So after submitting the first chapter, I had a Dostoyevsky moment where I didn't like how the story was told in first person and felt like it was wrong. So this is the first chapter all in third person. There are a lot of changes in it along with more of Sam's back story. I don't know, I thought that since it started to get popular and noticed which I had no clue it would be, I figured I change it up so that I could continue with it. I have tons of ideas for this story which has been room mate approved at the moment. Chapter would be up next week hopefully. I have midterms this week and I have a blog for one of my Fiction classes to update three times a week aka I have to come up with three different stories along with my stories for my advance fiction class every week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the change! Please read and review thanks!

-Moni/Muchalu

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

It was a usually warm day in March for Lima, Ohio. The sun was out, the wind was nowhere to be found, and a sassy Spanish girl was honking her car horn for her friend to hurry up.

"Come on Mercedes Jones! I want to burn some rubber before I'm fifty!" she yelled. The girl in question, Mercedes Jones, was busy packing up her bag for school and finishing her glass of milk.

"Be safe darling." Her mother said, giving her a huge hug from behind.

"I will Momma. And you too." Mercedes gave her mother a kiss on the temple of her head and headed out the door with her schoolbag in hand.

"God girl, could you move any slower?" The Spanish girl, Santana Lopez said.

"I'm sorry but I woke up a little late so my usual groove was thrown off." Mercedes said.

"All I heard was blah, blah, blah, late, blah, blah. Now put on your seat belt before I do it."

"Whatever Tana."

Once Santana heard the seatbelt click, she drove off into the direction of William McKinley High School.

"Turn on some tunes would you?" Santana said as she pulled down her sunglasses. Mercedes reached down to where the radio was and turned it on.

"…Yeah and I told him, that it was his wife that wanted, a milkshake not me! Okay so it's 7:39 AM, Friday March 15, 1968. Unusually warm spring day it is here in Cleveland and here is I Say a Little Prayer by Dianna Warwick for all you morning birds." The song filled the speakers of the car and Mercedes started to sing along with it.

"Why they won't let you into Glee Club is beyond me." Santana said.

"Well you know how racist Lima is. If you ain't white, you ain't important."

"Damn straight."

"Are you going to try out for Spring Cheerleading?"

"Hell yeah I am. I'm tired of seeing those skinny white girls try to move when they can't. Quinn Fabray needs to let Auntie Tana show her how it's done." Mercedes smiled at her friend and her attitude fit for a queen. Santana's grandmother was a maid to a local white family here in Lima, and when she became ill, her parents moved her to Lima to take care of her grandmother. She was very popular at the school in Cleveland she was at before moving to Lima. So she didn't expect to be thrown under the bus like she was and didn't cry or show pity as she gave the head cheerleader Quinn Fabray and Coach Sylvester a friendly introduction to her middle finger when they told her she wasn't aloud on the team because she was foreign. It was her and Mercedes Freshman year, and Mercedes saw everything that happened to the poor girl. When Santana turned around and spotted her, she smiled and ran over to her and started to talk about something that happened on the new last night. Before Mercedes could say anything, Santana whispered, "Don't talk, just smile and nod. As long as they see they didn't get to me, they worst they feel." Mercedes saw great friend material out of Santana and Santana saw the same with Mercedes. Ever since that moment two years ago, they had been attached to the hip.

"I wish spring break would hurry up too. I need to get away from this hell hole ASAP." Santana said.

"You and me both girl. Any thoughts on where you might go for college?"

"California maybe. I've been strongly considering it. Either Stanford or even UC Berkley."

"I was thinking Berkley too! Either Berkley or NYU. My parents want me to go to Howard though. Nothing against Howard, but I feel like I would get more out of those two schools than Howard."

"You know the teachers are just gonna push Howard or Spellman on you because they think that's were you belong."

"You know it girl. That's why I miss living in Chicago. There, they don't really care about race all that much. Well, some neighborhoods don't. And when Daddy moved us down here to Lima to open a dentist firm, it was an eye opener. At 12, I had to program myself to understand that black and white just don't mix. It sucked, but it was something that had to be done."

"That's life for you: it sucks."

They pulled into the back of the student lot just 10 minutes before their first period math class they shared started. Mercedes was so glad that they had most of their classes together their junior year. Santana was an intimidating person if she needed to be, and though Mercedes could defend herself and be equally as intimidating, it was easier to have her friend by her side if she couldn't handle the white kids by herself.

As they walked towards the entrance of the school, they spotted a good portion of their all white football team playing catch.

"Ew, why would they get sweaty first thing in the morning?" Mercedes turned to Santana.

"The mind of men is something that continues to confuse me everyday." Santana said shaking her head.

