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"So then we're flying out to California to open for Adele on the 31st," Santana marked on Mercedes' calendar that was really just a fancy whiteboard stuck to her wall.
"Damn," Mercedes breathed as she stared at her plans for next month. "This is insane." She looked at Quinn who was sitting with her legs crossed on the bed and staring intensely at the calendar.
"I have work on some of your concerts but I think I should be able to make it to most of them," Quinn noted.
"You are literally the best," Mercedes smiled. "But I don't want to put you don't have to do that for me."
"Puh-lease," her friend chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Mercedes, I hear you sing literally everyday. I'm going for Adele."
"Okay," Mercedes teased. " Sure."
"Alright," Quinn sighed. "You caught me but can you blame me?" she laughed as she hugged her best friend. "Your dreams are coming true and I want to be there for that."
"No, I can't," Mercedes smiled and hugged her back. "Especially when it's your fault my dreams are coming true in the first place."
"I simply sent in the application," the blond reminded her. "You did all that singing/talenty stuff."
"Well, mark the days when you can come out on the calendar so I can put you on the VIP list. You can even sleep over in my hotel room," Mercedes insisted.
"Um, yeah," Quinn said a little hesitantly. "About that."
"What?" Mercedes questioned.
"You know Sam's flying out for some of these concerts too."
"Yea."
"I don't want to be all third wheely with you guys," Quinn said. "I think I'm going to get my own room."
"Oh," Mercedes realized. "I hadn't even thought of that."
"Well, you're welcome."
"At least let me help pay for your own room," Mercedes demanded. She couldn't let her friend pay for all the flights and hotel rooms she was going to need over the next couple of months.
"Well," Quinn smiled slyly. "If you insist."
"I do."
"Anything to make you happy," the blond laughed. "Hey, how are you getting off work for all this or did you quit?"
"I haven't missed a day of work in years," Mercedes explained. "So they gave me a month off."
"Really?" asked Quinn. "They must really love you over there."
"Yes and I love them," the diva insisted. "So I'm not quitting until I absolutely have to."
"You're really weird," her friend claimed. "Do you know that?"
"So I've been told," Mercedes laughed. She got up to stand closer to the calendar on her wall to make sure all the dates were correct. They were going to be in over ten different cities in a month. It really was going to be insane.
"Do you guys hear that?" Quinn asked looking at room's door and then the ceiling.
"Hear what?" Santana replied, trying to see what the blonde was looking at. Mercedes didn't hear anything either.
"Just," she said as she put her fingers to her lips to signal that they should be silent. Sure enough all three girls heard three distinct knocks and they nodded.
"Yea," Mercedes agreed. "Someone's at the door."
"I'll get it," Quinn offered as she rose from the bed. "Besides I wanted some Oreos anyway." When she left, Santana and Mercedes kept chatting about the upcoming concerts.
"I think that we should meet up before to-" Santana attempted but was interrupted by a high-pitched squeal.
"Guys!" Quinn screamed from outside the room. "You guys need to see this!" Santana and Mercedes looked at each other for a second before bolting for the door. Quickly dodging the sofa and coffee table, they made it to the entryway to see Quinn standing with her back to a closed front door while grinning like she had just won the lottery.
"What?" Santana and Mercedes asked in unison. The blonde woman moved out the way and gestured that Mercedes open the front door.
"Is this some kind of trick?" the diva demanded.
"Nope," Quinn promised shaking her head; she hadn't stopped smiling. Mercedes was still suspicious but decided to open the door. On the other side, there was a white fabric that looked like a wedding dress' train led away from the apartment, it was sprinkled with red rose petals.
"What is this?" Mercedes gasped.
"I'm not exactly sure," Quinn admitted. "But something tells me that it's for you." Santana examined the train to find a red cut out heart among the rose petals. It simply had 'Go to the elevator' written out in cursive.
"I think you're supposed to follow it," Santana claimed, handing Mercedes the heart.
"Alright," she nodded, still not completely understanding what was going on. The three girls left the apartment and Quinn closed the door behind them. They followed the white train and sure enough it ended right in front of the elevator doors. Santana immediately pushed the button and the other two girls waited. While they waited, Mercedes looked over the cut out heart.
"Who do you think-"
"Sam," Quinn answered immediately. Mercedes looked at her friend.
"How do you what I was going to ask?"
"Because I do," she explained.
"How do you know that this isn't a surprise Puck planned for you?" Mercedes demanded. Before Quinn could answer, the elevator let out a quick 'ding' as the door slide open. Inside Puck was standing in a tuxedo with a bouquet of roses.
