Hi everyone!

I promise that I never forgot about this story. I was hung up on some things and was fighting a change that was going to help me get this done. 1) I lowered the rating. There isn't detailed smut scenes, but I hope to make things clear. 2) I gave myself permission to let some sections be short and a little more to the point.

I took a few funny lines from the movie "Set It Up." I was trying to get into that headspace, but jokes won't last too long.

This is 10 chapters, and I hope to have this done by mid-July. (Crossing my fingers for sooner.) I hope you enjoy it.

Puck

I jumped when Tina came up behind me and turned my chair. "Why are you so quiet? You're like a Prius." I sat back to hear what she wanted to say. I had to listen to office gossip all week. Rachel was late again, and I was the only one that knew why. "She's with her new boyfriend."

Tina laughed as if I had told her a joke. "Having a boyfriend doesn't pay." She leaned against my desk. Because I knew so much, she asked, "What poor unfortunate soul did Rachel trap?"

I shrugged.

It had been three months since the guys had started our plan, and Rachel had been different since her first date with Finn. She gave more loans and less problems. She didn't preach to us about hustling people out of their money. She was easier to be around when she had someone giving her attention.

Tina perked, noticing customers getting off the elevator. Usually Tina would rush for the new customer, but she was passing on one to take the man that looked semi-familiar. She led me to the front; everyone knew that when Rachel wasn't around, we had first dibs. "Mr. Stevens," she bursted.

The man turned in surprise, and I remembered him as "prime plus ten." He was making a payment which should have been made at the front desk. Just as confused as I was, he stepped out of line and towards the Asian woman that was waving.

"I've told you before that when you're making your payments, you can come to my desk." When challenged, she promised, "I will alway have five minutes for you. Come on." She happily led Mr. Stevens away, leaving me a new customer.

Finn

After breakfast with Rachel, I went into work with a mission other than cleaning teeth. I sat across from Mercedes, trading tools for a patient's tooth extraction. I patiently waited until Mercedes was done with the procedure. Passing her the scissors to cut the stitches, I asked, "How do you know when you like someone?"

She didn't bother looking up. "You're not a kid. You should know when you like someone." She dropped her tool on the tray with a clink. "But there's more to life than relationships."

"Like what?"

"Your job." She snatched cotton gauze before I could hand it to her. She shook her head when she sensed that I was going to speak. "You've had your one stupid question for today." She breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be done.

Before either of us could get our gloves off, another worker peeked into the room. "Doctor, um, can you come to the waiting room?" She said that it was urgent.

"I'm not buying a magazine subscription. I don't care if they're throwing a tantrum."

From the hall we hear someone yell, "They keep coming!"

Sam was the only one of the three of us that hadn't hooked a boss. (Is that right to say?) I always told him to be subtle. To him, "I don't date my patents" didn't mean "no." After weeks of that, he decided to do almost everything I told him not to, and he made both me and Mercedes angry.

Sam stood back as florists filled the waiting room with flowers. He smiled, happy to see Mercedes and even happier that I couldn't argue with him in front of her. "I just wanted your attention," he announced.

Every worker in the office came to see the spectacle.

She folded her arms as she approached him. "I w- um..." Speechless. She hated flowers almost as much as she hated interruptions in the office.

"Excuse me."

Sam stepped aside, letting the flower deliverers get to the last clean table. Like he had many times before, he asked her for a date. "An innocent dinner at seven is all I'm asking for."

She huffed through her nose as she took in her surroundings. "If I say yes, will you make all this go away?" she asked to receive an eager nod. "Okay… Now, clean this up." She pushed past her employees, pulling her patient back to his room. She ordered me to follow, keeping me from saying all that I was thinking to Sam.

Sam

Seeing Mercedes cut into the little time I had to get Quinn's coffee. I was running through town, but the baristas were prepared; they always joked when I came through the door, "Like clockwork." I paid for the order and then rushed back to the office.

Quinn sipped from the cup a second after it was placed on her desk. "It's not hot enough," she complained, never taking her eyes off her computer screen. She slowly put the cup down and announced, "But it will do. Thank you."

I couldn't hide my smile. "You're welcome."

Before Puck, getting Quinn to say those two words were like pulling teeth. Some people questioned if she knew that those words could go together. She was better at showing me appreciation. Her words might have been half hearted when thrown out, but I was just glad to get it.

Quinn stopped me before I could leave. "Bring the Murphy file." She thanked me again when I got it from my desk; I kept that file close because she went over it every day. "Forty five minutes, and then I'm taking off the rest of the day."

And it was still daylight.

Puck

I nearly jumped out the window to escape the office. No, I didn't piss Rachel off, like Finn did Mercedes, but I had to thank him; he put her in such a good mood that she let her two best dealers out two hours early. I took the time to wander the city before going to the gym for a special workout with Quinn.

The lawyer pushed herself off the wall. She brushed her wet blonde hair back and reached for her towel. "Get dressed and meet me outside," Quinn ordered before stepping out of the shower.

I did as told and found Quinn sitting in the lobby. Standing over her, I could see that she was writing a 3,000 word text message to Sam. "I send pointless emails after hours to impress coworkers too." I stepped up as she stood. "See, we have things in common."

"Not a lot," she said under her breath. She moved close to me like she was going to tell me something top secret. "There's an award ceremony in three weeks, and I want to invite you to be… my company." Why did she have such a hard time saying the D-word?

"I'll be your date," I agreed, "but first, you have to say that you like me."

"I like you?" she doubtfully wondered. Quinn shook her head and started her mission to correct me. "...I don't know you. I had unprotected sex with a stranger. You're a vice," she concluded after minutes of ranting.

I took it because she wasn't all wrong. "So I get to be your show pony for one night, and then I'm back to being a vice?" I dared her to disagree. I wasn't even mad, but who could stand tall when spoken to in a dry tone: the same spirit Quinn used before.

"Forget it."

Sam

The date was great. Mercedes started off cold as ice, but after a few jokes and embarrassing stories, I wore her down. We talked. We laughed. We had the best meal in New York. It wasn't a stretch to ask for a second date.

"If I say no, will you flood my waiting room again?"

"I am a creative man that is owed a lot of favors." I had been holding her hand for most of the walk, and she didn't even bother pulling away. I slowed as we reached her building. "I can walk you up," I offered.

She unexpectedly stopped. Her eyebrows raised over her brown eyes. She didn't say anything, but I jumped to figure out what was playing in her head.

"No, I'm not- I'm not trying to make a move," I stuttered, and she laughed at my embarrassment.

"I can make it on my own." She smiled and freed herself from me. "Maybe next time, you can finish the date without putting your foot in your mouth."