DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE NOR ANYTHING ELSE.

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Izzy held onto Sam's hand as they walked into the grocery store, her eyes darting around curiously for what was on their list. Her uncle had kept his word and picked her up from school early, so that they could go pick up some things for dinner.

Sam grabbed some bread from the shelf before looking at Izzy, "What do you want for dinner?"

Izzy looked up at him, mind already made up, "How about some Lasagna?"

"Are you going to cook it?" Sam asked with a smirk as he moved along the isle, hearing her snort and laugh.

"Of course not, Uncle Sammie. You got that all under control."

Sam laughed at her as he turned his basket down the pasta isle, "That's okay, I don't mind cooking for my number one girl."

Izzy smiled as she walked beside him, helping him pick out the rest of items they needed for dinner and for the house too.

Sam placed the cans in the basket, not looking up from his list as he pushed the basket forward, causing him to bump into someone, "I'm sorry." He looked up and let out a chuckle when he saw who it was, "We can't stop running into each other."

Mercedes looked at him with a smile, "I guess we can't." She leaned against her basket, "I'm sorry again about the hot chocolate."

"It's really okay, accidents happen."

Izzy cleared her throat, hoping the two adults would realize that she was still there. She looked at the woman her uncle was talking to and took notice to how pretty she was.

Sam looked down at his niece, who was staring back him waiting for an introduction, "This my niece Isabelle and Izzy this is.."

"Mercedes." Mercedes smiled at the young girl, shaking her hand, her face twitch up in recognition of her name but she couldn't place it, "Isabelle..very beautiful name for a beautiful little girl."

"You're beautiful too."

"Well thank you sweetie." Mercedes smiled, coming back up to face the mystery man, "I guess I was too worried about your shirt I didn't get to properly introduce myself." She held out her hand, "Mercedes Jones."

"Sam Evans." He took her small hand and shook, immediately feeling a spark shoot up his arm, looking up in her eyes, she must of felt it too because she was staring at him.

Mercedes cleared her throat, taking her hand back with a small smile, looking at the little girl once more, "It was nice meeting you, Isabelle."

"You too, Mercedes."

Mercedes looked back at Sam biting her lip, "And it was nice running into you again, literally."

Sam chuckled as he leaned against the basket, "Yeah, you too."

Mercedes bided them a goodbye before she walked passed them with a warm smile still plastered on her face.

Izzy looked up at Sam with a wide smile, eyes going back and forward between them, "She's beautiful, Uncle Sammie."

"Yes she is kiddo." He pinched her cheek before he looked back at the woman's retrieving form, mumbling, "Yes she is."


Mercedes was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on her dinner, singing along to the music that was playing. Her parents had took a trip to Hawaii for their Christmas break and she was spending hers alone with her dog, Max. She scooped up some of the spaghetti in a bowl, turning around to grab a fork, she let out a piercing scream when she saw her sitting on the counter, "What in the word..Santana."

Santana looked at Mercedes with a smirk, lifting up her slender arms, "I bring you good vibes from the North Pole."

Mercedes chuckled as she calmed down from her scare. Santana was her best friend since they were little. She always wondered how the feisty Latina stilled worked for Santa despite being on the naughty list every year, "How are you?

"I'm great my little muffin." She smiled as she leaned over and hugged her, pulling back with a teasing smirk, "I would ask you how you are but I can see that you're doing okay."

"Are you spying on me?"

"Not per say." She hopped off the counter and went to sit by her friend, "When you have a big ass crystal ball in the middle of the workshop, you tend to peek in to see people."

Mercedes laughed as she twisted some of her noddles with her fork, placing the food in her mouth.

"So.." Santana pulled a filer out of her pocket and began doing her nails, "You run into this Sam guy twice in one week."

"Yeah."

"Do you like him?"

"I don't even know the guy, San." She sat her bowl in front of her on the table, looking at her friend innocently.

"Bullshit Mercedes. You're from the North Pole, you have a way with knowing who people are naturally."

