Sam is not one to beat around the bush! Can you blame him though, lets see if Mercedes can stand up to the intenseness of Sam Evans! Lol we hope you enjoy
"YOU DID WHAT!" Kurt yelled, looking at his friend like she had lost her mind.
"I might have, kinda made out with Sam Evans. But it was a mistake, and it won't happen again!" She said, looking down at her computer.
"You made out with a CLIENT! Mercedes Diane Jones… you MADE OUT WITH A CLIENT!"
"Look, in my defense, when I danced with him, flirted, I had no idea who he was. But then he cornered me, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me...what was I supposed to do?"
"You weren't supposed to do shit; you knew it was your client and crossed the line… this is going to be Hamilton all over again. Except you didn't kiss him!
Mercedes shook her head. "It is not! I made it very clear that from that moment on, this would be a professional operation."
"Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't want that man to kiss you again," Kurt said.
Mercedes looked up to Kurt and shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Kurt. He's not going to kiss me again. He said I was a 'mistake.' I'm not his type, and we are not a match. So there is no problem."
"You sure about that? This has to be solid because if it gets out that you kissed a client…." Kurt asked, shaking his head.
Mercedes closed her eyes, trying to hide her true emotions. "Don't worry about it, Kurt. It won't happen again."
"Good, I've already spoken to a few candidates," Kurt replied, not fully believing her but taking her word.
"Good. I am going to get Ice cream with Izzy, and I will get some more information." She said quickly, wiping a stray tear. "Speaking of, I should get ready."
"Your outfits have been planned," Kurt said, pointing to her closet.
She nodded, looking at her computer as a message popped up in her email. "Well, looks like word has really gotten out. Penny wants in. She gave up looking a long time ago."
"Oh! She'd make a good choice; she loves kids." Kurt said
Mercedes sighed. "Yeah, she would."
"They'd actually make a picture book family!"
Mercedes slammed her laptop shut and walked over to her closet. "Yeah, sure would."
"Wear the pink dress and those white heels."
"And I am wearing a dress because...?"
"Because you want to maintain that friendly appearance, this is the first time we've dealt with a child before, so she has to see you as nice. Her first introduction to you was as a princess." Kurt explained
Mercedes nodded. "Fine." She went into the walk-in closet attached to the bathroom and went to work, taking a quick shower then getting dressed. "Since you have planned all this, how should I wear my hair?"
"You can wear it up."
She nodded, applying her light makeup. "Have we decided who we want to be first?"
"Tina Cohen-Chang, she's definitely a good choice, and I think they'll have fun. She likes the outdoors, and he works out there, so… it could work." Kurt answered, and Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"Okay. Well, I should go." She said, throwing her hair into a messy bun.
"Have fun! Oh, and don't forget to ask about their plans for Thanksgiving!"
"I won't forget. Bye, Kurt." Mercedes said, walking out of the office, and Kurt let out a sigh before taking Blaine off mute.
"You heard that, right?" Kurt asked.
"Mhm, she definitely wants him to kiss her again, and her usual tone about working with new clients isn't there…." Blaine responded.
"She is playing a dangerous game," Kurt said, looking at their compatibility results. "Their compatible too… she scored a fifty with half the information given, and I added in more after talking to his father… it's the first 100% percent match in a decade."
"Wow, does she know?" Blaine asked.
"Nope," Kurt said right as their second line started ringing. "I have to get it; I'll see you at home babe, we can figure out how to work this."
Mercedes walked into the dance studio and smiled as she watched the little girl dance. Izzy ran to Mercedes the moment she saw her.
"Mercy!" Izzy hugged her.
"Hey, sweetie! How was dance class?"
"It was fun! We are having a Christmas show! Will you come!" She asked excitedly.
"Of course I will; when is it?" Mercedes asked, realizing she might not even be around by then if things went well on his dates, but she couldn't say no.
She sighed. "I can't do the Thanksgiving one cause I don't gots a mom. Aunt Quinn said she would, but she has to dance with Chloe…."
