A/N: Thanks for all the love, support and reviews, it feeds my muse. Thanks Jill you're so awesome!
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Chapter Four
Los Angeles, CA
What's a Blond Goddess? The bold headline of The Celebrity News screamed.
It took international super hunk Sam Evans all of two minutes to replace ex-girlfriend, supermodel Quinn Fabray, with Hollywood starlet Lola. The two lovebirds met recently at a famous Hollywood nightclub and had been inseparable ever since.
"They are crazy for each other." A close friend of the newly cemented couple had gushed to reporters. "In fact, in the first thirty minutes of meeting Lola, Sam was ready to whisk her off to Las Vegas for a romantic spur of the moment wedding!"
When asked by reporters if Lola was the ONE. Sam, who will begin shooting his new Grayson Stone's movie in six weeks, answered the reporters by smiling at his girlfriend adoringly…
Puck stared at the glossy photos of his best friend and Lola, his dick holder, smiling for the paparazzi on the red carpet for a charity event. Although Lola was eating up the attention, Puck noticed Sam's smile didn't exactly reach his eyes.
He sighed deeply and sucked on his teeth, agitated that Sam hasn't begun learning his lines for his upcoming movie because he was too busy partying every night. Sam was fucking up royally, and if he didn't step in and rescue his friend self destructive ass from himself, everything he and Sam had ever worked for would have been for naught.
Puck threw the gossip rag into the trash, picked up his cell phone and keys from his desk as he headed out the door. It was time for him and his best friend to have a little heart to heart.
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Lola watched as Sam finished his laps around the pool. "Come on baby you can do it!" she yelled, cheering him on. Lola had been seeing Sam for almost two weeks and she loved every second of it. She enjoyed being Sam Evans's girl, the perks were great. She was able to get appointments at the best hair salons in Hollywood with no problem and the shop girls at the high end stores treated her with respect. Some times she was given free stuff if she dropped Sam Evans's name often enough.
Lola had no intentions of going back to being an unknown, that's why she had one of her closest friends give that exclusive to the Celebrity News - anonymous of course. So what if she had to split the $10,000 fee for the hot tip? It was worth it! It was a stroke of genius on her part to get her name out there and if she played her cards right, she will have a small speaking part in Sam's new movie. She had already picked out the part she wanted: Hot Girl Number One.
"You look great out there, baby," Lola complimented, smiling adoringly as Sam approached the patio table and plopped down in his usual chair. He barely acknowledged her as he reached for his smoothie and opened his laptop. Her smile faltered lightly. Lola had noticed, the honeymoon phase of their relationship was waning fast and if she didn't step up her game, she was going to be yesterday's news.
"How come you're still here?" Sam asked without looking up from his laptop. He was focusing on an email from his niece. "I thought you had a yoga class or some shit to go this morning."
Lola's ice blue eyes narrowed slightly. "I-I…" she cleared her throat. "I'd decided not to go."
Sam stopped typing long enough to look up, they locked eyes briefly. "Why?" he seemed genuinely interested.
"I thought that we could spend the time together," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.
"And do what?" he scoffed, going back to his typing. "Fuck?"
Lola felt the heat of humiliation slowly creeping up her neck, staining her porcelain skin pink. "I thought that I could help you go over your lines and…"
"No thank you," he said bluntly, cutting her off. "I don't need you for that." he took a huge sip of his smoothie and returned it to the table. "And I'm not in the mood for fucking, soooo…why don't you go?"
"If-if that's wha…"
"It is." Sam looked up as Lola slowly stood to leave. He knew that she was hoping that he would change his mind, but he wasn't going to. The excitement of being with someone new had worn off. Besides, this thing with Lola was never going to be permanent. She was just filler until he got over Quinn. "Just to give you a heads up, I think you should start seeing other people," he nonchalantly announced. "I mean we can still see each other but…" he scratched the back of his neck. "To be honest, people are starting to get the wrong idea about us." He was referring to the little item in Celebrity News.
Her posture went rigid. She saw her chances of being Hot Girl Number One quickly slipping through her fingers. "I thought we have a good thing going."
"I'm not going to lie and tell you that the sex isn't good," Sam replied. "Fuck woman, you can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch with that hot little mouth of yours. And you do look good hanging all over me at parties, but other than that we have nothing in common."
"So you're dismissing me?" Lola's ice blue eyes turned a little colder. "Isn't that what you're really saying?"
"Darling, this situation was never going to be permanent. Surely you're not that naive." He shook his head and chuckled mirthlessly.