"In coming!" a voice shouted. Mercedes looked up and saw a ball fly right at her. Before she could even move, Santana pushed her and caught the ball.

"Hey you cavemen, learn to throw a ball would you! And you Guppy Lips of all people should know how to catch it!" Santana started yelling. Mercedes watched as the white boys said nothing back and one of them came running towards them for the ball.

"I'm sorry Miss."

"Sorry don't excuse you from almost hurting my friend Guppy Lips! Say it to her not me!" Santana said pushing Mercedes in front of her. Mercedes was suddenly face-to-face with a tall, blond hair green eye white boy who looked overly familiar. They stared at each other for a few moments until he smiled at her. "Um, sorry Ma'am." He said.

"Your apology has been accepted." She said.

"Good, now let's go girl. We have the wonderful world of math to attend to." Santana pushed the ball into the boy's chest, grabbed Mercedes' arm, and the two girl walked to their first period math class. Once seated, Mercedes started to straighten up the purple dress her Grandma sent to her for her birthday about two years ago. It was a light purple with one inch straps on the shoulders and a few white flowers circling around the bottom. And even though it was warm that day, Mercedes wore a white sweater along with it.

"Girl your outfit is fine." Santana sighed, looking at her nails.

"I know, I just get a bit nervous around some people." Mercedes said.

"Nervous? Around Guppy Lips? Ha! There is nothing is be nervous about. He is just another white face in the crowd. Listen to Auntie Tana: Do not trust them. They are nothing but trouble girl. Got it?"

"You tell me that everyday, and I just half listen because I hear it all the time between you and my parents. Please girl, I know how to handle them…sometimes."

"Whatever, so there is a party next week-end-"

"No way am I going to another one of your parties Santana Lopez!" Mercedes almost yelled. Santana turned her body so that she could talk face to face with Mercedes. Mercedes looked at her flawless best friend. She had tan skin, her hair was in her signature pony tail, and today she wore a simple white blouse and green skirt.

"You are going Mercedes Jones, the next Aretha."

"The last time we went to a party, there were a bunch of hippies getting naked and burning their social security cards. Then they wanted me to try some kind of smoke."

"It wasn't that bad. You're too uptight and boring. What you need is a man who can take those big boobs of yours and just-" The bell rang and Mercedes mentally did a silent pray of thanks.

The rest of the day was very uneventful for Mercedes. She walked to her classes talking to Santana about mostly nothing and hardly paid attention in class since she knew most of the things they were learning. It wasn't until lunchtime did something happen. Mercedes was sent to Santana's car to pick up her friend's gym shoes since she forgot them that morning. As Mercedes walked to the car, she didn't notice somebody calling for her.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Ma'am you dropped this!" she finally heard a male voice calling for somebody and turned around to see what was going on only to see green-eyed Guppy Lips running towards her.

"Hi Ma'am, you dropped this," he said smiling at her. She raised her eyebrow and looked down at his hand where he was holding a pen she didn't recognized.

"That's not mine." She simply said and continued walking towards her friend's car.

"I'm pretty it fell out Miss-"

"It's not mine. I'm sorry. Now excuse me, I'm busy." She finally reached the car.

"Aren't you in my Chemistry class?" Mercedes saw that Guppy Lips wasn't giving up bothering her. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

"7th period? Mr. Horton?" he kept asking.

"Yeah, so?"

"Isn't it weird that we haven't spoken to each other all year and we are in the same class?"

"What do you want, um-"

"Samuel Evens. But you can call me Sam." He winked.

"Right. But what do you want from me?"

"I just want to get to know the girl who is in all my afternoon classes. We are in Chemistry together, Spanish, English, and even Gym but we never talk to each other!"

"I'm sorry to cut this short Mr. Evens but I have to go."

"Please call me Sam."

"Right, well I have to go." She locked Santana's car and started to walk back to the school.

"Wait," Sam ran up beside Mercedes, who was now starting to get more irritated than frighten by this white boy's attention. "I never got your name." Mercedes stopped where she was and turned to look at him. "Why waste learning my name when you'll just forget it in a few minutes." She turned back around and almost ran to the girl's locker room. Once there, Mercedes told Santana about her weird encounter with Samuel Evens.

"God, what is with some of these boys? I just don't get it. They think just because we are trying to break the race barrier that means getting some ethnic booty. Well fuck them!" Santana said.

"Really? Was that necessary?"

"We aren't hippies sweetie but we are human. And like I said before, we are finding you a man who can push all the right buttons. Or more importantly, a man I approve of."

"Are you my dad now or something?"

