DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE BUT THIS STORY I Do!

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A/N. & yes, this part 2 is meant to be short & to the (sour) point!

I feel that this whole Black Lives Matter movement is prejudice and a waste of time.

I agree.

All Live Matters. Period, point blank. There's no reason that people should be separated because of the lack of not trying to see the truth.

So it's really a disgraced for people to be taking the streets over people who have done wrong.

Exactly. We have seen too many incidents on where the black man was in the wrong and the repercussions and consequences were necessary.

And we have bigger problems in the world going on than hogging up the streets for people who were in the wrong.

Mercedes took the flowers and threw them trash, along with the note. She didn't have time for this. She didn't read it but she knew they were from him. She wasn't going to let this situation distract her from the truth. The video kept replaying over and over again in her head and she was disgusted. Although she was heartbroken, there were other major problems going on in the world.

She looked down at her watch and at the last minute, she decided that she was going to stay in and cut herself off from the outside world. After the incident in the library, she spent some time at her apartment then decided to make her way home for the remainder of the summer. She lived two hours away, and during the car ride back to her safe haven, she had a lot of time to think. Her arrival wasn't met by a surprise to her mother, who was waiting for her with open arms.

Vivian, Mercedes' mother, walked through the quiet house as she searched for her daughter. It's been a week and she was grateful to have her daughter home, especially under the circumstances. Things just didn't feel safe at the moment, and her being here brought her peace. Her heart was heavy too, but it doubled when it saw the hurt and anguish Mercedes was going through. Finding her on the couch in the living room, she walked in, seeing the girl wiping her face, without a doubt from crying and hiding the fact because she didn't want her to be aware of it for whatever reason, "Honey, are you okay?"

Mercedes heard her mother speak gently and she was so tired that she couldn't even pretend anymore, "Not by a long shot."

The woman watched as she moved over to the couch, making her way over to sit beside her, waiting for her to continue as she looked at her.

"I'm just so hurt by this mom." She expressed as she looked at the older woman, "It's like an emotional toll that keeps going, and going, and going."

"I know, sweetheart." She consoled as she rubbed her shoulder, her hands going to hers and giving it a squeeze, "I know it's a lot, that's why I'm glad you decided to come home. I'd hate for you to be so far away from me going through this."

"There's no place I'd rather be right now." She responded softly as her gaze shifted to her phone when it dinged, seeing that it was her friend sending her a screenshot. She looked at it and sighed, "He just don't get the message."

"Who?"

"Sam. I blocked him from everything, but he won't let up. Now he's going through my teammates to contact me."

"I talked to him the other day." Her mother admitted, watching as the girl looked at her in shock, "He didn't sound good at all. Much like you."

"Mom."

"Baby, I know this is the last thing you want to hear and this is going to be the last time I bring it up….but I honestly believe him."

"Mom, come on."

"I'm just saying." She said as she looked at her in concern as she played with the ends of the blanket, "Do you really believe that he would say some stuff like that? These days anything can be altered with, you know that."

Mercedes ran her hands over her face and shook her head, "I don't want to, I really don't but I-I….I don't know. In this moment, it doesn't even matter if it was or not. Him not leaving was enough for me to see his true colors."

Vivian didn't know what to say because she felt that whatever she did say, it was met with defeat and dismissal. Hearing the house phone ring, she excused herself and went into the other room.

Sam haven't properly slept nor eaten in days. The bags and dark circles under his eyes were very evident on his face. This whole video had ruined his life in more ways than one, and Hunter was no where to be found so that he could get to the bottom of it. He was tired and his heart was so broken. He hasn't spoken nor seen Mercedes since the library, and it was killing him. He had made a trip the other day to her apartment, hoping to find her there but he struck out. That is until he received a text from her mother, letting him know that she was at home. The woman believed him and he was thankful. He was just wondering why her daughter couldn't.

Mercedes looked at her watch as she got up from the couch, hearing the doorbell ring. She had ordered her and her mother some food earlier, but she didn't think that it would arrive this early. As she walked to the front door, her steps faltered when she noticed the familiar face in the window.

"Please hear me out. You don't have to open the door. All I want for you to do is listen." He begged and pleaded with her as he saw her through the window, "I'm sorry if I wasn't present enough…if I wasn't there for you like I should've been. I never want you to feel like you didn't matter or what was going on didn't. I'm just…I'm really sorry."

"This whole situation has opened my eyes a lot." She stated after a moment of silence, looking at him seriously, "I can't be with anyone who can't support me. I can't be with someone who is choosing to turn the other cheek to issues that me and my people go through. Not once did you ever ask me was I okay." Mercedes stared at him as her eyes filled with tears, shaking her head, "Because you were ignorant enough to think that because it wasn't me or anyone that I knew, that I wasn't affected by it. Loud and wrong. I wasn't okay, Sam….I'm not okay."

What could he say? He wished he could've said a lot, but it probably would only make things worse. The guilt…boy the guilt was heavy and suffocating him in this moment. He knew the inevitable was coming and he hated himself so much for it.

The tears in her eyes held on for as long as the could before they rapidly slid down her cheeks. She sniffled and wiped her face, her heart literally tightening as she was getting ready to do something she had mentally prepared herself for, "I can't be with anyone who can't fully be there for me, who is scared of what it may do to their "reputation". I wish you the best, I honestly do. Goodbye Sam."

Sam watched as she gave him one last look before she disappeared in the house. His mind was screaming for him to try to avail to her but he couldn't. He couldn't because everything she said was true. This was his fault and he had to forever live in it because in this moment, he knew he lost the love of his life. That thought alone was killing him.