I don't own anything.

A/N: Well I hope everyone had a lovely Memorial Day right now I want to take the time to thank my reviewers from last time; NaeNae1495, shacrackax0, CRAZYhead36, Isis Aurora Tomoe, Songstress82, BlackBerryTee, adoredfable and nakala. Thank you guys so much and I hope everyone enjoys this new chapter and please don't forget to Review.

Baby S

Chapter Ten

"I don't even know what I would say to him if I saw him." Mercedes mumbled as she latched on to Tristan's arm that Monday morning as they headed in McKinley High. Tristan just looked over at him as he reached out and opened up the front door. "I mean what he said to me was so-."

"Hurtful," he supplied as he looked down at her, Mercedes bit into her bottom lip and nodded her head. "Look I know what he said was hurtful but he's still your friend and I know how important your friends are too you." Mercedes paused and looked over at him as if he had grown another head. Grinning her flashed her his dimples. "What did I say?" he asked.

"Are you suggesting I should forgive him?" Mercedes asked bluntly as she looked up at him, Tristan rolled his eyes at that and shook his head.

"Mercedes," he said as he walked them over to her locker. "I know you, I've learned a lot about you since we've began dating and I know that friendship is a big thing with you. Besides you were going to forgive him eventually. I know you're mad now but there's no way you'd stay mad at your friend for the rest of the school year. It's not in you to be that way." Tristan pointed out as he released her arm and leaned against the locker next to hers. Mercedes tucked her head for a minute and thought about Sam and what he had shared with her before sighing.

"He really hurt me and-."

"Hey I know he did and you have every right to those feelings, baby. But like I said I know you and you'll probably forgive him eventually."

"And you aren't upset about that?" Tristan tilted his head to the side and gave her a lot before shaking his head at her question.

"There's absolutely nothing to be upset about. I'm not going to keep you from your friends-even the ones that hurt your feelings but he better not do it again." Mercedes sighed and nodded her head at his words.

"But you gotta promise me no more fights."

"Verbal or physical?" he asked before holding his hands up at the look she immediately sent his way. Laughing, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead before bending his knees and kissing her on the lips. "Okay so neither at least we're clear on that." he jumped back as she playfully tried to smack him in the chest. "Well I guess I better get my things to the gym otherwise I'll be late for class."

"Okay then I guess I'll see you for lunch." Nodding his head, he bent his head down and kissed her again before lifting his gym bag over his shoulder and taking off down the hallway before pausing and turning back around.

"What?" Mercedes asked in confusion.

"I just wanted to tell you that those um zebra pants are um well they're blowing my mind baby." He chuckled at Mercedes' blush and smile. "I like' em." he called out as he backtracked down the hallway with his eyes locked on hers. Mercedes continued watching until he disappeared down the hallway that led everyone towards the gym. With a wide smile, she turned back around and staring pulling out books for her next class.

"You two are so cute." Tina said as she came up to Mercedes. "But what is this I heard about Sam being jealous?" Mercedes looked over at her friend and sighed before shaking her head as she realized how her friend probably came across the information.

"Let me guess Mike told you."

"Yeah, Sam called him pretty upset with himself over what happened. He told Mike everything and well Mercedes I'm so sorry." Mercedes nodded and allowed Tina to pull her into a tight hug. "Do you think Tristan's gonna-." Mercedes cut Tina off with a shake of her head as she looked at her friend.

"He's not going to do anything to Sam-I mean he already did but he's done. He's not going to do anything else especially since he told me to forgive him-which I was already gonna do." she admitted softly.

"Really."

"He's my friend and-." Tina sighed and placed a comforting hand on Mercedes' shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"He's a friend that liked you but didn't want to go out with you besides he was more concern with his so-called popularity." At Mercedes shocked look, Tina rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Didn't I tell you he told me and Mike everything." Tina pulled Mercedes close then and sighed. "Let me tell you something, I think you need to forgive him seriously cause he's beating himself up about this. He's angry at himself for making you cry and well I just think you both need to put this whole incident behind you."

"Tina."

"What I didn't say, he couldn't make things back up to you alright." Mercedes just smiled at that. "Now let's get to class." nodding her head she allowed Tina to lead her to her first period class.

Tristan entered the locker and saw Finn, Puck and Sam inside, inwardly sighing he walked over to his locker and began putting things away. He was very much aware of the silence that had settled over the room at his entrance but he had to admit he really didn't care cause as far as he was concern he had done nothing wrong. "I'm surprise you're not gloating." Sam murmured breaking the uneasy silence, not even bothering to turn around Tristan sighed.

