AN: Hello again! Just wanted to say thank you for such the wonderful responses I received last chapter. All of the reviews and love on tumblr I greatly appreciate it. I know a lot of you are upset at Sam while some are upset at Mercedes. Mostly are upset at me for breaking them up but I had to do in order for them to learn a few life lessons. How many of you guessed it was Rachel? Well we won't find out her reasons just yet. There is very little Mercedes in this chapter. Anyway here is chapter 14. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think. Sorry for any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

Chapter 14: Regrets and Self Therapy

"Sam this is Kurt. What the hell is wrong with you? What happened? I know you didn't drive all this way and plan for two weeks to surprise her for birthday just to break up with her. You need to call me ASAP!"

"Guppy, you are garbage! How dare you break her heart! You think you are messed up now, but you are going to be looking like Will Smith when he had that allergy attack on Hitch when I get my hands on you!"

"Sam, Kurt told me what happened. How are you holding up? Call me this is Finn."

"I heard about the break up. If you ever need someone to talk to I am just a phone call away man and Tina said she understands why you did what you did but it still wasn't cool. I gotta go Tina's crying again. Babe it's going to be-"

"Sammy, baby I just wanted...to say that I I...I...love you. *sniffles* I'm sorry please call me...talk to...*sniffles* I can't take this. I just need you...only you. 'KURT! She called him again! Give me this, stop torturing yourself Mercedes! I hope you're happy fish face'!"

Sam must have replayed those voicemails a hundred times. The last one at least fifty by itself along with three others sent by her. Ever since he made the decision to end things with Merced...her, he has been nothing but miserable. It was hard to even say her name and when someone would mention anything remotely related to her his heart ache even more. It had been a week since the break up and his sister Stacey still hasn't spoken a word to him. To say she was pissed was an understatement. The day it happened she was nice to him, supportive even, but as soon as he pulled the jeep in the parking lot of their apartment complex she turned on him.

OOOOOOOOO

Sam walked slowly to the door of Quinn Fabray's house. He stood for a minute calming his nerves and trying to fight the tears that threaten to fall again. After he finally felt like he had his emotions under control he rang her doorbell. Puck was the one to answer the door and he knew something was up the second he saw Sam's face.

"Dude what happened?" He said as he stepped aside to let him in.

"When I showed up to Mercedes' house, Shane was there."

"What? What did you do?"

"I flipped. I was so mad you...wait where is-?" Sam asked looking around.

"Upstairs." Puck said answering his unfinished question.

Sam went on to tell Puck about the fallout between him and Shane. He then told him about the fight he and Mercedes had and when he told him about the breakup he barely was able to keep himself together.

"Man! That's so crazy! I can't believe that she let him trick her like. But I don't believe that the situation was severe enough to up and break things off with Mercedes."

"YOU DID WHAT!" Sam and Puck turned to see an angry Quinn standing behind them. "Tell me I did not just hear him correctly?"

"Quinn listen-" Puck started but she cut him off.

"I didn't ask you Noah."

"Yes Mercedes and I broke up Quinn." Sam said sadly. "She lied to me again. I went to her house and Shane, was there in the house with her. I called before I showed up and she told me she was home alone."

"Sam it's her birthday. No one deserves to be dumped on their birthday. I am sure she had a good reason why she had Shane there, the question is did you even listen?"

"Yes I did. She said she was lonely."

"That's not her fault. You are the one who came up with the ridiculous idea for us all to avoid her on her birthday so she would think that she would spend it alone only for you to show up and surprise her. I know you are this big romantic Sam, but this time you fell short. You need to go and fix this, talk to her tell her you weren't thinking straight. You know that you still love her and don't want to lose her I can tell you're already regretting you decision."

"No I'm not. I was lonely just like she was, but of all the people Quinn it was Shane. It's not about him being there it was about her lying to me. I won't stay in a relationship with a liar." Sam said.

