Hi. So thanks for reading this and all of my other works I have left on this site. To people who have followed not only my stories but me as a writer on this site it means a great great deal to me. So thank you. And to my reviewers thank you for the verbal feed back I have gotten.

So this is an update to my still untitled story (Really I need to get on that). We are at the MJ and Spanish Teacher episodes. So I want you guys to:

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"I'm going to Yale" Quinn announced to the stunned group with a slight excited smile on her face. She applied early, right after her kiss with Mercedes, which had been unceremoniously dubbed the "incident" Quinn had dropped her early admissions application in the mail right after, and had virtually forgotten about it, until she had gotten her answer the previous day. She had spent so much time with Sam plotting on how to win Mercedes away from her current boyfriend, the thoughts of Yale had fallen to the wayside. But since officially deciding to turn her focus on assisting Sam, the acceptance was a welcome change to the lost she felt.

The room all smiled and seemed genuinely happy for her. She quickly thought back to earlier that week when Mr. Schue announced they would be dedicating the week to the legendary Michael Jackson. She and Sam huddled in her room going over possible songs in his vast catalog that would play double duty in paying tribute to the originator of the Moon Walk, and express their feelings about their superstar.

"I think I'm going to go with Human Nature" Sam sighed finally settling on a song. He had wavered between the ballade and the up tempo pop hit Remember the Time. Handing the lyrics to Quinn for her to look over, he began to search for an arrangement of the song that would allow him to play his guitar for her.

Her green eyes scanned the words and smiled softly. "This song is perfect and serves an even deeper purpose" she pointed out.

Sam looked up at her confused as he went over the sheet music in front of him. "What do you mean?" he pondered going back to his YouTube search.

"Well" she sighed her eyes dancing from on lyric to the other as he played in softly in the background, trying to get the tempo of the song trapped in his memory "It's not only a love song to her, but the lyrics are kind of like a love song to New York" Sam looked up at her with his eyebrows furrowed not seeing the connection she was pointing out. "Well you two started in New York right?" she asked bringing to mind the fact that he had decided to go for it with her in that city. He smiled finally understanding what she was getting to, impressed that even though her exterior was beyond icy, there was a sweet romantic deep down in Quinn.

"So what are you going to sing" he inquired, feeling a bit uneasy that so much of the focus of their conversation was on his plans for Mercedes when she had left him totally in the dark about her own.

"Oh" she sighed softly "I'm going to attempt "Never Can Say Good-Bye"" she admitted handing his lyric sheets back. "it's a sweet song" she explained, hoping Sam would leave it at that and not ask her the real reason she had chosen that particular song. In all honesty Quinn was doing it as her own personal swan song for what she felt could have been between she and Mercedes. She loved the girl, more than she could understand, but she had to let her go, even though it wasn't what she wanted to do deep down.

Her thoughts snap back to the present where he classmates where still wearing their supportive smiles. All but two seemed really happy for her. She then noticed Mercedes smile never seemed to reach her eyes, and Sam smiled but his was one of surprise. Quinn knew she hadn't told anyone of her application, and only told Rachel as a way to show her that she should go after her dreams and not run behind Finn. But other than that, her plans had remained her own. Quinn then announced her song choice and sang it, as Mercedes had always asked her to do whenever she performed, and that was to the best of her abilities. She wanted to sing it in its original form, using the original feminine nouns and pronouns. However, due to the fear of being found out, Quinn decided to sing "boy" instead of "girl" in the song, to throw the room off. However she knew in her heart she was singing only to one person. And when her gaze would drift of the raven haired object of the song, the lump in her throat would grow bigger.

The class all cheered for her when her performance was complete, and Quinn silently patted herself on the back for not totally butchering the song. The bell rang and the choir room quickly emptied out. Sam rushed off to set up for his surprise for Mercedes. Quinn began to gather her things for class when she heard "So Yale?" The blonde snapped her head up and turned to find Mercedes standing behind her, waiting for her to finish loading her book bag.

"Yeah, Yale" Quinn answered stunned by the question, and the fact that Mercedes had stuck around to ask it.