"What if I told you that I love you?" she said, pouting. "Will that make a difference?"
"Love?" he chuckled, standing up. "You known me for all of what…?" he shrugged his shoulders. "Nine days, maybe ten? Lady, you don't know the first thing about me outside of the bedroom."
"I could learn if you let me."
"That won't be necessary," he picked up his smoothie and finished it. "If you hurry you can still catch your yoga class or go home, I really don't fucking care. I'm going to be busy for the rest of the day."
Puck drove up just as Lola was leaving.
"Lola." He smirked as she walked passed him.
Lola remained silent as she side eyed the fuck out of him. She angrily made her way to the taxi that was waiting for her at the end of the driveway.
"What's the fuck wrong with her?" Puck asked Sam, who was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.
"She thought we had a thing," Sam replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I told her we weren't permanent…you know true love and all that."
"You guys are over?" Puck couldn't hide his smile.
"You can say that," Sam pushed himself off the door and gestured for Puck to follow him inside. "What are you doing here? Did I forget a meeting or something?"
"No," Puck replied. "I came up here to ask you as politely as I could to get your shit together as far as Lola was concerned, but it seems I don't have to. You have taken care of the situation."
"Well…after that little item in that shitty paper, I had to do something," Sam said. "I ain't ready to get married, thanks to Quinn," he scoffed. "And if I was, Lola sure as hell wouldn't be my first choice." He picked the script off the coffee table and sighed. "Look Puck, I know I have been fucking up, but it is out of my system now. I'm ready to lock myself away from the outside world and memorize my lines."
"I'm glad to hear that, bro," Puck said, "'because I was about to shove my foot up your pretty ass."
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LAX, Los Angeles, CA
Mercedes felt overwhelmed. She had forgotten how huge the Los Angeles International Airport was! She claimed her luggage and grabbed a map of the airport. She then took her cell phone out her bag and phoned Kurt.
"Where are you?" Kurt asked, answering after the first ring.
"Here, in this big ass airport, feeling very small at the moment." she chuckled nervously.
"What terminal are you in?"
"Wait a second..." Mercedes looked up at the signs. "Terminal One."
"Okay, stay right there, I'm coming to you."
"Alright, hurry I can't wait to see you."
Mercedes ended the call and moved to the side. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm herself down, she couldn't believe it! She was finally in California! While she waited for Kurt, Mercedes sent her mama a text to let her know that she had arrived in Los Angeles safely. Although they weren't on speaking terms, it doesn't mean that her mama didn't worry about her.
Out of habit, she sent a text to Anthony:
Made it safely to LA!
He texted her right back:
Glad you made it there safely, keep in touch.
Kurt spotted Mercedes glancing at her phone, his blue eyes widened in excitement as he held up the neon pink 'WELCOME BACK TO CALI MERCEDES!' sign with her name spelled out in gold glitter.
"MERCEDES!" he shouted, dancing around.
Mercedes quickly looked up, her heart beating rapidly as she recognized the familiar voice behind the dancing butt ugly sign in front of her.
"KURT!" she shouted, ripping the sign from his hands and throwing her arms around her bestie. "OHMIGOD, KURT!"
People gave them some serious side eye, as the best friends stood in the middle of the terminal hugging, kissing and laughing until tears fell down their faces. Kurt stepped back and took a good look at Mercedes, shaking his head in awe.
"Mizz Jones, why are you so flawless?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You're more beautiful than the last time I saw you."
Mercedes giggled, hitting him playfully on the arm. "You are so good for my ego…my turn." She moved back and checked him out. "California has been good for you," she said. "Or shall I say Blaine has been good for you?"
Kurt nodded in agreement. "Yes he has."
"I thought that he would be here with you," she said, making a sad face. "I want to meet him and thank him for taking such good care of you."
"You will, he decided to stay home to give us some time to catch up," he replied, grabbing the handles of her purple luggage. As they walked toward the exit Kurt put on his shades. Mercedes did the same. "Welcome back to Cali, Mercedes."
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"So Anthony just gave you the ring and told you to pawn it if you need money?" Kurt asked in amazement.
"Yeah, he didn't want it," Mercedes replied. "We parted as friends, sort of…and I did text him to let him know I had made it here."
"Why did you do that? Aren't you're afraid of giving him false hope?"
"No. Make no mistake: Anthony knows we are over. I did it out of habit, nothing more." Mercedes glanced out the window and smiled. "Let's listen to some music." she suggested. "I don't want to be dragged down by what happened in Lima," She rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She shouted, "I'M IN FUCKING CALIFORNIA BABY, YEAH!"