"When he isn't around, then yes. We have had talks about your future before. I'm your honorary father chica." Mercedes rolled her eyes and smiled at her friend. There was no way she would be refused from the cheerleading team this time. Santana had some new moves that Mercedes was pretty sure no girl in Lima had ever seen before. Her thoughts of Guppy Lips Samuel Evens went out of her mind with no problem. She was more focused on her best friend's future. Well in high school at least.

It was around September when he first saw her. Her and who he assumed was her best friend were sitting on the bleachers looking out into the football field watching the cheerleaders. Her best friend, who was also Spanish, was throwing death glares at the cheerleaders as she patted her back, trying to keep her best friend calm. The girl in purple was a sweet girl, and Sam imaged that she was a great friend and an equally kind person. She was black though, not that it mattered to him. He could care less if she was orange. But ever since he moved to Lima, things were different in his life.

Sam Evens was the oldest son of a very rich real estate and construction CEO. His father, Jackson Evens, hardly had time for his family and his wife, Katherine, was busy with being a pure southern belle to care about diapers. Yes she produced the children, but raising them was the job of the help. She just made sure her son had everything he needed to grow up just like his father and be the most well like boy in all of Nashville.

Because of his parents caring about money more than their only child at the time, Sam grew close to his nanny and maid Madison, but everyone called her Maddy. Maddy was about 26 years old when she started helping the Evens family. Her mother took care of Katherine when she was growing up and knew the family very well. Katherine trusted Maddy deeply with her household and son because of knowing the maid's mother. Maddy needed the work too; she was recently married and she had a son just about Sam's age. When she couldn't find a sitter for her son Dexter, Maddy would bring him over with her to play with Sam as she cleaned the house. Sam always realized how Maddy kept him busy as a kid. He loved her so much and always wanted to help her, but she refused. And when she did that, he would break out into tears saying that it was his job to help her out because it was the right thing to do. But when Dexter came over, Sam was beyond distracted. Dexter was much different from most of Sam's friends. Sam went to an all white school growing up and all of his friends were white. Sam had big dreams of one day flying to the moon if it was possible and meeting aliens. While they laughed at him, Dexter shared his dreams of one day exploring the galaxy. At the age of 5, they became secret best friends.

Because of the Brown v. Board of Education case, segregated schools were looked at as unequal to the Supreme Court. And to Sam, that meant that his smart friend Dexter could be coming to his school. As Sam and Dexter grew older, Sam learned a lot about the struggles Dexter faced just because he was colored. Sam didn't understand why white people hated sweet people like Maddy and Dexter who was more of a family than his own. Sam never really counted his younger twin siblings because they acted just like their mother. Sam was shocked at how children could grew up loving their nannies as their own mother but once they turned a certain age, they ordered them around as if they didn't exist. Maddy, or as he got older Mrs. Harston, was his mother and even his own mom knew that. If anyone wanted Sam to do something, Maddy had to be the one to tell him. That was something Katherine didn't mind much since Sam was too much for her to deal with. He had his father's spirit and she didn't want to deal with it. However she did not like the fact that Sam hardly brought friends home and how he never really talked about having friends. It wasn't until last summer did his mother found out why.

In Nashville, there were a couple of restaurants that only served to white people. One of them was Sam's favorite and he really wanted Dexter and his other colored friends to try it out. But of course they pointed out to their green-eyed friend that only whites were allowed. So Sam staged a sit-in. Sam, because he was on the football team, was very popular at his school and was able to find a lot of white teens who felt the system was unfair to join him, Dexter, and all of his black friends to the sit in; And if Sam had to say so himself, it went great. That was until the owner called the police on them and had them all arrested. The police did not throw Sam in jail because of his father, but majority of his friends were. When his parents came to pick him up, they were outraged that their son had done such a thing. But then it clicked in his mother's head: The reason why Sam didn't bring friends home was because they were majority black. This scared her since Katherine was not use to different things. And Sam being different than what she wanted was not something she could stand. So she sent him over to live with her sister in Lima, Ohio. Her sister would train him how to think and act and Sam didn't like it one bit.

But here it was only eight months later, stuck in Lima, Ohio with dreams of still going into space and his best friend still being black. He had no problem with minorities. They were human just like him. He was pretty sure good portions of the white people in the South were actually Aliens. Their way of thinking was outrageous to him. Things needed to change and for the better. And Sam didn't realize that started with his unknowing crush of the girl in purple.

His very first time interacting with her was this morning when the ball he was supposed to catch almost hit her in the face. And when their eyes connected, he swore his heart stopped. She was even pretty up close and he just couldn't stop smiling at her. When her and her best friend left, he ran back over to his buddies who were staring at him.

