AN: Okay here's a requested Jesse/Mercedes drabble for IMAREADERNOTAWRITER. I hope that you enjoy it, its a bit on the long side but I had fun writing it. Leave a review and don't forget to send in requests for any drabble Glee couple you'd like to see. I'm taking requests and I will have them up hopefully the day after you send them in, it depends really. Don't worry blueberry24, your requests are up next! Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.
Mercedes fumbled with her keys as she strode purposely to her apartment door. She tried to block out the eerie feeling that the hallways gave her, the flickering lights all around cast haunting shadows in the corners of the halls that intersected her own. She hated this apartment. Everything about it gave her the creeps. From the creepy doorman who always seemed to have his beady eyes focused on her breasts to the seventy year old male prostitute who prowled the hallways in a lime colored g-string and a pair of blue stiletto heels.
She'd been saving up money to get herself out of this hell hole for months now and every time she got ahead on her rent, there'd always be something that screwed up her bank account. At this rate, Mercedes would've considered herself lucky if she got out of the slums of New York before she turned fifty. Mercedes shook her head. No, somehow, someway she'd find a way to get out of here. She slipped her key into the lock and turned it sideways, letting herself into her apartment. She made sure to lock the door and bolt the extra locks that her best friend Finn had installed for her last year. He knew all about her issues here, hell most of the old Glee gang did. Sam and Quinn even invited her to stay in their nice little cottage upstate but she was far too stubborn for that. If anything, she didn't want to feel like a burden on any of her friends, even if they were just being kind.
With a sigh, Mercedes kicked off her black pumps and set them beside her leather couch. She plopped down tiredly and pressed the remote. The TV flickered to life for a moment before completely dying. "Shit" Mercedes mumbled as the power went off. The stupid building manager hadn't paid the bills yet again. Great.
Slowly, Mercedes maneuvered herself in the darkness of her apartment to retrieve her purse. She grabbed her cell phone and stepped out into the hallway. Luckily Jesse only lived about four stories up. He had the luxury of owning an apartment in the newer installments to the building and the floor manager up there never forgot to pay the bills, hell, the hallways weren't crowded with prostitutes either which was a plus in Mercedes book.
She traced the wall with her hands to keep track of the stairs and she could hear people from behind their doors cursing and yelling about the power outage. Doors began to creep open and people began to make their way to the exit door, leaving their apartments unattended and making every pick pocket who lived in the hallways dreams come true.
Mercedes turned the hall opposite of the crowd of people and began to ascend the steps. She cleared the second and third with no problem. She had to take the back hall in order to get to the top floor because the seventy year old prostitute used the main hall for his "business transactions".
Just as she turned the corner she bumped into a very large, very firm chest. "Oops" she rubbed her shoulder and a steadying hand came to rest on her opposite shoulder. "Mercedes?" Jesses' voice came in her ear.
"Jess?" she responded.
"Oh thank goodness I was about to come downstairs and get you" he led her down the hall and she blinked against the light that pooled into the hall. "I heard about the power outage and I was getting worried about you. People are leaving the building" Jesse stated bringing his hand to the small of her back and guiding her into his extra large living room area.
"Yeah well I didn't have time to search for my shoes so I just came up barefoot. I knew that Kula the Rula wouldn't want people interfering with his trick business in the front hall so I had to take the back" Mercedes plopped herself down onto his large warm fluffy couch. Samba, Jesses' large golden retriever scampered down the hall and landed with a flying leap onto the couch beside her.
"Hey there boy!" she rubbed the dog affectionately between his ears, "Did you miss me huh?"
The dog licked at her fingers, his large pink tongue darting out every now and again, fluffy tail beating the couch excitedly.
"You hungry?" Jesse called as he walked down the hall towards the kitchen. "Nah but I'll take a lemonade please!" Mercedes kissed the dog on the nose as he sat up and resumed smelling her face with interest. Jesses' apartment was roughly twenty sizes bigger than hers. He had four bedrooms as opposed to her one bedroom. His place included a terrace with a hot tub and four bathrooms, one for each room.
She could hear Jesse clanging around with the contents of his cabinets and she settled comfortably in the plush of the couch cushions, taking the remote and flicking on their favorite show.
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The smells of warm food came from the kitchen halfway through the first episode of Mercedes' show and Jesse emerged shortly afterward, carrying a tray of grilled cheese sandwiches and hot cocoa. Mercedes hadn't even felt the cold ever since she stepped into the warmth of his apartment, she wasn't sure if she needed cocoa to keep her warm anymore.
"Here we are Miss Jones, grilled cheese sandwiches -your favorite- and some cocoa to warm you up" Jesse sat down and Samba got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, the clicking of his paws fading away as he disappeared out of sight.
"Thank you my good man" Mercedes smiled and brought her feet up to her chest. She picked up her grilled sandwich and took a bite. For a moment she hadn't realized how hungry she was but when her stomach growled she wolfed the rest of the food down and sighed. Out of the corner of her eye she observed the muscular man sitting on the couch beside her. He had grown since high school, if that's even possible. His body was long and built and ever since Mercedes reunited in friendship with him four years ago, she found herself becoming turned on simply by his presence.
His curly hair was no longer over gelled, but fluffed out nicely, in a way that made Mercedes want to tangle her hands in it. To top it all off he wasn't with Rachel anymore, which was a total plus. Mercedes was about to open her mouth to say something when Jesse spoke up.
"How's the restaurant business treating you?" she turned to smile at Jesse and he smirked. She loved those glossy brown eyes of his, they reminded her of the hot cocoa she just drank. Jesse leaned forward and brushed her lip with his finger, leaving a warm trail in his wake.
"You had grilled cheese on your lip" he smiled and shook his head, "but anyway everything's alright with the restaurant. I might have to bring in new employees for some open slots soon but otherwise it's all good...How's that singing career going?"
Mercedes repressed the urge to bring a finger to her lip and savor the warmth of his touch that was still there. "I can't complain really. Though I can't seem to get people to sign me. Maybe I'm going about it all wrong" She frowned.
Jesse shook his head again. "You just need to cover more ground. I hear you're an amazing writer, maybe you could write some originals and sing them at my restaurant. I've always got record managers hanging around"
"You'd do that for me?"
"Of course" Jesse smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, "but on one condition"
Mercedes quirked an eyebrow, "What?"
"You're going to have to move in with me" Jesse said and leaned backwards to analyze his friends' face. Mercedes cocked her head to the side confusedly.
"Why?" she asked and Jesse rolled his eyes.
"Because living down there is unsafe and I've got plenty of room" Jesse gestured around. Mercedes leaned closer to him, so that she was barely a centimeter away.
"Sounds like a deal St. James." she thought of all the things she really wanted to say, but just smiled at him.
AN: The End..Next up a requested Kurtcedes Drabble!
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