.

"No. I think I've got it." I said grabbing another stack. He leaned over and looked at what I was holding.

"Jesse McCartney. That's all the way in the back corner." he pointed.

"Yeah thanks." I said rolling my eyes when he turned away from me. I headed toward the giant sign that read R&B. The rest of the afternoon drug by. A couple of times I thought the clock had stopped. I clocked out and waited for Jerry outside. He drove me home and tried to make small talk the whole time. When he pulled the car to a stop in front of my house I had never been more happy to see my house. I said a hurried goodbye to Jerry before jumping out of the car and running for the front door.

"Hey Mercedes." Gordon said as I threw my backpack down. He was carrying two shot guns and some ammo.

"Hey. What are you doing?" I asked as I followed him into the kitchen.

"I'm going hunting next week Sunday after church, so I'm going to clean my guns on Saturday." he said leaning the guns against the wall.

"It's not hunting season." I said moving to refrigerator to pull something out for dinner. "And what about the fish-off?"

"It's hunting season on the rez and according to Winston it's gonna storm." he grinned. I chuckled and whipped up a quick tuna noodle casserole. "How was work?" Gordon asked as he shoved his fork into his mouth.

"It was ok. You could've mentioned that Bret was a bit of a jerk." I said with chuckle.

"Was he a jerk to you?" he asked.

"No."

"That's why I didn't mention it. Trust me. I'm not the only parent that's told him not to treat Jerry that way but he doesn't listen. He dotes on his younger sister and his older sister but that kid he berates."

"Why?" I wondered.

"I shouldn't be telling you this but the town gossip is that Bret isn't Jerry's dad." Gordon said.

"Then who is?" I asked leaning forward in my chair.

"Assistant Pastor Franklin."

"What?! That's insane."

"Yep, but that's just gossip. It's never been confirmed and I'm not sure that your friend knows anything about it." he said. "So keep it that way."

"Of course." I said wide eyed. I couldn't believe it. Lima had been rocked with an L. A. type scandal. After we finished dinner, Gordon did the dishes and I headed upstairs to my room. I took my work shirt off and folded it up. According to my schedule, I work every Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 3:00pm to 8:00pm when the store closed. It wasn't that bad. I was making $8.50 and hour and I wasn't really doing anything, so win for me.

I grabbed a quick shower and put on a t-shirt and cotton short for bed. When I entered back into the room, I gasped.

"Sam. You scared me." I said closing my bedroom door.

"I'm sorry." he chuckled. I climbed into bed and sat beside him. He was on top of the covers again. "How was work?"

"Fine. I work Monday, Wednesday and Friday." I replied.

"Ok. Good to know."

"What did you do today?"

"Finn and I went hunting and then we just messed around. Racing and that kind of stuff." Sam said.

"Are you and him close?" I asked.

"Yes. The only person I'm closer to is Quinn." he informed me. "I am of course close to all of my siblings but Finn and I just clicked."

"I get that. He seems fun." I smiled.

"More fun than you know." a smile eased onto his face as a memory flickered across his eyes. "Oh, Will wanted me to invite you to play baseball with us this Saturday."

"Since when do vampires like baseball?" I asked with a laugh.

"Well, it's the American pastime, and there's a thunderstorm coming. It's the only time we can play. You'll see why." Sam smirked.

"Ok. It sounds fun." I said. "But you know you have to officially meet Gordon."

"I'm aware. I'm fully prepared for it." he said as I cuddled up next to him.

"Good." I yawned. "I can't wait." I said before drifting off to sleep, with the love of my life next to me.