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It had been two weeks since Mary left and her new boss had completely take over the company, it was a hard adjustment for Mercedes, she felt underused and unappreciated by him. But instead of letting that keep her down, Mercedes just waited until there was a chance for her to prove to everyone just how useful she could be. Some of the staff were not impressed by Sam's forceful actions, while he didn't fire anyone yet, he did demote two department heads in order to bring in two of his own guys.
From what Mercedes could tell, Blaine Anderson and Mike Chang were not that bad to be around or to look at for that matter, she thoroughly enjoyed the men's use of their work out facility. One of the perks for the employees, who seemed to live there, was an onsite gym. It allowed everyone to work out even if they were stuck at work. And she could admit that the few times she went to the gym during her lunch break, she was pleasantly entertained by the sight of Sam and his friends working out, punching bags, lifting weights among other things. While she didn't leer at them like most of the women and some of the men did, she was caught a few times staring. They all had really great bodies.
Shaking off her thought, Mercedes would always leave the gym more turned on than expected, which basically told her it was about that time again for her to find someone to hang out with. While she didn't date, per say, she did enjoy the company of a man from time to time, those who were okay with just having fun and not wanting a commitment.
Today, Mercedes was tempted to take her frustrations out on the punching bag, however, her not knowing anything about boxing, kept her squarely in the treadmill/bike camp. Today was the bike. Throwing her hair up into a messy bun she changed into her purple and black body hugging workout capri's and just as tight top and made her way to the bike. Mercedes had never been ashamed of the body God gave her, and as she got older, she was really able to work on herself to the point of having more curves than a winding road.
Today her mind was on the sleepover she was having this weekend for the twins, so as she pedaled her mind was on what she had to do after work. Having twins and making sure that events like sleepovers went over well with both the guys and girl's was hard, considering they all wanted different things. So after one particularly bad sleep over, where the girl's painted they guys face with makeup and the guys filled their water guns with various things including juice, tomato soup and balloons with honey, which was really just impressive somewhat. It was then that she realized that the best thing to do was to separate them.
Typically what she wanted to do was let the guys have the outside and the girl's had the inside. Since the yard wasn't that big and the boys have outgrown the tree house, she decided to renovate the garage and Kurt had an in with one of the guys who helped with the renovation of his coffee shop. The guy came over and after talking with Miles, they enclosed the garage and made it their boys only club. Adding carpet and windows, it converted rather nicely. It had working outlets so they could watch movies in recliners, fridge full of drinks and snacks, and room to do things guys did at sleepovers. Including the sleeping bags and pillows or if they wanted to be more civil they could use the air mattresses.
To make sure Madison didn't feel left out, Mercedes converted the den into her own little girl space. On one side of the room she had a few recliners and a loveseat for movies, mani/pedis and anything else fun they wanted to do, and on the other side there was a line of pink air mattresses with lace tents that gave the feel of camping but not actually doing it. Both rooms tailored to the twins. She may not be able to give them everything but what she could do, she tended to go overboard.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing, looking at the time she hadn't realized 10 minutes had gone by. Grabbing her file, she headed to Sam's office knocking on the door and waiting for him to answer.
"We got a new contract with that old museum on fifth. They want to restore it. Which probably means to do all repairs and get new lighting. Also check for mold and things like that." Sam paused as he read more of the files from this week. "So, Mike, you need to send out a construction crew and figure out what needs to be done. But I want you to be thorough. The building is like 40 years old, so expect the unexpected."
"Yea, that won't be a problem." Mike said looking over the paperwork for the project.
"And Blaine, I need you to work the numbers and budget once we get a full report on what needs to be done and what the owners want to do."
After two full weeks of running this company, Sam was settled into the position. He may have stepped on a few toes, but his father always told him that if everyone is happy, then you're not doing your job. You just can't please everyone and sometimes you have to make the tough decisions. So demoting some people to make room for some, was just something he had to do. He needed to be surrounded by people he trust and would never steer him wrong. Mike and Blaine were those people and Sam has no plans on replacing anyone else, so he hopes that the morale of the company would go up.