"It's" Mercedes trailed off, seemingly looking for the correct to describe her choice. "far" Mercedes added after a minute of thought "Yale is far"

"It is" Quinn admitted with a small smile. It was one of the main reasons she had chosen the prestigious Ivy League school. Not only did it have a noted and very well respected acting program, but it's distance seemed like it would allow her to put everything behind her, including her feelings for Mercedes. "But that's what we wanted right? Remember when we would lay in bed and talk about our futures, and we both agreed that we would get as far away from Lima as possible." Quinn reminded her friend. Mercedes nodded recalling the days when she and a very pregnant Quinn would plan their escape.

"yeah" Mercedes admitted, confessing "But I somehow always thought it wouldn't be so far"

Quinn swallowed the knot that tied in her throat. "Well" she sighed knowing that if she gave the "we'll keep in touch" speech it would come off hollow, especially having given a speech explaining that they needed to spend as much time together as possible the previous week to reunite the Trouble Tones with the New Directions.

"And what about our catching up?" Mercedes added still feeling slighted by still not spending any time with the blonde. "I mean we keep saying it but it never happens"

Quinn chewed her lip. It had been her fault. First she avoided the girl unable to handle her feelings, now she did it to ensure they stayed buried within her psyche. "Mercedes" she started then looked up at the clock knowing that Sam would be texting her at any moment to walk into his surprise. "It's an amazing opportunity" she blurted out walking the girl to the door and out into the hall, feeling relief to not be alone with the girl she so wanted to just grab in her arms and kiss. "I'll be happy for you when you decide where you land, and I just want you to feel the same for me"

"I'm happy for you Quinn" Mercedes said taken a back a bit. "I just was… shocked" she explained.

"I know" Quinn relented knowing she was coming off bitchy but it had to be that way to get her to get her to Sam. "Its just how it has to be" she said more to the voice in her head telling her to forget her feelings, and what she was doing was for the best. "See ya" she said disappearing into the crowd squeezing her hands to keep from crying. She made it to her locker to look into her green eyes, red with unshed tears. "Get it together Fabray" she told herself. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. She then switched out her book and gave into the want to see how Sam was doing. She tip toed over to the auditorium, sneaking in one of the back doors in the audience. She made it to hear the first chords of the song. Quinn found the farthest seat in the audience as leaned on the seat in front of her appreciating how beautifully in harmony they sounded as they danced and played around on stage. One thing she had always regretted was that she never took the time to try a duet with Mercedes. But she was scared that as the other girl was singing she would be so enthralled with her voice she would forget join in.

It was as if Quinn had a secret viewing of their personalities during their summer of love: light, secret, and just for them. She got up when the two moved into each other, and pressed their lips to the others in a passionate but sweet kiss.

Sam opened his eyes and smiled as they met the softest brown ones he'd ever seen. He had missed her mouth, her breath against his skin and this moment was the culmination of all of his waiting, and planning. She was delicious and he wanted another taste. He closed his eyes and leaned in again for another savory kiss. However he was met with only cold air when he moved to place his face back to its previous position. He opened his eyes again to find Mercedes with a terrified look on her face, her hand over her succulent lips, he eyes wide.

"Oh no" she gasped as she moved away from Sam.

"Mercedes" he soothed seeing the fright in her eyes.

"Not again" she whispered only loud enough for a close ear to hear.

"Not again?" he questioned. "What do you mean "not again"?"

"Sam I have to go" she excused herself walking briskly to the font of the stairs of the stage and down them.

"Mercedes wait!" He followed quickly behind her. But he was too late, and she exited the auditorium in a panicked push of the metal doors.

Sam stood on stage silent and confused, unsure about what had just happened between them, but he knew at least she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and her kiss was proof enough.

"So, we never talked" Quinn said nonchalantly as she sat on Sam's floor. It was the following week and with Blaine's injury, and revealing Sebastian for the attacker, Quinn had found enough reason to not question Sam about what had occurred between he and Mercedes after she snuck out of their private show. She convinced herself that it was the pace of everything, when it was in fact she didn't care to know. Not really, but she found herself curious to find out what happened between them. "How did it go with Mercedes?"

Sam sat up and huffed. "Well" he said thoughtfully as the event replayed in his mind. "We kissed" he revealed as his lips unconsciously pulled into a satisfied grin, as if his lips just released from hers.

