Sam and Mercedes, NO WAY! I don't really think they work well at all, Mercedes needs somone a little like herself, and she and Sam are nothing alike. However since the Prom episode; I kinda figured they were getting together...Dumb...

Anyway enough rambling on about my disappointment it's time to say HELL YEAH, to the Quinn/Santana friendship in the New York episode, they are so totally obviously friends.

And now I introduce you to chapter 3! Happy Reading!

Sam stepped up to his hotel room and pulled out his card key, "you rock man, Sam you totally kicked ass today." He smiled at himself, before it turned into a frown, well except for the flowers, I mean how many times has your mother showed you the garden/flower book...and you still mixed lillies up with roses? Unbelievable! He shook his head as he slid the card into the door and opened it up, and dammit what was her band name!

He stepped into the room and threw the card on the desk in the room. No one was 'home' right now they were currently at the park because Stevie, and Stacy had been complaining about being bored all the time; so his parents took them out. He walked over to the table and sat down flicking on the TV with the remote that was sitting there. He changed the channel over and over before he stopped on The Terminator, yeah Arnold Schwarzenegger may be in a bit of a situation and people may hate him now but that didn't stop Sam from enjoying one of his favorite movies.

He set the remote down, slid his hand into his pocket and relaxed. About ten minutes later the phone rang, Sam snapped out of his gaze toward the TV and nodded, "I'll be back," He imitated the movie before muting the TV and going to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sam!" Rachel greeted happily.

Sam shrugged, "hey, what's up?"

Rachel hummed, "well, I'm sitting here with Finn, and he just really wanted to check in and all, with what's going on."

Sam sighed, "give him the phone."

"I'll do that," the diva answered before he heard them exchange a few argumental words.

"Hey, Sam." Finn said.

"Finn, look I agreed to what you asked me for, but it will take time you know, I never even brought up your name."

"What, why?" That was the whole point of it.

Sam glanced at the TV, it was currently on his favorite part, he smiled sadly; he'd have to miss it, "because she didn't want to talk about that then, okay look I told you I'd do it and I'm doing it...so just be patient."

Finn didn't answer however Sam heard a muffled, "what does patient mean?" He assumed Finn had covered the reciever with his hand. He also heard the answer from Rachel, "oh, sweetie patient is the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset...so in your terms it just means waiting."

Sam sighed heavily before saying, "Finn."

Finn could be heard normally again as he said, "sorry dude, I realize I should probably back off a bit."

Sam nodded, "yeah," then he got a bright idea, "hey, Finn, how would you feel about being in a band?"

Finn chuckled, "oh, dude, that would be awesome! Am I starting one?" He asked seriously.

Sam shook his head, "no, but how would you like to join mine?"

He could hear the smile in Finn's voice as he answered, "awesome!"

Sam smirked, now Quinn would have to tell him her band name.

Quinn was getting frustrated, she glanced at her clock, it had already been an hour. If she had known that she was going to get stood up by her best friend then she never would have made Sam leave. She shook her head, "well, God, I thought Santana and I were going to be friends again."

She laid her head against the back of her couch and closed her eyes.

...and she was just about to fall alseep when the doorbell rang. She jumped up and walked to her door, she sighed and opened it.

The Latina stood there leaning against the doorway and gave her a smirk, "Q."

Quinn just shook her head and slammed the door in her face.

There were two knocks on the door, "Q, come on, open the door."

Quinn stood there staring at the wooden door, but she said nothing.

The knocking continued, "Q...Quinn, come on."

Quinn kicked the door, "no!"

Santana started knocking faster and it became more frantic.

Quinn pressed her hands over her ears as the knocking got louder, "ugh, Santana stop it!"

She could hear a little laughter behind the door, "oh, hell no Q, I'm not stopping until you open the damn door and let me in."

Quinn stared at the door hard, why did Santana have to be so damn demanding? However she swung the door open anyway and had to catch the raven haired girl before she fell to the floor.

Santana stood up straighter as she caught her balance, "damn Quinn, you are messed up, I really didn't expect you to give in that fast."

"You're late."

Santana shook her head, "yeah, and I'm really sorry about that, I had to stop at the Hummel place and have Burt run a check on my truck, the stupid thing broke down on the way here."

Quinn gave her a questioning glance.

Santana raised her hand, "I swear to it Quinn, that I'm not lying."

Quinn shrugged, "whatever, are we gonna get this thing on or what?"

Santana smiled as she wrapped her arm around the blonde's shoulder, "you know Q, that short hair of yours is doing pretty damn good."

Quinn smiled, "I love it."

Santana agreed, "yeah, it's definately hot, not that the long hair wasn't, but it definately works also." The two walked out the door and walked down the steps before the Latina stopped, "wait, where's your car?" She asked.

Quinn shrugged, "my dad won the family car in the divorce, so my mom and I are sharing...she has it right now."

Santana scoffed, "dammit, I really hate my truck...that stupid damn thing is making us walk the whole damn day."

Quinn gave her a sideways glance, "You say damn and awful lot Santana."

The Latina shrugged, "it's in my nature."

"Why'd you want us to meet up?" Puck asked looking around, they were currently at The Lima Bean (they being himself, Sam and Finn).

Finn shrugged, "don't ask me, Sam's the one who called."

Puck nodded, "duh, Frankenteen, I was talking to Trouty Mouth."

Sam rolled his eyes at the nickname, "I already told you, I wanna start a band."

Puck nodded as he looked at the sugar packets on the table, "I heard that much, and I agreed, so why are we meeting up?"

Sam shrugged, "I figured we needed to discuss it a little more...I mean with the vocals, and the instruments and all."

Finn sighed, "why, we can all sing, and I play drums as you two play guitar."

Sam nodded, "yeah, but what about bass, or keyboard?"

Puck slid the packages of sugar toward himself before he opened a few of them and poured them onto the table, "well, I play bass."

Finn looked at him oddly, "dude, what are you doing?"

Puck took his coffee cup and placed it so that it was balancing on its bottom edge within the sugar crystals, "nothing."

Sam looked at the two of them, "so, Finn will play the drums, Puck you'll play bass because I don't know how to play anything but guitar, so I'll play guitar. And I suppose we could all sing."

Puck shook his head, "nah, I mean the instruments fine, but we need a sexy front line person you know?"

Sam shrugged, "I am sexy."

Puck nodded, "Well, I'm a helluva lot sexier than either of you, but I'm talking girl sexy...change it up a bit you know, do the rockness stuff a little more like Paramore and a little less like Bon Jovi."

Finn shook his head, "but Bon Jovi's a great band."

The blonde boy nodded in agreement.

The mohawked kid nodded, "yeah, I know but dudes to be a successful band you need to know how to get the attention of everyone. The way I see it is this...the ladies will love us because we're all some very good looking dudes. And the guys will probably only listen if word gets out that we're good, or if it's some gay guy, which of course wouldn't be a problem...but if you insert a certain sexy chick in the middle, guys will also be swooning over our music because of said hot chick."

Finn nodded, "huh, kind of makes since."

Puck nodded, "yeah, it does, and it'll also help distract from the band name if we end up with a lame-ass one."

So that concludes chapter 3, hope you enjoyed it.

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