He met Mike in college. They rushed the same fraternity, and just bonded. Mike was one of the only people he clicked with. They did everything together, from partying, playing football, double dates, and pranks. Their friendship stayed in tack. Sam was the one who introduced Mike to his wife Jane. He met Jane through Quinn at her Soror's party, and got to know her. Mike had just had a bad break up and he thought Jane would be a good distraction. He had no idea that they would fall in love and get married right after graduation. And Sam couldn't see a better match. Mike didn't do the whole "only marry an asian" his parents tried to push on him. He went with his heart and he has never seen him so happy. But Sam knows that Mike is the exception and just because he is happy, doesn't mean that it would turn out that way for Sam if he decided to just do what he wanted.
Blaine was a different story. Blaine and Sam were basically friends since the womb. Their mothers grew up together and were the best of friends. Their families did everything together. Sam was the first one Blaine came out to when they were freshmans in high school, and that made their friendship grow stronger. When Blaine came out to his parents in college, they disowned him and stopped paying for his school. Sam decided to use some of his trust to pay for Blaine's education unbeknownst to his parents. And when Sebastian, Blaine's ex broke up with him in the most humiliating way, Sam was right there. They were thick as thieves and Sam loved Blaine as a brother. These two got their position because they were who Sam trusted the most.
His mother suggested giving the two employees he demoted another position, but Sam doesn't have time to think about that. And besides, he may have demoted their title, but he let their pay and benefits stay the same. So he really didn't see the big deal.
"Anyway, enough business. How is the soon to be Mrs?" Blaine asked, making Sam get out of his head and focus on the conversation in front of him. Sam was always amazed at how Blaine could change the topic from work to personal with the snap of a finger. But he guesses that's how a chameleon works. And that is what he considered Blaine.
"Quinn is fine. We're supposed to be having a laid back weekend."
"Oh, Quinn didn't tell you?" Mike asked, his gaze laced with confusion. We are going to Palm Springs this weekend. The four of us. She said she cleared your schedule so we can enjoy the weekend which includes Monday apparently."
Sam could feel some form of headache coming on as he checked his phone for any messages from her. But of course there was none. "Doesn't Jane have to work? And don't you have to work? Is Jane okay with this?" Sam only asked because when it came to Jane and Quinn, Jane was more of the responsible one. And can normally talk Quinn out of making rash decisions.
"Jane is off, and so am I… Well I took off. My assistant has my numbers in case she needs me for any reason."
"But I just started being CEO, how does it look for me taking off a day already?"
"Sam, just say you have business to conduct elsewhere. It's not far fetched at all." Blaine chimed in. "You need this little break. A breather. Just go and unwind."
"Yea, and plus isn't this you and Quinn's anniversary? You don't want to upset her. You two have a good thing going on. Jane and I always used to talk about how we wanted to be like you two."
Sam tuned out Mike for a minute to check his calendar. Sure enough, their four year anniversary was tomorrow. How did he forget?
"When are you going to pop the question anyway. We have a pool going on, and I'm losing money." Blaine was shameless.
That was the question on everyone's mind. When are Sam and Quinn tying the knot. It would be the wedding of the decade. He knows he will have to do it soon because Quinn is already talking about her aging and not wanting to be an old bride. He already has the ring, he is just looking for the right time, place, and words. Things take time, granted they have been dating for four years now. He should be excited about the prospect of marrying her, so he has no idea why he is stalling. He is starting to hate family dinners though. Everyone is just talking about marriage and engagements and Sam just wants to breathe. But he guesses he shouldn't be surprised. This is the kind of life that Sam should be used to. When every aspect of your life is determine by image and money, and not by passion.