Quinn nodded, her heart tearing with his admittance. She had witnessed the moment, but to see his reaction to just the memory alone made her feel some sort of way she couldn't really describe. But if she had to choose an emotion she would narrow it down to envy. "Oh" she filled the space between his explanation and her reaction. "And?"

"Well after she freaked out, and left" Sam shrugged as he thought about how Mercedes responded. He wanted to mention her exclamation of "not again" but he decided against it, feeling that he should figure that part out on his own. "So now we're in counseling."

"Wait, what?" Quinn questioned sitting up, becoming even more invested in his explanation.

"Yeah Mercedes set up a session with me, her, and Ms. Pillsburry for tomorrow" he explained sitting back against his head board on his bed, as he scrolled his text. "Yeah, she said we need to "figure out what we're doing"" he read from his screen.

"So that means you guys are together now?" Quinn questioned.

"No. Well I don't know" Sam huffed his frustration at the whole ordeal beginning to show. "I mean she's still with Shane. So I don't know what this meeting is suppose to solve."

"It is a way for her to get an unbiased opinion of her situation" Quinn served to him after some thought. "A third person's perspective never hurts to have"

"Yeah well, I guess" he waived off. "You don't have a text about a session or anything?"

"Uh no" she said seemingly nonchalant but secretly jealous . "We're not at that point. So it seems your winning her over" she moved on as she began to pack her things.

"Yeah I guess. I just hope something comes out of this" he wishfully sighed as he got up to escort his guest out.

However all the session provided was another way for them to avoid the big pink elephant in the room that was their feelings, when Ms. Pillburry remedied that the best thing for Mercedes and Sam to do was to stop talking to each other all together to find out how it would feel to be without the other. Sam wasn't crazy about the idea already knowing what it felt like, when he was ripped away from Lima. But Mercedes seemed so into it he agreed, begrudgingly.

Later that morning Quinn also received a text from Mercedes asking her to meet in an empty class room. She didn't want to be, but Quinn honestly became excited about the prospects of speaking alone to Mercedes. Maybe she had set up a session for them. Maybe she was ready to stop calling their kiss an incident. However she surpassed her feelings repeating to herself that "She just wants to talk Quinn"

But that didn't stop the light sweat that rose to her palms when she reached the door of the class room. She saw that Mercedes was already there waiting for her. She smiled warmly when the blonde entered the room, standing to greet her. "You came" she said softly once the door was closed.

"Why wouldn't I?" Quinn questioned a bit taken a back from Mercedes surprise.

"Well because I just wasn't sure you would" Mercedes truthfully responded biting her bottom lip as she looked down at the chair she wanted Quinn to sit in. Quinn sat down, Mercedes taking the seat next to her. The room was quite as if both party were waiting for the other to speak. "I wanted to ask you something Quinn, but I don't want you to get upset" Mercedes revealed after an awkward pause.

"Okay" Quinn responded cautiously.

"I wanted to know if" Mercedes began, taking a breath to ready herself "If you would think about possibly rejoining the God Squad?" Quinn sat back in her chair, a bit more deflated. She played with her finger muted, her eye contact focused on them and not the girl across from her. "I've noticed that more of the old Quinn is coming back more and more" Mercedes quickly spat out once she noticed Quinn's reaction. "And-"

"You think I need Jesus?" Quinn cut in raising a single eyebrow.

'Everyone needs him" Mercedes answered sincerely. "But no. I just feel that your ready to come back to the group. We would all support you, because we care"

"And who is in this "Squad" now?" Quinn questioned.

"Well me of course. And Sam" Mercedes listed. Quinn had to smirk because the two people she named where the two people who she could honestly say she felt did care about her well being at the moment. "Look I know it's not much but, with love a little is all you need sometimes" Mercedes smiled reaching across the table to take Quinn's hand. Her heart sped up at the contact. "We're just starting to get you back and I don't want to loose you again" she smiled. At that moment Quinn relented. She nodded agreeing to come back to the God Squad feeling that it would be a safe place for her feelings.