Kurt leaned on his car horn in response.
Mercedes stuck her head back in the car and played with the car radio until she found a song she liked. "Ohmigod Kurt, Push It!" she squealed, turning up the volume.
"Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby…" Mercedes sang, bopping her head to the music.
"Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby…" Kurt joined in.
"Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?"
"Now push it
Push it good
P-push it real good!"
"I still die from embarrassment, whenever I think about us performing this song in front of the whole school," Mercedes chuckled, shaking her head sadly. "Rachel's hot tail humping Finn in front of his girlfriend wasn't too cool. I almost felt sorry for her when Finn let it be known he had a thing for black girls."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Mercedes, why are you lying like that? You and Rachel never liked each other."
"I said almost, Kurt. I almost felt sorry for her."
Mercedes gasped in awe as Kurt parked his car in front of a home with a breathtaking view of the city.
"Welcome home, Mercedes." he said, sliding out of the driver's side. He sprinted around the car and opened the car door for her.
"Ohmigod Kurt, this is paradise." She spied the orange tree. "May I?"
"Sure go ahead," Kurt smiled as Mercedes plucked an orange from the tree and inhaled the scent. They both looked up as the front door opened and a tall bespectacled, brunette curly-haired man with neatly trimmed facial hair wearing jeans walked toward them with a huge smile on his face.
Damn, Kurt got himself a hottie! Mercedes thought, smiling. "Hello, you must be Blaine." She greeted warmly.
"Yes I am," he replied, smiling just as warmly. "And you must be Kurt's best friend Mercedes. I have heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Same here," Mercedes studied his face. Why does he look so familiar? She continued to stare until Kurt cleared his throat. "Huh, what's that?" she mumbled, as she felt her cheeks grow warm. "I'm sorry, but Blaine do I know you from somewhere? You look awfully familiar." She snapped her fingers. "Ohmigod, I know where I know you from, do you star on that show about a group of kids in a show choir...Glee I think?"
Blaine and Kurt looked at each other and began to laugh. Mercedes shifted her doe eyes between them wondering what was so funny.
"Damn Kurt you didn't tell her?" Blaine asked.
"Tell me what?" Mercedes answered with a question. "You don't play the kid with the slicked back hair?"
"Kurt, you told me she had a sense of humor…" Blaine laughed harder. "I'm sorry Mercedes," Blaine replied, struggling to contain his laughter. "Sorry, you're half right, I am an actor but, there is no way in hell I would be seen on that god awful show." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "I do commercials, right now I'm the spokesperson for organic tofu."
"Oh yeah…" her eyes lit up upon recognition. "You know your product tastes like shit."
"I just get paid to talk about it, not eat it," he smirked. "You won't find any of that disgusting crap in our fridge." He helped Kurt with her luggage. "So, Kurt tells me that you have a voice that makes angels weep?"
"Kurt, he's a keeper." Mercedes laughed as she followed them into the house.
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After a tour of her new home, Mercedes washed up and joined her new roommates on the patio for brunch. For the next two hours, Blaine and Mercedes became better acquainted with each other. It was uncanny how much they had in common besides Kurt.
"I like to thank you guys for letting me stay," Mercedes said. She was sitting at the kitchen table watching Kurt and Blaine clean up after they refused her help. "I'm going to find a job as soon as I can and move out so you two have your privacy back."
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, then at her.
"You will do no such thing," Kurt replied. "Blaine and I had discussed this and you are going to stay with us. We have plenty of room, so there will be no talk about you moving out on your own, unless you're moving into a mansion."
"At least let me help out on the bills and food," she suggested. "I have some money saved so I can pay my share."
"Alright that's fair," Blaine agreed, smiling. "The three of us will sit down and figure out a number."
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The first couple of weeks in Los Angeles, Kurt and Blaine acted as Mercedes' tour guides to get her reacquainted with the city. Fond memories came flooding back as Kurt took her to the apartment building they use to live when they graduated from college.
"It still looks the same." Mercedes sighed happily. "Remember how we used to soak our socks in water and sit in front of the fan to keep cool?"
Kurt nodded, smiling at the memory.
Then, Kurt took her and Blaine to the restaurant where she used to work as a waitress. Mercedes was surprised, not to mention touched that the owners still remembered her. They informed her that if she was looking for a job, they will be more than happy to rehire her.
