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After dinner last night, Malcolm made sure to keep Sam away from Mercedes by taking him to the gym, and by the time they returned, she was already asleep. A part of her was relieved about it because as fun as it was to forget and just enjoy a man flirting, the damage from Jesse was done, and she knew Sam couldn't really want her.

Today, she met Santana and Quinn before heading over to the team gym to meet Mal. She would just throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but when Quinn said they would be grabbing lunch at Lafayette House. And after looking the place up and realizing you needed a reservation, she decided on a different look. So she pulled out a Camouflage Jumpsuit and sighed.

The last time she wore this, Jesse told her that she looked too familiar and needed to change before she embarrassed him. He didn't like her style and said it was too childish for him. She rolled her eyes as she zipped up the jumpsuit and let her hair fall over her shoulders in curls.

There was a knock at the door, and she knew it was the car that Malcolm had come to pick her up. He wouldn't let her drive his baby and, when she pouted, threw his driver at her. She still wanted to drive herself, but she would let her brother spoil her for now. Slipping into a pair of wedges, she made her way to the front door, using the spare key to lock it, and smiled.

"Hello Ms. Jones, my name is Rodrick, and I will be your driver today."

"Hi Rodrick, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said, following him to the car. "Do you drive my brother a lot?"

"My best friend Stevie and I went into business for ourselves, owning the most premier town car service in the surrounding three states, and when Malcolm called asking us to drive his sister around for the day, we both agreed it would be either Stevie or me who take you, luckily for me, Sam banned his brother from driving you around, so I got to do it."

"Wait? Sam's brother?"

Rodrick opened the car door for Mercedes. "Yes, it was Sam and Malcolm who took a chance on us two years ago. So when they call, we make sure we always have a car ready for them."

Mercedes smiled. "That is really amazing. I didn't know my brother did that kind of thing, also didn't know Sam had a brother."

"And a sister. But she's down South with the rest of their family." Rodrick said, shutting the door and getting into the driver's side.

"So, are you here for a visitor to stay?"

Mercedes looked out the window. "I am not sure…but Mal told me he would help me take care of whatever I needed, so I know I will be okay."

Rodrick nodded. "Well, the way your brother was talking, I know he would love to have you around more. I think the only reason they were okay with me taking you is because my girlfriend is pretty much the love of my life."

Mercedes laughed. "Oh, so I take it Stevie is single?"

"Yes, and he has that Evans Charm too, so double whammy."

Mercedes snorted. She could only imagine how Stevie was; if he was anything like Sam, then yeah, Mal keeping them apart made sense.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, he smiled. "I will be taking you to the stadium gym afterward, so just come out, and I will be here."

Mercedes nodded. "Can I get you anything?"

"Oh no, don't worry about it. Have fun."

Mercedes nodded and exited the car, and made her way inside. She looked around the restaurant and smiled as she spotted Santana. "San!" Mercedes said, moving to hug the Latina.

"Well, damn baby Jones, look at you; last time I saw you, you were still figuring out how to show off the sexy curves," Santana said, spinning Mercedes around to get a good look at her.

Mercedes blushed, shaking her head. "I swear you are a mess."

"It's the truth! You are gorgeous, and it's about damn time you started showing it off. And I love how you grew out your hair…damn, Malcolm is about to be a handful with you here, isn't he?"

"He is already a handful." Mercedes countered.

Santana smiled, looking at Quinn. "Quinn Fabray, let me introduce you to Mercedes Jones. She is a talented singer who refuses to share her talent with the world, but at least we finally get her curves."

"Nice to meet you," Quinn said, smiling at her.

"Nice to meet you too…so you are Mal's Manager?" Mercedes said, taking a seat.

Santana took a seat. "Yep, she manages both Malcolm and Sam, and I am their publicist, as you know."

"Wow… did he say why we were meeting?" She asked, already liking Quinn.

"Well, for one, he wants us to find you a condo and then take you shopping for new clothes and furniture. After that, he wants us to help you enroll in school and set up a meeting with a producer." Santana answered, looking over the crazy text Malcolm sent her.

"He also said something about a headshot," Quinn added, and Santana nodded.

Mercedes looked at them, confused. "I told him I was fine staying there with him… and Sam."

Quinn smirked, and Santana tried to stifle her laugh. "Hence him allotting one million to find you your own place, but that also includes furniture and whatever else you'd need to decorate," Santana informed.

"Excuse me? One million dollars?" Mercedes said, almost choking on her drink.

"Yes, your brother has a clear plan for you, and that doesn't include living with him and Sam, so he is giving you the amount he feels will get you into a condo as soon as tomorrow."

Mercedes laughed, "Well, you can go ahead and cross that off your list. As a matter of fact, cross it all off…why do I need headshots and a producer and school? What does he think I am going to be doing? It's New England?"

"Yeah, he said you would tell us to do that; that's why he went ahead and found you a place. You have a car waiting so you won't have to use the service every time, and he said he wanted you to have headshots for when you start shopping your music around." Quinn said.

