I have decided to continue working on the story and seeing how far I can take it. Each chapter will be revamped before any new ones shall be added and this shall be done within the course of this week. I should be finished with revamping by today, January 8th 2015 and I plan to have a few more chapters posted shortly. Just a heads up, you might want to reread the story because there are some slight changes in each chapter. The first FIVE chapters have already been written and posted up here. Once those are revised then the new ones will be sure to follow. Thanks!

Mercedes lie awake in the lap of her best friend Santana, a ball of nerves, crying as she thought about the break up between her and the one called Brandon. What started out as a couple of friends just hanging out, blossomed into something more. At least for Mercedes seeing as how she found herself falling more and more in love with the southerner who's accent was so strong, he managed to make her blush whenever he spoke. She yearned for all the nights where they would stay out past midnight gazing up at the stars, stealing kisses and all the days they spent out at the park, just enjoying life and being with each other. Back then they were madly in love and nothing else mattered. But things change, people change and feelings, they don't always stay the same. Mercedes still loved Brandon very much so; they'd been together for two consecutive years. There was no reason for anyone to doubt that she was madly in love with him. But the same couldn't be said about Brandon; at least that's what she thought. What else could be the reason behind him cheating on her and then lying about it? He didn't love her. He couldn't love her. He just loved being with her, loved being the object of her attention. The one she'd drop everything for. The one she showered with a copious amount of love, attention, admiration and affection. But even that wasn't enough to keep him from having a wandering eye.

He was a teenage boy, one who easily gave into temptation. He thought with the piece of flesh in his pants, not with the organ on the top of his shoulders. It is what caused the initial break up. Too many times she had caught him flirting with other girls and each time he had convinced her that it meant nothing. And for a while she believed him, chucking it up to her own insecurities and not being secure enough in her own self and their relationship. It wasn't until she had caught him kissing another girl that they had finally ended things. That was a few weeks ago and she held onto hope that things would get better, that they would get past this and eventually get back together. All hope ended when she had caught him underneath one of McKinley's very own devils: a Cheerio or Cheeri-ho as she likes to call them. Bad enough he hooked up with someone, he had the audacity to do so at school, where he could be caught, where she could catch him.

"Whoops, my bad!" Mercedes spoke apologetically when she walked into what she thought was an empty classroom. She had plans on working on some music and getting a head a start on homework during her free period. As she begun to turn to exit back out the room she caught a glimpse of someone.

"Brandon?" she called out. Tears had begun to fill her eyes the second she realized who it was. Even in the dark she could tell it was him. She could pretty much spot him anywhere. She'd studied him. The countless times she'd traced his face while they laid in each other's bed wrapped in each other's arm, she knew his face: the shape of his eyes, the distinctive dip in his left eye brow that was absent in this right one.

"Mercedes?" he answered back peeking over the arms that were pressed firmly into his chest and the bookshelf that he was once lent up against. "Mercedes, wait."

Too heartbroken to confront him about what she had just witnessed, she took off running and ran right into Santana knocking the Latina flat on her ass. Thus the reason why tears stained her face while her raven-haired friend held her tight in her arms while she cried. Many would assume that the two girls, both being divas and extremely headstrong, that they couldn't stand each other. The fact that Mercedes has never liked any of the cheerleaders at McKinley with the exception of three or four, also played a key factor in others peoples' belief. But the truth was Santana had become a major support system in Mercedes' life since before high school when Mercedes first found out that Santana was a lesbian and vice versa. Let them or anyone in their circle tell it and they were McKinley Undisputed Top Bitches, definitely a force to be reckoned with.

A few hours had come and gone and an entire container of Ben and Jerry's ice cream had been consumed before Santana had finally had enough of seeing her best friend so upset, especially over some boy. "Mercy," she spoke softly lifting the body in her lap, "now, I need you to get up sweetheart. I've let you cry long enough. It's time to shake it off and get back out there!" she continued and used her thumbs to wipe the tears from her friend's face.

"Tana I can't okay, I just can't!" Mercedes all but screamed as she sat up. "What part don't you get? I loved him. I gave him all of me; all my time, all my love all my energy. Everything I had to offer. I don't have any thing left in me. Not right now "

"Wait what? Hold the phone-" Santana interjected before she was cut off.

"Yes Tana. I gave him the best part of me, the one thing I can never get back. How could I be so fucking stupid? Why'd I think I could finally be happy?" Mercedes sobbed. "And why do you sound so surprised? You knew about it."

"Mercedes Angelique Jones, I will not sit her and let you talk like that, okay! So what you let him dip his fingers in some chocolate" she smirked, earning a chuckle and a small shove from the dark skinned beauty, "I'm sure you enjoyed it too. Hell for two years, you better have enjoyed every mind blowing orgasm that boy gave you."

"SANTANA!" Mercedes yelled her cheeks red.

"What I'm saying is you've wasted enough of your precious time and energy on Brandon during the two years you two were together. You don't need to waste anymore. You need to get over this fool and work on getting your life back; you know the one you had before him. Besides, I know of something better you can do with all this free time you have now?" Santana smiled deviously.

"Like what?" Mercedes questioned.

"Well first…." Santana paused for dramatic effect, "you can start by spending some much needed time with your best friend. I got tired of fighting with Brandon for Mercy time shit. He always won anyways." She rolled her eyes playfully. "We can watch movies and eat some more ice cream tonight, as long as it's not all strawberry but tomorrow, we're gonna go shopping. It's time for you to spice up your wardrobe baby and put yourself out there. And to make it even more exciting, both of your best gays are going with you."

After a few moments of contemplating Mercedes finally gave in. "Fine Satan, you win."

"I always do." Santana laughed, wiping imaginary dust off her shoulders. "But before we start this movie night I do have one question Mercy Me."

"Yes Ana Banana" Mercedes looked over at her.

"Was he good or was he real good?"

"Bye Santana. I'm not answering that." Mercedes shook her head walking over to her DVD collection after chucking a pillow at her best friend.

"I'll take that as a no. All that love making you two did and he probably couldn't even make you come." Santana chuckled.