Once Mercedes was familiar with her surroundings, she decided to go out on her own and explore the city. After opening a bank account, Mercedes decided to treat herself to some new clothes. She felt frustrated after going to several of the boutiques and the shop girls looked at her like she lost her damn mind.
"I'm sorry ma'am," one super thin shop girl told her. "We do not cater to women your size." She said loudly, with a malicious smirk on her face.
Mercedes counted to ten and quickly exited the boutique before she forced the malnourished bitch to eat a Big Mac. Hollywood's fucked up views on body image was something she didn't miss and could do without. She finally found a few boutiques that catered to curvy women and brought several stylish blouses and dress pants. After finding shoes and accessories to match her outfits, she had stopped to have lunch at a sidewalk café when she noticed Sam Evans staring at her.
The larger than life size poster of Sam Evans as Grayson Stone was on the marquee at the theater across the street, pleading with her to come and spend two hours with him as he saved the world from the bad guys. Although the movie was two years old, Mercedes didn't mind watching it again. She took out her cell phone and left Kurt a text message, so he wouldn't worry.
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"I was up for a part in the upcoming Grayson Stone movie," Blaine informed Mercedes as she showed Kurt her new outfits to get his opinion.
"Really?" Mercedes squealed, looking at Blaine on a new level of awesomeness.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I had gotten as far as the second call back, but the part went to another actor who was screwing the director's son."
"Sorry to hear that." Mercedes pouted, feeling bad for him. "Perhaps, next time?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Okay bestie what's the verdict?"
"You never lost your sense of style," he replied. "But next time let me go with you okay?"
"Alright guys, I need to find a responsible priced studio," Mercedes informed her roommates. "It's time for me to get back into the studio to make a new demo tape."
"I know someone who can help you with that." Kurt replied, with a knowing smile.
"Who?" she asked anxiously. "Is this person legit?"
"Artie Abrams."
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Sam took a break from learning his lines to relax his brain. True to his words, he didn't allow himself to be distracted unless to hear from his family or best friend. Lola had been blowing up his phone nonstop, leaving messages declaring her love for him. Several times, when he did venture outside of his home to get something to eat, he came back to find flowers and letters from her. Fuck, he was afraid that maybe he had a stalker bitch on his hands.
"Get a restraining order on the crazy bitch," Puck suggested when he came to check on Sam. "It's better to be safe than sorry."
"But the publicity," Sam argued. "I don't need any more negative press right now."
"Fuck that," Puck said. "If Lola is as crazy as you think she is, it doesn't matter. Are you gonna make the call, or shall I?"
Sam sighed deeply and rubbed his hands on his jean clad thighs. "Let me think about," he said.
"But Sam…"
"I really don't think Lola is crazy," he interjected. "I hurt her feelings and now she is angry."
"If you don't want to call the police, let me hire a body guard."
Sam frowned, "Do you think that is necessary?" He really didn't like the idea. He had always prided himself on being able to walk around without being surrounded by security.
"Yes I do," he said, taking out his phone. "I do not want to come here and discover you have been stabbed or shot multiple times by a jilted lover."
"Alright," he caved in. "Do it."
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Artie's face lit up as Mercedes walked into his office. He was very surprised to get her call about wanting his help to cut a demo.
"Damn girl, how long has it been?" he asked, appreciating the view in front of him. "Four years since we'd seen each other last?"
"Yeah, something like that." Mercedes laughed, tucking her hair behind her ears. She looked at his posh office, impressed at how far he had come in four short years.
"Mmmm, mmmm mmmm, you're still looking fine," he replied, showing her his pearly thirty-twos. He wheeled himself from behind his desk. Mercedes stepped forward and gave her old friend a warm hug. "It is so great to see you again, Mercedes."
"Same here Artie," she said, giving him another squeeze. Artie gestured for her to sit in one of the overstuffed leather chairs.
"Are you in California to stay or are you just visiting?"
"Staying, I'm here to go after my dreams."
"Alright," he said. "And you came to the right person that can help you make that dream come true."
"I hope so Artie."
"So what is your schedule like?" he asked, "We have to get you in the studio, ASAP."
"Is this afternoon too soon?"
Artie laughed. "I like your enthu…" the door to his office opened, a beautiful Asian female poked her head inside. "I'm sorry to interrupt Artie, but Wilson Hubbard is on the phone," she said excitedly.
Artie eyes lit up at the mention of Wilson's name. "Excuse me Mercedes, but I have to take this call." He rolled himself to his desk. "Put him through, Tina."
