𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 • 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚎

𝚇𝙸𝙸𝙸

It had been a few weeks since my fight with Sam. I get it, you know? I mean, he was done with New York because he got his face on the side of a bus. But, I didn't think that I'd have to choose my relationship over what I wanted. 

Anyway, to catch you up on what happened in the last few weeks. Sam and I made up, a little. Mercedes came. Great. I didn't mind her, it was just that. Every time I would be out somewhere, I'd come back and she'd be here. With him. By herself. I wasn't that type of girlfriend. 

I didn't care who he hung around with. It was just weird. The fact that most of the time when I wasn't home, they hung around together. I would've much rather have had him hang around with Blaine. Even though he had a crush on Sam in like senior year. 

This day, in particular, was a little bit different. I had gone out to run errands, because when you live in an apartment with three guys, you need to go food shopping almost every weekend. I thought it was a normal day...that's what it started as. 

I went food shopping, came home and did everything else that I needed to do. Sam was standing in the kitchen, per usual. He was always eating. Mainly cereal, but whatever. "What're you doing, Sam? I just went food shopping and bought perfectly good--and healthy--things to eat." 

"Oh...well, I didn't wanna eat to much. Mercedes and I are going to the movies later. We're gonna grab dinner before we go." 

I stopped what I was doing and turned to him. "Doesn't that seem a little weird?" He just turned and looked at me. "No...why?" I sighed. "Sam...dinner and a movie was our first date. That's a typical first date. Sam, you are very clueless. It's obvious she likes you." He just stared at me. "Okay, look back to high school. Wasn't it obvious that I liked you?" 

He nodded this time. "Alright. Now, look back at me in high school and look at her now." He just looked at me. "I still don't get it." I sighed and threw my hands up in defeat. "Whatever. Just, don't be home late. I have a big test tomorrow and I kinda don't wanna be woken up at midnight to know that you saw the new Star Wars movie." He sighed and nodded. 

"When are you going?" 

Right after I asked my question, the doorbell rang. Sam ran over to answer it and Mercedes stood behind the door. He turned back to me. I nodded. "Bye! I love you!" He called as he ran out the door. 

"I love you too." I mumbled to myself as the door shut behind the two of them. I turned and leant on the counter, and for a split second, I thought. Maybe this was the way things were supposed to be. Maybe Sam and I weren't soulmates. Maybe we weren't meant to be. 

Nonsense. If we weren't meant to be, I would've known. I was very good at this kind of stuff. I always knew when a relationship would be bad for me. Hell, even fourteen year old me knew that when I "dated" Puck. 

I was over reacting. I had to have been. Sam loved me. He just said so five minutes ago. There was no way that he didn't. I mean, if someone didn't love you, they'd tell you, right? 

I shook it off and had to do things that occupied me. Things that would take my mind off of the entire rant that my mind just went on. My mind ranted a lot, but this had to be one of the worst times that it actually happened. I knew I was going crazy and that, you didn't just talk about weddings and kids and Christmases with the person who didn't love you. 

When we went to Lima, if memory serves, driving back to the hotel, he literally told me that we would do Christmas eve at his parent's house and Christmas at my mom's house. That way Christmas wouldn't be nearly as awkward as Christmas eve would be. I always got the slight feeling that his parents didn't like me, but that didn't matter at this point. It wasn't the fifties. We didn't need to get our parents approval. 

I walked over and sat down on the couch. I clicked on the first thing I found and just sat there and watched it. I knew that things were going to happen between Sam and Mercedes, it was obvious. Everyone knew that. It was just a matter of time. 

**

Five and a half hours had passed by and I had fallen asleep on the couch. I had a very long day and most of the time, I always fell asleep on the couch. The doorbell...was what woke me up. 

I got up and walked over to the door. When I opened it, there was something that I didn't expect to see. Sam and Mercedes both fell into the apartment...in positions that weren't anything less than sexual. 

I stood there, unable to speak, before I turned and ran up the stairs. Everything from that point on went mute. I didn't hear Sam calling me as I ran up the steps. I didn't hear the loud clomp of his footsteps following me up the steps. I didn't hear him pounding on the door. Nothing. Just silence. 

I sat down on the bed and attempted to catch my breath. I just sat there and breathed. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Until I caught my breath. Until I was able to stand up straight without tipping over and could hold things steadily. I walked over to the door and unlocked it. After that, I walked over and sat down on the bed. Eventually, Sam came in and just stood there. 

"A.J, I-" 

"No." I said, almost in tears. "You don't get to speak. You don't get to look me in the eyes and tell me that you're sorry. I warned you, Sam. I told you that she liked you and you completely ignored me. Then, I think that someone's at my door and I open it and...God. I knew I was stupid. Maybe relationships just aren't my thing. You know, you really shouldn't tell people that you love them, unless you mean it." 

I sighed and just looked over at the bunch of boxes that sat in the closet, still sitting there from when we first moved in. Almost a year ago.

"I'm gonna spend the weekend at Scarlett and Santana's. They're my friends now and I can call them when I'm on my way. When I get back on Monday, I don't wanna see any of your stuff here. If it's here, I'm burning it. I don't care where you have to go or what you have to do. But I want you the hell out of my apartment." 

I stood up and began down the stairs of the apartment. "A.J..." I ignored him as I walked down the steps. Mercedes stood by the door. I gave her a dirty look as I walked out. 

Then, I started down the dark streets of New York to Scarlett and Santana's apartment.