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Mercedes knew that she wanted to try to do something special for Sam, but she also wanted to go to this monthly Art Walk that she heard about.  Last night, she'd watched horror movies and drank wine, still not ready to really get out of her room and do much of anything.  The way that she was starting to think that she made Sam feel was eating away at her.  When she was with Jesse, there was never a day that he ever imagined that she cared more about anybody else.  And while a certain part of her did care a lot about Jesse, and she knew a certain part of her would; she had chosen Sam and she wanted him to feel just as wanted and just as important as she once made Jesse feel.  If that meant swearing off of Jesse, even for friendship or comfort, or whatever, she could do it.  God knew that she had given up several possible friendships for Jesse's peace of mind.  She git herself ready to hit the event that began at 7 and knocked on Sam's bedroom door, "Hey, Sam-Sam... I was wondering if maybe you;d like to go out on a date with me, tonight?"

Suddenly Blaine felt sick again. He was almost trembling as he stood on the doorstep to the Evans house, but took a deep breath and knocked lightly. He waited a moment, but when there was no reaction he carefully entered the house, getting rid of his coat, scarf and shoes in the hall before he headed for the living room. "Sam? It's me... I'm just gonna... wait here," he called out, sitting awkwardly down on the couch, keeping his hands in his lap.

Well... I actually wanted to talk to you about that yesterday, but then you... said things and... fell asleep and... yeah.