The conversation didn't last more than fifteen minutes, but what ever Wilson Hubbard said made Artie a very happy man.
"Tina!" he shouted, once he got off the phone. "Tina!"
Tina rushed into his office. "Yes, Artie?"
"Call Blaine Anderson and tell him to get his cute ass down here."
"Right away!" she said, excitedly.
"Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners? Tina let me introduce to you the best singer this side of heaven, Mercedes Jones. Mercedes, meet my right arm, Tina Cohen-Chang." Two women greeted each other warmly. "Now can you please call Blaine for me?"
"Right away."
"You know Blaine Anderson?" Mercedes asked, incredulously. She was finally connecting the dots.
"Yeah, I manage him…how do you know…?"
"Kurt." They said in unison.
"So would you have a problem with that?" Artie asked, turning serious. "I really want to manage you, but if you feel that it will be a conflict of interest…"
"Artie, seriously, I see no problem with it."
"Alright," he cheered. "The first thing we have to do is write you up a contract and I highly recommend that you get yourself an attorney to go over it with a fine tooth comb before you put your pretty signature on the dotted line."
"I trust you, Artie."
"Thank you, but I still want you to do this for your peace of mind."
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Mercedes was reeling from the good news. She couldn't believe how fast everything was going! She left Artie's office before Blaine showed up. She texted her mama her good news, and after much debate she sent a text to Anthony. A few seconds later she received a text from him.
Wow, everything is falling in place! I guess going to California was a great move after all!
Mercedes nodded in agreement and smiled.
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Sam shook his head in pity when Puck informed him that one of the actors from his upcoming movie had been replaced. It seemed the actor and the director's son got caught in a compromising position involving several underage male prostitutes at a private party.
"It turned out the underage prostitutes were cops." Puck chuckled.
"So who replace him?" Sam asked.
"An actor name Blaine Anderson. He's the guy that does those organic tofu commercials." Puck replied. "You'll get a chance to meet him at Woodson Hubbard's big bash."
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Blaine popped the cork and filled the three flutes with champagne. The trio was celebrating his good fortune.
"Congratulations Blaine!" Mercedes cheered, "I can't believe you got the part!"
Kurt kissed his boyfriend passionately on the lips. "I'm so proud of you baby," He said. "You got your first big break!"
Blaine's smile was so huge, his face ached. "Thank you, baby."
Mercedes took a sip of champagne and sighed happily. "Wow, you're going to be on first name bases with that rude motherfucker Sam Evans," she said. "How fucking lucky can you get?"
"You still have a lady hardon for him?" Kurt asked, teasingly.
Mercedes giggled. "What hot blooded woman doesn't?" she responded. "He makes my ladies parts tingle."
"Maybe I can arrange for you to meet him," Blaine said, "I have heard that he's really great to his fans."
"Oh that would be great!" Mercedes gushed. "If that happens, I would probably wet myself and I sure as hell am not talking about urinating."
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In between spending several hours a day in the studio Mercedes, along with Kurt, helped Blaine study his lines. Mercedes still couldn't believe how well things were going for her – so far. When Blaine announced that she was invited to accompany him and Kurt to Woodson Hubbard's big bash at the director's mansion in Beverly Hills, she knew at any moment things were going to turn sour for her. There was no fucking way she could possibly live after seeing Sam Evans up close and personal.
"Artie said Woodson's party is a 60's theme party," Blaine informed them. "I'm going as a flower child."
"No," Kurt replied. "Jim Morrison, of the Doors." He pulled up a picture of the sexy deceased singer on the net and showed it to his boyfriend. "See how sexy he is…just like you."
Mercedes nodded in agreement. "You can pull it off Blaine. I definitely believe you can rock a pair of leather pants," she grinned. "Kurt might have to superglue himself to you to keep the guys and girls away from you."
"And what about you missy?" Kurt asked, smirking. "The Tennessee Charmer is going to take one look at you in that Dashiki mini dress and lose his fucking mind."
Mercedes shook her head. "Nah, I'm not his type," she replied. "I'm not a basic bitch."
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Lola greeted Sam with a warm peck on the lips when he came to pick her up for Woodson Hubbard's party. He pushed away from her embrace when she tried to deepen the kiss.
"No," he said, much to her disappointment. "We will not be fucking tonight," he said, giving her the heads up. "Once Woodson's party is over, I'm dropping you off here and I'm going home, solo."
"You say that now…"
"I won't be changing my mind," he assured her.