But to the outside world, Sam has no reason to not love his life, so he will just be grateful for what he has and make the best of if it. Who else can say that at thirty, they were running a multi-million dollar company, dating a beautiful woman that any man would be lucky to have, and is part of one of the most wealthiest family in the city? From the outside looking in, he has won the lottery.
Hearing the knock on the door, brought him back to reality. "Come in." Sam didn't have to look up to know that it was Mercedes that walked in. Being his assistant, everyone had to go through her in order to come near his office. "What can I do for you Mercedes?"
Mercedes walked into the office trying to act as if she wasn't slightly eavesdropping, heels clicking against the Marble floor. Since it was friday, she dressed down. Casual Friday was implemented a year ago and so she often wore Jeans or casual pants with heels. Today was no different and she wore a pair of hip hugging dark blue jeans, and a silk red top, the black heels added to the look giving her height and a stylish edge. Her hair fell over her shoulders in waves and the natural makeup pulled her look together. Walking towards Sam smiled sweetly.
"Mr. Anderson, Mr. Chang, good to see you again. Mr. Evans I have the completed file for the project here, Artie said that he will get you the projection numbers by the end of the day. Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?" She asked placing the files on the desk.
"Thank you Mercedes. Just put it on that pile right there and I'll get to it when I can." He honestly has no time for a weekend get away because he has deadlines approaching, and meetings to prepare for.
Both Mike and Blaine declined the offer for any drinks.
"Mercedes, can I ask you a question?" Sam cut his eyes to Blaine wondering what the hell he was up to. "Are you dating anyone?"
Sam's eyes traveled to Mercedes and he couldn't stop them from trailing up her body. She looked really good and she was only jeans and a shirt, but you couldn't deny her natural beauty. Since working here, he always took notice of Mercedes and her attire and always thought that she had the business sexy look down. But before he got caught, Sam looked back down to the work in front of him just so his eyes had something to look at.
Mercedes nodded at their answers, them not wanting anything to drink. Placing her hair behind her ears, she was about to turn away when Blaine stopped her. She gave him her attention, but frowned slightly at the question her guard going up immediately. "Ummm no sir I am not. Why do you ask?"
"Well first off, you looked far too beautiful to be single. But let's say you were dating someone that had a high stressed job, don't you think they deserve a little r&r every once in awhile?"
The guard that went up has slightly gone down at the compliment. She smiled softly. "Oh, well thank you Mr. Anderson, but uh Mj and Maddie keep me to busy for that. But yes, its important to enjoy time off and the little things in life. Its too short to work nonstop with no fun. When Mary was here I made sure she was out the door every Friday by 2pm, she and Dwight had a standing date. Everyone needs to unwind sometimes." She looked at Sam. "Oh that's my thoughts at least." She added softly.
"Enough with the Mr. Anderson. I am not that prick. Blaine is just fine. Are Maddie and Mj your kids?"
"Blaine, enough." Sam turned to Mercedes. "You don't have to answer any of his questions Mercedes.
"What? I'm just getting to know your assistant who by the way made an excellent point." Blaine turned back to Mercedes. "So you were able to get Mary out by 2 every Friday? Hmm, maybe you should do that with Sam. He definitely needs it."
Mercedes looked over to Sam as he spoke before glancing back at Blaine. "Its okay, I don't mind answering, and okay Blaine, no they aren't my children, they are my younger siblings and twins. And yes, she wanted to make sure that she and her husband enjoyed their time, plus sometimes Stacy had dance or Stevie had something and she wanted to make sure she was there. If Mr. Evans would like my help I don't mind. From what I can tell he is such a hard worker and gives just as much or more than he expects from his staff. Great Bosses like that need time off." She said looking back over to Sam, they may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but she respected how hard Sam worked.
Sam blushed a bit at her words. He was sure she thought of him as a hard ass who had no fun. Blaine on the other hand was enjoying being right and he was sure going to throw it in Sam's face later. "Hard worker you say? Well Mercedes has spoken, and we are in agreement that you should take off and come back Tuesday."
