DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE NOR ANYTHING ELSE.

ENJOY THIS THROWBACK :)


Sam sat his papers in his briefcase that he needed for the next day, cutting of the lamp as he stood up. Being the CEO of one of the top advertising agencies in the stare was no joke. He was always busy and never made time for himself, something that was going to change. But even if the time wasn't made for him, he always made sure it was for made for the special girl in his life. Speaking of, he heard her soft hand knock on his door, turning to her with a smile once the door opened, "Shouldn't you be sleep?"

"I just wanted to say goodnight, Uncle Sammie." The eight year old smiled as she walked over to him, hugging him around his waist.

Sam hugged her then bent down and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek, "I'm getting off early tomorrow to grocery shop, so I'm picking you up."

"Yes." She said in excitement, causing her uncle to laugh. She played with her braid as she sat on his bed, watching him go back to his desk. Isabelle was Sam's oldest sister, Stephanie, youngest child. His sister had a long history of drug addiction and has been in and out of rehab for years. That's when Sam decided enough was enough. Since Izzy's father wasn't in her life, he decided that he would step in and take care of her himself.

"What do you want for Christmas this year Izzy?"

Izzy looked at him, biting down on her bottom lip as she shook her head, "I really don't want anything, Uncle Sammie."

"Surely you want something, Bumblebee."

Izzy smiled at the nickname he often called her, letting out a giggle as she spoke, "A car."

Sam laughed loudly as he ran his fingers through his hair, "In eight years, we can talk about that but right now, I'll be your personal driver."

Izzy let a wide smile take over her lips, "Okay." She hugged him around his neck, leaving a kiss on his cheek before getting off his bed, "Goodnight Uncle Sammie, I love you."

"I love you more, Izzy."

Izzy walked to her room in a small huff, going to her desk when she entered, she sat in the chair. Looking down at the piece of paper, she picked up her pencil and began writing.


Mercedes greeted the regulars as she entered the coffee shop, pulling her wallet from her purse as she made her way to the counter.

The boy looked at her with a lopsided grin, "Good morning, Ms. Jones."

"Good morning Stevie, how are you today?"

"I'm doing really good. Would you like the usual?"

"Yes, with extra whip cream please." She smiled as she handed him the cash, leaving him a five dollar tip in tip jar. She scrolled down her texts messages seeing if she had anything new yet, hearing her name, she looked up and saw her order was ready already.

"Our famous hot chocolate with extra whip and chocolate shavings. Just like you like, Ms. Jones."

"Thank you Stevie."

"Anytime Ms. Jones, anytime." He bit down on his lip as he checked the older woman out.

Mercedes rolled her as he she grabbed her cup from him. He was doing so good. He always did this when she came in. Bidding him a goodbye, she turned around only to collide with another body. She gasped when she felt the hot liquid splash on her, looking up at the stranger apologetically, staring into his intense green eyes, "I'm so sorry."

Sam grunted when he felt the hot drink spill on him, hearing the soft angelic voice, "It's o.." His words getting caught in his throat when he saw the beauty in front of him, "It's okay."

"No it's not." She handed him a couple of napkins, "I'm sorry again."

"Really, it's fine." Sam smiled reassuringly, taking the napkins from her, "I'll buy you another one."

"No." She went in her wallet and pulled out a ten, handing it to Stevie, "Whatever he gets is on me."

Stevie nodded and handed her another cup of the same thing he had ready for Sam.

Mercedes looked at the handsome man again, "Sorry again."

Sam waved her off with a smile, "Don't be."

Mercedes smiled apologetically again as she walked passed him and out of the door.

Sam watched her walk out the door, turning back around, he was met an amused look on Stevie's face, "What?"

"Nothing bro." He smirked as he started to fix another Sam drink. Stevie was Sam's younger brother. He was a student at Ohio State University and worked part time at this coffee shop downtown.

Sam leaned against the counter, attempting the wipe the drink from his shirt, but it was only making it worse, "How's school going?"

"It's going." He handed him his coffee with a smile, "How about you old man? How's Izzy?"

"First, thirty is not old." He gave his brother a pointed look, "Second, Izzy is doing great."

"That's good." He grabbed a mop from the side, coming out to the floor to clean up the spill, "How are you in the love department?"

"Goodbye Stevie." Sam said once he got his cue to leave.

"I LOVE YOU BROTHER!" He yelled after him with a chuckle, shaking his head as he went back to moping up the floor.


Mercedes smiled as she entered the post office. Speaking to some of her co-workers, she went to the elevator and got in. On regular days, she was a college tutor at Ohio State but during the holidays, she did something very special for the post office. She answered the thousands of letters that was addressed to Santa from the children in this city. Making it to her office, she sat her purse down in her chair and headed to her spare closet to change her shirt.

Leeland knocked on her door, holding a bag in his hand, "Cedes, I have a new stack for you."

"Okay." Mercedes slid on a button up shirt and came back out.

"Woah, I'll come back."

"Oh come on Lee, you're like my brother. And plus, this isn't your first time seeing me like this." Mercedes smirked at him as she finished buttoning up her shirt, "You help me get undress, into pajamas and in my bed when I was drunk in college."

Leeland laughed loudly, "That is true." He pointed to her desk before he walked out, "There you go."

"Thank you." She smiled as she sat in her seat, opening up the new bag. Pulling out the multiple letters, it was this one that caught her eye. She took the red envelope and read the front, "Isabelle Evans." She pulled out the letter from the envelope, unfolding the paper that displayed neatly printed handwriting.

Dear Santa,

I don't want anything for Christmas this year but I do want to ask you a favor. You see, I love my Uncle Sammie so much and he has done a lot for me. I know he's happy but I want him to be extra happy. So I guess what I'm asking you is to please bring him a wife this Christmas. Is that too much to ask for?

Love, Izzy.

"That's so sweet." Mercedes whispered as she looked at the letter. Looking over to see if anyone was coming in, she grabbed a little bit of glitter out of a jar that was under heat and sprinkled it on the letter. Mercedes had a secret that she hasn't told anyone about. If she did, everyone would think she was a looney and two, she could get in big trouble if she did. Thing was, she was from the North Pole. Sounds crazy right? But she was. At the age of twelve, Santa sent her and her parents away from the North Pole so they could experience life outside of it but occasionally, she always made a visit to the big man. She smiled as pulled out some more letters and continued to do her job.


A/N. This was based off a movie, I just changed a lot of things around. This was 2014 as well!