A/N: Hey guys! So this chapter is a shortie! It's got a lot of info but it's gearing us for stuff to come. The next chapter is much, much longer. But I hope you enjoy this one. Let me know.

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Sunday morning, I woke up to Gordon sing the old school Kurt Franklin song, Stomp, loudly. I didn't feel like going to church but I hadn't been in a while, so what the hell?

I showered, did my hair and make-up and dressed in a blue wrap dress and a pair of platform pumps, then headed downstairs.

"You look pretty," Gordon complimented when I stepped into the kitchen.

"Thanks and you're not dressed for church," I said with a smile, looking at his sneakers, dark wash jeans and faded "WWJD?" t-shirt.

"No service today. It's the first spring day without ice or rain, so it's church clean-up," he explained.

"Well, I'm overdressed," I said looking down at myself. "You could've told me."

"I figured you had a date," Gordon chuckled. "Alright, Kiddo, have a good day. I'll be home late," he said with a kiss to my temple before he grabbed his keys and left.

Within minutes, there was a knock on the door. I opened to find the green eyed Sam.

"Hi!" I beamed jumping into his arms.

"Hey," he said holding me close as we backed into the house. "You look beautiful."

"Dressed for church but there was no service," I explained.

"Nevertheless, you look great," Sam smiled. My insides literally melted.

"Thank you," I said bashfully.

"Are you going to wear that or are you going to change?" he asked.

"Change. Be right back," I said slipping my shoes off and running upstairs. I put on dark wash jeans, purple t-shirt that read 'You Better Work, Bitch' and a hoodie that looked like layers: a grey hoodie, denim jacket and a leather jacket. I put my feet in my moto boots grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to meet Sam.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yep," I answered leading him from the house to his Audi. He opened the door for me, then got in himself and we headed toward his house.

I always love going to the place where Sam lives with his family. I loved spending time with them even when they didn't want to spend any time with me.

When we got upstairs, I could hear the news.

"Toledo is in a state of terror," the female in-the-field reporter said. "Police are baffled by the escalating murders and disappearances. Theories range from a vicious new gang to a wildly active serial killer," she said as Sam and I stepped into the room. "Reporting live, Sarah Janey, WTOL, CBS News."

"It's getting worse," Will said, turning the TV off. "We're going to have to do something."

"It takes more than one of our kind to course the damage they're reporting," Mike said solemnly. "Quite a few more. And they're undisciplined conspicuous," he said an annoyance marring his voice that confused me.

"It's newborns," Sam said.

"What, like new vampires?" I asked, my mind's eyes flickering back to the destruction that was behind the reporter. Fired, torn apart cars with their pieces strewn everywhere.

"In the first few months after the charge," Sam told me.

"That's when we're at our most uncontrollable," Mike added. "Vicious. Insane with thirst."

"Something to look forward to," Finn joked drily. I chuckled slightly. I now had a real fear of being cuckoo after I'm turned. No one else turned it over.

"No one's trained these newborns but this isn't random," Mike continued.

"Someone's creating an army," Will said, dismay crossing his countenance.

"Well, now we're definitely going to Toledo," Finn said excitedly, as he hopped up from his seat on the arm of the couch.

I was happy that Finn was excited about this army but I felt sick to my stomach.

"So, an army of vampires?" I asked between swallowing the fear vomit that was trying to make its presence known.

"Yes," Mike nodded, "and they've been created to fight someone."

"We're the only clan even close to Toledo," Sam said making eye contact with Mike.

"Regardless of why they were made, if we don't put a stop to them, the Malignita will," Will told us. "I'm surprised they've let it go on this long," he said confusion on his face.

"Maybe they're behind it," Sam suggested. "In Italy, I read Lilith's mind. She wants me and Tina to join them; but she knows we'll never choose her as long as our family's still alive.

"An army could solve that for them," Mike said angrily.

"So what now?" Finn asked.

"We wait." Will said getting to his feet. "I don't want to make a move until we have a better idea of who and how many we're dealing with."

"I'll gather intel," Mike said getting to his feet and briskly walking out of the room.

"Don't worry, Mercedes," Will said his hands on my shoulders.

"Yeah. I've been spoiling for a fight," Finn grinned as he and Will left the room, leaving me and Sam alone.

He led me to the couch and we sat in silence.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, playing with his fingers, averting my eyes.

"Tell you what?" he questioned.

"About reading Lilith's mind," I told him.

"I didn't think it important," he said casually.

"What?" I asked, finally meeting his eyes. "You didn't think it was important to tell me that a centuries old, homicidal vampire wants you and one of my bests friends to join her band of blood-sucking, child eating whack-a-dos?"

"Well, when you put it that way," he laughed.

"I'm being serious," I said steely.

"I'm sorry," Sam said getting his laughter under control. "There was no need to alarm you of something that will never happen."

"Well, ding-ding-ding," I said waving my arms in the air, "danger Will Robinson!"

"Mercy," Sam chuckled, putting my arms down, "nothing is going to happen. I promise."

"You can't promise that."

"I just did."

"But…" I started but was interrupted by the feel of his lips on mine.

"Stop worrying," he said his forehead on mine. I nodded and we joined our lips again.

Sam and I spent the entire day making out, baking with Kurt, watching Puck and Lauren arm wrestle for money, talking to Brittany about her ginormous cat, Lord Tubbington, I watched Will referee Sam, Finn, Blaine and Mike in a tug of war battle with Emma, Rachel, Quinn and Tina. Girls won. Santana and I bonded over our love for all things Whitney and R&B and she showed me some stuff she had autographed by a bunch of Motown artist and she told me that Amy Winehouse was one of her all-time favorites and that it crushed her when she died and I told her that I had that same experience when Whitney died. Artie and I danced to Bobby Brown classics.

It was a great day and the Schuesters are a great family. I said my goodbyes to them and I was home by 10:30pm.

"Are you staying?" I asked Sam before I exited the car.

"Yeah, I'll be back in an hour," Sam answered. We kissed, I got out and he sped off.

When I go inside the house, I realized that all the lights were off, excluding the one in kitchen. Gordon was sitting at the table going over some paper; his brow furrowed.

"Hey," I said putting my bag down, "did you eat dinner yet?"

He did a double take at me as if he had just realized I was in the room, "No, I haven't," he finally said with a deep sigh. He slid one of the papers he was looking at toward me, "This kid, Peter Stone, disappeared over a year ago and his poor parents, friends of mine, have been papering Toledo with these things ever since," he explained, his eyes glued to the Missing Persons flyer.

"You think they should just give up?" I asked, my hand on his shoulder.

He looked at me shocked before he spoke, "Well, I wouldn't if it were you," he said putting his arm around my waist, pulling me close, "not ever."

I hugged Gordon and we stayed embraced for a while in silence. I had so many things on my mind. All of them about the new phase of my life. My vampire life. My life with Sam.