AN: I've had several requests for a Will/Mercedes, which I've been reluctant to do because of the age difference, in addition to the whole student/teacher thing. But, I have decided to do one, on my own terms.

Drabble 37

Mercedes Jones of Jones, Mitchell and White, was late. She navigated her Mercedes-Benz up and down the streets expertly. Her meeting with her latest client had gone over, and now she was late in helping Mr. Schue with his new Glee Club. It had been ten years since she had graduated high school, and five since she had graduated law school and took over her mother's place in the law firm. She helped Will out as much as she could, remembering being the girl who was always looked over by everyone else, and wanting to help other kids in the same situation. She pulled into the parking lot, and raced into the auditorium. It was empty, save for Will going over some notes. Mercedes gave a frustrated sigh, and slid into the seat next to him.

"I am so sorry, Will." Mercedes said breathlessly. "I had this client, and he was taking forever-"

Will grinned, holding up a hand. "It's okay, really. You're a partner in the firm; you'll be busy sometimes." Will had taken the dive into forty very well. Aside from a sprinkle of gray at his temples, and deeper laugh lines, he looked much the same.

Being a broke law student had forced Mercedes to give up her beloved tots. As a result, she had slimmed down, although she maintained her divalicious hourglass figure. Crazy neon clothing had given way to tasteful suits, heels and silver jewelry. Her hair was normally pulled into elegant chignons and buns. "I know, but I just hate missing a practice."

Will stood up and put away his notes. "I bet you skipped lunch today; come over to the house, we can do pizza and wine, maybe a movie."

Mercedes grinned gratefully. "You're right, I did." She stood with a slight wince and followed Will to the parking lot.

"Shoes bothering you?"

"I've been doing nothing but pacing back and forth since seven this morning." Mercedes flopped into her car with a sigh of relief. "I'll pick up the wine, if you like. Are you still a red drinker?"

Will nodded. "I'll head home and order the pizzas. Meat lovers'?"

Mercedes gave him a smile and a nod, and headed to the liquor store, where she picked up a bottle of rich Merlot for him, and a bottle of moscato for herself. She shuddered looking at the bottle of Merlot; she needed her alcohol to be sweet and bubbly. Upon arrival at Will's modest two bedroom house, she let herself in. Will was in the living room, flipping through Netflix.

"Anything good?" Mercedes asked, setting the bottles down.

"Depends. What are you in the mood for?"

Mercedes wrinkled her nose. "Something scary."

They settled on a few classic horror films. Sometime after the pizza had been devoured, Mercedes began rubbing her feet. Will glanced over at her, and without a word, pulled her legs into his lap and began rubbing her feet. Mercedes gave a sigh of relief. "Oh, thanks so much."

Will shrugged, working out a tense knot. "Sure. I know you work hard all day." After he finished, Mercedes removed her feet, shooting Will a grateful smile.

"Thanks."

Will nodded and smiled. "Sure."

Mercedes shifted, so that she was leaning on Will's shoulder. "I'm not bothering you, am I?"

Will wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Not at all."

After that, it was only natural that Mercedes rest a hand on Will's knee, just like it was natural for Will to rest his head on top of hers. The movie they were currently watching came to an end, and Mercedes reluctantly untangled herself from Will's comforting heat.

"Well, I should get going," she said softly.

"I'll walk you out."

Mercedes stood hesitantly on the porch. "Well, I'll try my best to make it to practice tomorrow."

"It's nothing for you to worry about. If you have to work, you have to work." Will said, leaning against the door's frame.

Mercedes gave a shy smile. "Hey, are you busy this weekend?"

Will thought for a second. "No, don't think so."

"Well, Puck performs at this bar in Dayton on the weekends. Want to go?"

Will smiled. "I'd like that."

"Great. Oh, and I'm sorry."

"Fo-" Will trailed off as a pair of soft lips were pressed against his own. He pulled Mercedes closer, resting a hand against her silken cheek. Mercedes pulled away slowly, long lashes fluttering and parting to reveal molten chocolate eyes.

"For kissing you out of the blue."

Will smiled. "No need to apologize. So, if I don't see you for Glee practice, I'll see you over the weekend."

Mercedes nodded, and after one last kiss, she was on her way.

AN: God, I feel so dirty now...I hope you guys liked it!