"My music? I have no music; what the hell is he doing?"

"Keeping you very busy," Santana answered with a light laugh. "Seems you and Sam got too close too fast."

"We got too close? I invited him to eat brinner with us? And I mean, okay, there was some flirting, but it was harmless. My brother and I will be having a conversation. He has completely lost it."

"Samuel Evans flirted back?" Quinn asked, amused. "Did he lay on the Evans charm?"

"He actually flirted first…he actually thought I was one of Mal's groupies when he walked in on me ummmm….cooking…."

"Cooking?" Santana asked, leaning in with a smirk. "Were you dressed?"

"Of course I was dressed…but I was singing and dancing to 'Dance for you' when he walked in." She said, blushing.

"Oh hell, I don't blame him for flirting. I've been trying to get you to come over to my side for years now." Santana said with a shrug.

"Santana, you try to get every female to come to your side. The first time I met you, you swore if I gave you 10 minutes, you would give me three earth-shattering orgasms." Quinn said, laughing.

"Okay and? You're mad because?" Santana said, raising an eyebrow.

"Because you only gave me two!"

"Yeah, but they were two long-ass ones." She laughed.

Mercedes giggled and shook her head. "Oh my God! You actually let her do it! I've been telling her no for… forever." Mercedes asked.

"I had been single for three years, and my toys were getting old; it was her or my shower, and I needed a personal touch." She laughed out, shaking her head. "They were some pretty amazing orgasms, so you are definitely missing out, though." She teased.

Mercedes shook her head, feeling herself blush. "I'm good, but I'll keep it in mind."

Santana winked at her. "Okay, so we can do the shopping and headshots today if you want. Then get you signed up for some studio time."

Mercedes sighed. "Guys, this is all…this is all too much. I am not going to sing; I haven't sung in public since before my grandmother got sick...I can't."

"Can't or won't?" Quinn asked curiously.

Mercedes looked at her. "I sang once after she passed. My ex, it was his party, I wanted to do something special, so I got on stage and sang for him. Everyone applauded and said I had talent, and he asked me how long I rehearsed. Well, I told him that I sing from the heart. I felt my material and went from there, and he said that I was lazy. I didn't have what it took to be famous. I was just a girl who could sing…he said I should stick to other things and leave the singing to the professionals, and he was right."

Santana and Quinn shared a look before both shook their heads. "Well, now I have to cut him," Santana said, already plotting his death.

"I agree, we should go fuck him up!" Quinn said, angry for Mercedes. "You can't let a man lie to you like that; if you're as talented as everyone has said, you should give yourself a chance to chase that dream."

Mercedes closed her eyes for a moment. "I left him… I left him, and I came here, but he still…his words are still here…taunting me. Making me wonder if leaving was a mistake because he said I would never amount to anything. Thirty years old with no degree…but I dropped out of school to take care of Nana; Mal was in Texas when she started getting bad, his dream was a reality, so I dedicated my life to her… and when she passed, I didn't know what to do…so I focused on Jesse. Still, he was a monster, I know that. So why do his words still linger and hurt?" She said honestly.

Santana shot her a sad look before sighing. "I'm going to add therapy to your to-do list. His words only hold power if you let them; every time you refuse to do what you love because of him, he wins. So why not try meeting with a producer and let them give you a second opinion." She suggested.

"I agree; besides, it'll be a way to spread your wings and get out from under your brother's overprotective ways. Maybe this will show him that you're a grown woman, and you can be free to do as you please… including Sam," Quinn said, making her laugh.

"Flirting and going beyond that are two completely different things, but I am willing to try the meeting with the producer, and we can look at the place he got me, but I'm not promising anything."

Quinn smiled. "That is all he asked."

Malcolm watched as Sam called the drills, and the defense ran to complete them. Sam was a great captain but a lousy flirt; he knew exactly what he was doing with Mercedes, and Malcolm knew it. Just like he knew that when Mercedes arrived, all these other horndogs were gonna come for her. As the drills were completed and he looked at the time, he sighed. It was time for the talk.

Walking to the middle of the room, he cleared his throat. "Alright, I need to talk to y'all real quick. As some of y'all already know, since Evans got a big ass mouth, my baby sister is in town."

"Baby sister? Ain't she like 30?" Puck laughed out, and Malcolm shot him a chilling look.

"30, 50, I don't give a shit; she's my baby sister, which means hands off! All of you, no flirting, no touching, and if I see you give her your number, I will knock your teeth out. Are we clear?"

"Wait… why are you warning us?" Mike asked with a smirk. "Ohhh, she must be hot!"

"Hold up, Evans, be honest because Malcolm's ugly as hell. Is the sister sexy?" Puck asked, and Sam held his hands up.

"I'm not getting involved in this…." He said slyly because he knew words wouldn't do her justice.

"Holy shit, she's fine as hell and thick!" Anthony said right as Mercedes walked inside the gym.

Mercedes glanced around as she was led to the team's gym. She smiled, seeing her brother but shook her head. "Mal, you and I, we need to talk."

