So I wrote this for first encounters. I do not own Glee. Thanks to my BETA erchills! It's not much but enjoy!

Mercedes was sitting behind a folding table with her five best friends as they waited to audition possible Cheerios for the new year. Coach Sylvester was taking her newborn for a check up and left her head cheerleaders in charge. "Alright send the first person in," Mercedes shouted.

One of her best friends, Quinn, covered her face as they watched a red head do tumbles across the provided red mat.

"Oh god, next!" Santana and Kurt both shouted dismissing the girl. Mercedes, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Kurt and Tina couldn't believe they wasted a Saturday morning for this hot ass of a mess they called auditions. Out of fifty people that showed up so far only one girl was worth it. She wasn't THE best but she had potential and she was the best they've seen all day.

"Okay Becky practice starts Monday at 4:30 sharp! Bring something to work out in and water," advised Mercedes.

"A lot of it!" Quinn informed the sophomore with a smile and handed her a parent and physician consent form.

"Next!" Tina shouted.

A bubbly brunette walked in, wearing all pink and pig tails. "Hold up, hold up," Santana said with a raised hand, chuckling to herself. "Please tell me this is a typo. Is your name really Sugar?"

"Sure is! Motta's the last name," the girl confirmed.

"Wait! As in the millionaire Motta?" Santana asked.

"Yep." Kurt turned to Mercedes in disbelief.

"Cedes her dad is rolling in money, we get her on this team and everything is paid for!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah Kurt I get it but we still need to see what she can do. I was put in charge and if I gather a bunch of weak links then that's my ass coach is on."

"And that's a lot of ass," Santana teased.

Mercedes turned toward her friend of twelve years and stuck her tongue out at her. "She auditions and we'll go from there." They all directed their attention back on the brunette who was now scrolling through her phone.

"What can you do?" Brittany, Santana's girlfriend, asked. Turning on 'Milkshake' she began dancing around and crawling on the floor seductively.

"Okay!" Quinn shouted, causing the girl to stop dancing. "Sugar that wasn't bad, it was a bit much, but not bad. We can work with you but none of that okay? This is McKinley not Magic City. Here," she said, holding out a form she smiled at her. "Practice is Monday after school. Don't be late."

Mercedes groaned tossing her head back before placing it on Tina's shoulder. "Who's next?"

"Um some guy named Sam Evans," informed Tina.

"Not another male cheerleader! They only come to hit on us and look under our skirts."

"Oh!"

"I have a boyfriend I have a boyfriend." Kurt repeated to himself causing Mercedes to look at her friend and laugh.

"What?"

"Look at the lips on that one!" Mercedes turned her attention to where all her friends were looking and bit her lip. "Praise." Clearing her throat she shook her head and took his information to keep her eyes off of the tall muscular dirty blond.

"Sam, you do know this is a cheerleading audition right?" she asked.
"Yeah." He gave Mercedes a lop sided grin, causing her to stir in her seat.

"Um okay well show me, us" she corrected herself, making him smile and her friends to look at her and laugh. "What you can do?" Embarrassed, she slid in her seat covering her face with his paper.

"Oh well about that. I don't really "dance" per-say but I do lift and I can do some acrobatics. I can do back flips, walk on my hands," he said before being cut off.

"Uh we know what acrobatics mean," Quinn clarified.

"I didn't." Brittany admitted with a shrug.

"Okay well go ahead." Quinn said waving her hand. They watched as he flipped around and walk on his hands.

"I can do the Windy City too." Heavily breathing he started showing them his signature move.

"Oh god stop! Please. What the hell was that?" Kurt all but screamed.

"My Windy City! The ladies loved it at my last school," the blonde boy beamed.

"Well this isn't your old school. Quinn," she snapped her fingers "Go up there so he can lift you."

"Um no! Noah would kill him if he found out some guy other than him and Kurt touched me. You go up there."

"I'm not letting Mr Windy City grope me."

"Umm I don't grope." Sam interrupted raising a hand.

"Fine Cohen Chang go." she ordered.

"Quinn he's probably gay I'm assuming there will be no groping," Kurt explained.

"Um I'm not gay either," Sam tried to say.

"Oh yeah, Mike would have a fit. Cedes you go!"

"Yeah Ce-des!" Quinn teased bumping shoulders with her friend. "Maybe you forgot I just do floor work. Britt go up there! You weigh a ton due to your muscles and height." She stood up and went over to Sam.

"Yo trouty mouth! Keep your hands away from my girls lady parts. I'm from the Lima Heights Adjacent and I have razors in my hair," warned Santana.

"It's true she does." Brittany informed him. Sam lifted her with ease before tossing and catching her. Brittany went to sit down when Quinn looked at Mercedes.

"Hey Sam lift your shirt please." Tina and Kurt covered their eyes while Santana and Brittany covered each others eyes.

Quinn chuckled watching her best friend whimper and bit at her lip. "Okay thank you. Here is a consent form for your parents and doctor. Get it signed and practice starts Monday 4:30 sharp." Mercedes informed side eyeing her friend for doing what she did to her. "All the information is on here. See you Monday."

"Is your number on here?" He asked looking straight into her big brown doe like eyes. Tina squealed slapping Kurt's arm.

"Umm," was all Mercedes could say. Quinn took out a pen and wrote Mercedes number on it. "It is now. She's free tonight. Call her."

"Quinn!" Mercedes screamed, appalled.

"Sweet." Sam took his packet and left the gym.

"Quinn why did you do that?" Mercedes asked.

"You froze! I was helping you out you can thank me later." Quinn smiled. "When you guys have cute little babies with curly hair, your button nose," she added.

"Big ass lips!" Santana added causing them to laugh. Mercedes was in the middle of another audition when her phone buzzed. Happily turning her eyes away from the disaster they called a cheer she pulled out her phone.

So are you free tonight? -Sam. She bit her lip thinking about her answer.

"You better say yes." Quinn told her never taking her eyes off of the train wreck going on in front of her. She looked up at her friend before texting him her answer.

I'll be ready at six. You better not make me regret this Samuel.
I'll make it worth your while. I can promise you that.

Trying to hide her smile, she sent him her address before watching Santana dismiss another dancer.