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Author's Note: I am so sorry that this update is so late. I was studying for finals and finishing projects, but I'm on break so the updates should be coming a lot faster. The next update will definitely come a LOT sooner than this one did. Also, the songs I used in the last two chapters are listed at the bottom. I always forget to name them. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

It was October of my freshman year.

I was walking back to my dorm room. It was mid-term week and I had already had two exams that morning. I wanted to get a quick nap in before football practice. I fished my keys out of my pocket before I reached my room. I put the key in lock.

For a brief moment, I paused. I heard another person in the room, which was unusual. Mike and I didn't really have company in our dorm room. I shook my head and thought Mike must have study group or something in there. I turned the knob and walked in.

I was so wrong.

I caught Mike and Tina in a rather compromising position. My eyes bulged out of my head before I quickly covered them with my hand. I heard Tina yelled 'Sam' when she saw me in the doorway.

In one swift motion, I quickly closed the door and locked it. Why did I lock the door? How can I unsee what I just saw?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Mike say, "Wait! Why did you just say Sam's name?"

"No, Mike! Sam was just at the door!" Tina explained

"I didn't see anything!" I yelled through quickly the door. It was a lie. They were both shirtless and I don't even want to remember what they was doing. "Um…I'm going now. I'll see you guys later." I started to walk away when I heard Mike yell for me to stay.

I stopped in the middle of the hallway and stayed there until Tina walked out. She looked down adjusting her skirt as she walked toward me.

"Tina, I'm so sorry-"

Tina put her hand up to my face to signal for me to stop talking. Her face was still etched with the embarrassment of what just happened. "Don't talk. Listen, Sam. This didn't happen. You didn't see anything and we never talk about this again. Agreed?"

I nodded in response. Tina also nodded before walking down the hall and around the corner to the elevators.

I walked down the hall and back into the dorm room where Mike was sitting on his bed. He looked at me as I threw my book bag on the foot of my bed.

"Look, Mike, I'm sorry. I should have knocked and-"

Mike shook his head, "Don't apologize, Sam. This is your room, too." Mike rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought you had class now."

"I do." I said. "The class was cancelled. I wanted to get a nap before football practice."

Mike nodded before asking bluntly, "How much did you see?"

"I didn't see anything." I said quickly. In this case, the truth didn't help anyone.

Mike studied me for a moment, before laughing lightly. "You're a horrible liar, Sam."

I sighed and sat on my bed. I turned to face Mike before saying, "Tina said that we should act like this never happened. I agree with her. I hate awkward."

"I agree, too." Mike said. "I think we need some rules so that this doesn't happen again. Tina was mortified and I know Mercedes…" Mike stopped when he saw the dejected expression on my face.

"Mercedes is in California." I said sadly reminding him. "So, this conversation does not really apply to me."

"Yeah…" Mike said slowly.

"It's not that big of a deal, Mike." I said kicking off my shoes. "Just put a sock on the doorknob next time."

"Seriously, Sam?" Mike said in a disbelieving tone. "A sock on the doorknob? I might as well announce my business to the whole floor."

I laughed before laying down backside on my bed. I clasped my hands behind my head. "Do you have any better ideas?"

Mike mumbled a 'no' as he pulled out his laptop from underneath his bed.

I looked at the ceiling for a few minutes trying to fall asleep, but to no avail. So, I turned my attention to the pictures I had put up on the wall adjacent to my bed. My eyes bounced between all the pictures. I looked at a picture of Stacy and Stevie to a picture of the McKinley football team then to a picture of Mercedes and me.

I missed her.

"You're lucky, Mike. You have your girlfriend here."

Mike looked at me before sighing. "If anybody could pull off a long distance relationship, it would be you and Mercedes."

I sat up but never stopped staring at the picture.

"I miss her, Mike." I admitted. "I miss being around, I miss holding her…I miss everything." I went on to vent to Mike about my frustrations of being in a long distance relationship. He patiently listened and would nod every once in a while.

I didn't tell him often enough, but I was lucky to have a friend like Mike. I have a lot of good friends, but Mike was one of the few people that I could talk to without judgment. For years to come, he would become a constant confident and ally during a tough period in my life. Mike was a true friend.

