DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN GLEE.

LINDSEY-GAGE GOLIGHTLY

BRENT-LUKE BILYK

THIS CHAPTER MAY SUCK BUT HOPE YOU ENJOY IT :)

Mercedes was sitting in her office biting down on her pen. Groaning for the umpteenth time as she looked over her paperwork. She had promise Maverick that she would be home by three and it was now five thirty. She threw down her glasses and placed her hands over her face. And to make things worst, she couldn't stop thinking about Sam. She smiled a little as she thought back to their conversation in the kitchen. When she came back to work this morning, she had found out the he was working at the firm that they have been in rival with for years. Hearing her door open she spun around in her chair and sighed, "I'm sorry honey." She said as she took in his face.

Maverick shrugged as he sat his book bag down on the floor and laid down on the couch she had in her office, "It's okay." He said closing his eyes.

Mercedes smiled at him. She knew that he would be sleep in any minute. Turning back to her computer, "How was school?"

"Fine." He let out a prolonged breath, "Are you coming to my game Friday?"

"Of course I'm coming." She looked back at him, "Why would you ask that?" She was a little confused, she never missed one of his games before so it puzzled her to why he would think she would missed this one.

"Because you look like you're busy." He said matter of factly. When he came into her office, he saw the stacks of papers she had laying on her desk.

"Never to busy for you. You always come first, no matter what."

Maverick smiled at her, "Okay." He laid his head down on the pillow, quickly drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

She smiled at him and turned back around. Hearing her phone ring she placed it on speaker, "Yes Lindsey?"

"You have a call on Line 1. It's Sam Evans..like the Sam Evans from our rival firm."

"Send him through."

"Are you sure?" She asked with a confused look on her face.

"Yes Lindsey I'm sure." She shook her head at the girl.

Lindsey huffed and clicked the button.

Mercedes took it off of speaker phone and picked up the phone.

"Well hello Ms. Jones."

Mercedes smiled when she heard his voice, "Mr. Evans. What can I do for you?"

Sam smirked, "Well Ms. Jones, I thought a lot about our conversation from Saturday.."

"Yeah.."

"And I was wondering, if you would like to go out on a date?" Sam asked hopeful.

"Mm, I don't think so. I can't be seen on date with the enemy."

"Oh come on Mercedes." Sam said leaning back in his chair, "I will make it worth your while."

Mercedes chewed on her bottom lip to stop her smile that was growing, "Fine.."

Sam underestimated the power of the fist bump as he fell backwards in the chair.

Mercedes frowned up when she heard a crash, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..yeah, I'm fine." He said getting up from the ground, "Is tomorrow night okay?"

"That's fine." She twirled her finger around the cord, "I'll text you my address."

"You don't have my number."

"Oh trust me Mr. Evans, I have my ways." She smiled as she hung up the phone.

Sam looked at the phone with a goofy smile displaying on his face.

Mercedes was standing on her tippy toes looking in the mirror as she ran the mascara brush over her lashes, giving them long strokes for a thicker effect. Once she was done, she headed to her bed while untying her robe, she grabbed her strapless black dress and slid it on. Looking in the mirror, she smooth down the fabric that hugged her curves perfectly. Hearing the doorbell ring she walked over and opened her bedroom door, "Maverick get the door." She yelled down the stairs."

Maverick was sitting in the living room with Brent playing video games. He stood up from the couch and headed to the front door. Opening it up, he looked at the man with a frown, "Come in." He stepped aside and let him through.

Sam looked at the young man with smile, "You must be Maverick?" He held out his hand for him to take.

Mav looked at his hand and shook it, "Yes sir, I am." He scanned his face again, "How about we go to the living room so we can talk."

"Sure." Sam said nervously as he followed behind him, instantly knowing what this was about.

"Look I'm going to make this quick." He said looking him straight in the eyes, "Don't hurt her. I love my mom to death and I'll be damn if I let anyone hurt her. You seem like a cool guy but I'm not going to let that cloud up my judgement on you."