"Oh… umm well, what kind of program is it?" Mercedes asked, feeling bad Izzy didn't have anyone to perform with.
"It's a mother-daughter Thanksgiving pageant! They get to dress up and either dance together or sing...I always wanted to do it…" she said sadly.
Mercedes looked at the little girl knowing she was about to cross the line again. "Well, how about I fill in until we find your forever mommy?" Mercedes suggested seeing Izzy weighing her options. "I'm a pretty good singer too." She added with a hopeful smile.
Izzy jumped up and down happily. "That would be awesome!" She grabbed Mercedes's hand and pulled her to Sam, who had just walked through the door. "Daddy! Daddy! Guess what!? Mercy is gonna be my mommy for the pageant!"
"Oh, she is, huh? Well, that's awfully kind of her." Sam said, picking up the young girl and smiling at her.
"Yes! We have to get our outfits picked out, so give her your card." Izzy replied, wiggling out of his arms.
"Oh no, sweetie, that won't be necessary. Remember my dress from last night?" She asked, and Izzy nodded. "Well, a really good friend of mine who happens to be a fashion designer made it so; I'll have him make our costumes so they'll be unique."
"That's so cool! Daddy, can she come over and practice tomorrow? We only have a little time left." Izzy said, bouncing in Sam's arms.
Mercedes looked at Sam, and he didn't seem pleased, but he managed to smile at his daughter before instructing her to see if Quinn and Chloe would be joining them at the ice cream parlor.
"I don't know what you're playing at but don't toy with my child," Sam said defensively, and Mercedes looked at him confused and somewhat hurt.
"I am not playing at anything! She looked so sad, Sam, my heart broke for her, and I just spoke without thinking; I wanted to make her smile. That's all. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. I am not that kind of person."
"You should have asked me first," Sam replied, shaking his head. "You don't know what her mother did to us, and if you promised to be there, you had better be there."
"Listen and listen, good Sam Evans, I don't break my promises and don't ever compare me to her mother. You don't know me to judge me like that, and you damn sure have no right to assume the worst in me." Mercedes said, getting into his personal space staring him down.
"We'll see just how serious you are about that." Sam retorted right as Izzy came back smiling.
"Quinn and Chloe aren't coming with us. Can we go now?" She asked, not noticing the obvious tension between her father and Mercedes.
Mercedes smiled down to Izzy. "Okay, so I was thinking, we can talk about the pageant while we eat."
"Yay, and you can sing for us!" Izzy replied.
"Oh, I… maybe not at the ice cream parlor but afterward?"
"Sing?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Please tell me you can hold a note, and you won't embarrass my daughter?"
Mercedes stared at him. "What?"
"You heard me, you see, this is a big deal for Izzy; if you get on that stage and can't sing, she's gonna be devastated."
Mercedes stared at him and cleared her throat. "I will love you anyway, even if I can not stay; I think you are the one for me; here is where you ought to be. I just wanna satisfy ya, you're not mine, and I can't deny it. Don't you hear me talking, baby, love me now, or I'll go crazy. Whoa, Sweet Thang, Don't you know you're my everything... "
Sam stared at her as a small crowd gathered around her starting to jam along as Izzy clapped excitedly.
"Daddy, she sings so pretty!"
Sam cleared his throat; he wasn't expecting her to sound like that.
Mercedes moved closer to him, wanting to drive his assumption that she would ever do anything to embarrass his daughter or herself far away from his mind.
"I wish you were my lover, but you act so undercover, to love you child my whole life long, be it right or be it wrong. I'm only what you make of me, baby. Don't walk away, don't be shady. Don't want your mind, don't want your money…." She sang, looking at him, feeling slightly angry but also something else.
Sam gulped, listening to her and using all his willpower to avoid pulling her to him and devouring her lips. "She sings beautifully, Izzy," Sam said, talking to his daughter but still looking at Mercedes.
"Thank you, now let's go get some ice cream," Mercedes said back before holding her hand out for Izzy.
