Ok so this was suppose to be a longer chapter because I had over ten pages typed but I decided to make it into two separate chapters. Sorry for any typos or mistakes. Poor Quinn in the last episode. It also sucks that we have to wait to see if Finn and Rachel are going to get married, which I hope happens! Glee is on a 7 wk hiatus but now it's 6 wks so that's good that time is cruising by. And how about the news of Cory and Lea finally dating? I'm so happy that I'm on cloud 9 ^_^

Charlie POV:

"Stupid piece of shit," I hiss quietly to myself. Walking in the pouring rain, I silently cursed to myself about my motorcycle that refused to start this morning. Now here I am walking home drenched by the rainstorm. Going home is my last resort but since Mrs. Flora didn't need me to come into work today, Glee was cancelled and Cheerios practice was cut short because of the rain, I had no ulterior motive but to go back to the emptiness and coldness of my so called home.

Before crossing the street, someone beeped as a light flashed in my view. I looked at the beaten up red pickup truck halt to a stop. The window rolled down revealing a worried Sam. "What are you doing out in the rain?" he yelled over the heavy sound of rain.

I walked up to his passenger side window and leaned on the frame. "Nothing just decided to walk home on this beautiful day," I sarcastically commented.

He smirked showing that I humored him. "Sorry it was a stupid question. Come on let me give you a ride." He reached over and opened the car slightly as I hesitated. "I promise I won't bite." I laughed then he joined. He put his hands up in defense. "I won't even talk if that's what you want."

I thought it over for a second then jumped into the truck. I murmured a thanks and an address. We rode in silence for a while until I shivered a bit. He seemed to notice because he reached across me to grab a blanket on the floor of the car. "Here. This should warm you up and if you're still cold you can move closer to me," he said, turning on the heater. I debated silently in my head if this was a good or bad idea. Finally I shifted closer to him until I was snuggled warmly to his side, my head gently on his shoulder. He flashed me a smile and removed his hand from the wheel to place it over my shoulder.

"Thanks Sam," I kindly said.

I felt him nodding. "It's the least I can do. I mean I should be thanking you really."

Without removing my head on his shoulder, I looked up. "For what?" I asked confused.

He shrugged. "Because without you Rachel and Finn would've never got together and you always stand up for Rachel no matter what. You are really something special," he mused, looking at me with adoring eyes.

My cheeks instantly felt warm when I looked back down. No I can't be blushing. I never blush!

"So where is Rachel?" I quickly changed the subject. Ignoring the butterfly feeling I had for him, I sat up straight already missing the feeling of being so close to him.

He cleared his throat as he looked back to the road. "She went with Finn after football practice and I had to go to the library. She's probably hanging out with Finn at the tire shop."

"Oh of course. So why did you need to go to the library? I mean I've seen you there sometimes when I pass by."

His lips pressed in a grim line. "I…uh…I'm dyslexic and I get extra help so I can do better in school," he explained, avoiding my eyes completely.

"Hey there's nothing to be ashamed of," I offered and he briefly looked down to me, flashing his gorgeous smile.

"Thanks."

I nodded. "What do you think about the musical this year?"

"I never seen Rent but it has to be a cool play by the way everyone was cheering."

I stared at him as if he had two heads. "You've never seen Rent? It's my favorite musical of all times! I've seen the musical on Broadway and own the movie," I gushed.

I turned and caught him staring at me with those eyes again. They were soft and just lit with pure happiness. "What?" I asked uneasy under his stare.

He shook his head. "It's just this is the first time I saw you excited about something."

I rose an eyebrow then a second later his eyes widen. "No no I didn't mean you're unhappy…I just…I don't know. It's all coming out wrong," he said frustrated.

I placed a hand over his on the wheel. He instantly relaxed under my touch causing me to smile. "I understand what you mean Sam." He smiled and nodded still focusing on driving. "This is me," I announced, pointing to a small house. He pulled over and parked. I took off the blanket and handed it to him. "Thanks again for the ride."

Before jumping out, he lightly grabbed my hand. I looked down at our hands then looked at him. "I was just wondering maybe you could come over one day this week with the movie and we could watch it?" he asked unsure more than asking.

"Yeah sure. That sounds good."

He widely smiled. "Great it's a date," he quickly said. He started to blush when he caught what he said. "I didn't mean date. I meant…"

I cut him off by placing a finger to his lips. "It's a date," I clarified, kissing his cheek then jumped out of the car and walked towards the house. I turned around to see Sam wave and drove off.

I waved until I knew for sure he was gone. My smile was placed with a grim, dark look as I started walking to my real house.

Opening the front door, I felt the usual silence and emptiness in the house. I quietly closed the door and attempted to sneak upstairs. "Cataleya is that you?" I heard from the kitchen. Rolling my eyes, I unwillingly dragged on to the kitchen.

Sitting on the bar stool that was connected to a center aisle, I slowly sighed as my stepmom looked up from her planner. "What did I tell you about slouching Cataleya? Young women are raised with poise and proper etiquette."

I sat up a little straighter not wanting her to bitch anymore. "What did you call me for?" I asked getting straight to the point.

She wrote a few things in her planner then closed it. "Oh dear why are you soaked?"

I shrugged. "My motorcycle didn't start this morning."