After talking listening to what I had to say, Mike stated the obvious.

"You knew it would be hard."

I laughed lightly. "Of course, I knew it would hard, but not this hard."

Mike looked at his side wall, seemingly looking for the right words to say. "Sam, do you think Mercedes is worth all this waiting?"

"Hell yeah. No question."

"Well…there is your answer." Mike said on a shrug. "Thanksgiving is only a month away."

"Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah. Thanksgiving…" Mike said eyeing me. "You know, the holiday when you give thanks and eat yourself into a coma."

"I forgot about Thanksgiving!" I said excited. "I'll see Mercedes at Thanksgiving! Mike, you're a genius!"

Mike chuckled at my excitement. "I know I am. Who in the world forgets about Thanksgiving?" Mike laughed before mumbling, "Maybe a manorexic."

"I heard that." I said throwing a pillow at his head. "I am not anorexic. I'm body conscious."

"Is that what you're calling it?"

"Whatever." I said on a chuckle. "You can't bring me down. I'm going to see my girl in a month."

Mike laughed. "Man, Mercedes has you whipped."

"I'm whipped?" I asked shocked. "You jump when you hear Tina's voice."

"I am a man." Mike said sternly. "I do not jump for a girl. The only one whipped is you, Sam."

"I'm the whipped one?" I asked again. It was time to have some fun. "Mike, can I borrow your IPod?"

Mike nodded and tossed his IPod touch to me. I knew Mike had a special ringtone for Tina. Every time Tina called Mike's phone, "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars played on his phone.

I scrolled down to B and played the song. I tried to hold my laughter as Mike lounged for his phone on his desk. When Mike realized the song wasn't coming from his phone, he looked over at me unamused.

"Wipe that smug grin off your face."

I laughed so hard it hurt.

About two hours later, I was in the dorm elevator on my way to practice. The elevator stopped on the 2nd floor. The elevator doors opened and Santana walked on the elevator.

"What's up, Guppy Lips?" Santana said before standing next to me.

"Nothing much. I'm on my way to practice." I said nonchalantly. "Hey, do you have plans this Saturday?"

"Why? Why do you want to know?" Santana asked rather quickly. She seemed a little nervous.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies. The movie theater on campus is showing a free screening of the Hangover II."

"I can't. I have a date?" Santana said as if it was more of a question than a statement.

"Well, do you or don't you have a date?" I asked. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"It's a date. It is definitely a date." Santana said definitively

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" I asked

"Shut up, Trouty Mouth." Santana snapped. "I have a date, so you'll have to find someone else to bother."

"It's fine. I can probably find someone else. I don't think Puck is doing anything this weekend-" My phone let out a single ring to signal that I had a text message. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and read the text. The sender surprised me.

Nebraska, are you free this Saturday afternoon? –Deshawn

"What is it?" Santana asked

"I have plans now." I said before replying 'yes' to Deshawn's text.

The elevator door opened on the first floor and we both walked out. We continued to walk until we were both outside.

"So, Santana, do you have a date with another Brittany clone?" I said jokingly

"Not exactly." Santana said. "I have to go." Santana sped ahead and walked around the corner of the block. Why was Santana acting so weird?

"Dad, can we take a break?" Heather asked. "I have to go to the little girls' room."

I nodded and Heather walked away to the bathroom. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mark was staring at me.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked

"You dated Mercedes Jones, the singer, didn't you?" Mark asked. "That's why you were so bothered by her songs this morning."

"Yes, but don't tell Heather." I whispered. "She still hasn't figured out that my Mercedes and the singer Mercedes are the same."

Mark raised one eyebrow. "My Mercedes?"

"I didn't mean my Mercedes." I said quickly

"It sounds like someone is still whipped." Mark said smugly

"The conversation ends now." I said

"Can I ask one more question?" Mark asked.

"You have almost as many questions as Heather." I said "What is it?"

"What was going on with you and Santana?" Mark asked

"We were friends." I said

"Whatever. Males and females cannot be friends." Mark said undoubtedly.

"Yes, they can."

Mark rubbed the back of his neck before saying, "The thing is that I don't get the friendship. I know Santana. She is cool. You're a square."

"Did you call me a square?"

"Yes. I call it like I see it."

