Title: No Can Be The Greatest Answer
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Summary: Um... if your expecting one I don't have one so I guess you can just read and find out what happens. We'll that was kind of awkward, but I guess I should probably let you read the story now.
Mercedes and Santana sat at their favorite table in their favorite restaurant. "Santana I hate you," the girl in question let out a fake gasp of shock and continued to eat.
"What did I do this time?" Mercedes narrowed her eyes, and stared at the Latino woman in front of her who continued to eat.
"You know what you did," Mercedes tried her best to stay angry, but sighed when Santana still didn't look up from her plate. "You keep setting me up with weirdos, like that one guy who cursed out my mom, or that wheelchair guy that acted like Michael Jackson on wheels." Santana laughed and Mercedes stared on in disbelief at her so-called-best friend would laugh at something so serious.
After finally getting herself under control Santana put on a some-what serious face. "Okay I understand the first the one, but what about the second guy he seemed pretty cool," Santana raised her eyebrow in true confusion. Mercedes gave a look of disdain before explaining herself.
"Oh yes, the second one, the date was going good we drank, got dru- well I got drunk, ate food, partied, and had fun, that is until he sang me to sleep and let himself out," Santana gave her a look that was mixed with confusion and irritation.
"Okay, so what was so wrong with him?" Santana started at Mercedes waiting for her to get on with it.
"Hold on let me finish, when he let himself out he also let himself into my jewelry box, he stole my earrings, and one of the rings that I got from our trip to Italy." Santana curled up her fist and inched her hands off the table slowly.
"Yeah he stole I noticed it missing a while ago, but I didn't want to say anything." Mercedes narrowed her eyes, but let go.
"Do you even know the men you try to set me up with," Santana didn't answer and looked everywhere else, but Mercedes' face.
"Well um... I guess I'll go, but I do have a surprise for you though," Mercedes kept her eyes narrowed. Santana stood up and snapped her fingers. "Yo Trouty," out of nowhere a sexy fine, top of the line, blonde walked to their table. Green eyes trained themselves on the chocolate diva.
"So this is my queen," his voice smooth as cream. The Adonis lifted Mercedes' hand and kissed it. Mercedes caught Santana's eye and mouthed a quick 'I love you'. Santana smirked, nodded, mouthed 'you owe me', and left with a wink. Finally, Mercedes looked back to the man who sat down, taking Santana's empty seat. Mercedes finally learned the man's name. Sam, so sweet yet still so simple. Mercedes fanned herself the room had just gotten really hot.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but only one slipped out. "Your not a klepto are you?" Sam chuckled, but realized she was serious and gave her a quizzical look before answering with a simple no.
The end.
A/N: If your reading this that means you actually stuck with the story, so thank you for that. Also I wrote a one shot that kinda goes with this story, which I will post later. See ya my sweet readers and review if you like.