AU: Mercedes and Sam's lives collide exactly one week before Christmas. Sam has amnesia and Mercedes is his social worker. She offers him a place to live and with her help, he is able to find out his identity and who he wants to be. Holiday Magic will run from now until the New Year.

Hi guys! I'm back with a new fic. This was actually supposed to be a one shot, but it somehow grew to be a full blown mini fic. Don't worry, this one is prewritten and will be completed at the latest by the New Year.

This is dedicated to Ngawai and Lana. I know I promised you guys something else altogether, but real life got in the way, so you'll just have to settle for this mini fic. :P Merry Christmas, loves.

Please excuse my mistakes. I'm only human.

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or its character.

It was a week before Christmas and Mercedes was up in her eyeballs in cases. This was her life as a Social Service Officer. That job of yours don't pay squat. You are only wasting your potential by being a Social Worker. You should have listened to me and gone to law school. She rolled her eyes when the nagging voice of her mother filled her ears. As much as she loved her mother, Mia Jones was also the bane of her existence. She was always bossing her around and telling her what she should do and how she should behave. She was the reason why Mercedes moved all the way to Seattle after college. It was just so she could have a peace of mind. She only went home during the holidays and family gatherings and like every year in the past, she dreaded going home for Christmas this year. Living under one roof with her mother for three days always led to an argument and she wasn't looking forward to it.

The chiming of the doorbell—signaling that they had visitor in the office—brought her out of her musing. Being the one closest to the door, she could hear and see everything and everyone who came into the office. In this instance, there were two police officers escorting a blond haired man into the facility. There was nothing extraordinary about the man. He had round green eyes, a sharp nose and his lips were too big for his face. Mercedes had never seen a white man with lips as big as his. It was odd, yet somewhat sexy. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and she noticed that he was looking around him as if he was a lost boy. Her heart went out to him. He looked out of place and seemed to be in need of help.

The three men stood by the help desk waiting to be helped and since Tina, their receptionist was not at her desk at the moment, Mercedes felt compelled to talk to them, so she got up and went towards Tina's desk.

"Hi, I'm Mercedes. How can I help you officers?" She greeted them warmly.

The really tall man spoke first. "Hello, Mercedes. I'm Finn Hudson and this is Officer Mike Chang." He said nodding in the direction of the other officer.

Mercedes smiled politely at both men and looked in the direction of the blond man—who was still busily scanning the room.

"Nice to meet you both. So what can I help you two with?"

"We are going to need to find shelter for this man right here." Office Mike pointed to the blond before continuing, "He has amnesia and we have no idea who he is or where he came from."

"That's a shame." She said, looking sympathetically at the man. "Let me see what we can do for him. We should be able to find a place to temporarily house him."

It took over two hours to process the man in. He was quiet during the whole time. Whenever he would look at her, her heart went out to him. She couldn't imagine being in his shoes. He was a tall man, but when he would look at her, he looked like a lost little boy. Being soft at heart, she felt the need to comfort him.

When the two officers left, she sat down next to the blond man and decided to strike up a conversation with him.

"Hi, I'm Mercedes Jones. I'm your case worker. I know that you might be feeling lost and scared, but I promise that I won't let anything bad happen to you."

The man smiled, but he didn't say a word.

She caught herself when she almost asked him what his name was. He has amnesia, fool. How would he know what his name is?

Shaking her head at her near faux pas, she smiled at him and said, "We need to find you a name. What would you like to be called?"

"Nicholas." She swore he had said.

To be sure that she wasn't hearing things, she asked, "I'm sorry, did you say, Nicholas?"

"Yes." He nodded, agreeing with her.

"Nicholas it is." Mercedes announced, smiling brightly. He hadn't said much in the past two hours, but the fact that he was saying something now was a great sign. He was opening up and that was always a good thing. "You know, since it's only one week till Christmas, your name fits very well with the situation and if I'm being honest, I think you look like a Nicholas."

"Thank you." Nicholas said. The right side of his lip lifted, giving her the appearance of a shy smile.

She was starting to like seeing his smile. He had thick lips and a smile gave them character.

With things going in the right direction, she resolved to make him feel as welcomed as possible. Maybe it might help to jog his memory. If not, having a friendly face around was always good to the soul or so she always thought.

"Would you like a cup of hot cocoa, Nick?" Mercedes caught on to the fact that she had just shorten his name and felt that it was rude of her to do so without his consent, so she went ahead and asked for his permission, "You don't mind me calling you Nick, do you? It's so much easier for me to remember."

