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Santana still wanted to go about her prom campaign. Quinn had lost it so bad and it was starting to worry Santana. She was obsessing over prom and it was still a few months away. Santana remembered when Quinn said it was next month. What prom was she going to have in a month? The one in her room, alone, with a cardboard cut out of Finn? Santana shook her head at the thought. It wouldn't surprise her if she did. Why was Quinn obsessing over it? Santana didn't know, but she needed to win.

Karofsky would be Santana's best bet of winning. He had the juice she needed him to have. If she reached out to him and had him apologize to Kurt, then she'd be seen as a hero, him the humble jock, and they'd be the most likable couple in school. Not too mention, it might help her to get over Mercedes.

"Hey Santana!" Brittany said coming up from behind her. Santana was sitting alone at a lunch table.

"Oh, hey Britt." She looked around, "Where's Artie?"

"Not too sure, somewhere." Brittany replied as she opened her juice box. "So, whats got you down?" The blonde asked.

"Nothing." Santana lied.

"You told Mercy, didn't you?" Brittany asked, she nodded. "And?"

"And what?"

"What happened?"

"She doesn't feel the same." Santana thought the sooner she admitted it, the sooner she could get over it.

"I wouldn't be too sure." Brittany said, motioning over Santana's shoulder. The latina looked behind her to see what she was talking about. Mercedes was sitting next to Sam, totally staring at her. "She keeps staring at you."

"No," Santana said turning back around, "She just feels guilty about what happened yesterday."

"Thats not a guilt stare, I know all about those. Tina sends them to Artie from time to time, even if he's obviously happy with me and she gives Mike the look of admiration. Much like how she's looking at you right now." Brittany observed, taking a bite of her carrot.

"Whatever, I'm over it." Santana ignored the thumping of her heart at Brittany's words.

"Please, save it for someone who's as dumb as Finn. Anyone could see you're head over heels for that girl, and I don't blame you!" Brittany let out a small laugh at her thoughts.

"What? Why do you check Mercy out or something?" Santana asked sarcastically. She was shocked when the co-cheerio widened her eyes and nodded.

"Oh yeah! She's hot. Anyone can see that. But so are you, Tana." Brittany said nonchalantly.

"You think so?"

"Duh! Artie gets mad that I check you out sometimes, but he checks Mercedes out a lot, so I don't care." Brittany shrugged, taking a bite of her sandwich, "Actually, I check her out, too, so I guess he has more marks against me." She smiled like it were the most natural thing on earth as she went for the other half of her carrot. "I appreciate what I appreciate. I regret nothing!" Brittany concluded, shoving the carrot in her already full mouth.

"Oh, well, thanks." Santana said, feeling better about herself.


Sam still didn't ask Mercedes if she wanted to make them "official" yet. She'd been so preoccupied with things lately that he didn't have the chance to properly bring it up. Now that Rocky Horror was canceled, their schedules opened up considerably, giving Sam more chances of when he could ask her. He looked over at a distracted Mercedes sitting next to him. Sam didn't know how he was going to ask her, but he wanted to, and soon. He waved a hand in front of Mercedes' preoccupied face.

"Mercedes?"

"Huh?" Sam could tell there was a lot on her mind.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Just tired."

"Does this have anything to do with yesterday?" He asked raising an eyebrow at her, thinking about how she went to Quinn's house the day before.

"Sort of." She sighed. "I… me and Santana, we're… on the rocks right now, if you know what I mean?" Sam nodded.

"What happened?"

"I tried to get her to admit something and when she did I stupidly yelled at her. And now I just feel so bad you know?" Mercedes explained as she poked her fork at her food.

"Was it bad?" Sam didn't like seeing Mercedes like this. She usually had a big smile and a demeanor that could conquer the world, but today she was different, a total 180 from the Mercedes Jones he was used to.

"She likes me, Sam." Mercedes blurted. Sam couldn't say he was shocked, but it was still surprising to hear it out loud.

"And how do you feel about her?" He asked.

