A/N: Hey guys! So here is part 3 of the Gleelight Saga! Yay! -Throws confetti in the air- I hope you guys enjoy this one. I just want to say that this one is going to take a little longer update wise because I have to refer to the book a lot because the movie has a lot of shit in it that I can't use for this fic. Just a little FYI there. Alright, get to it, ya'll! Enjoy!

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There is a letter from Maverick in this chapter. The words that are NOT bold are supposed to be struck out.

THIS FANFICTION IN UNBETA'D BUT PROOFREAD BY HUMANS. ANY REMAINING MISTAKES ARE UNINTENTIONAL. APOLOGIES FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

to say that for destruction ice

is also great

and would suffice.

It's been a few weeks since Sam purposed to me. I told him no. You can let of the breath you were holding. I'm a tad skeptical about marriage. Kids get their ideas about marriage from their parents and my parents got divorced. Yeah, I know, my mom got remarried. That's absolutely correct and my mom is happier than she's ever been. I just don't want my first marriage to be my first marriage. I want it to be my only marriage. I'm a lot like my mom. While, yes, Sam is nothing like Gordon but anything could happen.

I haven't seen Mav in the same amount of time. I'm pretty sure he hates me now. I didn't mean to hurt him but I knew that I would. But...and I'm not going to sugarcoat this or try to deny it...break-ups are hard. Their supposed to be. You're severing someone else's heart strings. The ones that they had entwined with yours.

Right now, though, I'm sitting in the meadow, our meadow, still grounded, studying for my English final, Sam moving my hair out of my face.

"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.," I read aloud, my head bowed over the book in my lap. "From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire," I continued as Sam pushed my brown locks behind my ear. "But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice," I finished. I glanced up at him as he brushed my hair away from my face again. "You know, I've got an English final," I told him as he kissed my face. "I gotta focus." He didn't say anything. His lips met mine with the fire that they always did. He moved me closer to him; his hand on the back of my head. When we finally broke apart my eyes remained closed.

"Marry me," he whispered in the silence that was between us.

"No," I whispered back. I opened my eyes when I heard him chuckling.

He brushed my hair behind my ear again and said in a modulated tone, "Marry me." I chuckled this time.

"Change me."

"Ok," he said looking away for a moment. When his brilliant green orbs found mine again they were smiling. "Ok, I will; if you marry me." I shook my head. "It's called a compromise."

"Let's just call it coercion," I laughed as I pushed him backward and lay on top of him. "It's not fair." I kissed him lightly. "Marriage is just...it's a piece of paper."

"Where I'm from, it's the way one says, "I love you"," he grinned, his hand on my waist.

"Well, where I come from, at my age, it's the way one says, "I just got knocked up"," I said lightly kissing his lips again before I sat up and started getting my things together.

"So you're worried about what people will think?" he questioned sitting up as well.

"You know," I said moving into his lap, "two out of three marriages end in divorce."

"Well, I'll think you'll find the vampire/human divorce rate to be a little lower," he responded with a grin. "So marry me."

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head slightly, "I can't," I said with a pause. I knew he was waiting for me to say something else. The torture of waiting was getting to him. "I have to be back my 4:00," I finally said as I started gathering my things again. He chuckled deeply before turning me back to face him. I looked into his eyes before kissing him deeply. When we tore apart, I grabbed my backpack and got to my feet and started toward the car.

I didn't want to talk about this anymore. Not at the moment anyway but I knew Sam and I knew he wasn't done talking about this subject. Not by a long shot.

By the time I got to the car, Sam was there waiting for me with the passenger side door open.

"About time," he chortled.

"Shut up," I said as I climbed inside. We spent the entire ride home singing along to the CD of new tracks from Grand Funk Connection that my mom sent me when she emailed me to reprimanded me about leaving the country for three days, leaving only a note behind.

