Sam rolled over, adjusted his 'Franks and beans', and sighed. The feeling of a warm breath tickling the hairs of his beard made him smile as his eyes remained closed. He slightly frowned as the pungent breath continued to assault his nose. Damn Mercedes, your morning breath is deadly. He thought to himself as he tried to hold his breath, but failed miserably after a few seconds. I guess every beautiful woman has some kind of flaw…I'll just pop a tic-tac in her mouth as she sleeps next time. The sound of a low growl finally forced him to open his eyes and he found himself staring into the large brown eyes of a Pomeranian. He made a face as the small dog licked the tip of his nose in a friendly gesture to say hello. "Ugh…"he laughed and wiped the drool with the back of his hand. The woman beside him stirred in her sleep. The blonde rolled over and wrapped his arm snuggly around her waist. Her body tensed at the contact and then slowly began to ease into the embrace.

"Mr. Evans…" She yawned, "…why are you spooning me?" Her body was sore from the very busy night they had, she could have handled one go at sex, but after the third time she needed a bit of a break.

He brushed his lips against the back of her neck, enjoying the feeling of the goose pimples that he had caused against his mouth. "I'm not spooning you, I'm trying to squeeze you to death….but I'm still tired from last night. So…" He grinned, "…It just feels like a hug." He pulled her closer to his chest and kissed her bare shoulder.

"A death hug?" She laughed and buried her face into the down filled pillow.

He nodded, "Exactly. A hug with a bit of darkness."

"Uh huh, I think your morning breath would be more sufficient in ending my life compared to your apparent …."She turned over on to her back and looked at him, "…death hug." He looked good, well more than good but she didn't want to admit that. His hair was disheveled, his beard was a bit thicker, and his lips were swollen and a deeper pink than before. "I still despise you…" She said softly, her eyes searching his face and landing on his lips.

"Mmm, yea you're the bane of my existence too." He grinned and leaned in to kiss her deeply, regardless if his breath smelled or not. They remained in the lip lock for a few minutes before Sam felt a heavy pressure trample happily over his erection. He lightly yelped and looked at the dog that was eyeing him and his owner. "Ow…" He groaned out. Mercedes laughed and pulled the dog in between them. She kissed the top of his head and grinned at Sam. "What?" He asked softly as he looked over her beautiful naked form. He wanted this to happen more. Every day in fact. He wanted to see this woman beside him as much as humanly possible, even if she annoyed the crap out of him.

"What is this?" She chuckled, "What are we doing? I mean…I should kick you out of my bed right now or something and all I want to do is offer you a bowl of some stale cereal." She shrugged, "It's kind of weird being with you like this, but not really…" She laughed and closed her eyes, "Does any of that make sense?"

Sam nodded and scratched behind the pup's ears, "It makes a lot of sense. I really like being here with you Mercedes…" They looked at each other for a moment before Mercedes leaned up to kiss him again. Right before their lips could connect, the sound of muffled vibrating came from the ground. Sam raised an eyebrow and gave her a curious look, "What do you have under the bed Ms. Jones?" She rolled her eyes and laughed.

"It's your cellphone."

Sam's eyes widened as he dove off of the bed to grab his phone from his jeans pocket. He missed the call but got a very annoyed voice-mail from one of the home owners he was working with. "Shit." He muttered standing up and grabbing his things. He sucked in a breath and sneezed three times in a row. "Sorry….I have to go." He felt a bit congested, but brushed it off. Mercedes sat up and watched him dress.

"No problem." She gave him a small smile, "last night was a lot of fun. Maybe we can piss each other off again sometime and do it again."

Sam shook his head, "No, the minute that my stomach can handle food again…since it's still a bit sensitive…." He gave her a pointed look, "By the way, how'd you get the brownies in the fridge anyway?"

Mercedes laughed, "I went to the home owners the night before and told them that I was your assistant." She winked, "People are awfully gullible."

Sam gave her an unimpressed look, "Ah. Anyway, I would like to take you out on a dinner date, if you know, you're into that kind of thing."

She squinted one eye at him as she thought it over, "Sure. That can work." She was a bit nervous about it, but as much as Sam had annoyed her and threw around some threats, he hadn't actually destroyed her career. "You're going to have to pay since your dog friend got me in trouble with the last home owners I worked with."

"If it's any comfort, Puck felt really bad about it after. He also fell off the roof that night and sprained a toe." He laughed.

Mercedes smiled. "Good."

Sam fixed his clothes and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "I hope no one talks to me on my way home. I didn't even brush my teeth." He grimaced and headed towards the door. Mercedes followed behind him naked as the day she was born. His eyes lingered for awhile and then he pulled her against his body for a moment, just hugging her. She returned the gesture and buried her face against his chest. He pulled away and sneezed again. "Jeese must be allergies."