"I'm so serious. I don't know anything about him." Mercedes told her seriously. She have tried everything to figure out who this Sam Evans person was and she was drawing a huge blank and his niece's name sounded so familiar but she couldn't pin point that out either.

Santana eyebrows shot up. She couldn't be serious right? Standing up from the couch, "I'll be right back." She walked towards the back and pulled out her cell phone once she got in the bathroom. She almost screamed when she saw the blonde on the countertop, "What the hell Quinn?"

Quinn rolled her eyes at her but was smiling, "Mercedes doesn't know about Sam because Santa has put a block on her finding anything about him."

"Why?"

Quinn pulled the letter from her pocket, "This is a letter that Isabelle Evans wrote to Santa about her uncle."

Santana grabbed the letter from her hands and started reading it, "I'm assuming that this has something to do with Mercy?"

"Yes. You see, Mercedes is Sam's soulmate and finally this Christmas, they will be united as one."

"Woah, how come I didn't know anything about this?" Santana asked, a little taken aback by the secret.

"Because Santana, you have a huge mouth." Quinn smirked as she snapped her fingers and disappeared.

"I do not have a big mouth." She mumbled as she walked back into the living room, plopping back down on the couch, "Are you going to come visit us this year?"

Mercedes smiled into her direction, "If I get finish with the Christmas letters, I will."

"Good because everyone has been asking for you." She leaned back and got comfortable on the couch, closing her eyes.

"I guess you're staying tonight?" Mercedes chuckled when she nodded, going to the kitchen to wash her bowl and put her food in the refrigerator. Grabbing a blanket from the linen closet, she sat beside Santana and threw the blanket over them.


Sam moved his papers around on his desk, letting out a frustrated sigh. It was one week until Christmas and his company had a lot of things to her accomplish before he went on break. Grabbing his coat and scarf, he threw it on and headed out. He rolled his eyes inwardly when he saw his secretary, Danielle, following behind him.

"Mr. Evans." She practically purred his name.

Sam sighed as he turned around to her, "Yes."

She smiled brightly, taking a chance to rub his arm, "Where are you going? We have so much work to do."

Sam shrugged her hand off, taking a calming breath, "I'm taking a breather, if you must know my every move."

Danielle pouted at his harsh tone, "I must know so I can tell your clients."

"Just tell them I went out." He snapped before he turned and walked away. The only reason she was still here was because she was his mother's friend's daughter. Pushing the elevator door, he leaned against the back wall, taking a deep breath. When he got himself together, he pushed off the wall and began walking down the sidewalk, humming softly to the Christmas music as he approached his favorite spot. He opened the door, the aroma of hot cinnamon muffins and coffee assaulting his nose.

Stevie looked up when he heard the door open, smiling when his saw his brother, "Didn't expect to see you this late."

"Deadlines for last minute commercials are due tomorrow."

"Oh." Stevie nodded understandably, grabbing a pot of coffee and pouring it in a cup. He smiled as he handed it to him, "I have to close up tonight so you can wait around and I'll go back with you and help if you need any."

"Thank you Stevie." He grabbed the cup from him and headed to a table. He smiled softly when he saw a familiar face sitting by the window. Her skin glowing from the Christmas lights that were outside, her small button nose crinkled up in concentration as she focus on the paper in front of her. He walked over to her with a smile, "Hi."

Mercedes looked up from the letter with a soft laugh, "Hi..again."

Sam chuckled as he looked down at the floor, his green eyes coming back up to meet her brown ones, "How are you?"

"I'm fine." She smiled sweetly, "Would you like to sit?"

"I don't want to impose."

"You're not imposing." She gave him a beautiful smile, showcasing all of her pearly whites.

Sam felt his heart warm up when he saw the look on her face, giving her a lopsided grin, he sat in front of her, "How do we keep running into each other, Mercedes Jones?"

Mercedes sat her pen down, looking at him with a smile of her own, "I could ask you the same thing, Sam Evans."