"She's my best friend! I…" Mercedes' thoughts took her somewhere else. There were so many questions that lingered in her head. So many things that were being shined on, things she hadn't noticed before. "I feel confused, mostly."

"What are your feelings for me?" Mercedes took a deep breath as she looked at him.

"I like you so much, Sam. You really do make me feel good. Emotionally, AND physically." She blushed as she spoke, and Sam couldn't help but smile "I don't want you to go anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere." He answered immediately. "I assumed something like that was going on. I can see it in her face every time she looks at you… it doesn't change how I feel about you."

"Why?" Mercedes looked at him skeptically.

"Because we get each other. We talk and its easy."

"Sounds like you're describing your best friend." She said dryly.

"Will you let me finish, woman?!" Mercedes ducked her head in apology, "Anyways, I really like you. You're actually all I think about. And your heart is pure, thats hard find. You accept me for who I am, dork and all." Sam grabbed her hand. "I like the way you make me feel for being me."

"And, I like how …assertive you can be." He felt his face getting red. "You make me feel like really good physically, too. Something I can't say about a friend." He looked down at her hand then back at her. "And as of right now, you are my best friend, is that so wrong?" Mercedes shook her head.

"So you're confused about the way you feel toward Santana. It doesn't change anything that we have." He gently cupped her face. "I'll still be here for you." It was true, Sam didn't want to lose her, even if they ended up just being friends.

"You sure?" Her head was bowed, and he wasn't having none of that.

"Hey." He said lifting her head, "Stop hiding your face. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, its a little weird, but I'm glad you're confiding in me… Just, when you decide what you feel, and if you realize I'm not the one you want, please tell me sooner rather than later."

"You're not going anywhere." She confirmed, and he smiled lopsidedly at her before kissing her forehead.

"Good to know."


Santana accidentally bumped into Karofsky on her way to glee. A big huff of air exited her lungs at the impact.

"Hey, watch it!" She yelled, and Karofsky froze.

"Uh, sorry." Santana looked at him skeptically. What the hell was he looking at anyway? She looked from him to where his eyes would've been if they hadn't bumped into each other. She followed his line of vision to find that it led to some dude's ass. The only other person in the hall.

"What the hell, Karofsky?" David's eyes widened when he realized he was caught. He picked up the pace to try to walk past her.

"Where do you think you're going?" Maybe getting him on her side would be easier than she thought. He stopped then and turned around to face her again. He walked the short distance back to where she was standing.

"What? Are you going to tell everyone now? That just because you may or may not've seen me doing something, you can tarnish my reputation?" Santana held up a hand to stop him.

"Tempting as that all sounds, I'm not going to do any of that."

"You're not?" His tone was full of shock and she shrugged.

"No, because I need you." David gave her a little squint of the eye.

"The same way you need me."

"What the hell are you talking about, Santana?" He finally questioned.

"We play for the same team. You and I." Karofsky moved even closer to her.

"You mean you're-"

"Yes, okay? But she doesn't feel the same... I need you to be my campaigning partner for prom. You're the key I need, and I'm the beard you need." Santana gave her HBIC smirk when realization dawned on his face. "I mean, after all, we have reputations to maintain. Considering you have the juice in the school, it would be perfect."

"It would." He agreed.

"But!" She held up a finger and he looked at her. "You need to formally apologize to Kurt and the glee club. You need to guarantee his safety, that you won't bully him anymore."

"I don't know."

"You're going to do it. And we're going to think of something to prove you've changed. We're going to be the ones creating a safe environment."

"You… and I?" Karofsky looked like he wanted to laugh, but Santana's face was serious. "You're serious."

"Are you in or not? At least then we'd get out of high school alive." She said solemnly, and David dropped his head.

"Yeah, I'm in."