When I got home, I joined my dad on the couch. He was reading the Ohio Times; the newspaper he gets delivered from Cleveland. The headline read,

MURDERS, DISAPPEARANCES,

POSSIBLE WORK OF A SERIAL KILLER.

Yet another victim found in a Toledo/Mamuee alley.

"4:00 on the dot," Gordon said as he glanced over at the clock on the end table. "That kid trying to brown-nose now me or something?"

"He has a name," I said with a chuckle. "Now, he's too punctual for you?" We shared a look but I looked away because I know that there is about a be a conversation ahead that could be...awkward and maybe I should have just kept that question to myself. You know how parents get when they think your "back talking" or whatever.

"Okay," Gordon said putting the newspaper down on the table. "You understand why you're being punished, right?"

"I know, I put you through hell," I answered.

"Yes you did," he said and we shared another glance and I again looked away because this time my guilt wouldn't allow me to keep eye contact with him, "but I have other reasons for grounding you. Like...," he started but paused. He looked at me for a second, looked away, gathered his thoughts and then his eyes met mine. "I just want you to get some separation from him." I sighed.

"Dad, there's nothing you can say," I told him. "Sam is in my life."

"Yeah, I'm gathering that," he said, taking a swig of his beer. I was a little annoyed that we were having this conversation. I had no idea where I thought the conversation was going but it wasn't here. "So, all right, how about this? I'll make you a deal," Gordon said leaning back on the couch to face. "You're not grounded anymore if...you use your new-found freedom to see some of your other friends too, like...Maverick. He's going through a really tough time right now. He's dad's really worried about him," Gordon said. I didn't know what to say to him. I had been trying for weeks now to get in touch with Mav but I can't or he won't respond. I don't know. Every time Gordon has gone out to the rez, I've sent him with a note for Mav but I never get one back. "I remember when that was you and you needed a friend. Mav was there," he said.

I just nodded. I wanted to try to fix what I had extirpated between the two of us but it's hard to do that when the other person involved won't give you the chance. I got up from the couch and grabbed my bag.

"I'll do that, Dad," I said as I made my way toward the stairs.

"Hold on, Merc," Gordon called as he strode across the living room to me. "Here," he said handing me a piece of wrinkly folded paper. I looked at him askance. "Just read it. It's from Mav." I gripped the paper tightly as I ran up to my room. I threw by backpack against my desk and plopped down on my bed. I sighed and opened the note. The paper consisted of ink spots and Maverick's scrunched up handwriting.

Mercy,

I don't know why you're making Gordy carry notes to Travis like we're in second grade – if I wanted to talk to you I would answer the

You made the choice here, okay? You can't have it both ways when...

What part of 'mortal enemies' is too complicated for you to...

Look, I know I'm being a jerk, but there's just no way around...

We can't be friends when you're spending all your time with a bunch of...

It just makes it worse when I think about you too much, so don't write anymore...

Yeah, I miss you too. A lot.

Doesn't change anything. Sorry.

Maverick

I pulled my phone out and dialed.

"Hey! It's Mav. Leave a message," his happy voice said on the other end after he apparently sent yet another one of my calls to voicemail. I just hung up. What was to say anyway? I slide my fingers over the paper. I could feel where he pressed down on the paper to hard and how deep the strikeouts were. I could see him writing this. Anger taking hold as he wrote every crooked letter. Growing more and more frustrated as he changed his mind each time about what to write. I folded the paper back up and slid it into my nightstand drawer.

"Fuck it," I said aloud as I grabbed my keys off the hook by my bedroom door. "I'll be back, Dad," I called as I turned the corner on the way out of the house.

"Where ya going?" he called, peeking out of the kitchen.

"The rez," I said. "I won't be back for dinner." Gordon nodded as I opened the door and ran down the porch steps. I hoped into my car, stuck the key in the ignition but nothing happen. No beautiful roar to life. Just a horrible stalling noise. I tried it a couple more times but nothing. I sat there confused for a moment until the car jostled and I gasped. I looked to my right and there sat Sam. "You scared me."

