None of the characters of Glee belong to me. If they did Mercedes would rule over her minions
Chapter 1
From the moment that Mercedes woke up this morning, she knew that her day would be hell. Not that the past few days haven't been hell; she could just feel that this one would be the worst one yet. As she looks back on it now, maybe she should have just stayed home. But as the owner of Cupcake Dreams , she knew that was out of the question. First thing to clue her in was the note that was left on the night stand by her boyfriend Shane.
"Sorry babe I'm not gonna be able to make it to dinner tonight. Got a meeting with some execs. Just cancel the reservation and don't wait up."
Shanex
That "got a meeting with execs" was code word for "I just slept my way through half of the cheerleaders, and now I feel sleeping with my publicist." That motherfucker thought that she didn't know, but Mercedes prided herself on being a very intelligent individual. What made Mercedes stay with his sorry ass, she would never know. They first ran into each other one day while she was at college when she stopped in her favorite coffee shop to get coffee. Mercedes was in a rush and noticed the barista hadn't handed her the coffee yet.
Mercedes was running late to her baking class. She was never late to her baking class but her damn alarm clock didn't go off this morning. She quickly decided to run into her favorite coffee shop because she still had a couple minutes to spare. She just really needed her coffee. If she didn't have her coffee, she would most definitely stab Marissa in the eye with a dull blade, and take delight in doing so. Marissa was a special little snowflake who sat in the front of the class, terrorizing Mercedes for no fathomable reason. 'Stupid bitch thinking she's better than everyone. Every time I answer a question in class, she wants to correct me somehow. Hope she chokes on those crusty ass rocks she calls snicker doodles.' As she was wallowing in her anger she didn't notice that the barista was trying to hand her the coffee.
"Ma'am…Ma'am…Excuse me…"
"WHAT!" Who does this asshole think he is? Yelling at me like he ain't got no damn home training.
"I was just trying to hand you your coffee but you seemed deep in thought."
"Oh..I'm so sorry. Bad morning." Great, not only has this day sucked, I yelled at the poor barista for trying to hand me my coffee. There is a special place in hell for people like me.
"It's no problem. I have those days from time to time. I hope your day get's better though. Beautiful women like you should be smiling all the time I'm Shane by the way."
"Haha I hope it gets better too." 'Is he hitting on me? HA, ok let me grab my coffee and get up outta here. I'm already almost late and if I am, that would just be one more thing Marissa throws at me and then I really will stab her with a rusty nail' She brushes off the compliment cause she sure as hell was not checking for him.
"So do I get the honor of knowing what your name is? I bet it's as beautiful as you are."
"Ha, ok I'm just gonna go cause I'm already super late for class, so have a nice day." She quickly exits and makes her way to campus. Was she super late to class? No. But he sure as hell didn't need to know that.
Mercedes gets to class and Marissa, sure enough, has to open her mouth.
"Mercedes I see that your late. I hope that doesn't happen too often. We wouldn't want for you to mess up your precious teacher pet status." She sneers at me.
'Teacher's pet? OH HELL TO THE NAH!' Right when Mercedes starts to make her way to Marissa's table, Tina stops her.
"Just ignore her. She's just mad that you're slaying in this class while she continues to be an irrelevant blip on Madam's radar." Tina says as she secretly flips Marissa off.
"I don't know where I would be without you Tina."
"Probably in jail for murder. And I really don't think you could pull off the jumpsuit." Tina laughs.
"Shut the hell up." Mercedes snickers just as Madam Beaufort walks in.
Class starts and Mercedes finally calms down. Over the next couple of days she continues to go to the coffee shop and continues to get harassed by this infuriating man. She does have to hand it to him; he is nothing if not persistent. So finally after what feels like the twentieth time of asking her out, Mercedes decides to take him up on his offer. _
Intelligent individual my ass, she thinks as she's sitting in her office with her head in her hands. She was dumb as hell. Dumb dumb dumb! She should have known when he said beautiful girls like me should smile. What the hell kind of line was that? Mercedes Jones don't gotta smile for NO BODY but Mercedes Jones. But after a couple of months, and a couple of 'you can never find anyone better than me,' all those insecurities that she thought that she buried came flooding back. Maybe she couldn't get with anybody better because who would want to be with her? Eventually Shane got more demanding, making her throw out all of her old clothes and wear what he wanted her to wear. Calling all damn day asking where she is and who she's with. Eventually, Mercedes just lost her fire and became a shell of herself. That's when she decided to open up a cupcake shop, now known as Cupcake Dreams with Tina and their childhood friend Quinn, so that she could keep her mind off of things at home.
That brings her to where she is now. With her head in her damn hands, tired and with her main oven on the fritz again. This was her main oven and she needed in working or all of her orders would get backed up, and she really needed to start on Santana and Brittany's cupcake tower for their wedding.
"QUINN! Get your skinny butt in here!" Mercedes yells.
"Yes, your Highness? How can the little people be of assistance today?"
"Ha...Ha. You got jokes." She says dryly. "I need you to tell Rachel to call the repair man to come and fix that oven. I need it fixed as soon as possible. I have to use the backup oven and that one is old as hell and when I can't use that one I have to go over to Marissa's shop and use hers. I refuse to step foot in her shop ever AGAIN! Fucking bitch was just telling me how to run my shop!"
"Marissa's a cunt, don't worry about her. And are you sure that you want me talking to Rachel? The last time I tried to talk to her all she wanted to talk about was MY MAN and she almost got dropped kicked," Quinn sneers.
"Yes, you're gonna have to learn how to get along so that this store can run effectively. I can't have you guys at each other's throat all the time."
"Yea like you and Kurt, huh?" Quinn replies.
Mercedes frowns, "I don't want to talk about Kurt. You worry about talking to Rachel ok?"
"Ok," Quinn backs out of the office to go and talk to Rachel.
Mercedes and Kurt haven't talked in a while. Once Kurt got married to Blaine, he couldn't have time for anyone else and talked to Mercedes less and less. Oh but he could totally hang out with Rachel though. Was some of it Mercedes' fault? She hasn't told anybody about what's happening. But damn, she misses two dinners that they were supposed to have because of Shane, and Kurt is yelling at her talking about how she was a bad friend. Whatever, fuck him and Rachel for all she cared.
"Hey, Mercedes I talked to Rachel and she said that she called the repair men and that they will be here first thing in the morning.
"See I knew that you two could have a civil conversation." Mercedes says.
"Civil conversation? Yeah maybe on my end. She just asked me when the next time Finn would be here was. I told her when Hell froze over, thawed, and then re froze over again. I thought that I was pretty damn civil, "Quinn sneers.
"Damn, keep working on it though," Mercedes laughs.
"Well when you start working on your friendship with Kurt, I'll work on my nonexistent one with Rachel. Well I'm about to jet out of here and get on home. Tina left and already told me to tell you bye. She had to get home to Mike and little Savannah. Don't stay here too late," Quinn says as she leaves.
"Ok see you tomorrow." Once Quinn leaves Mercedes puts her head back in her hands. Just then the office phone goes off.
"Hello?"
"Hi this is Noah Puckerman from Puckerman's Repair Company calling to confirm the appointment that you have with us tomorrow morning." Damn this man had a velvet smooth voice. Listening to his voice, I felt the gates of heaven open, angels sing and grown women weep. Focus Mercedes.
"Huh…Oh yeah. When you come in just ask for a Mercedes Jones and I'll take you to the smokin oven…I mean oven..the broken oven." Kill me now!
"O...K well see you in the morning." Mr. Puckerman hangs up.
Damn...I hope he looks as good as he sounds.
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