Its been a week since Mercedes heard anything from Santana. She still felt so bad, and everything was still jumbled in her mind, it didn't help that Santana hadn't been to glee club since the incident. Mercedes hadn't spoken much to Sam, either. She looked across the choir room to look at him and wasn't surprised that he was looking at her. Sam offered her a small smile, and she returned it. She looked back to the front of the class where Mr. Shue was babbling on about something. Mercedes didn't hear it, she did feel the vibration of her phone go off, though.

Wanna talk about it? It was Sam.

You already know about it.

Oh, you still trying to figure everything out? Mercedes looked over at him, and he had an unreadable expression on.

Not really. I just, haven't heard from Santana and its making me worried.

I'm sure she's fine. Sam texted back. I really miss you.

I miss you, too.

We should leave. Get out of here. Go somewhere so you can think, and I can be with you. Mercedes' heart fluttered as she thought about it.

Yeah okay. Don't know how we're going to pull it off.

Lets just walk out. Mercedes rolled her eyes and looked at Sam. He was sporting a goofy grin as he shrugged. Mercedes let out a small chuckle. She looked up when she heard Principal Figgin's voice.

"Hello glee students." He greeted in his thick Indian accent. "Today, we have a very special person coming in." Mercedes brought her eyebrows in confusion as she looked around the room. There was no one new standing there except for him. Santana walked into the room and simply took a seat at the piano. Mercedes couldn't help but smile at her, but Santana was avoiding her at all costs.

"He's here to apologize, so please, hear him out." Figgins continued on, and Mercedes looked at him again. She didn't know what was going on, but when she saw none other than David Karofsky walking in the door, her anger flared.

"Is he supposed to be our 'very special person'? Sam asked. "What the hell?!"

"Mr. Evans, please refrain from using profanities. It will not be allowed in the halls of McKinley." Figgins said.

"Oh, but bullying is, right?" Quinn spoke up, and the principal bowed his head.

"Touche' Ms. Fabray. But David is a changed man. He's here to apologize." Figgins looked at the boy. "Go on."

Mercedes glared at him as he tentatively moved forward to address the class. During his apology, Mercedes looked at Santana. She was mouthing the same words coming out of Karofsky's mouth, nodding along when he got them correct.

"…And Santana was the one to help me see that." He finished.

"Wait, wait." Mercedes looked at Tina who was sitting next to her. "You mean to tell me that Santana Lopez and you created an anti-bullying committee? Am I missing something? Is Ashton Kutcher standing outside of the classroom? Because you must be punking us. David, you don't need to protect Kurt from anyone but yourself, you should've never returned." Tina sassed, and Mercedes was impressed.

"Well, I-"

"Those were rhetorical questions. Meaning you weren't meant to answer them. Theres no way you can answer them without sounding like a complete ass." Artie said.

"Enough!" Mr. Shue said, Figgins looked distraught. Mercedes' eyes grew wide when saw Santana walk up to Karofsky to hold his hand.

"Karofsky is changed, and if any of you have a problem, then deal with it. We're starting the bully whips, and it'll be effective. We're getting Kurt back. Glee club need him for Regionals anyway." Santana looked at everyone, then locked eyes with Mercedes. A smug smile gracing the cheerleader's face.

"Karofsky and I are in love." Santana looked at David with the most bogus look.

"Thats really disgusting." Brittany said.

"Okay, can we end this, because I'm about to puke." Tina commented, and Shue nodded.

"Tina's right. We need to end this. Thank you for your apology, David. Santana, are you joining us today?" The teacher asked.

"No, I don't have time for this club anymore." She eyed Mercedes.

"Why? You're too busy spending your time screwing the-"

"Mercedes! Enough!" Shue warned.

"Yeah, and even if I was, its none of your concern, Mercedes." Santana countered. Mercedes sat there glaring at the couple as they walked out of the room. Hurt, anger, frustration and confusion clouded the diva.


A/N I'M SO SORRY THAT TOOK SO LONG! I HOPED YOU GUYS LIKE IT! SORRY THERE WEREN'T THAT MANY SAMCEDES OR SANCEDES INTERACTIONS, BUT IT NEEDED TO BE WRITTEN!