"Are you serious? Why did you talk to them?" Finn, the quarterback who took not only his position on the team after Sam hurt his shoulder in November but also his girlfriend in February, asked him standing over him. Finn Hudson was just tall in general and stood over everyone.

"I would never talk to that Spanish chick. She kinda scares me." Puck said.

"Didn't you have a fling with the scary girl?" Finn asked.

"Yeah but she scares me. Threaten that if I touch her friend, I would find my balls hanging from the flag poll. The girl is beyond scary."

"Amen to that! She told me the same thing when she caught me looking at her friend once."

"Like you would get her Hudson."

"Whatever, at least I could put it on my record right?"

"No I would put it on my record. I could finally one up you. The only things we would have in common is Football, Glee, dating the same girls, and being on the basketball team. But now I can add-"

"Guys," Sam finally interrupted. "Let's clean up before the bell rings."

"Right, right Evens. But seriously, you need to stay away from those two. They are a scary bunch."

"How is the colored one scary?"

"I don't know. She just has that same kind of feeling that her friend has."

"Whatever" Sam went through the rest of the morning with a breeze, that was until he bumped into the girl in the purple, alone outside. He was walking out to meet some friends to go eat at the burger joint not too far from the school when he spotted her walking alone to the parking lot. He grabbed a random pen from his bag, dropped it, picked it up and then ran for her. Their talk could have gone better he suppose. But at least she knew they were in all the same afternoon classes. She seemed distant as they talked to each other. It was like she didn't want to be seen by him, like she was afraid. But then he saw her face change and then he realized he had pushed her buttons to make her extremely annoyed. At least he talked to her though. And though it was short, it was worth it.

After lunch with his friends, Sam went to his science class with the mission to sit close to were the girl in the purple usually sat. The tables in their science room sat three to a table, and Sam decided that he could probably sit with the Asian couple that sat behind her. He walked over to their table with a smile.

"Hey mind if I sit here?" Sam asked them. The Asian girl tensed up and started grabbing her things.

"No Tina. I think he meant the empty seat next to me. Right blond boy?" the Asian male asked.

"Yeah, you don't have to move. I just want to sit here." Sam took his seat and smiled at the couple. "My name is Samuel Evens. But you can call me Sam."

"Sam as in the ex-quarterback? Next to meet you! You were really great last fall and I was so upset when they replaced you with Hudson. The boy is okay, but doesn't have the same skills you do."

"Thanks!"

"The name is Mike Chang. And this flower child right here is my girlfriend Tina Cohen-Chang, no relation." Sam looked between the two and was amazed at how different they were. Mike was tall but not as tall as Finn, and he seemed to like to wear more prep school type clothes sporting a black cardigan a white dress shirt and simple black pants. Tina, however, seemed like she was well engrossed with the hippies. She was in one of Sam's morning classes and he noticed how she always wore her hair down with flowers sometimes in it. Today she wore a simple off the shoulder white shirt with a flowing yellow and white skirt and white sandals.

Sam talked to the couple until the bell rang and found himself a new friend in Mike.

"You should come to this party one of Tina's friends is holding. They are super wild Sam and I'm sure you would like it." Mike said.

"Yeah why not? A party by one of your friends Tina should be way more interesting than any party here." Sam said.

"It would be such an honor to have you come Samuel. Mike and I can pick you up by Richman park tomorrow at seven." Tina said. Sam agreed and started to wait for the girl in the purple and her best friend to arrive. When the second bell rang, they hurried inside and took their usual seats. The girls paid no attention to the lesson that day and Sam watched as the girl in the purple looked like she was trying to calm her friend down. There was one point the Spanish girl broke the pencil she was holding and started cursing in Spanish. When class was finally over, Sam listened into their conversation.

"Santana you need to calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down? Mercedes Jones, I can not calm down!"

"They were stupid that's all."

"They were beyond stupid Aretha. What ever happened to that song you sang?"

"Stop calling me that. And it was "Respect"."

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T is what I need along with some TLC. Come on, we are skipping the rest of today." Sam watched as the two friends, Mercedes and Santana rushed out the class room and followed them to watch them drive away from the school. Even though he wouldn't be seeing Mercedes for the rest of the day, at least he knew her name. As he walked back into the school and to his locker, he over heard some cheerleaders gossiping.

"Can you believe Taco Princess tried out again?"

'What a stupid bitch she is. Doesn't she understand that we only want pure white girls and not the help on this team?"

"She is so stupid."

"Can't believe coach even let her do a number."

"Yeah well at least it wasn't the Cucaracha or whatever they do down there."

The girls laughed and started to walk away. Sam just shook his head and sighed. When would things ever get better?