So, sorry for the long wait, just been getting more and more ideas for my other stories, it took longer for this update...
There was a knock on the door...
After a minute a second one came.
Sam figured it was just his imagination, that the noise would go away after a moment and that it wasn't an actual knock.
However, when the knocking began to be a banging he pushed the covers off of himself and looked at the clock.
Who the hell stops by at 3:00 in the morning.
Sighing he sat up from the bed and quickly stood up, crossing the room, he opened the door glaring at the person across the threshold.
"Hello Abby Road!" Santana smiled, looking at him a moment, "get it, because you have abs," she said pointing to the boys bare chest and stomach, "and it's like a road and it's all li-okay it's not funny." She shrugged, "why are you in such a bad mood?"
Sam just continued to glare, "seriously?" He asked.
Santana sighed, "what? So, I got you up a little early. Get over it Salmon Skin."
"Salmon Skin?" Sam asked.
The girl shrugged, "Trouty Mouth is getting a little old, but I like the whole fish thing."
"Salmon Skin?" They boy asked again.
The Latina rolled her eyes, "bad choice of words, obvioulsy." She then looked around, "can I come in or what?"
"No!" Sam said, "it's 3:00 in the morning. We're not-"
"I need to talk about something and I perfer to do it while sitting down with a hot cup of coffee in my hands." Santana interrupted.
The boy shook his head, "go home Santana. Whatever you're wanting to talk about can surely wait until morning."
"It is morning." Santana commented.
"What do you want?" The boy finally asked.
The girl just stared at him.
After a minute when he realized she really wasn't going to tell him unless he let her in, Sam rolled his eyes and stepped out of the way. As Santana made her way into the "kitchen" the blonde closed the door and walked over to get the girl some coffee.
"I swear," Quinn said as she rubbed her head within a yawn, "I had no idea you and Sam were together." She looked at the girl sitting across from her on the porch.
Mercedes had came over at about 2:50 and she had been rambling on about how Quinn shouldn't have been with Sam because while Quinn and Sam were dating Mercedes had never went off and did something with him. She was getting all upset and Quinn really had no understanding as of why.
"You didn't know?" The darker girl questioned warily.
"Why would I lie about that?" Quinn asked.
Mercedes shrugged, "I don't know, maybe you just don't want me to be mad at you. You want me to be mad at Sam, but not you. And with all of that together, you're pretending to have no idea when really you have every idea and you know it all...so instead of being mad at you I aim all of my anger at Sam."
Quinn looked at her a moment before saying, "huh?" That seriously just flew right over her head.
The other girl shrugged, "I don't know." After a pause she sighed, "I don't even think he likes me."
And Quinn did feel a little bad for her, "I'm sure that's not true." Even if she wanted it to be, "why wouldn't he like you?"
Mercedes stood up from the bench on the Fabray porch and walked over to the railing Quinn was sitting on, "I think he only got with me because he wanted to be with someone...it was like a you're-not-with-anyone-and-I'm-not-with-anyone-so-let's-get-together situation."
"Is that even a real thing?"
"That's not my point." Mercedes directed.
The blonde shrugged, "Sam is a good guy, there's no way that, that was the reason he got with you."
The other girl shrugged, "I'm sorry I came over so late...or early...or whatever." She said as she watched Quinn yawn again.
"It's okay." Quinn said. "I mean, as much as I love sleep and all, sometimes it's better to wake up especially early."
"You want me to do what?" Sam asked.
Santana shrugged as she played with her coffee cup, "you heard me, I know you like Quinn still. So break-up with Aretha Franklin and get back with Hayley Williams."
"Hayley Williams?" Sam wondered.
Santana nodded, "Q's got some of the same qualities as that chick, she kind of reminds me of her."
Sam shook his head, "it's not that easy." He told her, "I care about Mercedes."
Santana nodded lifting her cup, "but do you love Quinn?"
"Well, yeah."
"Do you love Mercedes?"
Sam shrugged, "honestly, not as much." Was it bad that he was saying that?
Santana nodded, "problem solved, "you like Quinn more, you care about her more and you love her." She took a drink of her coffee, "it's obvious which choice is better."
"More appropriate." Sam agreed. He couldn't just drag Mercedes along anymore.
"So, you're getting rid of Aretha and grabbing Hayley." The dark haired girl said as she stood up.
Sam followed her to the door, "yes, Hayley's mine...or Quinn, Quinn's who I want."
"Exactly." She opened the door before walking out the door, saying goodbye to Sam before leaving.
"I've gotta break up with him." Mercedes whispered.
Quinn looked at her, "what?"
"Sam," Mercedes said, "I've gotta break up with him."
Quinn shook her head, "no you don't."
The other girl nodded, "he loves you." She rolled her eyes, "unfortunately, it's always been obvious."
Quinn slid off of her railing, "but-"
"There is no but Quinn, Sam loves you." Mercedes clairified, "it's all over."
Ta-da! Thanks for reading, and please review!