"Can we get back to work and not discuss my weekend plans please."
"Sam, lighten up. It's Friday. You know, TGIF. Why are you so moody?" Sam sighed at Mike and ran his hands over his face.
"Mercedes, is there a way you can clear my schedule for me on Monday?"
Mercedes watched the guys banter and smiled thinking back to her and her friends. "Sure thing Mr. Evans I can make sure that your meetings are moved from Monday to Tuesday." She was about to go take care of his schedule but stopped and turned back towards the men. "How long have you guys known each other? I don't mean to pry, I only ask because my trio and I sound exactly like you three when we get together."
"I've known Sam since I was born literally. Like he was born three days before me and our mothers were best friends. People say they planned on getting pregnant together. Of course my mom didn't know her son would turn out to be gay, but that's besides the point."
Mike chuckled at Blaine's dramatics before answering. "I met both Blaine and Sam in college. Sam and I rushed the same fraternity and been thick as thieves ever since."
"I'm still trying to figure out if that is a blessing or curse." Sam jokes.
"Blessing or curse? I'm the best thing that has ever happen to you. Don't deny it." Blaine winked at Sam before turning back to Mercedes.
"If your friends are like us, we should definitely hang out one of these days. Imagine the fun."
Mercedes glanced at Blaine and shook her head, she could tell the way he said what he did, his mom didn't support him. She wanted to say something but didn't feel like it was her place. So she just kept her comment to herself, not saying anything about it. Smiling she nodded. "Trust me friends like that are the best. Kurt and I met in the first grade. He gave me his pudding cup and we just became friends. Santana and Britt, they are the other two and married, we met in Middle school." She sucked her lips into her mouth realizing that she was talking a lot. "I am sorry, you guys didn't want to know all that about me. Sometimes I just talk a lot."
"Oh, don't be sorry. We're new here and getting to know our co-workers is a must." Mike chimed in.
"Mercedes hang back for a bit." Sam turned to Mike and Blaine. "I have work to do if I want to get out of here at a decent time. So if you two don't mind getting back to work and to stop harassing my assistant, I would greatly appreciate it."
"Okay man. But the plane is leaving at eight. So don't be late." Mike knew how Quinn got when Sam was late and he was trying to help him out.
"I'll be fine."
"Okay. We get the hint. Enjoy your day Mercedes." Blaine smiled at them both before heading out.
Mercedes watched Sam's friends leave started to leave and she moved over to the door, she just couldn't let him go without speaking up, it was her own curse and she knew it. She went to the door, opening it for them, doing her part as Sam's assistant but when Blaine walked by, she turned towards him lowering her voice slightly. "Mr And- I mean Blaine, I just-," She swallowed knowing she might be crossing a line. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened with your mom. My best friends came out to me before their parents and so I know how hard that must have been for you, and it may not be any of my business, but anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are, doesn't deserve to be in your life." She gave him a soft smile before moving over to Sam, she probably should have kept her comment to herself but that wasn't her style.
As the two of them left, Sam let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He loved his friends but sometimes they needed to stop meddling.
Mercedes lifted her notepad and pen. "Okay I am ready when you are." She said to Sam, curious as to why he wanted her to stay.
"Okay, so I need to get off early because I just found out that I'm also dropping Stevie and Stacy at your house and now I have a flight to catch at eight. Even though is a private plane. So I need to do as much as I can in the next four hours. So clear any meetings and push them back to Tuesday. Order lunch from that new place that opened last week, and hold all of my calls unless it's from my siblings. That includes Quinn, and my parents." Sam loved them, but he didn't need to be any more stressed out then he already was. "Any questions?"
