A/N. Thank you for such a positive response to the idea of this story! I got on really long review from LunaSolTierra, thank you for all of your ideas, I'll try and include some of them at some point in the story if I can! Moonlight015 and Jadziwine thank you for saying you wanted to read the story! I have a couple of days off and I really wanted to start this story so here is the first chapter. I still don't own Glee or it's characters. Please leave me a review if you like it.

Just Believe

Chapter One

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed."

There are a lot of things that you can't know the first time you meet a person, you can't know whether this meeting will be a onetime occurrence or if you will meet again, perhaps often or just sporadically. You can't know that this person is the other half of you, the half that you hadn't quite realised was missing until they clicked into place, filling an unknown void in your heart. There is no way of knowing that this moment, no matter how significant at first glance, will be ingrained in your memory forever. The first time that Sam Evan's met Mercedes Jones there was no possible way of knowing how deeply that moment would transcend throughout the rest of his existence. He couldn't know all that much about her at all in fact, considering the way they met.

It was a Thursday afternoon, it wasn't a particularly interesting day, and Sam could only remember the date because he had been staring at the 'quote a day calendar' his mother had bought for him. It rested on the side of his desk and he often found himself staring at it during the long hours of another boring day at a work. Maybe the reason he stared at it so much was because he was watching the days slowly tick by while he wasted his life in a mind numbing job. He sold computer parts, not exactly the kind of job his guidance counsellor had been hoping for when they had discussed it in the tiny stuffy office that was supposed to be some form of 'student sanctuary'. Still it was April 13th, at around four in the afternoon when Sam made the call that would change his life immeasurably.

"Hi you've reached Lima Technologies Ltd. Mercedes Jones speaking, how may I help you today?" The voice on the other end of the phone was a shock to Sam's system. It wasn't so much the words that she was saying, he was sure that the prompt was written on the teams welcome pack, it was the fact she sounded so happy. It was odd to hear a phone sales person that sounded as happy as that. Maybe Mercedes was just a good actress.

Sam cleared his throat quietly "I'm calling from Creative Computing, I was hoping to speak to someone about setting up a standing order?" The entire conversation was boring to Sam; he wasn't actually hoping to talk to anyone about computers or anything that related to them, he did however want to talk to Mercedes.

Mercedes smiled as she listened to the voice on the other end of the line, there was a Southern tinge to the man's voice, and he sounded like she felt, ridiculously bored by this entire process. "Um sure, let me just open up the page." She clicked around her computer for a few seconds and could hear him humming at the other end of the line. She didn't recognise the song but she liked the sound of it. "So Creative Computing is in Kentucky right?" she asked him.

"Yep" Sam mumbled, for some reason he was nervous, and he couldn't remember the exact reason for his call. Mercedes voice had this melodic quality to it that made Sam feel a little strange.

Wow. Mercedes thought, this guy was not much of a conversationalist. "So what order did you want to set up?" she enquired.

Sam explained exactly what it was that he wanted to order and the monthly intervals that he needed it to arrive at. Mercedes made a number of noises of agreement as he spoke. "And what name should I be putting on the order?" Mercedes asked. It wasn't exactly essential that she knew this information since she had the company name, but part of her just wanted to put a name to the voice.

"Sam Evans" he replied.

"Well thank you for calling Mr Evan's. I'll get that all sorted for you, any problems or enquiries, just give us a call." Mercedes told him preparing to hang up.

Sam smiled "You can call me Sam. I'll be sure to call you if I need anything." He replied. He knew that he was coming off as incredibly arrogant to assume that she wanted him to call her, but he got this vibe. Was it possible to get a vibe from a phone call?

Mercedes could sense that Sam was flirting with her, she was dense when it came to guys at times, but a guy did not go from a disinterested tone to the one Sam had just used when they were casually saying goodbye to a stranger on the phone. He was definitely flirting with her, and in spite of herself Mercedes was actually enjoying it.

"Okay then Sam, you do that." Mercedes responded in a similar tone to the one Sam had just used.

Sam wasn't naive enough to believe that you could really like or know somebody based on a thirty minute phone call about external hard drives, but he had certainly gotten a thought in his head. Mercedes Jones, of course had already searched her name on Facebook. Her profile was, much to his annoyance, set to private and he knew that they weren't at Facebook friend level yet. Her profile picture wasn't exactly helpful either, there were four girls in it and he had no idea which one she was. Sam sighed as he clicked the web browser shut after looking at the picture for the third time that day. He wasn't usually this much of a stalker, well he hoped he wasn't anyway. He knew that he could easily just call her again, but it felt a little awkward to call a girl that he barely knew.

Some afternoons he found himself wondering about Mercedes and what she was doing. He assumed that like him she was at work, and he wondered whether or not she liked her job or if like him there was a dream inside of that she was waiting for. He tapped his long, slender fingers on the desk and let out a breath. Fuck it he thought, he'd just call, if worst came to worst he could always use his job as a pretence and reason for calling.