Sam was impressed. He could tell that he really cared about his mom and would kill anyone who would hurt her, "I promise I'm not going to hurt her and plus this is just one date. She might kick me to the curb after this." Sam smirked.

Maverick laughed, "You may be right. She is a tough cookie."

"You better not be talking bad about me Mav." She said as she came down the stairs.

They turned to her and Sam's mouth dropped.

"Damn." Sam and Brent muttered in unison.

"I'm not mama, I'm just making sure he's a good guy." He smiled up at her, "You look really bea-" He started but was interrupted by his friend

"Beautiful." He winked at her. "You know Ms. Jones, you could always ditch white bread over here and get with me." Brent waggled his eyebrows.

Mercedes rolled his eyes at him. She walked over and hit him upside his head. "First of off, you're white too Brent. Second, I'm old enough to be your mother and third..that's just disgusting."

Maverick hit Brent upside his head, "You asshole."

"What?" He looked at him, "I'm just being honest. Your mom is hot." He mumbled as he went back to sit down.

Mercedes shook her head and turned to her son, "I should be back by ten." She kissed his cheek, "Love you."

"Love you too." He watched as Sam nodded in his direction.

Sam closed the door behind her, "Well Ms. Jones, you look incredible tonight." He said as he opened the door for her.

"Thank you." She took his hand and steeped into the car.

"No problem." He closed the door then went to the other side. Hopping in, he looked over at her and smiled. Turning on the engine, he pulled out of the driveway and drove on.

After they had a nice dinner by the beach, Sam and Mercedes both decided that they didn't want the night to end just yet. So they walked down the boardwalk that led them right into the sand.

Mercedes slid off her heels and held them in her right hand.

"So.." Sam said as he leaned forward and grabbed her hand, "Tell me a little bit more about yourself."

"What would you like to know, Mr. Evans?" She asked as she swung their hands.

"Anything."

Mercedes sighed, "Well, like I said before I grew up in Lima. I was adopted when I was two." She said quietly.

"Really?"

"Mhm." She tucked her hair behind her ear, "I told you I had my son when I was young. Too young actually."

"Right..where's his Dad?" He shook his head when he saw her demeanor change, "I'm sorry that was a personal.."

"No it's okay." She chewed softly on her lip, "He died when Mav was three..so I've basically have raised him by myself for thirteen years." She blinked back her tears, "I was a kid raising a kid."

"From what I have seen, you have done an amazing job." He said truthfully looking down at her.

"Thank you. How about you?"

"I was born and raised in Tennessee, I have two younger siblings and.." He coughed a little, "I have a daughter."

"Really?" She looked up at him as he nodded his head, "How old is she?"

"She just turned six a few days ago."

"Does she live with you?"

"Umm, no." He mumbled as ran his fingers through his hair, "She lives with her mom."

Mercedes took in the sadness in his voice. She wanted to ask him more about it but decided against it.

"So." He started as he stopped and stood in front of her, "Are you going to tell me why you became a lawyer?"

Mercedes smirked at him as she let his hand go. Walking pass him, "Maybe on the second date."

Sam cocked a brow at her, "Second date?"

"Mhm." She turned around and started to walk backwards, "I kind of want to get to know you some more Evans."

Sam smiled at her, "I think I can make that happen." He ran back up to her, "Because I really do like you Jones."

Mercedes smiled up at him. They walked the beach for a couple more minutes before they headed out. They had a light conversation as Sam drove Mercedes back home. Pulling up into her driveway, he shut off the engine and got out the car to open the door for her.

"Thank you."

"No problem." Sam said as he closed the door. Stuffing his hands in his pocket as he walked behind her to her door, he stood in front of her as she stopped, "I had a really nice time."

"Me too." She said as she played with the end of her hair, not knowing why she got nervous all of a sudden.

Sam moved a little closer to her, moving her hair out of her face, he held her cheek as he leaned down and captured her lips in a fiery, passionate kiss.

Mercedes moved her lips gradually against his. Letting out a soft moan, she pulled back licking her lips, "Goodnight Mr. Evans." She smiled at him and opened the door.