Listening to Sam's words she glanced up at him, slightly confused. "Wait- you are coming to my home? Why didn't your mom just ask me to pick them up? She knows I don't mind." Mercedes wasn't sure how she felt about Sam knowing where she lived. It wasn't anything against him, it was just weird. It seemed, she didn't know but it didn't seem like something she didn't want him to know about her.
"They were spending the day with Quinn, so she figured that we could drop them off I guess. I'm not sure. But I got the text from Quinn when Blaine and Mike were budding in your business. Is that a problem?"
Mercedes shook her head no. "Um No sir that shouldn't be a problem at all. The twins are excited to see Stevie and Stacy again it has been about 2 weeks." Shaking off her negative thoughts she moved closer to his desk. "Did you want the same order as yesterday? Or did you want to try something new?" She said opening her phone app so she could start his order.
"The same order is fine. Though this time make sure my steak is medium well and not well done. Oh and order yourself something because I don't think I will be able to let you go out for your lunch today."
"Oh okay Mr. Evans got it and I will make sure one of the interns pick this up ASAP. Will there be anything else? Do you need any help with the proposal? I helped your mom put it together so I am familiar with it."
Sam rolled his eyes. Everyone wanted to feel more important than they are. "Unless you have two master's degrees, and your own office, than no you can't help me. Just do the task I assigned you and we'll be good." Sam had another thought. "Actually, you can go and get the Adams account, and Markle account, and then man the desk. Can you handle that?"
Mercedes stared at him for a moment, "Wow, okay." She stood tall moving towards the door. Just when she thought he might have been a decent guy, he had to go back and act like an ass. He continued speaking and she chewed her bottom lip to stop herself from speaking. It was intern work, but she knew this was Sam's way of putting her back in her place. "Right away Mr. Evans." She said bitterly as she exited his office. As much as she wanted to put him in his place. She needed this job and didn't trust that Sam wouldn't fire her.
"Quinn! What's taking you so long?" Sam figured since she was a stickler for time, that she would have been ready to go as soon as he came home. But nope she isn't. Normally he wouldn't mind, but he had to go and drop off Stevie and Stacy and he didn't want to drop them off late. Plus he was tired and was looking forward to unwinding a bit.
"Sam, we were supposed to be there a half an hour ago. What's taking her so long?" Stevie was just as impatient as Sam.
"Relax. Women take longer because we have to make up our face. Cut Quinn some slack. How else do you think she looks like a supermodel all the time?"
Sam didn't know if Stacy was serious or being sarcastic. He figured the former because Stacy loved Quinn like a sister and the two got along really well. "Stevie, we will leave soon, just be a bit patient."
Before he could go upstairs to see what was going on with her, Quinn finally graced them with her presence looking like a vision in her baby blue dress that came right up to her knees and her open toe heels. He hair just curled and lying on her shoulder. She went light with the makeup, but it still made her eyes pop. Even though Sam complained about her tardiness, he does appreciate the end result.
"Okay, I'm ready. After being out all day with your siblings, I had to take a shower and do my makeup and pack our bags. A woman's job is never done. So are you guys ready?"
Stevie rolled his eyes and headed out to the car. He didn't know why girls cared so much about how they looked. Stacy and his mother was the same way. He would never understand girls. Stacy smiled at Quinn and followed her brother out. She was always told that no matter what, you always had to look your best. So she didn't fault Quinn at all for taking her time.
Sam took the bags that were in the foyer and headed out to their waiting Dark Adriatic Blue 2018 Cadillac Escalade. Sam loved that SUV. It was his baby. He handed the bags over to their driver Fnn and waited for Quinn to get in before handing the piece of paper with Mercedes address to him. "Just plug it in the GPS," he said before getting into the SUV. He already saw that Stevie and Stacy were messing with the TVs that were in the back of the seats. He hoped they made themselves comfortable because Mercedes place is about a good forty-five minutes away which means that the kids will be an hour and fifteen minutes late.
"Okay Jane text me. They're at the plane already. How far do we have to go to drop off Stevie and Stacy?"