"You're going down to the reservation," he said as more of a statement than a question, his eyes locked on mine.

"How did you...Tina," I said, rolling my eyes. "Hey, did you do this to my car?"

"Mercedes, you have to understand. You're safety is everything to me," Sam said.

"Maverick's not going to hurt me," I said forcefully.

"Not intentionally but the wolves have no control," he said matter of factly.

"Sam, I have until graduation to see him," I told him, "and then I'll be one of you and he'll hate me forever."

"Well, I'm sorry," Sam said, completely unaffected by what I just said.

"Whatever," I growled. "Fix my damn car then go home," I said as I swung the door open violently. I slammed it shut and stalked back toward the house.

"Mercedes..." he called.

"Go home, Sam," I called back, my back to him as I opened the door and went back inside. I ignored the confused look on Gordon's face. I just climbed the stairs and went back to my room.

The next morning Sam picked me up for school like nothing had happened yesterday. I didn't want to fight with him so I just went with the flow. The day was long and I was excited about lunch. It was just a chance for me to get away from the grueling school day.

As Sam and I approached the table I realized that since the Schuesters had been back they had become...more social. We joined Jerry, Greg, April, Trina, Sarah, Robbie, Mike, Tina and Kurt at the table.

"No way! Stop!" Trina laughed.

"Throw away," Greg said throwing a piece of crumpled paper at Sarah.

"Hey," Jerry and a few others said as we took a seat.

"Just in time," Greg said. "Alright, check it out."

"Alright, let's see what we got," Jerry said.

"My fellow students. Right?" Greg said.

"Good," Robbie said.

"Cute," Trina said, smirking. I had forgotten until this moment that Trina had been named valedictorian.

"Right? We are the future," Greg continued. "Anything is possible if you just believe."

"Nice," April joked.

"Perfect," Jerry laughed.

"And you got yourself a speech," Greg said tossing Trina a notepad.

"No, this'll be my speech when I want everyone to throw diplomas at my head," Trina joked, tearing the paper out and throwing at him, "So, thank you."

"You've gotta embrace the clichés, Trina," Greg deadpanned.

"They are the bread and butter of all valedictorians," Jerry said.

"And that is why you are not valedictorian," April said causing everyone to laugh.

"Trina doesn't need clichés," I commented. "The speech is going to be epic," I said in a matter of fact tone. I remember that lecture she gave me when we went to see that zombie movie a few months ago. I know if she can do that then she can do this speech with her eyes closed.

"Epic?" she said. "It'll change lives."

Everyone began talking about different random things for a little while. April was telling me about how she needed help with her invitations because her little brother got chocolate all over a bunch of them so she had to redo them.

"I've decided to throw a party," Tina said to the table at large.

"After all, how many times are we going to graduate high school?" Mike said with a crooked grin. Sam and I laughed to ourselves.

"A party at your place?" April asked.

"It'll be the social event of the season," Kurt said happily.

"I've never seen your house," Trina said.

"No one's ever seen their house," Jerry said.

"Another party, Tina?" Sam said.

"It'll be fun," Tina said looking into his eyes.

"Yeah. That's what you said the last time," I commented. Tina looked contrite as Mike put his arm around her. When she began to just stare off into space her eyes moving rapidly I knew she was having a vision, so I tried as best I could to distract. "Hey, April, do you need some help with those?"

"Yeah," she beamed. "These jerks didn't even offer."

"Aww, come on baby. You know I got the carp," Jerry said rubbing his wrists.

"What he means is he got his mom to fill out his invites," Sarah teased.

"Lame, dude. That's lame," Robbie laughed.

"Well, I'm sending invitations to out of state family with a note inside that says 'even though I know you can't join me on my special day, I thought you might like a keepsake'," Trina said.

"That's sweet of you," April smiled. I glanced back at Tina. Her vision was over but I still wanted to keep people from asking her what just happened.

