So I have always loved Sam and Mercedes since the end of Season 2.

And I am really excited for my first (hopefully not my last) Samcedes FanFic.

I hope you guys like it :)

Please review!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Glee...

"So is that a yes on the Ford account?" he asked hesitantly. He held his breath as his boss stared at him silently. Then Mr. Johnson smiled.

"It's a yes. Congratulations Evans, I mean Mr. Vice President. You deserve it." Sam fist pumped the air; he couldn't believe all his hard work was finally paying off.

"Woah, calm down there, son. This is still a place of business," laughed his boss. Sam quickly regained his composure.

"Sorry, sir. I am just so excited; I promise I won't let you down."

"I know you won't," smiled the slightly older man. "Why don't you go celebrate, take the rest of the day off."

"Thank you sir, but I would much rather go back to work."

"Nonsense!" he laughed. "You worked hard and now is the time to enjoy it. Go call your friends and family I bet they'll be as proud as I am of you."

"Yes sir," Sam nodded. "Thank you." He exited the man's office and headed back to his own. He's walk slowly turned into a slouch and by the time he reached his desk chair, he collapsed in it. Friends? Besides Puck, they've all pretty much abandoned me. Family? The one thing a person's always supposed to be able to count on, but they're all taking her side. Face it Sam, you're alone. He put his head down on his desk and tried to figure out when his life got so complicated. His thoughts were soon interrupted by his cell, he glanced at the screen, it was Puck.

"Hello?"

"Hey man, did you get it?"

"Yea," he sighed.

"Well don't act too excited, I wouldn't want them to have to tranquilize you," Puck answered sarcastically. "Cheer up man, that's great news!"

"I guess."

"Ok, you know what? You're coming out with me tonight."

"Not this again, Puck. How many times do I have to tell you? I am perfectly happy."

"And how many times do I have to tell you? No man's happy if when he's not getting laid." Sam had to agree with him there, this dry spell has really been doing a number on him. It was really hard for him – no pun intended – especially since this was really the first time he was having this problem. Ever since high school, he could get whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. No woman could ever resist him, looking back on it; those years were probably the best of his life. But then he had to go and ruin it, he had to meet her.

"You know what? I'll go with you."

"Really?" Sam laughed at the shock in his best friend's voice. "Sam, you don't know how awesome this is. I have everything planned; this night is going to be killer."

"I literally just accepted, how do you have everything planned?"

"Dude, I'm offended. I thought you knew me better than that. Anyway, don't worry. This night is going to make you forget all about that conniving, manipulative, soul-sucking, obnoxious, abhorrent ex-wife of yours."

"Abhorrent? Have you been reading a thesaurus, Puck?"

"Ok, you caught me, but you got my point. All that matters is that you find a new friend to console you and keep you from falling into complete loneliness, because you know I love you man, but I won't do it."

"Yea you're right. We aren't even divorced yet and she's already off in Hawaii with that hooker of hers."

"I thought he was an actor."

"Whatever," he said dismissively.

"Ok…so changing the subject. Should I pick you up from work later?"

"Well actually I'm off now, do you want to start this guy's night a little early?"

"I loved to, but unfortunately some of us still have to work. I'll pick you up from your apartment later, alright?"

"Alright, see you later." Sam stared at his phone screen after Puck hung up. What was he supposed to do now?

"Evans! Are you still here?" Mr. Johnson stood in his door way.

"Just finishing up the Heinrick report, sir." His boss looked at him carefully.

"There's something wrong with a man who would rather be at work then with his buddies. Is everything okay, Evans?"

"Yea, everything's great. I was heading out now, actually." He began to pretend to pack his stuff but his boss still stood there, apparently disbelieving. Sam sighed and actually grabbed his stuff and exited the office.

"Have a great night, Evans."

"You too," he mumbled as he pressed the down button on the elevator.