"Then you're an idiot Sam." Puck said. "Look I am the last person to call someone an idiot but even I know that sometimes people tells us the things we want to hear instead of what we should hear. I mean everyone has withheld something from their dude or chick or whatever because they would rather lie to them to keep from hurting them. She lied ok, yes, but do you think she would've have actually done something unforgivable like kiss or sleep with Shane if you hadn't showed up?"

"No. She's not like that."

"Exactly so why is her lying such a big deal."

"Because of me." Quinn spoke up. "When we dated Sam did everything right and I did everything wrong. He gave me a promise ring and I accepted it knowing that I was going to end up disappointing him. You always told me that a relationship without trust isn't a relationship at all. I screwed up. Santana screwed up. I didn't appreciate you and I get that now. But please don't punish Mercedes for something so simple because of what Santana and I did."

"It's not about you Quinn. I did what I thought was the best for both of us."

"Then Puck's right you're an idiot and you aren't going to find someone better than Mercedes."

"Look, I need to get going where is my sister?" Sam said getting annoyed with the two of them.

"She's upstairs. Are you going to at least let her see Mercy before you leave? The entire time you have been gone all she has talked about was how excited she is to see Mercedes."

"No. I can't go back over there." He answered. "She will understand."

"No she won't. She will be heartbroken. Why don't you stay her with Puck and I will take her to see Mercedes for a few minutes."

"Fine, but I don't want her to know about the break up yet." Sam said.

"Yeah ok."

Sam had planned on telling Stacey about the two of them on the ride back to Kentucky but Stacey wasn't stupid. When Quinn returned with a crying Stacey in tow he knew she had figured something was wrong.

"Why are you and Mercedes so sad looking Sammy?" Stacey asked as they were heading back home.

"We are just sad because we miss each other that's all, sweet pea." He lied when he saw the crushed look on his sister's face. He couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth. She was too young to understand and he realized that maybe there had been some truth in what Puck said about lying to keep from hurting someone.

"You're fibbing Sam." She said reading her brother like a book. "Mercedes was so sad. She was crying and shaking and she barely smiled. She looked like you that night when you found out we were moving. I know you did something."

"It's true. It's more than that Stace but, sometimes things just don't end up like you want them to."

"BUT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER!" She was crying now. "You broke her heart Sam."

"I know but I just needed to end it." Sam let a few tears fall from his eyes as he glanced at the disapproving look on his sister's face.

"Don't cry Sam." She said leaning her head on him. "I'm sorry you are hurting but I just want you and Mercedes to be happy again like before we moved."

"Me too Stace. Me too."

OOOOOOOOOO

Sam sat up from his bed when he heard a knock on his door. Before he had a chance to say come in his father stuck his head in the door.

"Son you are going to be late for school." He said and without answering Sam got up and made his way to the bathroom.

Sam walked through the halls of Johnson Carver high school like a zombie had possessed his body. He dragged himself to each one of his classes and sat in the back of class. The only time he spoke was when a teacher did roll call, and when he was called upon in class he would either say he didn't know or shrugged his shoulders. During PE his closest friend at school Lucas noticed his friend was still in a slump. He tried talking to Sam but he said he didn't feel like talking. He didn't say much at work either only speaking when necessary. The entire week Sam was just going through the motions. Mercedes, Puck, and Kurt had all called him but he never answered. He wasn't ready to talk to anyone yet.

A week later Sam still hadn't returned any of the calls he had received. He wasn't sure why but he just didn't know what to say. He was still trying to get use to not being Mercedes' boyfriend anymore. He slipped several times during the past week, dialing her number but hanging up. He even text good morning beautiful a few days but he always caught himself before he pressed send. The only good thing that happened this week was Stacey was finally talking to him again. That was only after he used some of his DQ savings to by her some fancy doll she wanted. His mother didn't approve of his buying his sister affections but she keep shut about it because she knew Stacey was just as stubborn as her husband and eldest son. Luke stopped by for a tutoring session but they hardly got any work done.

"Man you look like shit." Lucas said slamming his book shut.

"Thanks."