The following day, Mercedes serenaded the group with the Spanish version of "I don't want to loose you now" The whole group was wrapped in her warm voice, entranced by it's tone. Quinn couldn't fight the smile she wore when Mercedes sang, making, even for a brief moment, eye contact with her as she sang. That one look sent a cooling chill down her spine. But her hopes were dashed when Mercedes stood, and made her way to Sam who was the lone person fighting the enchanting melody that engulfed the club. He was in withdrawal from not speaking to Mercedes and couldn't deal with her singing at the moment. It was as if he were going through the stages of grief and he had just hit anger. But when she stood in front of him, singing in Spanish, his heat had no choice but to melt. How could it not with the plea in her eye as she sang to him. That's when he understood, their song's would be their communication that week. Before the last note was played he determined to respond just how he felt about her, in the same way she did to him, in song.

It had been a hard week of silence, but their declarations of feelings through songs had helped Sam get through. He somehow found a way to hold out hope for he and Mercedes, knowing how she felt about him still despite not being able to say it to him in regular conversation. But when they met in the hall, the soft smile that met his and made his heart pound like a drum, he knew it was worth it. She was going to be his. That was until Shane came and Mercedes, decidedly followed him to lunch. Sam's heart shattered instantaneously at that moment as she turned her back to leave, without a word. "It's over" he told Quinn as he laid across his bed staring at the ceiling helplessly. "She's with him and its over"

"This is unfair" Quinn said not really paying attention to Sam's lamentation, as she scanned her bible in preparation for her first God Squad meeting.

"What is?" Sam asked sitting up to face the blonde as she perched on the chair in his room.

"The men in the Bible all had multiple loves and lovers. King David, King Solomon. They had wives and concubines but are still seen as holy, and great religious figures. But if a woman were to do that, they would be seen as anything but" she huffed anger beginning to rise in her.

"Well" Sam shrugged " I don't know why it was like that, but it was. And what does this have to do with anything I'm talking about?"

"Never mind" Quinn huffed, frustration talking the best of her. "Look Sam, its over only if you give up okay?" she answered curtly tired of being his cheerleader when her heart was hurting. It astounded her, she still held even a sand sized piece of hope for her and Mercedes, even though the other girl had given her no indication that they would have a chance in hell at this point. And with her invitation to re-join the God Squad, Quinn assumed that where Mercedes thought she was heading. But it was still there, and even if she never had a chance the hope had never left her. "I mean you let that stop you?" Quinn asked becoming even more upset.

"Well what am I suppose to do Quinn?" Sam spat back sitting up farther to face the other blonde. "I mean I can't hit her over the head and drag her back to my cave. She chose and it was Shane!"

"No she left with him, she didn't choose him" Quinn huffed rolling her eyes. "I mean she also chose to kiss you. And she chose to have a counseling session with you, not Shane" she pinpointed. "I mean what happened to "I'll fight for you?""

"I'm tired okay?" Sam responded. "And why are you so invested in this anyway? Shouldn't you be dancing and happy, and plotting your move?"

Quinn at that moment wanted to tell him that she had given up her fight, but not because she wanted to, but because she honestly felt there was no chance for her. But to tell Sam to continue to fight for them, while she had risen her white flag seemed hypocritical at best. "Who says I'm not?" was all she responded in a shrug, knowing her icy answer would get to him. In the additional time they started spending together, she learned it pushed his button when she was aloof. She had failed to notice it's effect on him when they were together, but when she was not involved with him in a romantic manner, when they had become allies, she finally noticed the flinch he would give whenever she would treat him in that manner. But it gave her a new feeling to see his reaction, and that was hurt. She didn't like upsetting him, having finally building an honest and real friendship with Sam, but to get the fire in him that had blow out, it was a necessary evil.

Sam's back stiffened at her words. "So you where just waiting for me to give up? So you could swoop in and win her back huh?" he accused feeling like a chump. He had been giving away all of his planning and secrets to Quinn while she was taking notes.

"Sam look, either go all in for her, or really let her go" Quinn responded. "But don't half ass go for her, then pull out when there is a slight set back. She deserves a full fight" and with that she left him alone to think about his next move.

So a very very small part of me has always held on to the idea that the writers gave Sam and Mercedes Human Nature the song as a duet because if you read the lyrics (It is like my top five favorite MJ song btw. Like I have loved that song since I was a child! So you know I was critical and they SMASHED it) it reads like a love letter to NY and that was the city they started in. But knowing them it was a happy accident, like a broken clock being right at least twice a day thing. Well whatever a girl can still hope. Love you for reading!