"Hi you've reached Lima Technologies Ltd. Quinn Fabray speaking, how may I help you today?" Sam tried not to let his disappoint leak into his tone when he realised that someone else had answered, for some reason he hadn't considered the possibility that someone else would answer the phone.

Still he couldn't just hang up "I was just calling to check on an order I made a couple of weeks ago" he told the woman on the phone.

Quinn nodded (she was always doing that even though she was on the phone) "Okay. What's the company name?" she asked.

"Creative Computing" He replied.

Quinn's pale green eyes widened as she realised who was calling. "Can just hold on one moment while I find that for you?" she asked.

"Okay" Sam said. He heard a click and the gentle hum of the 'hold' music as he waited for her to find the order he wasn't remotely interested in.

Quinn pulled her headset off and ran into the staff room where she found her best friend and co worker making herself a coffee. "Hey Quinn, do you want a drink?" she asked as she turned to her friend and smiled, tiny crinkles appearing around the corners of her dark brown eyes.

"That guy, he's called" Quinn told her, her feet lifting from the ground a little.

Mercedes quirked an eyebrow, "I didn't you know you were expecting a call" she replied, looking at her friend expectantly. How could Quinn not have mentioned that there was a new guy on the scene? She was actually a little bit pissed.

The blonde shook her head "No, he's not my guy. He's not calling for me. It's your guy. The guy" Quinn told her, nodding her head slightly as she spoke.

Mercedes forehead creased as she stared at her friend "Wait... he's asking for me?" she asked hopefully as she stirred milk into her coffee. Mercedes had been thinking about Sam Evan's nonstop for the past couple of weeks, it felt as though she was waiting for him to call her. Every time the phone rang she would desperately try to be the first person to answer it just in case it was Sam. The rest of her office must have thought that she was desperate for commission the way she answered every call in a frenzied manner.

"Well no. He said he was calling about the order, but I don't really buy it."

Sam had listened to two and a half songs, both of which sucked pretty badly, he didn't really understand why he was actually waiting to hear about the order he had made when that wasn't even the reason that he called. He did have a feeling though that this call was going to end better than it had begun.

"Hi, sorry about the wait Mr Evan's, I'll just put you through to the operator who's dealing with your request" Quinn told him, grinning with excitement as she watched her friend pick up the call.

"Mr Evan's" Mercedes began "Your order is being dispatched tomorrow" she told him, her tone was a mixture of playful and business like as she spoke.

Sam grinned; he felt a warmness in the pit of his stomach as he heard the honey coated tones of Mercedes Jones. "I told you could call me Sam" he replied.

Mercedes found herself grinning "Mm. I don't know about that Mr Evan's. Maybe if you called me outside of working hours I would." She replied, her sassiness flowing freely now.

Subconsciously Sam licked his full, reddened lips. "Well I would like to do that Ms Jones, I would love to call you outside of working hours, but unfortunately you haven't given me a contact number."

She grinned as she told him her phone number. Mercedes wasn't exactly sure of why she was giving a stranger that she had never even met before, her phone number, but it felt like a natural instinct to trust Sam. If anything she was more excited than she was nervous about the prospect of him calling her, she had no idea what they'd talk about, considering so far the only thing they had in common was the type of lame career they had.

"So can I call you tonight?" he asked her, his stomach was filled with those fat ass butterflies he only ever got when he was about to do something really important.

"You can. I'll be home by like five thirty" she told him.

Sam spent the rest of his day with a gut full of nerves. The worst that could happen during the phone call was that he'd do an impression that Mercedes couldn't recognise and she'd hang up. It would be embarrassing the next time he called her office and they would have to pretend they'd never spoken before, but it wouldn't be that bad. Well he hoped not.

He arrived back at his apartment, and stared at his friend Mike who was doing some weird contortionist dance move in their living room. Sam looked at him with an expression of bemusement that Mike was highly familiar with. "Did you call her or not?" Mike was a highly irritating presence in Sam's life. They had been close friends since school and Mike was like some friend decoder and could always tell when something was bothering Sam. People often made jokes about how close Sam and Mike were, Sam would be more worried if it wasn't for Mike's long term girlfriend Tina.

"Yes I called her" Sam told him with a certain amount of smugness. "She gave me her home number so I'll be calling her tonight actually."

Mike slapped his friend on the back "Dude, thank God, I was getting bored of hearing you writing pro and con lists about calling her" he said.

Sam made an irritated face at his friend "Whatever. I'm going to call her now. So don't come into my room to tell me any boring stories about the way that Tina's hair looked this morning or how cute it is when she laughs. I don't need to feel more nauseous than I already do" Sam smirked at his friend as he went into his room.

"My girlfriend is awesome" Mike mumbled under his breath.