"You're still stressing over your girl? I thought you guys broke two weeks ago?"

"We did, but I think that I may have made a big mistake."

"Why? Didn't you say she lied about some dude? Its high school man, chicks come and go."

"Yes she lied, but it still doesn't change the fact that I miss her. She was more than just some high school chick I dated." Sam sighed. "She's the love of my life. Well she was."

"Well call her up; tell her this maybe she will forgive you."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid that I may have screwed things up badly." Sam sighed. "She's been calling me but I feel like if I talk to her she is going to resent me. If we get back together she isn't going to love me as much as she did before because I did break her heart."

Lucas saw the hurt expression on Sam's face. He knew he was going through a difficult time. He struggled with the thought of what to say next. Lucas wasn't a player but, he wasn't big on being in a committed relationship either. He lived a carefree life and the longest he had ever stayed with a single girl was only one month tops.

"Look I know things are crazy right now. If that's how you feel than maybe it is because you don't know if you want to be back in a relationship with her. The way I see things is, it's better that you found out early on what type of person she was before you did something big like married her, or got her pregnant." Lucas said with a pat on the back. "I don't bother with trying to stress out over girls man. I just don't let things like that get to me."

Sam side eyed the hell out of the boy next to him. What kind of advice was that? He knew Lucas lived by a strict motto of 'fuck it' and he was always saying to hell with love so, he Sam just shook his head.

"I have dated a few girls in the past whom I thought maybe I could see something more happening between us but then reality sets back in and I cut my ties and take the loss." He continued. "Besides it would be especially difficult with the job I have."

"What job?" Sam asked curious. "I thought you didn't work."

"I just tell people that and some assume I don't. I don't say anything to anyone because for one, I am underage and for two it is kinda embarrassing to talk about."

"Luke, are you a drug dealer?" Sam whispered.

"What? No! You're tripping." Lucas said scooting closer to Sam. "I work at a place called Stallionz, it's a strip club."

"You're a stripper! Why, I thought your parents were loaded?"

"They are but my father thinks I am going to be a company man like him. He expects me to graduate, go to college, and take over the business someday. The truth is that's the last thing I want to do, so I see it like this there is no way in hell my pops partners will allow me to run the company that their fathers built if word gets out about Christian Bennett's son's controversial past as an exotic dancer."

"So you are doing it to rebel against your father?"

"That plus I am going to need the money once my father cuts me off."

"How much money you make a night?"

"Depends. On a so-so night I might around two to three hundred. On a crowded night I make anywhere from five to six hundred. That's only cause I sometimes do more than dance." He said with a wink.

"My family could really use that kind of money right now." Sam said closing his textbook. He knew he wasn't going to be able to concentrate on school work now.

"Hey I'm not saying it is the dream job or anything like that but it sure pays a hell of a lot more than DQ does. I use my job as a way to let go of all my problems with my family and so called obligations. I leave all my worries on stage. I like to think of it as my on twisted type of therapy."

"It would take a load off my parent's shoulders if I could contribute more" Sam said intrigued.

"A guy like you can make a killing out there with your southern charm and boy band moves you said you did in that little group you used to be in back in Ohio."

"I don't know dude. My folks would lose it if they found out."

"Then just think it over for a week or so and if you decide to do it then I will put in a good word with April, she hires all the dancers. If you decide against it, hey no biggie I will still understand." Luke said standing to leave.

"Ok sounds good. Thanks for the talk. I will see you tomorrow."

"Later man." Luke said and left.

Sam had a lot to think about. Doing this job would take a tremendous amount of pressure off of his parents but at what cost. He really needed someone other to talk to besides Luke but, the particular person that he had in mind was off limits at the moment. "It's your fault that she is Sam. You did promise to remain friends though and friends call other friends right?" He thought to himself. Sam grabbed his phone and dialed her number but before it even rang he hung up. "Don't be a punk Sam it's just Mercedes."He took a deep breath, press redial, and waited for her to answer.

"Hey you reached Mercedes. Leave me a message at the beep."