Nicholas—or that was what he and Mercedes were calling him for now—looked at the kind eyed brown skinned beauty, feeling stunned by her kindness. He had no idea who he was and when he woke up at the hospital four days ago, all he got were a series of questions from the police and medical personnel, none of which he could answer. There was no identification on him or anything that could be useful to help find his identity. From what he knew, a kind citizen had found him lying unconscious in a local park. He called the ambulance and that was where he ended up waking up. The police had been trying to find out who he was and so far they had no luck. After the hospital discharged him, the authorities had no choice but to bring him here and he was glad that he did, because he had met Mercedes. She didn't treat him like he was diseased. She had been nothing but kind to him and was even the first one to think of a name for him. That in of itself spoke volumes to him.

"Nick is good and yes on the hot cocoa." He smiled back at her.

Mercedes was glad that Nicholas hadn't taken offense to her giving him a nickname. It was bad enough that he couldn't remember who he was, she didn't want to make him feel any more uncomfortable.

"One hot cocoa coming right up."

Mercedes went to make them both a cup and they spent the next hour talking. Okay, they were not talking. It was more of him looking at her while she spoke. If she was any other woman, she would find him creepy, but knowing that he had gone through trauma, she didn't think too much into his behavior. After a while, Mercedes excused herself and went back to work. She still had a few things she needed to take care of before she took off for her mom's for Christmas.

"So where am I staying tonight?"

Mercedes froze when she heard this. She knew the answer. Nick was going to be sent to a homeless shelter. She didn't want to have to break this news to him. It would break her heart to see him withdraw into himself again.

"You're staying with me." She blurted out without thinking.

Wait, what did I just do? I can't have him staying with me. There's no room. Kurt and Blaine are going to kill me.

Nick held his breath and sighed in relief when he heard that he was going to be staying with Mercedes. "Thank God… For a minute there, I thought that I was going to have to stay at a homeless shelter."

Mercedes had been talking to him for the past hour and although he hadn't said much, he had found her voice comforting. He spent most of that time looking at her. Observing how her nose would scrunch when she smiled or laughed and the different octaves of her voice. It had all intrigued him. When she stopped talking to go back to work, he felt like there was something missing and decided to ask her where he was going to end up. He had expected for her to tell him that he was going to be sent to a homeless shelter, but to his delight and surprise, he was told that he would be staying with her.

"Are you sure that it's okay for me to stay with you?" He asked and because he was curious as to her status, he added, "I don't want your husband or boyfriend to get mad at you."

He didn't know why he wanted to know about her relationship status. His priority should be at other things, like finding out his identity. Besides, for all he knew, he could be married, but his curiosity could not be quelled. He needed to know and like any other normal person who was curious, he asked…

"Yeah, it's going to be fine." Lord, why did I just lie to him? I live with Kurt and Blaine in a cramped two bedroom apartment. What if they get pissed off and throw Nick out? What am I going to do then? "Oh and I'm single. I live with my best friends, Kurt and Blaine." She said in a dismissive tone, not once suspecting that he was interested in her.

For the second time that day, Nick let out a sigh of relief. "That's good, but if it's going to be an imposition then-"

"Nonsense. I can't let you stay at a homeless shelter when there's room at my place for you." Why can't I shut up? I'm going to be in so much trouble…

"Thank you, Mercedes. I will make it up to you somehow." He thanked her sincerely.

All her worries faded when she saw his sweet smile.

"You're welcome, Nick. Don't worry about making it up to me. Just pay it forward when the time comes."

"Come on in, Nick. Sorry, about the mess." Mercedes ushered her new friend into the apartment and threw her keys and purse on the coffee table. "My friends and I have been busy this past week. You know, since it's so close to Christmas and all."

Nick smiled and nodded, looking around the quaint apartment. For such a small space, it was very well kept. Especially seeing as there were three people dwelling in the same living quarter. He had to admit that he was rather impressed by this.

"There's nothing messy about this place." He sent her lopsided grin, "This is actually really nice."

Mercedes was walking towards the attached kitchen when she heard Nick's comment. She immediately looked at him and smiled. "Thanks. Would you like some tea, coffee or maybe another cup of hot cocoa perhaps?"

"Tea would be nice." He answered as he sat down on the sofa, making himself comfortable.

She made two cups of tea and handed Nick a cup before settling down on the sofa.

"How long have you been living here?" He asked, blowing on the hot liquid.

"Coming on three years now. Kurt and Blaine are getting hitched after the holidays, so I will have to start looking for my own place soon."

"You must be sad to have to leave this place after living with your friends for three years."

"Nah, it's not so bad." She shrugged, "I've been trying to be more independent for a while now. Them getting married is the push that I needed."

"Mercy, I'm home…"

Kurt called out and all of a sudden they both stopped talking.

"Oh, and who is this?" Kurt asked, eyeing the cute blond man who was sitting on the sofa.

"This is Nick. He's a client. He has amnesia and he'll be staying with us for a few days until we find out who he really is." Mercedes replied a little too quickly. "Nick, this is my best friend Kurt."

"Hi." Nick smiled shyly.