"Yay, ice cream!" Izzy squealed, grabbing Mercedes' hand and held her other one for her dad to take. Sam took his daughter's hand and allowed her to guide them to the ice cream shop, which was only a few blocks away.
...
"What kind of ice cream do you like?" Mercedes asked, looking at Sam, but Izzy chose then to speak up.
"Triple chocolate chip with sprinkles!" Izzy answered, smiling.
Mercedes nodded. "That sounds so good! But I think I am gonna go with...strawberry shortcake...What about you, Sam?"
Sam stared at Mercedes for a moment, then at the ice cream. "Apple Pie filling Ice cream."
"No, daddy, you always get strawberry ice cream like Mercy," Izzy interjected, shaking her head.
Sam looked wide-eyed at Izzy. "Maybe I wanted to try something new." He said, hiding his blush. "People change."
Mercedes looked away, smirking before looking back at him. "You know these questions are going to help me find the perfect match for you, right?"
"And I am being honest." He said, shrugging.
Izzy smiled. "Mercy, do you like Eggnog or Apple Cider?"
Mercedes smiled. "Apple Cider all the way!"
"Daddy does too! He said it's not Christmas without Cider...but everyone else likes eggnog."
Sam cleared his throat. "I am thinking of making the switch this year."
"I love cider and homemade cinnamon rolls; I usually cuddle up in front of the fire and watch a good movie," Mercedes said.
Izzy beamed. "Daddy and I do that! He makes the best Cinnamon rolls and gingerbread men."
"I make sugar cookies with mine." Mercedes said, winking at Izzy. "With lots of frosting!"
"We have a big cookie day where we go to grandma and pop pops and make cookies, we wear matching pj's, and then we all watch… what are all the movies, daddy?"
Sam smiled. "Well, there are all three "The Santa Clauses," "A Year Without a Santa," "Jingle all the way," and "Elf."
"All very great Christmas movies if I do say so myself." Mercedes beamed. "I usually watch Love Actually, Almost Christmas and This Christmas. But those others get tossed in there too before the new year."
"A lot of rom-coms." Sam pointed out.
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for happy endings." She said, smiling brightly.
"Nothing wrong there, I actually like them myself… well, that and a good action movie." He replied.
"I'm not impartial to a good Marvel marathon," Mercedes said, grabbing her ice cream and walking over to a table with Izzy.
"Daddy likes Captain America," Izzy said, sitting next to Mercedes. "I like Princess Belle."
"I'm a fan of Belle, but I really like Ariel," Mercedes said, starting to hum Part of Your World.
Sam sat back, watching his daughter and Mercedes talk about Princesses and superheroes. It was everything he ever wanted for her. Someone to share with who didn't have to do it but did it anyway.
"You know daddy's birthday is Friday?" Izzy asked, and Sam chuckled.
"Saturday, kiddo." He corrected.
"Oh? What are you doing for him?" Mercedes asked.
"Uncle Stevie is taking him somewhere." She answered with a shrug.
"And you aren't doing anything for him? I am sure he would love it if you make him breakfast or something sweet."
"I'm not allowed to cook alone…." Izzy said, and Mercedes cursed herself for suggesting that.
"Oh, sweetie... "She started, but Sam shook his head, telling her not to continue with her apology. So she leaned over and whispered. "How about I have some breakfast sent over that you can say you made?"
"Or you can come over and help...we have to practice too…." Izzy said with a sweet and innocent smile. Though her intentions weren't innocent, it was decided at this moment that Mercedes would be her mom.
"I, ah… don't see why that would be an issue." Mercedes replied, looking at Sam through her eyelashes.
"You have to wear your jammies," Izzy informed, and Sam choked on his ice cream.
"I think she can wear normal clothes, kiddo."
"Na uh, it's a birthday tradition!" Izzy said.
"It's fine; I can wear my jammies." Mercedes said, making a mental note to buy appropriate pajamas.
Sam sighed. "Fine, but please make sure it's not revealing." He said, trying not to picture Mercedes in a pair of short shorts and barely-there top.
"Excuse me?" She asked, trying to hide her sudden annoyance.