He hung up. A minute later Sam was feeling guilty about not leaving a message so he decided to call back. He was caught off guard when he heard Mercedes answer.

"What Sam?" She sounded upset and hurt.

"Hey Mercedes. I didn't leave a message at first so I was calling back."

"Is that all. Well let me hang up so you can talk to my machine instead." He could tell she was annoyed. "What do want Sam?"

"I was just calling to talk to you. We said we were going to be friends right?" He tried to mask the hurt in his voice from her bitterness towards him.

"Now you want to call! I have been calling and texting you for two weeks Sam and did I get a single reply? Hell no. So why all of a sudden you want to chat?"

"Mercedes I just needed some advice about something."

"Oh! So you only called me for advice. Well here's some advice for you Sam. Next time you decide to break up with someone try not to do it on their birthday. Now every year I will be reminded of the awful night when you ripped my heart out. Also you're stupid. I don't want to just be your friend, either we are together as a couple or nothing. By the way you are stupid. You are going to be hard pressed to find another girlfriend like me. We could have had it all Sam."

He stared at the screen of his phone for a few moments in shock. Mercedes was so cold and it was all his fault. He had so much he wanted to say to her. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for breaking things off. He wanted to tell her that he was indeed stupid and that he made a huge mistake and wanted to take it back. He wanted to tell her that he agrees that it was all or nothing for him too, but he didn't.

"I'm sorry. I...just..."

"Yeah, whatever." She said and disconnected the call.

Sam slammed the phone down in anger. He had the opportunity to fix things with her and he just froze. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He said aloud grabbing his head. That night Sam thought about what Luke had said about how he used his job as therapy to get away from his father's bullshit. He sent Luke a text saying he wanted in. After the phone call with Mercedes it was easy to make up his mind.

"My, my, you are just delicious." April said as she walked a circle around Sam taking him in. "Luke told me you were a looker but I underestimated you."

"Um thanks I guess." Sam said nervously. "Ms. April."

"The guys call me Mama Rhodes. We aren't big on first names. The ladies are going to love you. You are going to make me a very, very, wealthy lady. So congrats you got the job." She said excited. "There are a few things I want to go over with you first. Stallionz has three rules we live by follow them and things will go smoothly."

She walked over to her desk and sat down in a large pink chair. She pulled an ID card out and began filling out some information.

"Number one, what happens at Stallionz stays at Stallionz. Two, thirty percent of all tips, money from lap dances, private dances or parties, etcetera, etcetera goes to the house." she motioned for Sam to stand in front of a small web cam for a picture. "Thirdly, if we ever get raided you are on your own kiddo. Got that?"

Sam didn't speak he just nodded that he understood.

"Good. Welcome to Stallionz sweetheart."

"Hey man you ready for your first night?" Luke said as he showed Sam where his locker and dressing room would be at.

"Ready as I'll ever be I guess." He said nervously. "What I am suppose to do? I mean what if they don't like what I do."

"Nonsense." Luke said patting Sam on the back. "They'll love you just go out and do what comes naturally. Only thing is don't rush it. The women like a good tease. But don't move so slow that you bore them to death and always make sure to collect your tips as you go along. Sometimes it helps of you let them put it on you somewhere. But don't make the dance all about you grabbing your money; remember entertaining them is your first priority."

"Set a good steady pace, entertain, collect money, and be natural. Got it!"

"Alright you're the newbie so you will go on in the middle slot. It helps to surround the fresh meat, that way it doesn't seem so obvious." Lucas said shutting his locker and putting on a fireman's hat. "See ya out there and good luck Evans."

"Thanks man."

Sam paced the backstage area anxiously. He was next to go on and he was having second thoughts about it. He watched a couple of guys go before and they made it look so easy. When he heard the opening beat of Ayo Technology by 50 Cent and the DJ Travis introduced him, he took a deep breath, exhaled it and pushed his way through the thick, red, velvet curtains. Sam eyed the crowd, there had to be anywhere from thirty to forty women there and it was just a Wednesday. With the advice that Lucas had given him running through his head Sam began to move slowly to the beat of the song.