She shook her head in disgust. "I told you to get rid of that nasty and risky contraption. Ladies aren't supposed to be riding those things," she pointedly stated. "Anyway my designer is coming tomorrow for that dress fitting so whatever you have after school cancel it."

I rolled my eyes. "I can't because it's important."

She looked at me with an icy glare. "What could be more important than trying on your dress for the ball?"

"Glee club. We're doing Rent as the winter musical, so the designer just has to wait 'til after." I stood up and headed for my room.

"Young lady you will not make a fool of your mother with your fantasies. What could you possibly need singing or dancing or cheering for in your bright future? What a waste of your time!" she argued. She heavily sighed. "You already broke my heart by going McKinley instead of Caramel High so you will be here after school promptly. I do everything for you but all I get in return is your attitude. You're such a brat."

I stopped abruptly at the doorway. I clenched my fist into balls, anger filling every inch of my body. I spun around and walked right up to her. "You aren't my mother. You will never be my mother. And I don't owe you anything. Tú no eres importante para mí (You aren't important to me)." I exasperated through gritted teeth.

I ran out of the room, up to my room and locked the door. Taking deep breathes, I rammed through my closet for something hidden. Finding the old shoebox, I took off the lid and found a few pictures of my mom, dad and I. I noticed tears leaking from my face when my vision became blurry.

Whatever true happiness I had died with my mom and it would never be possible to ever feel that way again.

Sam POV:

"Ray!" I called, walking into the house.

"In here," I faintly heard from the living room.

I walked into the room; Rachel's eyes glued to the screen. "Funny girl again?" I groaned more than asked, dropping my bad next to the couch as I plopped next to her. She quickly hushed me. I rolled my eyes watching the movie for a while. "How was handing out with Finn?" I eventually broke the silence.

"It was good. I assisted him with a customers tire. It was quite exciting. Other than that it was dead."

I smirked at her. "You guys probably scared everyone by making out in front of them," I joked.

She punched me without a second look. Sitting up, I gave her a fake hurt expression. "Awww Rachie."

She lightly laughed. "That was well deserved on your part," she confidently said.

She handed me the bowl of popcorn. "Where were you? I expected you to be home before Finn dropped me off."

"I went to the library after practice then when I drove home, I saw Charlie walking in the rain so I gave her a ride home," I said hoping Rachel wouldn't ask any more questions.

She paused the movies and turned to face me, sitting Indian style. "So what did you guys talk about?" She madly grinned.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "We were talking about the musical we're doing in school this year and I sort of invited her to come over one day and watch Rent."

She jumped up and down, clapping her hands in excitement. "Perfect it's a date then," she stated surely.

"No Ray. It's just two friends watching Rent for the sake of the play."

She shuffled a laugh. "Sure," she teased.

I rolled my eyes. "She's not into me like that."

"On the contrary I know she likes you and I definitely approve," she proudly announced, adding authority to her tone.

My eyes widen at the revelation. "How do you know?" I asked curiously.

This time she rolled her eyes at me, throwing her hands up dramatically. "I'm a girl! I know how to read other girls. Plus when she came over the first time, she asked about you and the way she was asking wasn't in a 'just friends' sort of way."

Keeping my eyes on the movie, I tried to hide my smile. I kept quite and prayed that Rachel couldn't read my mind. "Well I'm not interested," I said plainly.

She huffed in frustration. "Liar! You're not as great an actor Sammy," she observed, folding her arms above her swollen belly. "Admit it you're interested in Charlie," she whined.

She gripped onto my shoulder and I looked down at her. She gave me her famous most adorable pout then I sighed. "Fine. I like her," I whispered.

She squealed while hiding her face in my hoodie. I sat her up straight and placed my hands on her shoulders to steady her. "Relax Ray it's not like I'm going to do anything about it though."

She frowned but reluctantly nodded in understanding, turning back to the movie. "I know you're scared to give your heart to her or anyone after everything you've been through but I feel like she's the one for you just like Finn is the one for me."

She got up and went upstairs. I sat there the rest of the movie thinking about what Rachel said.

Damn Rachel!

No One's POV:

Artie rolled down the halls of McKinley, the next day. He occasionally high fived, waved or did special handshakes to his friends while heading to class. Suddenly, he felt a light push on his chair and without looking he knew who it was.

"What do you want Satan?" he asked without looking back.

"Is what we discussed going as planned?" she asked as she continued to push him.

He nodded. "Yes everything is all set and ready."

She evilly grinned. "Muy bueno."

There was a few minutes of silence before Santana reached his class. He looked up, offering a smile. "Thanks," he politely said before heading into class.

"Wait whe…I mean Artie."

He turned around and looked at her worried. "What's wrong?"

Santana crossed her arms and sighed. "Look I just wanted to say I'm sorry about you," she hesitated. "Britt and last year," she struggled as she leaned against the doorframe.

Artie brightly smiled, removing his hands from his wheels and placing them neatly on his legs. "Thanks Santana that really means a lot to me."

She pushed herself off against the frame while rolling her eyes. "Whatevs wheels don't go thinking we're friends or anything." She strutted down the hall, people parting when she did.

He quietly laughed to himself then went back into class.

Hope you enjoyed it! Please review and I'm open to criticism.