Mercedes shifted in her seat every time the Starbucks door opened to get a better look at just who was walking through and each time it wasn't her. She looked at her watch, "Damn this girl is already 15 minutes late!" When Rachel had texted her last night saying "Code red, meet me at Starbucks tomorrow at 10am, we need to talk!" She had texted back, "About what?" but Rachel refused to tell her over the phone, so naturally her interest was piqued. Finally, the door swung open dramatically, and in walked Rachel Berry….and Sam Evans. Mercedes eyes looked between the two of them, and it didn't go unnoticed that Sam looked more than a little surprised that she was there also. What was this, some sort of intervention? What could the two of them possibly need to talk to her about, and then it hit her, hard and her heart sank. There was something going on between them.

"Mercedes, Mercedes, are you alright, you look like you've seen a ghost," Rachel said.

"No, no, I'm fine, I just got trapped in thought for a second, anyway, how's it going?" she said as she plastered on a fake smile. "Sam, how are you?" she said a little colder than she meant to. Until then, Sam's eyes had been downcast to the table, but he looked her in the eyes, to say, "I'm good, can't complain" before flexing his jaw like he did when he was agitated.

"Actually, that's not true," Rachel interrupted, "You see, Sam here has been staying on our couch in the loft until he can get a job, and it's been, well, crowded. Every time we leave our rooms, he is right there on the couch the poor thing."

Sam looked mortified. He rolled his eyes, and said, "Come on Rachel, damn, if you wanted me out of the loft, why didn't you just tell me that instead of pretending we were just coming her to get coffee? I'll just go back to Ohio until I can figure something out. You didn't have to involve her in this" and at that he glanced at me.

"But I want you to follow your dreams Sam, and with Mercedes help you can do that, she has more than enough" Rachel started to say before I cut her off.

"I'm sorry, what do I have to do with this conversation"

"Well, I'm glad you asked" Rachel smiled. "I think that it would be better for all of us, if Sam moved in with you until he found a job, since you have plenty of room"

"Me? What?" I said looking like a deer caught in headlights, "I don't really have any room" and with that statement Sam looked sad.

"Mercedes, you have a two bedroom apartment in Manhattan" Rachel deadpanned, "And last I checked there is only one of you."

"Correction, I have a one bedroom with a wardrobe, there's no bed in that other room, just a bunch of costumes and clothes for my stage performances" I said weakly, realizing how it sounded after it came out of my mouth.

"Well, see, she doesn't have any room , so I guess I should just go back to Ohio, or maybe to Tennessee to visit with my family, get a job down there." Sam went on.

"But that is silly, you are going to make it as a model, I know you will, why should you go back down there when Mercedes can make room for you, especially since she has the room, it's what we do for friends," she said staring me straight in the face and then she got a wicked grin on her face and a glint in her eye when she said, "Unless…it would be weird for the two of you, you know, former lovers living together, things could get messy."

Sam's face turned beet red. This bitch was all I could think, but she was smart though, because she knew that there was no way that I could back away from this now, without looking like I still had feelings for Sam that I was afraid would come to the surface if we shared living quarters. She had me, and there was nothing I could do but accept defeat.

"No, it wouldn't be weird at all" I lied, "Sam, you can come and live with me, I wouldn't really be able to move my costumes out of that room because there is nowhere else for them to go, but I'll get you a bed, so you can have something to sleep on." I said turning to face him for emphasis, after all, if he accepted I would be facing him a lot.

Sam looked up at me with unsure eyes, "Are you sure about this, I wouldn't want to intrude on your life or get in your way."

His eyes nearly broke my heart, before I knew it I was reaching over the table to touch his hand as I said, "Sam, you could never get in my way, we are friends, and I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise. I'm here for you, if you need it"

Sam smiled mischievously and put his other hand on top of mine rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb seductively slow, and I suddenly need my hand back. "I would be honored to be your roommate, let's do this." He said.

"Alright, so when do you want to make the move?" I asked while casually sliding my hand out from underneath his, which didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Um, can I interject," Rachel said with a strange expression on her face, "It might be best for Sam to make the move as soon as possible, you know, so he can get settled and everything"

I rolled my eyes at her for that one, "Okay, So I'll just see if I can get a bed sent within the next couple of days."

"Well I'm glad that's settled" Sam said using his deep voice.

"Is there anything else that you two wanted to share with me?" I said looking hard at the two of them. Sam looked confused, like he couldn't fathom what I might be talking about. "How is life treating you two" I said in a rough tone and then Sam seemed to get a clue what I might have been talking about because he immediately started smirking while Rachel just kept going on and on about Funny Girl.

"I have to go, I need to get to the studio, sorry you guys" I said standing up, "Sam I'll call you to let you know when your bed arrives, bye babes" Rachel frowned but Sam stood up and said, "I'll walk you out"

When we got to the door he still had that damned smirk on his face. "What?" I said more than a little annoyed. He leaned in close placing his hand on my lower back just above my butt for balance as he whispered in my ear, "Come on, you didn't seriously think I was dating Rachel did you?"

"I have to go" I said with a smile breaking out of his grasp and exiting Starbucks while I heard him call out behind me, "See you soon."