"There's nothing to gloat about."

"You're with Mercedes." Tristan paused and turned around to look at Sam, he noticed that Puck and Finn had moved back as if to give them room to fight which wasn't going to happen. He had already promised Mercedes that he wasn't going to fight and he kept his promises to Mercedes.

"I had Mercedes the whole time, like I said there's nothing to gloat about. Mercedes is upset because you hurt her feelings. So no, I'm not going to gloat about you and her being on the outs. I'm not a bastard."

"Nobody said you were." Sam finally admitted with a sigh as he sat down on the bench in front of his locker. Bowing his head, he placed his hands over his face as he thought about to last Friday and the talk he had with Mercedes. He had never seen her look so hurt and he was pissed that he had been the one to put that look on her face. Tristan studied him for a minute before looking over at Puck and Finn and nodding his head towards the door. They both looked at him for a moment before doing as he wanted. Once they were alone, Tristan closed his locker and crossed his arms over chest.

"I'm sorry I hit you."

"I deserved it," Sam admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "I just wish someone had done something like knock some sense into me before you came here. I would have needed the wake up call." Tristan leaning back against his locker, Tristan rubbed a hand over the back of his neck for a moment before sighing.

"Look man, you know Mercedes is eventually gonna forgive you. My girl can't hold a grudge especially against people she considers friends, she just doesn't have it in her." Sam scoffed at that and shook his head.

"Do you really think I should be forgiven? I mean aren't you happy she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you, she's just," he paused and shrugged his shoulders as he searched for the right words. "She's just upset but she doesn't hate you. You're her friend."

"Was." Sam pointed out bitterly.

"Well if you still want to be her friend, I guess crying in here about it isn't going to fix a damn thing." Tristan pointed out, when Sam picked up his head and looked at him Tristan sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Look all I saying is maybe you should go and talk to her."

"And you want me to go and talk to her."

"I'm very secure in our relationship, Sam. I'm not worried about you doing a damn thing. I might not like it if you tried but I know Mercedes and she's-."

"Loyal." Sam finished for him. "Yeah, she wouldn't do a thing and then I would just be back at square one with her hating me again." Sam said with a small sigh, while Tristan moved to sit down on the bench directly across from him.

"Look man she doesn't hate you like I said before she's just upset. All you two need to do is talk things and hopefully, eventually things will work out for the best and you two can be friends again." Sam placed his hand beneath his chin and slowly nodded his head. He knew Tristan was right and if he couldn't have anything else but friendship with Mercedes, he wanted it. She had become an important part of his life as a friend and even though he had missed out making her his girlfriend because he decided to play things stupid and put her on a shelf like that's where she would stay. Just because at the time he was certain he was the only person that saw her value.

"I'll talk to her if she let's me."

"Not if she let's you," Tristan stated his voice growing harsh a bit. "You talk her because you need to and it's the right thing. If you let this fester between the two of you then I guess you'll have no one to blame but yourself if you lose one of your friends cause I certainly won't stay behind and miss the first twenty minutes of Math class to talk to you again." Sam smirked at that and shook his head.

"For some reason I don't think you really care about math, Tristan." Shrugging his shoulders, Tristan picked up his book-bag and headed towards the locker room door. Pushing it open, he turned around and looked at Sam.

"Perhaps when you apologize to Mercedes and we put this whole thing behind us, we can work on being friends." Sam looked up at Tristan as he had grown several extra heads. He couldn't believe what the man was offering him.

"Why are you doing this?" Tristan smirked and patted himself on the chest.

"I guess, I figured you'd need a friend like me." Sam just smirked at the answer and shook his head while Tristan walked out of the locker room and headed off to class hoping the teacher wouldn't put him in detention for being late.

When lunch time finally rolled around, Tristan and Mercedes went off to their usual spot. "So how were you're classes?" he asked as he pulled out her chair and sat her tray down on the table. Mercedes sat down and looked up at him.

"It was fine, things got a little awkward during English cause well you know Sam's in that class but other than that everything was fine." Tristan nodded his head at that and looked down at his plate of food for a second.

"You know you need to talk to him."

"I will-."

"Which is why I asked him to talk to you during lunch," he paused as he noticed the look on Mercedes' face. Reaching out across the table, he grabbed a hold of his her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm not saying you have to forgive him but I just think you guys need to talk about some things. Hey if it gets to be too much then you can walk away or send him away, whatever you want to do." Mercedes studied him for a minute before sighing and nodding her head.