Mercedes brushed her think dark hair out from the pony tail it had been in that day. It was still pretty smooth from having it relaxed a few weeks ago. It reached just under her shoulders. She started to remove her eye makeup when her phone started its shrill ringing tone. Mercedes quickly grabbed her bag and started rooting through it; she really didn't want to miss the opportunity to speak to Sam. Finally she found her blackberry and answered it "Hello" she managed rather breathless from wrestling her bag.

Sam smiled instantaneously as he heard her voice "It's me. Sam" he said softly.

Mercedes grinned, tugging at her bottom lip where it rested between her teeth. "Hi" she replied, sitting down on her bed. She'd only managed to get the makeup of her eyes so her reflection looked a little strange, it didn't matter though she had this weird energized feeling running through her body.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked "You sound a little... breathless?" Mercedes wondered if that was a line, but from his tone she could tell that he was actually concerned about whether or not she was breathing that way because of him or because of something else.

"Oh I was just looking for my phone. I had a small disagreement with my bag, that's all" she told him, speaking quickly, because she was aware of how stupid she was coming off.

Sam chuckled, it was a deep sound that Mercedes could tell was from a real sense of amusement "I see" he replied. "So... what should we talk about? I've never really done this before" he told her.

"What called a girl on the phone?" she asked, she was poking fun at him "Or never called a stranger?" she asked.

Sam sat down on the edge of his bed leaning the phone between his ear and his shoulder while he fiddled with laptop that rested next to him, "Called a stranger." He replied.

"Just tell me something about you that you think is interesting." Mercedes told him.

Sam thought for a minute, there were lots of things he could say to her, but he didn't want to just say the first random thought that entered his head, he wanted this first conversation to mean something. "I hate working in computers. I know that you could probably tell that from my general disposition when I called you at work, but I really don't want to do it" he told her. It felt a little strange to tell her that, he didn't really talk to anyone about how disappointed he was in himself that he had settled for a life he didn't really want.

Mercedes made an empathetic clucking sort of noise "Well as sunny as my disposition is at work, I didn't exactly dream of selling people electrical goods" she replied. There was a connection here, Mercedes could feel it, and they understood a feeling from one another. A feeling that life had somehow gotten away from them and turned into something that hadn't been expecting.

"So what do you really want to do?" Sam asked her softly.

"I want to be a singer. I know that sounds ridiculous, but ever since I was a little girl I've been singing. I used to be in my school's glee club, I really thought that when I left high school, I'd move to a big city and everyone would want to buy my album. It didn't exactly work out that way." Mercedes sighed at the thought of her childish dreams.

Sam rubbed his chin thoughtfully "You should, like, send me an MP3 of you singing or something, or just sing something down the phone."

Mercedes laughed, "I think it might be a little early for that. What about you? What did you want to do when you left school?" she questioned.

"I just wanted to be successful, but I couldn't afford college without a scholarship, I really wanted to write. Not a novel or anything, I wanted to write my own comic book." He sighed "I know that girls think that comic books are really lame, but I really like them. Not in a massively geeky way though."

"A cool comic book nerd huh?"

Sam laughed "Exactly."

"I don't think they're really lame. I haven't ever really read one. I like the movies of them though" Mercedes told him. She liked the movies mainly because the guys in them wore incredibly tight clothes and looked really hot. She assumed Sam liked them for entirely different reasons.

"I'll lend you one sometime" he promised her. He looked at his watch "I kind of have to go now. But I can call again tomorrow?"

"Sure." Mercedes replied "I'll talk to you soon."

"Mercedes" Sam started. "I know that usually we'd become friends on Facebook or whatever. But I kind of think we should just call each other for now" he told her.

Mercedes frowned at his idea "Why?" she asked.

"I want to really know you before I see you."

"Okay then. Bye Sam."

"Bye Mercedes." Sam hung up the phone and grinned to himself. He was being honest, he wanted to know this girl and he didn't want to like her purely based on her looks; he was sure from her tone and the confidence in her voice that she was hot, but for some reason that wasn't why he wanted to call her again. He wanted to know more about her being a singer and why she even let him have her number in the first place.

Mercedes placed her phone carefully on her dressing table; she sat on the seat and finished removing her makeup. Thinking about Sam's request to remain mysterious, she felt a little bad that she had already looked him up on Facebook, he was the only Sam Evan's listed in Kentucky and his picture was of him and girl who must have been around eleven, so she already knew what he looked like. Not that she had been disappointed by what she'd found, he was pretty fine. His lips were bigger than any lips she'd seen on a white guy before, but it kind of suited him, especially the way he was smiling, a smile that reached all the way up to his eyes. She also appreciated the way his t-shirt clung to the well defined muscles in his arms. For the first time in what seemed like a long time, she was really looking forward to tomorrow, and the possibilities that a brand new day held for her and for Sam too.

Okay, so was it a good start? This is how the real couple met in the book (their jobs were different though) and I think how they met is really important to the integrity of their story because it says so much about their connection and how they dealt with the accident.

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