"Then why in the hell show up with me as your date at all?" Lola whined. After all the things she had done to get Sam's attention, she thought she had finally wore him down, especially when he called her out of the blue and asked her to be his date for Woodson's party.
"You make good arm candy," he replied, not caring if his words hurt her or not. "Ready?"
Lola swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.
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Mercedes tried not to stare as the limousine Artie had ordered came to a stop in front of the biggest house she had ever seen. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly as she took several deep breaths to calm her nerves. Kurt, who looked stylish in a Nehru jacket and John Lennon's glasses placed a warm hand over her cold ones and smiled at her.
"There's no need to be nervous, Cedes." He said. "You belong here as much as anyone."
Blaine nodded in agreement. "They fart and shit just like the rest of us."
Mercedes giggled. "Blaine you have a way with words. Please stay humble when you win your Oscar. I don't want to have to kick your ass if you hurt my bestie."
Blaine slipped his hand in Kurt's and squeezed it. "You don't have to worry about that," he said smiling adoringly at Kurt. "Your bestie is the love of my life." As he leaned in to kiss Kurt, Artie's ringtone interrupted him. "Sorry, I have to take this." Blaine fished his cell phone out of his skin tight leather pants. "Hey Artie…"
"Blaine," Artie greeted his tone anxious. "Is Mercedes with you?"
"Yeah, she's sitting across from me, why?"
Mercedes raised her eyebrow at the mention of her name.
"Thank God, let me speak to her."
Blaine handed his phone to Mercedes. "Artie wants to speak to you."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Hey Artie what's up?"
"Mercedes, my gorgeous angel, I have been blowing up your phone for nearly thirty minutes. Anyway, how would you like to earn a little pocket change? I have a gig for you if you're interested."
"Uh…okay?"
"Great, I told Mike you would do it." he laughed. "And the fact that you're already there…"
"Wait, wait a minute Artie, you want me to perform tonight at Woodson Hubbard's party?!" she exclaimed.
"Yep, Mike, Tina's fiancé, has a band. They are performing there tonight and unfortunately, their female lead called in sick. I told him all about you and voila! This is great exposure for you too sugar, so…"
"Alright," Mercedes laughed. "How will I find him?"
"Don't worry Mercedes, he will find you. I told him to look for the woman with the banging curves."
"Damn Artie, I love you." She laughed, she handed Blaine his phone, her doe eyes shining brightly. "Guess who's singing tonight?"
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Puck nearly choked on his drink when he spotted Sam with Lola. He excused himself from the female he was chatting up and went to greet them.
"Hey Sam, Lola," he greeted. "What do you think?"
Sam looked around the crowded room and shrugged his shoulders. "Looks like another Hollywood theme party to me." he replied. "Where's your date?"
"Since when do you know me to bring a chick to one of these things?" he laughed. "There's a lot of fresh pussy here, so why should I bring a date?" He glanced at Lola. "Oops."
Lola rolled her ice blue eyes. She hated Puck with a passion, and the feeling was mutual. "I'm going to get a drink," she announced. "Do you want me to bring you something to drink?"
"No, I'm good." Sam assured her.
"Suit yourself." She walked away with a huff.
"Sam, why in the hell did you bring the psycho?" Puck asked. "I thought she was on your stalker's alert list."
"Arm candy," he replied, nonchalantly.
"Couldn't you find someone else?"
"Look Puck, I don't want to spend the time arguing with you," Sam replied firmly. "Let's play nice to these assholes so I can get the hell out of here."
"Man, when was the last time you had a good fuck? Sounds to me you need to get your dick wet." Puck observed. "Lucky for you there's a room full of fresh pussy. You might get lucky and find your muse tonight."
"You're a fucking genius, Puck." The idea appealed to Sam, "I haven't thought about that."
Puck clapped him on the back. "Go shopping my friend," he urged him. "The gourmet pussy shop is open for business."
"What about Lola? You know she is like a fucking bloodhound."
"Don't worry about Lola. I'll make sure she is kept busy."
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Mike Chang couldn't thank Mercedes enough for helping his band out of a bind.
"Thanks for saving our asses," Mike told her for the umpteenth time. "If it wasn't for you stepping in at the last minute we would have to cancel and lose out on the money we were being paid."
"It's no problem," she said, for the umpteenth time. "It's a good thing I know all the songs and I'm having so much fun."
Tina sprinted toward her fiancé and wrapped her arms around him. "Didn't I tell you Mercedes' voice was amazing?" she squealed.
"Yes you did," Mike agreed, giving Tina a kiss on the cheek.