"Fine I'll talk to him." Tristan nodded his head and stood up.

"Good I'll go and get him." he said as he bent down and gave her a quick kiss before walking off, a few minutes later Sam walked over to the table. Mercedes looked up at him and watched as he quickly took the seat that Tristan had just left. They sat there for a few more minutes simply staring at one another before Sam cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry," he rushed out as if the words had been racing to come out of his mouth. "I'm so sorry for everything, I never wanted to hurt you, never." he stated ending his statement softly. "I never wanted to make you cry or any of that mess. I was just-I just wasn't thinking." When Mercedes didn't say anything, he sighed and looked down at his hands. "Look I know you might not forgive me, I get that-I understand that but I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for what happened and how I ended up making you feel." Lifting his head back up, he looked at Mercedes and sighed. "I really. . .I really liked you and I blew it. I blew it, I'll always have to wonder what we could have been if I had just stepped up and been real with you but I all I want now is my friend back." With that said he looked up at her, Mercedes was nervously nibbling on her bottom lip as she looked at Sam.

"You really hurt me."

"I know. . .I know and I'm so sorry. I don't think you'll ever know how sorry I am about everything." Sam stated softly.

"If we're going to be friends again," Mercedes started as she looked at Sam and noted the hopeful look in his eyes. "Well, it's going to take so time."

"I'm up for that, Mercedes. I'll prove to you that I can be a great friend all I need is another chance." Mercedes nodded her head and sighed.

"Good," she murmured softly as she looked at him. Sam nodded his head and pushed himself back from the table obviously thinking that the conversation was over. As he made his way around the table, Mercedes hand shot out and grabbed a hold of his own. He looked down at their hands and then back at Mercedes who gave him a weak smile. "I just want you to know that I forgive you I want my friend back too." Sam smiled at that and gave her hand a quick pat before walking off to go back to his seat. Mercedes watched him go and then saw Tristan making his way back over to the table.

"I guess that went well." he said as he settled down in his chair, Mercedes looked down at her tray and nodded her head slowly.

"I did, I guess Sam and I will be working on our friendship now." Tristan smiled at that and propped his hand up on the table while looking at her.

"Good I'm glad you are guys will be able to work this thing out." he said with a small smile as he looked at her. "I'm glad you decided to talk to him, he was a mess earlier this morning." Mercedes raised an eyebrow at that.

"You talked to him."

"Yeah, I talked to him. Like I told you this weekend I felt sorry for the guy, but I figured you too needed to talk things out to at least get the awkward out or to just say you know stay away from me." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "But I knew you'd forgive him, but like I said this morning he better not hurt you again or I won't be so nice next time around." Mercedes just gave him a look and Tristan found himself smiling at her.

"Hey I'm not going to pick a fight but I certainly won't be as helpful as I was today. Next time he messes up he's on his own." Mercedes just shook her head at that and sighed, as the first bell rang signaling the end of lunch. "Well my lady it seems that our next classes await us." he said as he picked up their trays and walked over to her and offered her his arm. "Come on let me walk you to class." Mercedes acted as if she were in deep thought before nodding her head reluctantly.

"Oh okay." she said as they headed out of the lunchroom, Mercedes leaned into Tristan's side as they walked down the hallway. "I still can't believe you did all this." Tristan raised an eyebrow at that and looked down at her.

"Did all of what?"

"You know got me to talk to Sam," she paused and looked up at him. "I really wasn't expecting that but-."

"Look Ms. Lady I know you. You care about your friends and that's what he is. You wouldn't feel right until the whole mess was settled besides it's not in you to carrying around a grudge." he said with a shrug as they stopped in front of her locker, leaning against he looked at her and grinned. "I mean come on Ms. Lady you're stunning, talented, sassy or was it feisty I keep forgetting which one you picked," he said as he gave her his signature grin. "No where in there does it say you're unforgiving in fact if I were to update my list, I'd say this now. "Mercedes Jones, you're stunning, talented, loving, caring, sweet, shy and sassy," he said as he looked down at her. "See I remember which one you picked." he said tapping the side of his head "But you know what I should probably add to that list." he asked, Mercedes looked over at him and couldn't hide the blush that slowly crept up on her.

"What should you add."

"I should add on at the end of that great detailed list that this lady is all mine, but then I think you might have a slight problem with how possessive that sounds." he said as he looked over at her and caught the look she was sending his way. All he did in response was tilt his head to the side and grin. "So I just add that little part on in my head."