He was wearing a skimpy cowboy outfit that April had picked for him. He started by removing his vest first, one shoulder at a time. He then remembered the time during the summer when Mercedes had taught him how to do a body roll. Shit don't think about her. But instead she clouded his mind. He looks around at the lustful faces of the patrons in front of him and they all belonged to her. So that's what he imagined. He imagined dancing for her, moving for her. He thrust his hips forward and screams of yes, yes baby filled the air. His chaps were next to come off leaving him in his gold rocky shorts as he continued to worked the stage. He did a body roll and dropped to his knees grinding the stage as his eyes worked the crowd. He felts dozens of hands all over his body but none felt like the soft, small, ones of Mercedes. The touch was off. Their hands too grabby, demanding, and desperate. You got to stop this Sam she's gone. He almost lost it, but he thought about the last time he spoken to her and he pushed all thoughts of Mercedes away and let the sounds of the club fill his mind as he collected his tips as his performance overtook him.

It had been two and half weeks since Sam's first dance at Stallionz. He had to give Luke credit being up there on stage was a good way to clear his mind. It was like getting paid to go to therapy instead of the other way around. He wounds wasn't healed completely but he was doing a lot better than he was a month ago. He tried to call Mercedes several times and the two times she answered, the call never lasted more than a minute or two. She was still pissed and her tone still bitter. He dancing had improved and he was moved out of the middle slot and into one of the final three. He was happy with the way things were going, he made on average close to two hundred and fifty dollars a night. Of course the club took their portion of it but it was still good money.

Things at school and at home seemed to be better also. He parents noticed the difference in him and his mom and Stacey had worried that he was dating someone else.

"That's crazy." Sam said sitting down for dinner. "I wouldn't just move on from Mercedes like that."

"Well something or someone has changed you Sam." His mother said. "I assumed it was a girl because I found your shorts covered in glitter and I swear a few of your T-shirts smelled like cheap alcohol and women's perfume."

"That's weird." Sam said as he felt his cheeks flush. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Well now come to think about it, I did let Luke borrow a shirt or two maybe he returned them without washing them."

"Yeah maybe." She said unconvinced. "As much money as you say they have you would think they could afford a washing machine."

"I'm sure he meant to do it." Sam said and quickly changed the attention to Stacey.

Later that evening Sam checked his phone and noticed he had quite a few miss calls, messages, and one marked urgent from Kurt. He pressed the button and read the text that popped up.

Sam, things are crazy. Mercedes quit Glee Club, plus she got suspended from school. She won't listen to anyone and I thought maybe she would listen to you. If there was ever a time when you needed to set your pride aside, now would be that time. Just call her.-Kurt.

Sam checked his call log and saw a miss call from almost everyone in Glee and even one from Mrs. Jones. Something really bad must have happened if Mercedes' mother had called him. He called Mercedes, expecting her not to answer but was surprise when she pick up on the third ring.

"Hello." She said and it sounded like she had been crying.

"Hey Mercedes. I was calling to check on you."

"I'm fine Sam. Who was it that told you to call me? My mom? Kurt? Quinn, or was it Finn or Tina?"

"I can't just call you?"

"Don't play dumb with me Sam. Nobody in that club can keep their damn mouth shut so someone had to tell you. The funny thing I guess is that they actually thought that you were going to change my opinion on things." She chuckled dryly.

"What happened Mercedes? Kurt said you were suspended. He said you quit Glee club.

"Yep for a whole week and Mr. Shue can kiss my ass."

"Tell me what went wrong Mer-"

"Sam look I appreciate you calling to check up on me but my life really isn't any of your concern anymore. In fact I think it may be for the best if we didn't speak at all."

"Why? Just because we decided to end things doesn't mean we have to be strangers." Sam said not liking where the conversation was heading.