Tina turned her head towards Mercedes and smiled brightly. "Do you wanna hangout sometime and do girl stuff?"
"That'll be great." Mercedes said. "I can use a female friend."
"Well, now you got one."
Kurt came up to Mercedes and took her hands in his. The two best friends jumped up and down, squealing like children.
"Mercedes, I am so proud of you," he said, kissing her on the cheeks. "You're killing it!"
"I am, aren't I?" she laughed.
"And you are totally rocking the mini dress and boots," he said with a knowing smirk. "I see the way these men are gawking at you. It's as if you're the last sip of ice water in the Sahara Desert," And if to prove his point, a sexy as fuck male underwear model sidled up next to her leaned over and whispered in her ear:
"Can I lick you?" He took her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss the tip of each finger softly. "Call me," he slipped her his number and left just as quietly as he came.
"As I was saying?" he smirked.
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"Okay, where is he?" Lola hissed, interrupting Puck's conversation with a female he was trying to talk out of her panties.
He ignored her.
"Don't you fucking ignore me," she yanked him by the ear.
"Shit Lola," he said, rubbing his ear. "If you're talking about my boy, I'm sure he's making nice with the director."
She stared at him a few moments, wondering if he was telling the truth. "I don't believe you," she finally said.
"Too fucking bad," he said, not even masking his annoyance. "If you don't believe me, why don't you go and see for yourself?"
"I think I will."
"Bye." He rolled his eyes and turned back to his girl of the hour. "I'm sorry baby," he said, pouting. "Now where were we, before the crazy lady interrupted us?"
XXXX
Sam tucked the memorized woman's hair behind her ears and hooked his finger underneath her chin and tilted her head until he was staring into her gray eyes. His trademark grin slowly spread on his plush lips.
"What would you say if I told you that I want to fuck you?" he asked, seductively, licking his lips. "Right now, in front of all these people?"
The star struck woman gasped. She couldn't believe Sam Evans was propositioning her! "I don't know," she giggled. "Um…uh…ohmigod…"
"You can say yes and go the bathroom, get rid of your panties and come back here where I will be waiting for you," he growled.
"Uh…okay," she giggled, nervously. "And you promise you're going to be here when I get back?"
Sam crossed his heart. "I promise," he vowed. The blushing woman let her gray eyes linger down his body, stopping at his noticeable erection.
"Five minutes," She mouthed.
Sam blew her a kiss and bit his bottom lip. That was too fucking easy. He thought.
"We have our first request of the night," Mike announced to his band mates. "Mercedes do you know "Tell Me Something Good", by Rufus featuring Chaka Khan?"
Sam was waiting for his new fuck mate to return when he heard the searing rifts of the bass guitar, then he heard the powerful voice that had his hair standing on end.
"You ain't got no kind of feeling inside…" Mercedes belted out.
Sam felt his feet walking in the direction of that voice.
"I got something that will sure 'nuff set your stuff on fire…"
The star stuck woman returned from the bathroom panty less and disappointed; Sam wasn't there.
"You refuse to put anything before your pride…"
Sam pushed his way through the crowd until he found himself standing in front of Mercedes – entranced.
"I got something that will knock all your pride aside…"
Mike winked at her as he made his guitar talk.
"Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you love me…"
He swallowed hard. His green eyes concentrated on the way she seductively ground her hips against the lead guitarist.
"Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you like it, yeah…"
Kurt's blue eyes almost fell out his head when he realized he was standing next to Sam Evans! He tried to get Mercedes' attention, but she was lost in the music.
"Got no time is what you're known to say…"
"Ain't no fucking way," he said, wondering why her ample breasts haven't spilled out of the plunging v-neckline of her Dashiki mini dress.
"I'll make you wish there were 48 hours to each day…"
Kurt pulled his lips into his mouth and cupped his hands over them as he watched Sam watch Mercedes dropping it like it's hot and twerking that bountiful ass of hers.
"Problem is you ain't been loved like you should
What I got to give will sure 'nuff do you good…"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Several men shouted, eying her greedily. "Give it to me baby!"
Oh fuck, Mercedes is starting a sex riot! Kurt said, anxiously.
"Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you love me…"
Sam ran his fingers through his blond locks, his dick twitched in his tight pants. Who is she? He asked himself. I got to find out her name!
Mercedes looked out in the crowd, her heart tap danced in her chest. Sam Evans' green eyes were watching every move she made. She quickly shifted her eyes to Kurt. He jerked his head towards Sam and gave her two thumbs up.
