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"So are you excited about tonight's ball?" Santana questioned as Mercedes sat through hair and makeup.
"Um, excited yes, a little annoyed because this is super last minute also yes. I just hope everything goes well, and they have time to do a full security sweep even with the last-minute plans," Mercedes answered honestly. The ball was in the next three hours and she hadn't seen much of Sam because he had to go brief the staffers about tonight and the proper protocols. However, she did text him earlier and asked if he would accompany her to the ball to which he replied yes, and that had Mercedes hoping the night was going to be more than tolerable with Sam at her side.
"I understand chica, but listen just a few hours of small talk and maybe a speech or two depending on how the night goes and then you come back here and go to sleep until I have to wake you in the morning," Santana replied.
"You're right, but aren't you and Brittany coming as well?"
"We are, so I have to get ready but I will see you when I get there," Santana retired. She grabbed her things and said goodbye to Mercedes and headed off to get ready.
After Sam had got done briefing everybody he headed down to the venue to do a full security check and was happy to report that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Now he could go get ready for the ball. He was more than happy that after everything Mercedes still asked him to accompany her to the ball and he was more than excited to go. He always went to political balls as security so he never really got to relish in the feeling of how it felt to be completely carefree. However, tonight was going to be different. He had Puck take over for him as lead tonight and he was ok with that decision because he knew Puck was going to act just like Sam if not better for tonight.
He headed back to his office and changed out of his day clothes into an all-black tuxedo. He placed on a silver Rolex and silver cuff links, and made slicked his hair to give a nice professional but edgy look. When he was happy with his style he exited his office and headed up to Mercedes's room. He got off the private elevator and knocked on the door and it opened revealing one Mercedes Jones.
"Damn," Sam breathed out. For tonight Mercedes had decided she was going to go with the straight-haired ginger look. Her makeup was complete with a dark red lip and a smokey eye. For her gown, she had decided on a navy blue Anastasia Corset Gown w/ a sash. She looked damn good and Sam was happy that she was going to be his all night long.
Mercedes chuckled at his reaction, "Why thank you, and you look good yourself," Mercedes replied as she pecked him on the lips.
"Mmm, are you sure you want to go to that party? Hell, we could just stay here, you, me, and our clothes on the floor," Sam winked.
"As tempting as that sounds Evans we actually have to go, some c'mon," Mercedes replied. Sam escorted the two into the private elevator and then escorted them out to the car when they reached the White House exit. They say in the car relishing in each other not even worrying about the mass of cameras and mics that were going to be shoved in their face.
"So it looks tonight we are going to be going public about us," Sam began as he noticed they were getting closer.
"You aren't getting cold feet on me are you Evans?"
"Nope, I could never I just want to make sure that this is what you want to do."
"I am ready to do it, I know I'll be facing some backlash but I am happy and America is doing fine. Tonight is going to be fine." Mercedes assured them. When they pulled up to the event one of the agents opened the door for them and Sam exited first before grabbing Mercedes's hand and helping her out of the car in an instant people started shouting her name.
"MADAME PRESIDENT IS THIS YOUR BOYFRIEND?" Someone shouted.
"This is my boyfriend, Sam Evans, I am happy to announce that, however, I want to address the nation though it may seem unprofessional of me to be dating in the White House, I am glad to report that my work has not slacked, and in fact, about 2/3 of the bills I proposed during my campaign trail have been passed or are in the process of passing. Now have a good night," Mercedes replied. She grabbed Sam's hand and they headed into the venue. It was lovely with bright chandeliers, and presidential memorabilia scattered about. Multiple people were scattered about on the dance floor or at the little tables.
Sam and Mercedes greeted a few people and were walking to their seats when one Finn Hudson came out of nowhere.
"Well, Madame President never would have I predicted that you would come here with your Head of Security," He smirked.
"And never would I have thought that I could have found out about you sleeping with your very young assistant Marley Rose. I wonder how Rachel would feel?" Mercedes bit back.
"Hmm, resorting to high school antics I see, well I hope you can have a nice night tonight Ms. President, and Sam," He replied as he walked away.
"Is everyone here a bunch of pretentious jackasses?" Sam questioned as he and Mercedes walked to their seats.
"Well there are some good ones but those are hard to come by at some points," Mercedes answered honestly.
"Well don't you two look at the jr versions of Roderick and me," Jane commented as they came up to the table. She and Roderick had on matching emerald green attire. Roderick wore a black suit with emerald green as the accent color. Then Jane wore her natural hair with an emerald green 1920s-styled dress.
"You two look adorable with the green," Mercedes commented as they all stood and hugged each other.
Roderick replied, "Why thank you Madame President." Mercedes playfully rolled her eyes at the comment.
"There goes my favorite group of humans," Santana announced as she appeared at Brittany's side. They both wore mermaid-style dresses but Santana's was in red while Brittany wore white.