Sam was still in his lustful haze, "Night Ms. Jones." He watched as she closed her door. Turning around he let out a happy sigh as he walked to his car.

Mercedes leaned against the closed door. Pushing off she walked into the living room, "SHIT." She jumped when she saw the light come on. Looking over she saw Maverick sitting down with Reece beside him, "What the hell, Mav?"

"It's 10:08." Mercedes rolled her eyes at him, "Did you have fun?" He asked taking in her smudge lipstick.

"I did." She walked over to him and kissed his forehead, "Don't stay up too late you have school in the morning, Goodnight love."

He watched her walk up the stairs. Sighing he stood up from the couch and headed to the kitchen.

Mercedes was sitting in the stands waiting for the game to start. She had gotten a text from Santana letting her know that her and Brittany was almost there. Sighing, she looked out towards the field and watched the boys warm up. She let her mind wonder of to her date with Sam the other night. She really did like him. It has been so long since she had that warm feeling in her heart and she had to admit, it felt really good. Looking down when she saw her phone ringing she smiled at the name, "Would it be weird to say I was just thinking about you?" She said into the receiver.

"No, it wouldn't be weird because I was doing the same."

Mercedes hid her smile in her hand, "What are you doing?"

"Paperwork."

"On a Friday night?"

"Yes. I have to be on my A game. I want to be like you when I grow up." Sam smirked through the phone.

Mercedes let out a laugh, "I'm glad you look up to me."

Sam bit his lip, "What are you doing?"

"I'm at Maverick's game."

"I have to ask..Are you like one of those mom's who get pissed if somebody hits him too hard?" Sam asked teasingly.

"Damn right I am."

Sam laughed, "That's cute."

You're cute she thought. Out the corner of her eye she saw Santana and Brittany coming, "I should go..the game is about to start."

"Okay..I'll talk to you later?" He asked more as a question than a statement.

"We'll see." She smiled as she hung up her phone, sliding it back into her purse. She stood up and gave Brittany a hug, "Hey love."

"Hey Cedes." She kissed her cheek as she sat down.

Santana hugged Mercedes as she sat down by Britt, "How was your date with fish lips?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes at the nickname, "It's was fine. We went out to dinner and took a walk on the beach."

"How romantic." Brittany said.

"Did you get it in?" Santana asked bluntly.

Mercedes gasped, "Santana! It was one date."

"I know but still.." She looked around before she whispered, "You haven't had sex in like over a decade, I know you're sexually frustrated. Hell I would be too."

"Oh my god, can we not talk about my sex life?"

"What the hell you mean sex life? It's non-existent anyways."

Mercedes frowned at her, "Lets just watch the game." She didn't know why it was such a big deal. Sex was not in her top priorities right now. So what if she haven't had any in awhile, she had more important things to worry about than just getting a quick lay.

Midway through the game she felt her phone vibrating. She pulled it out of her purse and answered it, "Mercedes Jones."

"Um, hi Mercedes."

"Yes Lindsey."

"Look, I know your off tonight because of Maverick's game but we need you to come into the office."

"What? Why?"

"Laura needs you on this case immediately. I'm so sorry Mercedes, I know you how you put your son before everything. But I'm just the messenger here." She bit down on her lip.

Mercedes grunted placing her head in her hands, "It can't wait?"

Santana looked at her and sighed knowing what was going on.

"No. I'm sorry."

"I'll be there in thirty minutes." She hung up the phone. Looking over to them, "I have to go."

"I figured. We'll let him know." Santana said.

"Thank you." She got up from the seat grabbing her purse and walked down the steps. She unlocked her car and got in. He is going to be pissed at me she thought before she pulled off.

A/N. Think Samcedes is moving too fast? Don't worry things are going to go slow between the two and it's going to be so worth it. The second date will be more detailed than this one was. We will find out what is going on with Sam's baby mama & you guys will know how Maverick's father died also. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me, I promise I don't bite. :)