A brow rose as Kurt looked between Nick and Mercedes. Instantly, he could see the warm connection between the two. What surprised him however, was the fact that Mercedes had brought a stranger home. She never did that. There must be something magical in this guy. His vision instantly went to the man's crotch, smiling when he saw the sizeable bulge there.

"Nice to meet you, Nick." He smiled warmly at the blond and turned to look at Mercedes, "Mercy, may I have a word with you in my room?"

Mercedes' stomach dropped. She knew that look and it was never a good thing when Kurt would ask to speak to her in his room. It all screamed, Run! You're in deep trouble! She followed Kurt into the bedroom nonetheless, sending Nick a soft smile as she passed him.

"Listen, Kurt, I can explain. Nick had no place to go and I felt sorry for him, so I invited him back here. He will not be in the way, I promise." Mercedes clarified once they were in the bedroom.

"Oh, I'm not worried about Nick, he looks nice enough. It's you that I'm worried about." Kurt said, sitting on the bed and patting the empty spot next to him, urging Mercedes over.

Mercedes sat down next to Kurt and furrowed her brows, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that you have only met this man, sweetie. You never bring anyone around, not even back when you were dating that dope, Puck." He cringed at the thought of Mercedes' ex-boyfriend. "Do you like him or something?"

"No! It's not like that at all. He's just so lost and I felt really bad for him. Besides, it's almost Christmas. No one should be alone at Christmas." Mercedes flushed.

Kurt didn't believe Mercedes for a minute. There were telltale signs that she had a thing for the blond man. First of all, she couldn't meet his eyes when she spoke to him and second, she was fidgeting. He had known Mercedes all his life and she only did those things when she was lying. But being a true friend, he let the matter slide.

"If you say so… Have you told him about Lima?"

Mercedes was glad that Kurt hadn't pushed her. She wasn't attracted to Nick like that. Intrigued, yes, but physically attracted, no. Okay, that was a lie. She did find him attractive, but that wasn't the reason why she brought him home with her. She did it for his benefit and not hers.

"What about Lima?" She asked, not understanding what he meant.

"Uh… You're going to back to Lima for a few days to spend Christmas with your family…?" Kurt tapped his chin.

"Oh shit! I completely forgot about that!" Mercedes gasped and plopped herself down on Kurt's bed, lying on her back. "Ugh, I'm so not looking forward to spending time with my mother…" She grumbled.

Kurt laughed. It was no secret that Mercedes and Mia Jones didn't get along. Getting them under the same roof was only going to drive them both crazy. He never understood why Mercedes chose to go home every year. It always ended up in disaster, but she always came home anyway.

"Oh is right. How are you going to let Nick stay with us when you know full well that we'll be leaving in a few days?" He asked quirking a brow.

"Damn, I didn't even think about that." She sighed, rubbing her face with her open palms. After a few seconds, she turned her face to the right to look at him. "Well, I guess I could tell Nick that he could only stay for a few days. When we leave for Lima, he'll have to find his own way…"

Kurt could hear the sadness in Mercedes' voice and took her hands. He massaged her palms—something that he would always do whenever his best friend was in distress—before saying, "You don't have to kick him out. He looks like he's harmless and we'll just make sure that we lock the bedroom doors when we leave for Lima, that way we'll know that he won't be able to steal anything of value. Well, except for the TV, but I'm not worried. I don't think that Nick is capable of committing burglary."

"You are the best friend I could ever ask for, Kurt." Mercedes said sincerely, "Thank you for not giving me a hard time about Nick…"

"I know, I am and you are so very welcomed, sweetie." Kurt continued to massage Mercedes' palms and smirked at his next question, "So where is Nick going to be sleeping? There's not much room in the living room. I take it he'll be bunking with you…in your bed?"

Mercedes pulled her hands away and once again she flushed. "He is not going to be sleeping with me. There's plenty of room on the sofa."

"No there's not. He should sleep with you. Lord knows you need a good dicking down." He laughed.

"I do not need a good dicking down!" She shouted, "You're crazy and I'm leaving…" Mercedes got up and headed for the door.

"You know you do!" Kurt laughed again. He loved pulling Mercedes' legs. She was such an easy target.

"Whatever. I'm not talking to you no more." She rolled her eyes.

Nick was minding his own business when he heard Kurt and Mercedes shouting from the bedroom. He was going to ignore it, but then he heard the words, dicking down and immediately felt heat creeping on his cheeks. He knew straight away that they were talking about him and Mercedes. Not meaning to, his mind went towards the dirty. He wondered what it would feel like to have her writhing underneath him, her soft skin touching his as he pounded into her…

"Don't go there. You might be a married man and she's only doing you a favor…" He mumbled to himself and reached for one of the cushions to cover his now prominent erection.

So what do you think? Is it good, bad or terrible? Let me know in a review. The more I get the faster I post. Kidding… I'll have the next chapter up in two days.

Until then,

xoxo

lovessamcedes