"Mr. Schue?" Santana said raising her hand.
"Yes Santana." Will answered.
"I'm going through some things and I would like to express my emotions to the class." Santana said rising from her seat.
"Ok. The floor is yours." Mr. Schuester said taking a seat beside Artie.
"I want to dedicate this to Sam. You know what you did. Hit it." Santana said. She switched her hips as Puck and the band began to play Picture to Burn.
State the obvious
I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realized you love yourself
More that you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
That I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine, I'll tell mine
You're gay and by the way
I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned
You're just another picture to burn
There's no time for tears
I'm just sitting here planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends
And if you come around
Saying sorry to me
My daddy's going to show you
How sorry you'll be
'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
And so watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned
You're just another picture to burn
And if you're missing me
You better keep it to yourself
'Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health
'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
In case you haven't heard
I really, really hate that
Stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned
You're just another picture to burn
Burn, burn, burn, baby burn
Just another picture to burn
Baby burn
Just as the last note was played the bell rang. Santana seeing the anger is Sam's eyes, bolts from the classroom.
"Santana!" Sam called after the beautiful latina. "Santana! Wait." Sam said grabbing her arm.
"What do you want Trouty Mouth?" she asked rolling her eyes.
"What the hell was that?" he asked her. Santana hesitated before answering. She was about to get all Lima Heights on him but she saw Mr. Schue coming down the hall toward them.
"Let me go, Sam. You're hurting me." Santana said, tears welling in her eyes.
"What? I've barely got a hold of you." Sam said confused.
"Ow Sam, let go please." Santana said tears streaming down her face.
"Santana I..." Sam started but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Sam, I think you and I need to go see Principal Figgins." Mr. Schue said. Sam released Santana and followed Mr. Schue to the principal's office.
"Santana." Mercedes said approaching her in the hallway.
"What do you want Wheezy?" Santana said rolling her eyes.
"Sam told me what happened today."
"What? That he grabbed me and was hurting me and wouldn't let go." Santana said. "He's really strong. I think it comes from fighting all hobos for scraps."
"Homeless doesn't necessarily mean on the street Santana. Look, you need to fix this." Mercedes said.
"I don't need to do anything. Why do you even care, huh?" Santana asked knowing that she was backing Mercedes into a corner.
Mercedes couldn't answer that question. She couldn't say you need to fix it so that I can't spend time with my boyfriend. She took a few deep breathes and answered Santana in a confident voice.
"I care because Sam is a good guy and he doesn't deserve to be falsely accused because you got bored."
"Right. Well, Sammy Evans needs to learn how to control that temper." Santana said walking away from Mercedes.
Mercedes waited for a few minutes in the hall after every class. No Sam. She wondered what Figgins had done to him. When the last bell rang, Mercedes saw Sam bolt from Figgins' office and out of school. She gathered her things and hurried to catch him.
"Sam!" she called after him, but he kept up his pace. "Sam!" She quickened her pace, finally catching him she grabbed his arm. He pulled away.
"Sorry Mercedes. I've gotta go." He said quietly never turning to face her.
"Wait, what happened today?" she asked, stepping in front of him. His eyes stayed glued to the ground as he jammed his thumbs under this backpack straps. "Sam?"
"I have to have counseling sessions with Ms. Pillsbury every day for the next to weeks about my anger toward women." Sam said quietly.
"What? That's crazy. I'm going to fix this." Mercedes said as she started to walk away from him.
"No. Don't. It doesn't matter." Sam said.
"Sam, it does matter. You know how this school is. After Santana tells one person that you're abusive, the whole school will know." she explained trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.
"I'll handle it Mercedes. It's ok. I'll see you later ok." he said as he walked off toward his truck.
A/N: I know it's been a while since I updated this and I'll try to be more prompt about it. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
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