When Mercy Met Sammy

by naila2

Mercedes Jones was as far removed form a romantic as possible. Samuel Evans was a hopeless romantic through and through. So how did these two perfectly opposite strangers meet? And then fall in love (oh yes they did), well reader I shall answer all your worries, just sit back, relax, put your feet up, take a load off and let me tell you all about; When Mercy Met Sammy

1. Prologue

*Hello, Ok so I take it we're all a little frustrated at season 4, wait scratch that Season 4, what season 4, it just doesn't exist. Well anyway My samcedian heart wanted some christmasy romance so I got writing. This isn't supposed to be a adaptation or retelling of any film I just sat down and wrote what came to me. Please ENJOY and let me know what you think. I don't own Glee or it's characters. But most of all THANK YOU for reading*

When Mercy met Sammy

Prologue

Mercedes Jones. She was as far removed from a romantic as possible. Love songs, poems, flowers, candle-lit dinners by the beach, Sandra Bullock movies. Nothing made her nose scrunch harder than that. It wasn't that she was completely far removed from love and affection. She wasn't cold or hard-hearted. No. She just appreciated that life was very different to what movie directors and some fiction authors would have you believe. Was she high maintenance? No. She just accepted reality-mostly with a smile, but completely with caution. Was she a pessimist? Far from. More like a realist. She didn't fret about her glass being half full or empty, heck you were lucky to even get a glass, in this fast paced world let alone worry about its contents. And that, that was Mercedes Jones.

Samuel Evans. He was a romantic fool. Serenading, handpicking flowers, sky writing messages, love letters, and Sandra Bullock marathons. Nothing made his eyes glint more. It wasn't that he easily fell in love-or out of it for that matter. In fact till date-rather embarrassingly-he had had only one girlfriend. If that. He just adored the idea of old school classical remedies that would make any lady swoon. He appreciated that every now and then, a little bit magic in our otherwise mundane lives did a whole lot of good. Was he crazy? No. Just a little aloof. Was he an optimist. Not particularly, he knew when to move on and when to stay and fight. He simply knew that in this short but beautiful life that we had been granted, every second counted, and counted more depending on who you were with. And that, that was Samuel Evans.