"Tell me something good (tell me, tell me, tell me)
Tell me that you like it, yeah…"
"Mike, I need to take a break," Mercedes said quickly, handing over the mic.
"Sure," he agreed. "Take forty-five, everybody."
Mercedes ran to the nearest bathroom and leaned against the door and took a deep breath until her heartbeat slowed down. Ohmigod, Sam Evans. Sam Fucking Evans was standing only mere inches away from her! She checked her appearance in the full length mirror before washing her hands. She took a deep breath, unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out.
She yelped when a pair of hands grabbed her by the arms and pulled her into a dark corner.
"Mercedes, it's me." Kurt spoke up.
"Dammit Kurt, are you trying to kill me?" she hissed, relieved it was Kurt.
"No, but there is a certain green eyed man who is asking for your name," he purred.
"Stop lying Kurt," she said. "There is no way Sam Evans is interested in me. I told you I am not his type."
"Honey I think you just converted him to thick and juicy."
"Whatever," she scoffed rolling her eyes. "Where's Blaine?"
"Networking," he tucked her hand under his arm. "Hungry?"
"Absolutely." He guided her towards the buffet table.
Sam stood rooted to the spot for a few minutes, hoping the angel with the powerhouse voice would return. When it seems like she was unlikely to show up, he walked towards the band, hoping to learn her name. He was cut off by Lola.
"What?" he asked annoyed.
"I'm ready to leave," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I thought you were having a great time," he said, looking past her, hoping to catch a glimpse of the angel.
"Well I'm not," she hissed. "You have been ignoring…"
He spotted her at the buffet table. "Hold that thought until I get back." He took a deep breath and made a beeline to the angel.
Mercedes glanced at the variety of salads. She didn't know she was being watched until she heard Sam spoke up.
"You should try the house specialty," he suggested, smiling sweetly at her.
Mercedes smiled shyly and remained silent.
"It's really good, try it." Sam dipped a cherry tomato into the dressing and gently pressed it against her plump lips. "Go on try it. I promise it's gonna taste real good." he urged, his voice an octave lower.
Sam bit his bottom lip as Mercedes open her mouth, granting him permission to place the tomato on her tongue. Electric bolts shot through his body as she closed her lips around his fingers. Sam slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth and watched as she chewed the tomato. He placed his fingers in his mouth, licking off the excess salad dressing as he focused on her lips.
"Mmmm," he moaned, smacking his lips. "Good huh?"
"I had better." Mercedes replied, licking her lips.
"I bet you have," Sam smirked. "So I heard you sing, you have an amazing voice."
"Thank you."
"So what's your name again?"
"I never gave it to you."
"That's true, so what is your name?"
"I don't think that would be wise."
"Why not?" He liked this angel more by the minute.
"I'm not going to be that girl."
"Huh?"
"You have a girlfriend."
Sam glanced at Lola. She was fit to be tied.
"So you're gonna leave me hanging like that?"
"I'm afraid so,"
"Even after we shared a sexy moment over salad dressing?" he smiled.
"It was just a one time thing."
Sam chuckled. "I better be getting back, I'll be seeing you." He winked at her and strutted back to Lola.
Mercedes released the breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Come on Lola, let's get you home," Sam said.
XXXX
The drive back to Lola's house was filled with tension. Sam felt her eyes on him several times. If looks could kill he would have been a dead man.
"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he finally asked.
"You embarrassed the hell out of me by flirting with that fat woman," she said accusingly. "I couldn't look my friends in the eyes, knowing you were making a fool out of me."
"What friends are you talking about Lola?" he asked. "No one at that party gives two fucks about you. To them you're a wannabe-wannabe famous. And who I flirt with is none of your fucking business. We're not together."
"But I was your date!"
"Which I now come to believe was a big fucking mistake!" He brought the car to a halt in her driveway. "I will not be calling you again," he informed her. "So have a nice fucking life."
Lola yelled as she quickly got out the car and slammed the door behind her. "Fuck you, Sam Evans!"
He waited until she was safely in the house before backing out and driving away. He took out his cell phone and called Puck.
"Yeah man?" Puck greeted.
"Quick question, is the band still there?" Sam asked.
"I don't think so."
Fuck! Sam slammed his hands down on his steering wheel.
"Why are you interested in the band, you want to book them?"
"No, but I might have to if I want to see her again."
"Huh? See who?"
"I found her Puck." Sam confessed. "I found my muse."
tbc...
A/N: Sam is such a dick...Thank you for reading!