"You two look absolutely stunning," Jane commented. The group had finally sat down and waited for the night to truly begin. Granted no one really truly knew what charity was but everyone knew that they needed to be there to show support. By the time they got done eating and drinking their second glass of champagne J.J. Kameron stood on the stage behind the podium.
"Good afternoon colleagues and friends. Tonight this ball was brought to everyone's attention last minute and for that, the Republican Party apologizes. This ball is to help raise money for various charities because not everyone in her can just choose one. So the Republican Party has decided to be gracious and split the proceeds from tonight, one-third of it will go to the Republicans, another one-third will go to the democrats, and the final one-third will go to Madame President herself. Madame President a third of the money may be used to do whatever you choose to do with. Anyways I hope you all will take out your checkbooks and write hefty checks because, in the end, this is a country that we have to protect and help build it so it can go on and be great when we are long gone. Have a good night everyone." He smiled as he stood back and left the stage and right when he did the live band started to play music.
"That's very oddly nice of him," Roderick said slightly confused. Mercedes simply shrugged and took another sip of her drink not wanting to worry about the sudden niceness of her opposing political party.
"Would you like to go dancing?" Sam questioned.
"I'd love too," Mercedes replied with Sam. He escorted her to the dance floor and placed them in the proper position as they danced from side to side.
"You know I have never once liked these things," Sam told her.
"I'd imagine you wouldn't since you always have to be the security of it," Mercedes replied with a smile.
"You would be correct, but with you here by my side and me off from working for this one night is making me start to enjoy these things,"
"Awe well I'm glad, and for me what is making this night perfect is that you are the first boyfriend of mine to ever ask me to go dancing,"
"Well, they were fools not to ask,"
"I love you."
"I love you more."
Now one could possibly say what happened at the moment because it all happened so fast. the band was getting lively and starting to speed up the pace of the music. Sam had pinned Mercedes around careful not to let her trip over her dress and then he dipped her down. He looked into her eyes getting lost in them as they looked back at him with so much joy but then there was the loud popping noise, and then her face encased with fear and pain all at once.
People all at random started running when Mercedes's blood started to pour out on the floor and Sam jumped into action and covered her body while his agents started to run in place. It was all such a big blur. Sam remembered looking at Mercedes's trying to find the wound and found it on her lower abdomen. He remembered ripping his jacket off and placing it on the wound when he noticed her eyes start to close. Then he remembered her coming back wide-eyed at the sudden pressure and crying at the sudden whoosh of pain.
"Sam," She muttered out.
"Mercedes you are ok, the ambulance and the police are on their way," Sam told her as a few men surrounded them to keep them covered and others started to secure the area.
"It hurts Sam," She whispered as she tried to keep her eyes open but she was struggling as darkness started to surround her.
"Hey, baby, stay with me your going to be fine ok." Sam urged.
"I love you,"
"I won't say it back because you are going to be fine.
"Say it back,"
"I love you," Sam replied. When he saw her eyes close and her body go limp Sam let out one tear before going furious.
"WHERE THE HELL IS THE DAMN AMBULANCE!?" He screamed.
WHITE HOUSE PRESS CONFERENCE LIVE:
"A few hours ago Madame President, Mercedes Jones, was shot during the Republican Charity Ball. Ms. President was rushed to the hospital where she remains in surgery. At this moment in time, the Secret Service has secured Vice President Jane Hayward and the First Gentleman Roderick Meeks and ensured their safety. It is currently unclear on whether or not this was a terroristic attack, or if Ms. President being shot was an accident but we have numerous people working on the force to ensure that we understand why this has happened." Santana talked. She was still in her party dress and quite frankly she wanted to rush to the hospital but she had no choice but to address the nation.
"IS SAM EVANS AT THE HOSPITAL WITH MS. JONES?"
"Madame President is at the hospital where people who care for and want to see her walk out of this alive are there,"
"DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHO COULD HAVE DONE THIS?"
"Speculation isn't going to get us anywhere, but rest assured the person responsible will be held accountable."
"IN THE EVENT THAT MADAME PRESIDENT DIES WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE NATION?"
"To speculate that Mercedes Jones could walk out of this dead is highly disrespectful. Some of you weren't even there tonight at the ball, and I am sure none of you can even fully tell me the anatomy of the human body to understand the magnitude of the situation. to insinuate that she won't make it out of this alive is disgusting because if I know that woman like I think I know her, and trust me I do. Then she will walk out of this gun-blazing and laughing about the fact that the person who is responsible did not succeed." With those words, Santana walked off the stage and headed down the door where agents were waiting to transport her to the hospital.
"Alright, I did my job now where is my money?" William questioned.
"The money has already been wired to your account, and if she comes up dead then you will get more than just that,"
"And if she doesn't die?"
"Well, you just better hope that you are far away from here. Because in the event that she doesn't die I'll send someone after you and make sure you won't leave to hold another gun."