"It's about 45 minutes out."
"Sam, why are you going so far out of the city? Like the air strip is only 15 minutes away."
"My mom asked and you know I barely tell her no. Besides they were with you all day. It only makes sense for us to take them. Why did you get ready so late?"
"We went shopping and out to eat and time got away from us."
"Well just sit back and enjoy the car ride. And tell Mike and Jane we will be there as soon as we can."
Quinn text Jane that they would be there in an hour and half at most. She just said they were running behind schedule.
Sam had closed his eyes and before he knew it, the car stopped.
Mercedes walked around the living room, making sure that everything was set up for the sleepover. On top of Stacy and Stevie, Mercedes had 6 other kids coming over. Maddie was in the den going over the music and movie choices while Mercedes and Miles were filling up water balloons and water guns. The boys had a water fight planned during the night, it started a month ago when they declared war on the neighbors, then each other. Mercedes couldn't keep up on who the enemy was, she just knew they were going to have fun.
She glanced at the time and sighed, wondering if Sam had forgotten he was supposed to drop off the kids. She placed the last balloon in the bucket, when Santana walked into the room carrying the mani/pedi kit for the girls.
"You know if I wanted to do manual labor I would have stayed my ass at home and put together that bookshelf I am making Kurt's friend do tomorrow."
"Tana the kids appreciate you helping out."
"Please I am only over here because you said your boss was dropping off baby Evans clan and I want to get a good look at him. Kurt said even though he was a complete ass to you, that he was hot."
Mercedes lifted the bucket, moving it to the back door. "Look Sam is whatever he is but he is also engaged so I don't look at him like that."
"Uh huh like I believe that, you and i both know that real eye candy doesn't matter if it's attached or not. Hell people still check me out and I let them, all this sexy is too good for them not too."
Mercedes shook her head with a laugh. The house was buzzing with chatter, the girl's running back and forth laughing and the boys outside mapping out their teams. Mercedes threw her hair in a messy bun and walked back into the kitchen with Santana on her heels. She had changed as soon as she got home, putting on a pair of grey yoga pants and an oversized tee that hung over her right shoulder.
Miles ran into the kitchen. "Mercy are they here yet?"
Mercedes shook her head. "Not yet but soon."
"Is the pizza ready for us to add our toppings?"
Mercedes smiled. "Almost greedy, I am making them now. I know what Stacy and Stevie want so I can make theirs."
She took out the dough and began to roll out the pizza. "You go tell everyone to wash their hands so they can make their own pizza."
"Mr. Evans, we're at your destination."
"Thank you Finn."
"Sam, is this the projects? Why would Stevie and Stacy be having play dates here? It's so unbecoming."
"That's my cue to get out of the car." Stevie said with a bored expression. Sam got out so he could let the twins out, but before Stevie stepped out, he turned back to Quinn. "Money isn't everything you know."
"Says the boy who just had to have a pair of sneakers that cost over three hundred dollars." Quinn muttered under her breath.
Sam walked them up to the door and rang the doorbell.
Mercedes had turned on the music, allowing it to fill the house, once the kids got settled she and Santana would settle back and drink some wine while they gossiped or talked or just laughed. The doorbell rang and Miles and Madison jumped up excitedly.
"I got it!" Miles said running to the door, while the other kids gathered around the Island making their pizza.
"Look through the peephole first Miles!"
Mercedes said as she and Santana started singing along to Destiny's Child "Independent women." As they helped the other kids.
Miles ran to the door, looking through the peephole before opening. "We didn't think you guys were gonna make it! We are in the kitchen making Pizza."
He didn't even notice Sam, just pulled Stevie and Stacey into the kitchen figuring the man with them would shut the door.
Sam watched as Stevie and Stacy left him at the door. He was going to just turn around to the car, but decided to at least make sure they are good before he headed out. He walked into Mercedes place and closed the door behind him. He went in the direction of Stacy's blonde ponytail. When he got to the kitchen, he couldn't believe how loud it was and cramped, and how good it smelled.