"I-" I was caught off by Heather running back in the room and sitting on the couch. She picked her notebook up.

"You may continue, dad."

Mark laughed. "This isn't over."

"Yes, it is. Anyway, at football practice…."

I was taking a couple of reps so the first string quarterback could have a break. I was doing a pretty good job. I was mostly passing the ball off to the running back. I also threw some short passes to Adam, who was one of the wide receivers. But I really wanted to show off. I wanted the first string spot and the only way to get it was to impress Coach Sullivan.

Coach Sullivan's favorite word was 'explosive'. Every time, a player did a great play, he would usually say it was 'explosive'. Well, I had a few 'explosive' plays up my sleeve.

I jogged over to Adam during a break. "Adam, can you do me a favor?"

Adam nodded. "Sure, anything."

"On the next play, go long."

Adam looked at me surprisingly. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see. The ball is coming toward you." Adam nodded and we both went back to our positions.

After the ball was hiked to me, I jogged backward about ten yards. Adam was running speedily toward the end zone. Now or never. I used the 'special spiral' move that Mr. Jones had showed me. I threw the ball and it soared high above everyone. The ball went about 70 yards. Adam caught it and ran in the end zone for the touchdown.

I looked over to the sideline to a various amount of reactions. Many players had stunned faces. I heard Matt yell, "Do that, Sam!" The first string quarterback threw his water to ground, while Coach Sullivan took two steps forward.

"Goddang, Evans!" Coach Sullivan said excitedly. "Wooo-weee! That was explosive! That sucker must have gotten about 70 yards." He stepped closer and whispered. "Keep it up and you could be 1st string." Coach Sullivan walked back to the side.

I didn't get to celebrate long before I heard loud laughing. It was Reynold. "That wasn't explosive. I'll show you a good play."

What did that mean? Reynold had been gunning for Matt and me ever since the locker incident. He threw us snide comments and menacing glares every chance he got. Something was bound to happen.

I got another snap and looked around to throw the ball to someone. All of the receivers were covered. I was going to run but Reynold had knocked me on the ground. I was sacked.

I was hit hard. Matt ran over and offered me a hand. "Sam! You really got hit. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I grabbed his hand and he helped lift me off the ground.

"Are you okay, Evans?" Coach Sullivan yelled

"I'm fine. The hit wasn't that bad at all." I yelled to the sideline. I wasn't fine. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of my lungs, but I wouldn't give Reynold the satisfaction.

"No touching the quarterback!" Coach Sullivan yelled at Reynold. "Go run five laps."

Reynold smirked. "Gladly." Reynold started to jog to the sideline but he stopped next to Matt and me first. "Get used to being knocked on your ass, Evans." He said arrogantly before jogging away.

I started to go after him to give a piece of my mind, but Matt stopped me. "It's not worth it, Sam."

We both walked back to the sideline and sat down. Adam walked over and sat next to us. "Are you okay, Sam?"

"I'm fine. I wish everyone can stop asking me that. I'm not fragile. I can take a damn hit."

"Oooooook…" Adam said. "Someone is sensitive." Adam got up and walked toward the Gatorade dispenser.

"I got sacked! It isn't that a big deal! Right, Matt?" I asked Matt. He didn't respond. I looked over to Matt and he was watching Adam. "Um, Matt?"

"Huh?" Matt said turning his attention back to me. "What is it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing. What were you staring at?"

"I was looking at Adam. Have you noticed that Adam has gotten bigger?" Matt asked. I gave him a 'what are you talking about 'look. Matt explained, "I mean that he has gotten really muscular. I have never seen anyone gain so much muscle so fast. I'm going to ask him what his workout routine is."

I looked over to Adam. I had noticed that Adam had gotten a lot more muscular over the last month, but I didn't really think anything of it. Maybe it was a growth spurt?

"Anyway, Sam." Matt said changing the subject. "Your boy may have a girlfriend."

"Really? A girl actually came near you?" I asked jokingly. "Is she blind?"

"Hahaha, Sam. I will have you know that the girls are lining up to date me."

"The girls in your head don't count."

"Shut up, Sam."

"Ok, seriously, who is this girl?" I asked

Matt looked at me strangely before continuing. "Um…well, she is in my history lecture. I actually knew her before. We reconnected. She is beautiful and amazing. I really like her."