"Maybe, get better and I'll see you soon." She wrapped her arms around herself and stepped behind the door as he opened it.

"Thanks." With that he left the apartment and headed out to speak to his clients.

Later that night Sam continuously coughed and sneezed, his head was boiling, but he felt ridiculously cold. He wrapped himself up in a warm blanket and shook as a headache pounded mercilessly at his head. His body had been hurting all day, but he assumed it had been from his night with Mercedes. Something was wrong, very wrong. He groaned and picked up his cell phone. "Crap…even my eyelashes are hurting." He croaked out as he dialed the familiar number. When she picked up the phone he sighed, "Hey ma, I'm not feeling too good. Can you swing by?"

Half an hour later, there she was with her thermometer, three cans of chunky soup, one can of chicken noodle soup, Buckley's flu and cold capsules, halls, Vicks vapor rub, and Neocitron. Sam eyed all the things she laid out on the kitchen table as he sat curled up in a blanket on the living room couch. "God ma, did you rob a CVS or something?" He glanced out the window in fear of approaching police sirens. The gray haired woman laughed and swatted the air.

"Don't be silly Samboni." He tried to smile at the childhood nickname, "I had all of these things home for your siblings, you know how sick your brother and sister get." She tutted as she made her way over to her eldest son and placed her hand on his forehead, "Oh baby you are burning up." Sam sighed as he watched her pop back into the kitchen and then come back out with two capsules and a glass of water. "Here chug these down."

"Thanks ma." He took the pills and attempted to get up, but his head began to sway as nausea overcame him. His mother wrapped her arm around his waist and helped into his bedroom, where he settled into bed. He immediately shut his eyes to stop the room from spinning and curled up into a fetal position which is how he slept for the rest of the night. He remembered waking up to use the bathroom and his mom continuously gave him medicine as well as tried to get him to eat some chicken broth, but it ultimately ended up in the toilet bowl. Everything else was a blur.

When his fever had finally broken, he rolled over and found his mom sitting on the bed reading a novel. There was a man with long hair and huge muscles on the cover. Sam noticed his mother was blushing and could only imagine what she was reading now. "Mom?" He croaked out, his voice dry and his throat sore. The older woman jumped and flung the book across the room. Both mother and son stared at the place it had landed.

"Oh my word you scared me hun." She chuckled nervously and placed her hand on his head again. He sighed under the cool touch and she grinned, "Good, you are getting much better now Samboni. Good thing you called me." Sam nodded and closed his eyes shut.

"Ma, what time is it?" He looked around for his phone and couldn't find it, which made him panic for a moment.

She looked at her watch and adjusted her glasses, "Oh it's 830." She said slowly, "My show's going to be on soon." He looked at her with a confused expression.

"830 am?" He inquired as he struggled to get up.

His mother laughed and shook her head, "Baby, you were really sick, you've been in and out of sleep for the last 24 hours or so." His eyes widened in shock. "Yea, I had to turn your phone off. It kept ringing off the hook."

"Shit." He groaned as he struggled to get up and ignored his mother's look of disapproval. "Sorry."

"Mhm, a nice woman called….Honda?...no Lexus?...hmmm Mercedes!" She smiled happily to herself, "She called to ask if you were going to a party or something along those lines. I told her you were sick and in no position to attend any parties today." His mother patted his arm reassuringly.

"Party?..." He mulled it over before his eyes grew big. He jumped out of bed as best as he could and ran into the living room to find his phone. It was on the coffee table. His mother slowly walked into the room concerned that he would keel over. "Shit shit shit…" He muttered under his breath as he looked at the missed calls. He put the phone to his ear and listened to the voicemails:

Well hey there blondie, Sue Sylvester here. Haven't heard from you in a bit and I wanted to let you know that the plan was good to go. Me and my boy toy Chang are going to end that young woman's career in a blink of an eye tonight. I can't tell you how excited I am to do this and I am so pleased at this scheme that it's on the house, which means no need to pay me back Ken. We'll plant the pictures in her purse at the company party tonight, she won't even know what's coming! Well, alright. Make sure to delete this voicemail, I can't afford to go back to jail. Well maybe it wouldn't be so bad….I'd be in charge again, they used to call me Amazon Queen and i-

Sam hung up the phone and dialed the number back multiple times, but to no avail. He looked at his mom with panic written all over his face. "Mom, I need you to drive me somewhere right now!"

Mercedes stepped into the party and greeted the people that she had previously met at parties before. She had piled her hair high on top of her head and wore a tight black dress that hugged her body perfectly like a glove, accentuating her ample bosoms. A part of her had hoped that Sam could have gone with her, but according to his mother he was very sick. It was a bit odd that a man in his thirties lived with his mother, but she figured she could look past that.