"Um, excuse me. Mercedes." he said softly, but when she didn't acknowledge him, he repeated himself a bit louder. "Mercedes!"
Mercedes was in the middle of her dance break, which included shaking her hips to the music when she heard her name being called. Turning she was shocked to see Sam standing in her kitchen. Swallowing hard she shook off her moment of embarrassment by drying her hands on the dish towel.
"Sam? Oh hey! Sorry we were just making pizza. Hey guys!" She said moving to hug Stacey and then Stevie. "You pizza is all ready for you to add your toppings so wash your hands then have at it."
She moved away from the island and over to Sam. "Thanks again for bringing them by. They will be in great hands."
Sam nodded at her. He knew they would be in good hands because his mother doesn't just trust anyone with her kids.
"Yea, sorry we're late. We were running a little behind schedule. And if you need to get in contact with someone you would have to call my parents because I'll be gone for the weekend." Sam took a good look at Mercedes and chuckled a bit. "Oh, and by the way, you have some dough on your cheek. Looks good though," he said teasing.
"No problem, Trust me I get it." She said knowing the struggle of getting kids out on time. "I remember, you are supposed to be relaxing and enjoying your weekend." Sam laughed at her and she immediately lifted her hand to her face wiping. "Did I get it?"
"Uh, no. You actually put more on there." Sam pulled out his clean handkerchief and wiped the smudges from her cheeks. He didn't move his hand right away because there was something about her and he didn't know what it was. One minute he was cold and uncaring towards her, but then the next he was enamored with her. And of course that was a problem all on it's own.
His hand raised to her face and she was shocked her was even helping her, she stared at him as he wiped the dough and smiled as her eyes caught his. He was an enigma to her, she usually could figure people out but Sam, he was not one of them. She barely knew what he was thinking let alone how to act around him.
"Ahem!"
Mercedes thoughts were halted as the clearing of the throat caught her attention, she turned to see Santana staring at them.
"What's going on here?"
Mercedes ran her hands through her hair. "Oh nothing, Mr. Evans was just dropping the kids off and he noticed I had something on my face." She said quickly. Why did it feel like they had just been caught doing something wrong? She cleared her own throat. "Speaking of which you should be going, I know you have a flight to catch."
Sam removed his hands right away and put them in his pocket. He didn't know what was going on with him, but he needed to get a grip. "I do. And Quinn is waiting in the car. My mom will probably pick the kids up tomorrow. But you have her contact information I'm sure." Sam glanced at the girl standing next to Mercedes before glancing back. "I guess I'll see you on Tuesday." He turned and headed out to his waiting car. When he got to his car, he glanced back at the house once more before getting in. He needed to relax and hopefully this weekend will let him do that.
As Sam left Mercedes went back to helping the kids, but could feel Santana's eyes on her. "What?"
"Yes, exactly what? Like what the hell did I just walk in on?"
Placing the finished Pizza's into the oven Mercedes shook her head, "Nothing, nothing at all."
Folding her arms, Santana leaned against the wall. "Yeah that didn't look like nothing, that man was oozing pure sex and you were lapping it up like you ain't have your thirst quenched in a long time."
"Okay first of all, stop there are kids around and second. Drop it."
"Drop it? This is the juiciest thing that has happened since Kurt dumped Elliot."
"Santana, drop it, you are looking for something that isn't there."
Pushing off against the wall, Santana laughed. "Uh huh."
"Can you just help me finish up here, please?"
Mercedes was doing her best, trying not to let her mind wonder, whatever just happened between her and Sam was nothing more than him helping her out. That's all it was and all it could be, they were from two completely different words not to mention he was practically engaged. She closed her eyes still feeling his hand on her face again but shook it off. He was her boss and that was all he was ever gonna be.