"My ears are burning," he grinned. "Were you women talking about me?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow at him before turning to her friend smugly.
"I told you," she claimed. "This is for you," she added, gesturing to the train and the elevator.
"I'm afraid you're wrong about that one," Puck explained. Now Mercedes was really confused.
"But-"
"These," Puck said while handing Quinn the bouquet of roses. "Are for Quinn. The whole elevator/train/roof thing is all courtesy of Sam."
"Roof?" asked Mercedes. Puck gestured to inside the elevator. "Come on, we're already running late." As Mercedes walked into the elevator, Santana just stood there with an incredulous look on her face.
"Is this even real?" she asked. "Why kind of guy goes through all this?"
"You haven't met Sam," Puck smiled. "Soon you won't even notice." Before the doors closed, Puck grinned at Quinn. "I'll be back down in a few minutes. We should do something. Like go somewhere where I can wear this tuxedo because you've got to admit, I'm totally rocking it." Quinn tried to hide her laugh by smelling the roses but Puck could see her eyes light up before the doors closed.
"What is going on?" asked Mercedes as the elevator moved up. Puck's smile dropped from his face.
"Wait," he demanded. "You don't know?"
"Know what?" she asked. Puck's eyes were now the size of quarters and she was starting to get nervous. "What's happening?"
"Oh no," he paced in the small space available in the elevator. "This isn't good."
"What?" she asked again.
"You," he said slowly when he stopped pacing. "Need. To. Calm. Down."
"What?"
"Just relax," he said, the smile returning back to his face.
"Why did you freak out like that?"
"It was funny?" he offered. "I've always wanted to try my hand at acting and though 'there's no time like the present!'"
"Are you crazy?" Mercedes asked genuinely.
"Nope," Puck insisted. "Sam's had me tested."
"Smart man," she smiled. They finally reached the roof and the doors opened to a beautiful star-studded sky.
"Wow," breathed Puck. "This is actually pretty sweet," he admitted as he looked around. Mercedes looked down from the sky to see a single table draped in a white table cloth with a single chair. On the table was another bouquet of roses and an intricate three-piece candle.
"Wow for real," she agreed.
"Well," Puck continued. "Go sit down," he gestured to the chair. Mercedes nodded and moved towards the chair. By the time she had sat down, the elevator doors had closed and Puck was gone. But she didn't have enough time to wonder about that because soon someone walked up from behind one of the walls on the roof to a couple of feet in front of her table. Mercedes gasped a little as she took in Sam. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, with a white undershirt and handkerchief. His hair was combed back and he was holding a microphone.
"I'd like to dedicate this song to a very special lady in the audience tonight," he smiled before winking at Mercedes. "She knows who she is." Before she even had time to laugh, music started to play but Mercedes couldn't really tell where it was coming from. After a few seconds, she started to recognize the song but she wasn't ready for when Sam started to sing.
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
Mercedes was shocked. She had never heard Sam sing before and she absolutely loved it. Sam definitely had something special, when he sang, his voice felt like a blanket that wrapped around her. She felt like she could listen to it forever and just get lost in the mesmerizing sound.
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
"That was amazing," Mercedes clapped as she stood up. "I did not know you could sing like that."
"I think there's still a lot of things we have to find out about each other," Sam grinned. He walked over to her and pulled her in for a hug. "You know we still haven't gone on that first date," he said softly as he rested his head on top of hers. Mercedes thought about it for a moment before pulling away slightly.
"Really?" she thought aloud. She cocked her head to the left as she mentally went over it again. "Huh, you're right," she smiled, looking up at him. "We should change that."
"It's like you know what I'm thinking," Sam grinned.
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"This place is really nice," Mercedes commented as the maitre d seated them.
"Only the best for the best," smiled Sam. As she placed the napkin on her lap, Mercedes raised an eyebrow at her date.
"Smooth," she joked and the blond blushed slightly.
"Hey, you agreed to go out with me," he teased. "Jokes and all."
"And I'd do it again in a heartbeat," she claimed proudly. "But I do have a question."
"Shoot," Sam said.
"You did all that roof stuff to ask me out again even though I already agreed to go on a date with you?"
"Yep," he agreed.
"Why?"
"Well you were getting ready for your whole traveling with Adele trip and I didn't want you to forget me," he confessed.
"Forget you?" she asked, surprised and he nodded. "There is literally no possible way I could forget about you Sam Evans," Mercedes admitted. Before Sam could respond, the waiter showed up to take their orders but Sam explained that they would need another minute.