I went to the library after showering. After about two hours in the library, I went back to my dorm to find a sock on the doorknob. I internally groaned. It was 10pm and I was tired. I looked at the doorknob and noticed that a note and envelope were taped to the door. The note said:

Dear Sam,

We got 'Quinn Letters'.

Here is yours.

-Mike

I grabbed the letter. I probably wasn't getting back into my dorm tonight. I went to the Wilson house down the street to see if Matt would let me crash in his dorm room.

I walked up to Matt's room and knocked. Matt answered quickly, but only opened the door slightly, "Hey, man. What can I do for you?"

"I need to sleep." I said bluntly. "Can I come in?"

Matt seemed unsure. "Ummm…yeah, sure. Come in."

I walked in the room and sat down at the desk chair. "Can I sleep here?" I asked. Then I noticed something peculiar about Matt's room. It was quiet. Matt's room was never quiet. Matt had three very loud and opinionated roommates, whom were nowhere in sight. "How did you get the suite to yourself?"

"Ummm…Sam, normally I would let you sleep here, but I am kind of busy." Matt whispered tilting his head to his room.

I looked over to his room and saw a shadow in his room. I figured that Matt had a girl over. "Oh. I get the hint." I said getting up from the chair.

"Sorry, Sam, but it took a lot of work and bribing to get my roommates to leave for the night. What is wrong with your room?"

I sighed. "Mike has Tina in there. I got exiled. Well, actually, I guess I got sexiled." I said on a chuckle

"Sorry, Sam-"

"It's fine. I'll go-"

"Matt, do you have an extra blanket?" a girl said coming out of Matt's room. Her voice was familiar.

"I'm out." I said opening the door.

"Matt!" Santana said peeking out of the door. Santana saw me and completely walked out the room. I don't know who was more surprised, Santana or me. "Sam? What are you doing here?"

"Me? What are you doing here?" I looked at Matt and back at Santana. "You two? Matt, this is the girl you were talking about?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew by now." Matt said before looking at Santana. "Santana, I have been asking you all day to tell him."

"I didn't have a chance. Why didn't you tell him?" Santana said quickly.

"I thought you did. I thought it would be better if you told." Matt said. "That explains why Sam didn't know what girl I was talking about." Matt sighed.

"How are you two together?" I asked confused

Matt looked at me strange. "Are you not okay with this?"

I looked at him shocked. "Me? Are you okay with this?" Did Matt not know that Santana is a lesbian?

"What does that mean?" Matt asked. I looked over to Santana who had a worried expression. It was then that I realized she hadn't told him. The worry in her eyes almost seemed like she begging me to keep quiet.

"Nothing, Matt." I heard Santana give a deep sigh. "I am just shocked and room less."

"Sam." Santana said taking something out her jean's pocket. It was keys. Santana tossed them to me and I caught them. "You can have my room. I don't have any roommates."

"Are you sure?" I asked

"Yeah. You can sleep there. Help yourself to anything."

I mumbled a 'thanks' and left the room. I walked back to Lincoln House and took the elevator to the 2nd floor. I walked up to Santana's room. I opened the door and saw a bed.

I was way too happy to see a bed. I don't if it was happiness or delusion from my exhaustion but I may have …talked to it.

Closing the door, I walked over to the bed.

"Hello beautiful. I have been dreaming about you all day. Would you might if I lay on you? Of course you don't." I said flopping face first on the bed.

I looked to the wall adjacent to the bed. Santana's wall was similar to mine except there was nothing on it. I sat up and looked around her room. There was something strange about her room. It was bare. There wasn't anything personal about it. There were no pictures, posters, or decorations. The room was as blank as the room looked when everyone moved in on Moving Day. I pushed the observations out of my mind and quickly laid back down. I closed my eyes trying to go to sleep.

My phone let out a single ring not even ten seconds later and I fished my phone out of my jean pocket. I smiled at the text I got from Mercedes.

"Wanna Skype? I'm still up."

I texted back a 'sure', before I realized my laptop was still in my room. I sighed sadly. We hadn't talked in a couple days and I really wanted to see her. I was about to text her 'I can't', when I saw Santana's laptop. Santana did say help yourself to anything.