"Look, sometimes when people don't have kids, they don't understand that some things are inappropriate. So I am just putting it out there." He said.
"I will wear whatever I want, but I'm not too dense to know how to dress around a child." Mercedes replied, narrowing her eyes at him.
Izzy looked from Sam to Mercedes. "You know you should take Mercedes on a date, daddy." She said while eating her ice cream. "She's just like you told uncle Stevie you wanted."
Mercedes coughed.
Sam looked at his daughter, mortified.
Izzy continued. "Though I don't know if her car trunk has a lot of junk in it like you like...my dad is weird." she shrugged.
"Isabella Grace Evans!" Sam said, looking at his daughter wide-eyed, and Mercedes couldn't help giggling.
"It's fine Izzy, your daddy isn't the first to mention… my trunk." Mercedes teased.
"Well, I heard he likes yours, so he should take you out so he can see it and look at it," Izzy said innocently, and both adults at the table looked away from each other, blushing.
"Well, I think we've learned a lot; we need to get you home so you can do homework, and I can get dinner ready," Sam said, avoiding looking in Mercedes' direction.
"Ahh, but we haven't even gone over the Thanksgiving pageant yet!" Izzy wined, and Sam shot her a stern look. "Okay, bye, Mercy."
Mercedes hated to admit it, but she didn't want this to end either, but Sam was right; she'd gotten plenty just from that interaction alone.
"How about I come over Wednesday? We can get in extra practice, and I can even bring my friend so he can help us pick out the perfect costumes." Mercedes suggested, and Sam shot her look.
"Yes! Please, daddy, can she come over Wednesday?" Izzy asked, and Sam sighed.
"No." He answered, and this time Mercedes wasn't going to hold back.
"Izzy, do you mind throwing these away? And I am sure your dad won't mind you playing one or two games on that pinball machine." She asked, handing the empty cups to her.
"Sure!" Mercedes waited until the little girl was away before returning her attention back to Sam.
"I will be there Wednesday after she gets out of school." Mercedes stated firmly.
"No, you won't; I'm not paying you to hang out with my daughter and play fake mommy with her. Find her a real mother." Sam spat back.
"I would slap you, but your daughter is literally right there, but since you're hard of hearing, I'll repeat myself one last time. I will be coming Wednesday when Izzy gets out of school so we can go over the Thanksgiving pageant and get our costumes picked out. And before you open your mouth to say no, understand, I will either come Wednesday or tonight. Choose wisely, Mr. Evans." Mercedes said, not even noticing that she was leaning over the table, her face mere inches from his.
Sam looked at Mercedes, breathing heavily and having to fight the urge to kiss her. "If you come tonight, your services will be terminated, and if you come Wednesday, you won't be leaving."
"And why exactly won't I be leaving? She asked, staring at his lips then eyes.
"Because you will be in my bed all night," Sam replied calmly.
"I am not letting your daughter down. And I won't be in your bed, so I will see you Wednesday." She said, holding her ground.
"If you come on Wednesday, I will take the 'dating' aspect of this portion seriously, and I can tell you like to be early, so that means you'll be alone with me for thirty minutes," Sam said smirking.
"I know what you are doing, and it's not working." She said, rolling her eyes.
Sam leaned in, closing the gap between them, mindful of where Izzy was before brushing his lips against hers. "I think you want to believe that, but it's happening. So either find me a date or be my date."
Mercedes pulled back, shocked. "That is not how this works! But Fine, you want a date? I will have one waiting for you before your daughter gets home from school; that way, you won't be there." She said, rising to his challenge.
Sam nodded before standing up and moving into the empty spot next to her, crowding her personal space. "Challenge accepted." He said, kissing her deeply and thoroughly before pulling away looking at her intensely.
"God, I hate you!" She said, gripping her seat so she wouldn't kiss him back. "Your first date is with Tina. And we are done here."
"See you Wednesday," Sam said, getting out of the booth and walking over to where Izzy was completely ignoring the shocked look on Mercedes' face.