"We didn't decide to end anything Sam, you did! I wanted to work things out but you apparently didn't care enough to do so. Why should we keep up this pathetic attempt of being friends Sam? We hardly ever talk anyway; it's already like we are strangers. I vote that we stop torturing ourselves and just set each other free."

"I do care for you Mercedes, you know that." Sam said getting angry. How dare she think that he still didn't care? "Things are the way they are because we haven't tried to work on being friends. I don't want to lose you and I know you don't want to lose me either."

"That's the thing Sam, I already have lost you." She sighed. "I lost you on November 10 when you chose to break up with. I lost you the moment you walked out that door and drove off. Things haven't been the same between us since."

"I know but I-"

"No listen Sam. I need you to hear me out. I was wrong I'll admit that but I have had almost five weeks to think things over. I have gone through some shit since you've been gone. I have had a lot of alone time to think and I have always put the needs of others before mine no matter how unhappy it makes me. I have come to the conclusion that it is time for me to start putting myself first and move on. I waited on you Sam. For an entire month I kept telling myself that any day now you and I were going to get back together. That you still loved me like I do you. Four weeks Sam and nothing." He could hear her crying. "I'm tired of waiting around for you and now it's time for me to let you go, let us go. I can't have you in my life if I'm trying to move on, it's not healthy. So with that said Sam, I answered your call today to tell you goodbye, for good and to wish you a happy life. So goodbye Sam. You were my first love and I shall never forget you." Mercedes said and hung up the phone.

Sam called her back but she didn't answer. He wouldn't accept this. It was hard enough not being with her anymore but, for her to completely take him out of her life was too much. He tried her number again and still no answer. He was crying hard. He wanted to tell her she wasn't thinking properly and this wasn't the solution. He tried five more times and it just rang and rang and rang. He was determined and he wasn't giving up but after the tenth time calling her back she must have shut her phone off cause it went straight to voicemail. Sam cried himself to sleep that night. He had really lost her. He thought he was doing better but one phone call from Mercedes had put him right back to square one.

Sam was in a piss pour mood the entire week. He yelled at Stacey which he never does and instantly felt like a jerk when she cried her eyes out. He went back to being antisocial at school and work. The only time Sam didn't feel like throwing things against the wall was when he was on stage. He wasn't Sam Evans when he performed. He was someone else who was more confident, cocky, and didn't give a shit about anything but making money. He started doing more and more work to take his mind off things. He opted out of doing private dances his first week there but now he took then in strides. Luke had booked a private bachelorette party and when he asked Sam if he would come along he happily agreed. He didn't have to worry about school, his problems at home, and ex-girlfriends that shall not be named when he worked.

The bride to be and her six friends had booked a suite for the night. They were already tipsy when Sam, Luke, and another guy from the club Mason, had arrived. The three split their attention between the seven drunken women each taking turns giving a solo dance to the bride to be. After they had finished performing the obviously horny women had asked the trio to stay and party with them. Luke and Mason quickly agreed and Sam didn't have a choice with Luke being his ride and him not knowing where the hell they were. Sam spent most of the night knocking back shots and chatting with one of the bridesmaids named Tamara. She was twenty one and a junior in college. The more Sam had spent drinking and getting to know her, the more irrational his thoughts began. She would mention something she liked and he would tell himself that Mercedes likes the same thing. When she mentioned Dreamgirls being her favorite movie he thought back to how he used to watch that movie several times during the summer with his girlfriend. But she's not your girlfriend. He thought. You dumped her and now she's probably watching it with some new guy. Why can't I stop thinking about her? Why does my heart still hurt for her? She moved on why can't you?

"You wanna get out of here?" Tamara asked breaking his thoughts. "You know go somewhere private."