I grabbed Santana's laptop from her desk and sat back on the bed. I opened it and the preliminary screen popped up right away. It was password-protected. What could Santana's password be? Paula Abdul? Heights Adjacent? Glee? Cheerio?

Then it hit me. I typed in BRITTANY and it let me on the computer. My friend was still sprung. I logged on to my Skype account and tried to contact Mercedes. She popped up on the screen in less than one minute.

"What's up, Blondie?" Mercedes asked affectionately

"Midterms, midterms, and more midterms." I replied. "I am really starting to think my professors get together and conspire so that all my assignments are due on the same day."

"Sam the conspiracy artist. Who would have thought?" Mercedes said. "Sadly, I know the feeling. I had two papers due yesterday and two midterms today. I'm exhausted."

"Why did you want to Skype, baby doll?" I asked. "Go to sleep."

"I missed you." Her admission caused me to smile. "We haven't Skyped in three days."

"Yeah. I missed you too. This week has been insane. I haven't really had the time to think between school, football, tutoring, and guitar club-"

"Guitar club?" Mercedes asked surprised. "You didn't tell me about that. How was it?"

"It started last week." I said on shrug. "Puck convinced me to go with him. It was fun. How has school been for you-"

My question was cut off by an angry Santana slamming the door.

"Hi Sam!" Santana practically yelled angrily. "Hi Aretha!"

"Did Santana just barge into your room?" Mercedes asked confused

"No. I'm in Santana's room."

Mercedes looked at me with her 'hell-o-the no' face. "Excuse me? What are you doing in Santana's room?"

I had to admit that this looked bad. "Mike kicked me out of my room for Tina." I said. "I couldn't sleep in Matt's room because Matt and Santana were on a date. Santana said I could use her room, but I didn't think she was coming back."

"What? Matt and Santana?" Mercedes asked in disbelief. She lowered her voice almost to a whisper. "When did that happen?"

I shrugged my shoulders and leaned in closer to the screen. I whispered, "I have no idea."

"I can hear you both!" Santana yelled

"What happened, Santana?" I asked

"Matt and I got into an argument." Santana said. Santana looked at me before walking over. "Give me the computer."

"What? Why?"

"I need to talk to Mercedes about this." Santana said. "I need advice."

Santana took the computer from me and sat it at the desk with it. "Mercedes?" Santana asked

"No, you did not just take me away from my baby!" I heard Mercedes say as I grinned at the endearment.

"I need you more than wannabe-Bieber right now." Santana protested

I laid down on my side when I heard Mercedes finally agree. I felt something poke me in the side. I reached down into my pocket and pulled out an envelope. I had forgotten about my letter from Quinn. I opened the envelope and pulled the letter out. I read it.

Dear Sam,

I'm happy to hear that college has been going well for you. The psychology major sounds perfect for you. I always thought you were a great listener.

Also, Sam, I know it is frustrating being second string, but you should hang in there. I'm sure they will recognize your talent. Your coach would be idiot if he didn't make you first string. (Don't tell Finn, but I always thought that you were the better player in high school.) Anyway, tell me how everything works out. I love receiving letters back from you guys. I can always count on you, Mercedes, and Finn to write me back consistently.

As for me, I've been volunteering at an all girls' school. It never ceases to amaze me how enthusiastic they are about school. It's inspiring. When I was their age, I was only worried about how my outfit looked or boys.

So, how is the semester going?

Sincerely,

Quinn

I would write Quinn back later. As I closed the letter, I heard Mercedes say,

"You can't toy around with Matt, Santana. It isn't right."

"You don't understand, Mercedes."

"No, I think I do understand. Santana, the only person who is going to be hurt in the end is Matt." Mercedes said. "You have to be true to yourself. This isn't fair to anyone. You're only using Matt to get over Brittany."

"I hear you, Mercedes." Santana said crossing her arms. "I'll think about it. Thanks." Santana grabbed the laptop and handed it back to me.

Mercedes smiled at me. "Hey, Sam."

I smiled back. "Hey, Mercedes."

Santana interrupted, "You both just talked to each other. Why are you saying hi again?"

"Our conversation." I said oscillating my finger between myself and the screen.

"Whatever." Santana said opening one of her textbooks.