Sam decided to wonder around the city. He couldn't believe that there was absolutely nothing to do in New York City at 2 PM. He rode the subway for a while, but the homeless guys were beginning to give him strange looks. He guessed he could go to Manhattan for a while and hit on the hot tourists but the idea didn't really appeal to him. So he choose to take a stroll in Central Park. While it was reportedly one of the romantic spots in New York, all he could see was a pigeon infestation and public displays of affection that would make a nun blush. He was about to give it up and head home when his messenger bag's strap broke loose, sending his laptop crashing into the floor. He, of course, hadn't zipped his bag up all the way and the fall sent his papers on a wind surfing expedition.

"Perfect," he grumbled. He cursed under his breath as he picked up what remained of his bag and laptop and tried to collect his files. After searching for a while, he managed to get most of his documents back and decided to rest on one of the benches.

"Could this day get any better?" he quipped. He then noticed a squirrel looking at him; in his mouth he held a paper that read CONFIDENTIAL: FORD ACCOUNT. Sam got on his knees and tried to coax the squirrel towards him. "Come here, little guy. You want to give me that document don't you? I bet you do." The squirrel looked at him for a second and took off. Sam rolled his eyes and ran tried to catch him. After about fifteen minutes of being that guy who's chasing a squirrel through the park, the squirrel got caught in some kid's left over kite string. Sam got his paper. He wanted to leave the pest there to squirm, but he knew that there where dangerous birds circling the park and ultimately helped the little guy get free. That's when he heard it, the most beautiful voice his ears had ever, would ever hear. He followed the sound to a girl sitting on a blanket near a lake. She played a guitar as she sang Adele's "Someone like you." When she finished Sam applauded, she turned her head so quickly that he guessed he must have startled her. But she did the same, when their eyes met; Sam wasn't ready for what was going to happen next. Her deep brown eyes seemed to pierce his soul, he wanted to go to her, talk to her, protect her and make her his. Sam had to stop himself, he couldn't fall for this girl already - he didn't even know her name.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show," she smiled. Her voice is so beautiful, he thought. Stop it Evans!

"Um yea, you were amazing like an angel," he answered shyly. She gently placed her guitar on the blanket and appeared to – at least to Sam – glide over to him. He couldn't help but take her in. Her mocha skin and full lips that sent chills up his spin. Her body had more curves than a race track and her dress beautifully highlighted all the right ones. Sam couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to explore her- first with his hands, then with his own body. When she got to him, she extended her arm and smiled brightly.

"Thank you. I'm Mercedes Jones."

"Mercedes Jones," he repeated as he shook her hand. She was so warm.

"Is that your name too?" she laughed.

"Uh, no. I'm Sam Evans," he blushed.

"Sam Evans? Do you live on 3rd avenue? In a building across from a Marriot Hotel?" Sam was honestly having trouble remembering his own name looking at this woman, let alone where he lived. He took a second.

"Why yes, yes I do."

"Yea, you just moved. I remember seeing your name in the building newspaper under New Residents. How's the apartment treating you?"

"Um, good. Did you just say we live in the same building?" How could he have possibly missed her?

"Apparently," she smiled.

"That's cool." He really wished he could say something more, anything more but he was afraid of sounding stupid.

"Yes."

"So you're a singer?" he asked, pointing at her guitar.

"I wish," she laughed. "No, it's just something I do as a hobby. I work in business."

"So do I!" he said, a little too overjoyed.

"Really? Where?"

"I work for a bank, Vice President of Savings and Commercial Lending." Sam wanted to kick himself, why did he have to sound like such a show off. Mercedes eyes widened.

"Wow, fancy. I'm impressed." He beamed, he had impressed her.

"Oh, it's nothing," he claimed trying to conceal his happiness.

"Well it was nice meeting you neighbor, but I have to go." What? Not now, I just met you. God dammit Sam, say something! Talk to her, get her to stay. He simply stood there in silence. Mercedes shifted uncomfortably in the silence. "Um, hopefully we'll see more of each other in the building?" Sam nodded.

"It was great meeting you." And with that she was already heading back to her blanket, gathering her stuff and leaving. Even though they had just met, he already missed her. On the subway ride back home, he was already making plans to run in to this musical angel again.