"What the hell are you wearing? I told you to get some actual clothes!" Malcolm said, looking at his sister.

"What?" She shook her head. "What are you talking about? Look, I love you, but you have to stop trying to control my life!"

"Mal, don't be rude; introduce us." Puck said, winking at Mercedes.

"No," Malcolm said, grabbing Mercedes to take her out of the gym.

Mercedes yanked her arm away from him. "Hi guys, I am Mercedes."

"Oh, she's feisty. I like that, I'm Puck, and we should definitely hang out." Puck said, introducing himself.

"Puck? Tell me, that's a nickname? Cause I know that's not what your momma named you; she wouldn't be so cruel." Mercedes said, looking at him.

Puck smirked, moving closer to her and grabbing her hand. "It's Noah Puckerman." He answered, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it. "But you can call me whatever you want."

Malcolm pulled Mercedes away from Puck, but not before wiping her hand on Puck's chest. "How about I call you a dead man."

Anthony pulled Mercedes from her brother and walked her away from him. "Ignore him, I'm Anthony Rashad, and I must say you are stunning."

Mercedes blushed. "Oh um, thanks?"

Finn moved closer to them, blocking Anthony and towering over Mercedes. "And I am Finn Hudson, better than both of those jokers combined…but you are stunning."

"Yo! Asshole's back the hell away from my sister," Malcolm said, moving closer to them.

Sam shook his head and chuckled as he watched his teammates fawn over Mercedes while Malcolm tried to get them away from her. He stood back, knowing eventually Malcolm was going to just pick her up and carry her out so he could have peace of mind.

"Mal, you should invite her to the party," Mike suggested, and Malcolm face palmed himself, already hating the attention she was getting from his teammates.

"Party?" Mercedes said, looking over to her brother. "What party?"

"There isn't a party, Mike misspoke," Malcolm said.

"No, no, he said party. Right, Mike? You said party." Mercedes asked, smiling at Mike.

"That's right, beautiful, I said party. And you are invited; I can even be your date if you want."

Mercedes blushed. "What time would you pick me up?" She asked before letting out a squeal when she was thrown over someone's shoulder and carried out of the gym.

"Mike, I just saved your life!"

"Put me down!" She shouted, and she was gently pulled over his shoulders, then placed on the ground and saw that it was Sam.

Malcolm looked at his teammates. "You bastards better keep your fuckin' hands to yourself."

"Oh, so Evans gets to manhandle them curves, but we can't?" Puck said.

Malcolm looked at him and cut his eyes at him. "Let me be clear, Sam is the only one being a true friend here. I'm watching all y'all asses."

Mercedes shook her head. "You didn't have to carry me out of there like that!"

"You were going to give your brother a heart attack." Sam teased.

"So he deserved it!" She said, trying and failing to head back into the gym.

Sam smiled. "Sorry, I am under strict orders not to let you back in there." He said, blocking the door.

"Come on! All I wanna know is when that Mike guy is picking me up for the party."

"He won't be taking you to the party," Sam said, invading her personal space and smirking at her. "Figured you'd ride with me."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow, "Ride with you as in…your date?"

"Mhm. We could grab something to eat on the way." He suggested. "Besides, we need to finish our conversation."

Mercedes blushed, looking up to him. "I would like that, Sam."

Sam started to lean in right as the doors opened, and Malcolm came out shaking his head. "I swear you'd think none of them had any home training! Good looking out bro, I knew I could count on you." Malcolm said, clearly oblivious to the fact that he ruined yet another moment.

Sam shot Mercedes a look before nodding. "No problem, well, I'll see you after practice." He said, waving at Mercedes and walking back inside.

"Now about how you just showed up wearing that too tight number thinking you are going to a grown-ass party. You are not. I know I said you can come, but after the way those animals were acting, I am not having it." Malcolm said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"Tough because I'm going with Sam." She said, shrugging his arm off her shoulder.

"Yeah, I know I told him to ask you so that no one else would," Malcolm replied. "But even after all that, I still think it's best if you stay home… why not hang out and read a book or something?"

"Wait, you told Sam to ask me out?" Mercedes questioned.

"Yes, because he is my best friend, Captain, and teammate, he knows the code, and he won't try anything with you."

Mercedes scuffed and shook her head. "Well, sucks for the both of you because I will be going to the party on my damn own!" She said, shoving him and walking back inside the gym to find Sam.

Mercedes walked inside and stopped before spotting Sam and storming right over to him.

"He let you back in?" Sam joked.

"He didn't let me do a damn thing, and news flash, I don't need his permission to do anything, and I damn sure don't need a pity date from you. So I won't be attending the party with you." She said, turning to walk away but stopped. "Also, if you don't have enough balls to ask me out with my brother having to ask you to do it first, then you definitely can not handle me!" She added before walking away.

Sam stared after her. "What the fuck just happened?"

Puck cat called Mercedes. "I love watching you walk away, Cedes…shake it for daddy."

The guys erupted into laughs and high fives as Sam stared after the closed door.