Sam saw this as a chance. He needed something drastic to happen in order for him to forget about the girl floating around in his head. He looked at the drunken girl sitting next to him as he tossed another shot of tequila back. With a shrugged of the shoulders Sam grabbed her hand and they headed out the door. As soon as they made it inside the elevator she pushed him against the wall and attached her lips to his neck. She licked and sucked at him sloppily. Her lips were too thin and he tried to forced himself to not to notice. She didn't smell right. There was no coconut and lavender; instead he smelled alcohol and some strong expensive fragrance which irritated his nose. She grabbed his dick through his jeans as she shoved her tongue in his ear. His hands roamed her body and he couldn't help but feel disappointed when they weren't as full as he was used to. He cupped her breast and she moaned at the feeling. Her voice was high and squeaky not the soft, huskiness of Mercedes' that made his dick jumped in anticipation. He squeezed his eyes shut to block her out but when he did only saw her. Mercedes.

"Huh?" Tamara said still massaging his package and nipping on his neck.

"Mercedes." Sam said again not knowing he was speaking aloud. "Stop. Stop. Stop! I'm sorry I can't do this. I love someone else."

"What?" The girl said in shock and stepping back to look at Sam. "What did you just say?"

"I can't do this. I have a girlfriend and I love her not you."

SLAP!

"You ass." Tamara said as the elevator came to a stop and she stormed off when the doors opened.

Sam sent Luke a text saying he was going to catch a cab home. The entire forty minute ride he thought about everything that happened over the course of the pass six weeks. He made a huge mistake and tonight he almost made an even bigger one. As crazy as it was, that slap actually knocked some sense in him. He hurt a lot of feelings and he needed to fix things. He started with the most recent one and that was apologizing to Stacey for making her cry. Then he was going to apologize to his family for being so difficult the past ten days. Lastly he needed to make amends with Mercedes even if she didn't want to see him anymore she still needed to know how sorry he was and how he felt.

The next day he made breakfast for his family and gave them each an early Christmas gift. He told his parents he had won a Christmas bonus raffle at work and they seem to believe him. He apologized to each one of them and promised them that things were going to be a whole lot better. Sam figured Mercedes wouldn't answer his calls so decided to write her a letter instead. He poured his heart out in that letter and even ended it with forever yours Sam. He mailed it off along with a gift for Christmas.

Sam was as happy as a five year old on Christmas day with his family. His dad and mom were able to give him, Stacey, and Stevie a day to remember. He didn't need a bunch of gifts that year. Just to be able to see the smiles on his family's faces was more than enough for him.

Before Sam knew it, it was the last day of 2011. He made a promise to spend New Year's Eve day with his family because he had to work later that night. He told them he was going to a party at Luke's and he had planned to spend the night. He hadn't heard anything from Mercedes since he sent her the letter and didn't expect too. He was just satisfied with knowing that he told her the truth about everything that was going on. When he made it to work that night the place was at maximum capacity. April had called an emergency meeting letting them all know in order to keep things running smoothly when they weren't on stage or in a private session, they had to work the crowd doing lap dances. Sam had finished his first set and was now making his way through the crowd. He was already on his seventh lap dance when April signaled him to the bar.

"Hey kiddo you got private dance in room four." She said pouring liquor in a line of shot glasses.

"Ok. I'm on it." Sam said.

"Oh hey, make it a good one will ya? Her friend said her boyfriend broke up with her right before they came in here. Poor girl looked sick."

"Great just what I need." Sam said to himself as he made his way to the back where they did private dances. "This is going to be a long night."

So there was chapter 14. Tell me what you thought of Sam first six weeks of the break up. I just couldn't let him sleep with someone like they said he did on the show. I just don't see canon Sam doing that. What did you think of April Rhodes running Stallionz? Sam took Stacey to Lima with him. I know some of you want to know what's in that letter he sent Mercedes, why she quit and got suspended, and if she is dating Shane, all will be revealed next chapter because we get to see what went down in Lima but I would love to hear your theories. It might be a minute before I update this again I HAVE to do Mental Pictures next and after that I am going out of town for a bit. I will TRY to have Mercedes' chapter up before I leave. Thanks for reading again and don't forget to please review. Also if you can please check out lovessamcedes new fic called Stranded it is a must read.

Till next time-tdminor86