"Yeah I know and because they can't be there they'll be sending money 'cause it's the polite thing to do," Trina said.

"Then you'll be raking it in," Sarah said.

"Wait a minute. People give you money?" Greg asked curiously, excitement in his voice at the notion.

I looked at Sam and he just smiled at me as the bell rang.

"So, Mercedes, when do you think you can come over and help me?" April asked as we all exited the cafeteria.

"Tomorrow," I said.

"Thank you so much!" she squealed and wrapped me in a hug. "See you guys later," she beamed as she ran after Jerry.

"So?" I asked as he took my hand.

"So what?" he said.

"So what was that vision?" I asked. He just looked straight ahead. "I know you know."

"It's no big deal," Sam said as we entered into our shared class.

"Really?" I said unconvinced.

"Yes, Mercedes. It was nothing," he said firmly as we took our seats. He avoided eye contact the entire time. After school, I confirmed again with April that I'd come over after school tomorrow before I got in to Sam's Audi. He turned on the music and we sang Johnny Cash songs all the way to my dad's office.

When we got there and got out, through the glass door we could see him talking to two people.

"I know you know what she saw. Tell me," I said trying once again to get him to spill what he knew.

"It was nothing," he said.

"You looked worried," I informed him.

"Just that everyone noticed how strange Tina is," Sam commented.

"I think that ship sailed long ago. And she's not that strange," I said turning my attention back to the couple talking to my dad. "I wonder what's wrong."

"That's Troy Stone and Daphne Hatzilakos; friends of Gordon's. Their son went missing in Toledo over a year ago. Gordon is helping out Chief Mason and the other officers all he can but..." he trailed off.

"You know something about this?" I asked when he looked away.

"We've been tracking the situation in Toledo for a while," he told me. Unexplained disappearances. Killings. If the situation gets any more conspicuous, the Malignità will step in."

"If they go to Toledo, they could come here. They could see I'm still human," I said, panic seeping into my voice.

"It won't get that far," he tried to reassured me but those were just words. I saw what they could do. "But we'll go to Toledo if we have to." he said as Gordon walked out with the two people.

"I'll fax these over to the police station first thing," he assured them. "You should've just taken them down there, Troy."

"I trust you, Gordy and I wanted to hear straight answers about the search," the tall man told him.

"Thank you, Gordy," Daphne said as she and Troy descended the steps and headed toward their car.

"Hey," I said as Gordon came over to us.

"Hey," he said.

"You ready for dinner?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "It is still just you and I, right?" he asked, his eyes flickering to Sam.

"No, I'm just dropping her off," Sam chuckled. "See you later," he grinned at me.

"Bye," I swooned.

"Oh, Mercedes, my parents wanted to remind you about the airline ticket you got for your birthday," Sam said from the bottom of the stairs.

"What airline ticket?" Gordon asked.

"A round trip ticket to see mom in California," I told him.

"That was generous," he said.

"It expires soon, so you might want to use it this weekend," Sam said.

"Well, I can't just drop everything and go," I said.

"It might be your last chance to see her before you graduate," Sam said and I knew there was a silent addendum. Your last chance to see her before you graduate and get turned into a vampire.

"Might not be a bad idea," Gordon said. "Get out of town for a couple of days. Get some distance." I know there was a silent addendum there too. Get some distance from Sam.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing mom," I said, "as long as you use the companion ticket."

"Wait. There's two tickets?" Gordon asked. We were both silent but I couldn't contain my smirk. "Super. That makes me really happy," he said as I followed him down the steps toward the car. Sam got into his and waved goodbye before he whipped out of the lot. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"What?" I asked as we pulled into the Breadstix parking lot.

"Going on a trip across the country with Sam?" Gordon asked, as he opened my door.

"What's the big deal? I've flown over the ocean with him," I laughed.

"Ha. Ha," Gordon said as we took our regular table and Merna set a basket bread sticks on the table and took our orders.