"Alright," he continued when the waiter had disappeared. "What are you hungry for?"
"I don't know," Mercedes admitted. "But that maybe because I don't know what they serve here," she joked as she opened her menu for the first time. Sam watched as her eyes darted back and forth over the page while she examined all her options. The blond couldn't figure out why he was interested in simply watching this woman, everything she did fascinated him. The way she pushed her hair out of her face, the way she mouthed the name of some the dishes, the way she bit her lip when she turned a page, the way she chuckled when-wait.
"Why are you laughing?" Sam asked. Mercedes was full on giggling now and it was worrying him a bit.
"What?" she replied, a little distracted.
"You're laughing," he said again. "What's so funny?"
"Oh," she realized. "I was just thinking about when I worked in a restaurant a couple of years ago."
"You worked in a restaurant?" Sam asked. "Doing what?"
"I was a waitress," she explained and that made Sam laugh.
"What?" she asked.
"I worked in a restaurant once too," he explained. "It was nowhere near as fancy as this one," he pointed out, looking around. "But it was fun."
"Yea," she agreed. "And some of the customers were just ridiculous. One time this man ordered a Caesar salad and when we served it to him, he said he didn't like lettuce."
"Wait, what?"
"Yep, he wanted us to take out the lettuce," she explained.
"So he just wanted the chicken, croutons and salad dressing?"
"Nope," she continued. "He thought croutons were just stale bread and that the dressing 'tasted funny'."
"So," Sam said. "He just wanted the chicken?"
"Yep," she nodded.
"Did you guys not serve chicken?"
"We did."
"So…"
"I don't know," she finished, shaking her head. "It still confuses me, but you must have some customer stories too, right?"
"Yea, well I-" he began before a familiar voice filled the restaurant.
"Samuel! Is that you?" the woman yelled. Immediately Sam's back straightened as goosebumps shot up across his arms. She's here, he panicked. I thought she was still in Hawaii. He tried to ignore it but Mercedes was already looking over his shoulder.
"I think someone's calling you," she smiled at him. Poor Mercedes, he thought. She doesn't understand. I've got to get us out of here. He quickly searched his pockets but couldn't find what he was looking for. Dammit, he realized. I left Puck's escape plan at home. If I make it out of this alive, I'm going to have tattooed to my arm.
"Sam?" Mercedes called again.
"What?" he asked, distracted and she nodded to the area behind him.
"Someone's coming over here," she explained. "I think she wants to talk to you." Where's Puck? reflected Sam. I should totally bring him on more of my dates. He'd know what to do...
"Samuel!" the woman repeated sternly when she finally arrived at the table. "I know you heard me." The blond kept looking forward blankly, still in the midst of coming up with an escape plan.
"Um," Mercedes chuckled. She didn't understand what was going on with Sam but she could tell that this woman was making him act weirdly. "I think he's just...um...well, I'm not sure what he's doing but I'm Mercedes Jones," she explained, standing up and offering the woman her hand. "And you are?"
"Rachel Berry," the woman claimed proudly, shaking Mercedes' hand.
"Wait, like the Rachel Berry," Mercedes' realized. "The Broadway star?"
"Ah," Rachel grinned becoming increasingly interested. "Are you a fan?"
"Yes," she nodded rapidly. "I haven't really seen your shows but I've heard you sing. Your voice is magic." The two continued to talk about Rachel's career for a couple more minutes while Sam stayed glued to his seat. This can't be happening!
"So now I'm transferring from the Broadway stage to the big screen," Rachel continued. "I think it'll really be a great thing for my career."
"That's really cool," Mercedes agreed.
"Yes," the Broadway star nodded. Rachel's eyes returned to Sam as she remembered the reason she came over there in the first place. "How do you know Samuel?" she questioned.
"Oh, we're-" Mercedes began.
"We're on a date," Sam finished, finally returning to planet earth and shooting up out of seat.
"A date?" Rachel asked accusingly.
"Yea," the blond repeated. "So if you would please, um, go away?"
"Sam!" Mercedes said. "That's rude." She looked at him for a moment, a little disappointed before turning back to Rachel. "How do you know Sam?" she asked sweetly. The brunette glanced between Mercedes and Sam before straightening out her coat and replying coolly.
"I'm his wife."
A/N: Song credits - "All of Me" by John Legend - which I REALLY wanted Sam to sing to Mercedes in the show but at least we can dream...Thanks for reading! :)