Mercedes said, "Sam." I turned my attention back to the screen. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

I watched as Mercedes wrote something in her notebook. After Mercedes finished writing, she faced the notebook to me. It said:

Can you go and sleep at Matt's?

I trust you, but you and a distressed person (Santana) is not a good combination.

She flipped the notebook. The other side read,

Resist your complex!

I laughed and nodded in response.

"Okay. Talk to you, tomorrow. Love you, Sam."

"Love you, too."

I logged out and shut down the computer.

"Tana, see you later. I'm going to Matt's."

Santana looked at me confused. "Why? I have an extra pillow and blanket. You can sleep on the floor."

I chuckled. "As appealing as that sounds, Matt has three free beds in his room."

"Eww." Santana said in response. "You don't know where Matt's disgusting roommates have been. My floor is probably more sanitary." Santana said walking over to me.

"I don't care." I said on a yawn. "I just want to sleep."

I got up from the bed and walked toward the door. Then Santana grabbed my arm.

"Don't make me say it, Sam."

My brows furrowed in confusion. "Say what?"

"I don't want to be by myself." Santana confessed. "You can have the bed. I don't care."

"It wasn't about the bed, Santana."

Santana smirked. "Its Mercedes, isn't it?" I looked at her in shock as she let go of my arm. "She doesn't want you staying with me." Santana cocked her head and rolled her eyes. "I'm gay, Trouty Mouth."

"A gay girl dating a guy." I said. "Santana, I understand where Mercedes is coming from and I want to respect her request."

"Since when does Mercedes own you?"

"Cheap psychology isn't going to work, Santana. This is my decision."

"Fine. Go to Matt's." Santana snapped. "I thought you were my friend."

I sighed. Everything in me wanted to stay and help her, but I promised Mercedes I wouldn't sleep there. I figured talking to her awhile wouldn't hurt. "What's going on with you, Santana? What are you doing with Matt? Does he know you're gay?"

Santana shook her head. "No and you better not tell him."

"Maybe I should, since I can make my own decisions."

Santana glared at me then crossed her arms. "Go away."

I sighed and walked over to sit next to her. "Talk to me. I can't stay all night, but we can talk."

With that statement, Santana told me everything. She laid her head on my shoulder.

"Matt and I have a class together. We have been talking for the past month, and we did our class assignments together." Santana paused. "The weird part is when I talk to Matt, I feel better. Matt tells me that I'm beautiful and amazing. He said he missed me most of all when his family had to move for his dad's job. When I'm with Matt, I think about Brittany less and less. I hurt less." She paused. "We started dating after it happened."

"What?"

"Damn, Facebook." Santana said. "One morning, I went on and saw that Brittany changed her status to in a relationship."

"I'm sorry, Santana."

"I saw the picture of the other girl. She isn't even as pretty as me." Santana sighed. "Anyway, later that day in class, Matt and I made plans to study. Then he asked me out on a date. I thought about how Brittany had obviously moved on. Why couldn't I?"

"Santana, you know this won't end well. I don't want to see either of you get hurt. It sounds like you're just using Matt to feel better."

"I know. It's like Brittany was heroin and Matt is methadone. I'm using him to wean me from the real thing."

I nodded. "If you don't mind me asking, what were you and Matt arguing about?"

"We were arguing about you."

"Why were you arguing about me?"

"Matt thinks I'm embarrassed of him, because I didn't tell you." Santana laughed. "That is ludicrous. I didn't tell you, because I was afraid of what you would say."

I laughed. "Since when do you care about what I think?"

Santana shrugged.

"Santana, I know you want to feel better, but you cannot toy around with Matt's feelings-"

"Now, you sound like Mercedes."

I continued, "I have heard the way he talks about you. Matt really likes you. You need to tell him that you can't return the feelings."

Santana and I continued to talk for a couple of hours. Well, it was mostly Santana talking and listening on my part. About 1 am, Santana had fallen asleep. I walked out quietly so I wouldn't wake her up. Since it was so late at night, I decided not to walk down the street to Matt's house. I slept on the couch in the common room.

Chapter 18 (Romeo and Juliet):

"Just a Kiss" by Lady Antebellum

"Superman" by Robin Thicke