She held her purse to her side and watched the company's CEO talking to a few people across the room. She would try speaking to him after she grabbed something to eat from the buffet table. Her eyes surveyed the delicious treats when a very tall, blonde, older woman approached her with a smug look on her face. Mercedes couldn't remember seeing her before and assumed that she must have been new to the real estate world. "Well hey there." The woman smiled and stretched out her hand, "I'm Sue. Kind of a rookie around here, but I've heard a lot about you Mercedes Jones." She laughed and looked Mercedes over. Mercedes hesitantly shook the woman's hand and looked at her suspiciously.

"You've heard a lot about me?"

Sue nodded and adjusted her red dress before she grabbed herself a drink from a waiter who was passing by. The man looked her body up and down in an almost suggestive manner. Mercedes stared at the interaction between the attractive Asian man and the older woman. He was so enamoured with her that he accidentally walked into Mercedes with the drinks tray, spilling the contents down her dress. She jumped back in shock as the cold sticky champagne drenched the front of her dress. "I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed as he put the tray down and tried dabbing at her chest with napkins. Mercedes smacked his hand away from her. The woman named Sue pushed the man away and walked the younger woman towards the bathroom.

"What idiots they're hiring at this thing, you'd think that with all the money we rake in that they could afford to hire some Americans or something." Mercedes narrowed her eyes at the woman. "Here hand me your purse while you get cleaned up." The towering woman slightly pulled it off of Mercedes' shoulder and pushed her into the bathroom. She stared back at the closed door and wiped herself off with dampened towels. When she was finally done, she stepped back out to find the woman still standing there with the purse in her hands.

"Thank you." Mercedes said quietly as she grabbed the purse back from her. The blonde nodded and walked beside her even though she didn't typically want the company. If anything, she wanted to head home and just curl up in bed with her pup Louis.

"No problem Aretha,"

What?"

"Let's go talk to Roger." Sue steered Mercedes towards Roger Jacobson, the CEO. Mercedes stopped in her tracks and shook her head. This is not how she wanted him to see her.

"No! I'm heading home, excuse me." She tried to wrestle herself from the woman's grasp, but the taller female held on tightly.

"I'm sure he'd love to see you! He loves seeing everyone." Sue said through gritted teeth as she pushed Mercedes forward. "Come on." She hissed under her breath. By now people were staring at them and the commotion they were causing.

Mercedes fought back against the grip around her wrist, "Stop it!" She yelled. Sue grabbed her purse to pull Mercedes forward, by now the CEO was staring at them and approaching the conflict. With one final tug between the two, the purse went flying, the contents spilling everywhere. Everyone stared at the mess on the ground and the pictures that were scattered amongst the lip gloss, make-up brushes, keys, and change. Roger walked over, bent down, and picked up one of the pictures to stare at it.

"What in the world?" He looked at the two women.

Mercedes didn't know what was even on the picture, but she knew it wasn't hers. "That's not mine, I don't know who that belongs to." She shook her head and looked around in embarrassment. The man handed the picture over to Mercedes. She glanced down at it and furrowed her brow in confusion as she looked it over. The image was of a group of people dressed up in furry animal costumes who were performing some very interesting sexual acts.

Sue shook her head, "Oh yea, we got a Furry right here. I've heard of these kinds of acts before, but never met a real Furry in my life." Mercedes looked at her in shock, "uh huh, people who like getting off with other people while wearing large animal costumes." She made a disgusted expression, "Don't you get hot in those things?…oh my god I'm picturing the amount of stains on all that fur!"

"These are not mine! I've never seen this before in my life." Her lip began to quiver as she bent down to throw her things, excluding the pictures, back into her purse. Everyone stared at her, but refused to look her in the eye. She ran past the other agents and headed towards the front doors. The waiter who had spilled the drinks on her, smiled at her, and opened the door. She walked past him, but caught the whispered words he threw her way. "Sam sends his regards."

She looked back at him in horror before he closed the door in her face leaving her outside in the cool night. "Mercedes!" She heard her name and looked around as tears trickled down her face. Sam was hopping out of a car, wearing nothing but tennis shoes, pyjama pants, and a T-shirt. His nose was red and his eyes were puffy and rimmed. She stared at him for a long time. "Did…did you go inside already or..." Her eyes narrowed as more tears slid down her smooth cheeks. "Mercedes I-"

"Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't you ever come near me again." She hissed, "I knew you were capable of a lot of things Mr. Evans….but not this." She gave him one last dirty look before she turned on her heels and stormed away. He stood there silently as his mom watched him from the driver's seat. His phone vibrated in his hand, alerting him of a text message.

Sue Sylvester:

The deed is done.

9: 10 pm

A/N: One insane thing after another. This story is coming to a close, let me know what you think. Thanks for the reviews lovely people, they motivate me to keep on trucking.