A/N: Just a small one shot. If Mercedes ended up sick and Sam had to take care of their pending wedding…what would happen?

"NEVER FEAR!" Sam jumped from the bathroom into Mercedes' bedroom. "SUPER SAM, is here!" He was wearing nothing but his batman boxers and the bathroom curtain as a cape.

Mercedes groaned and threw her pillow at Sam. "I can't with you right now, Sam! The wedding is 4 days away!"

"Did someone say wedding planner extraordinaire?" Mike peeked inside the bedroom.

"Seriously? Did we give everyone a spare key?" Mercedes sat up on the bed angrily.

"Not everyone, just the bridal party. For moments like this." Puck stood behind Mike and peeked in as well.

"Bro! I've got nuttage all out in the open!" Sam draped his faux cape over his crotch and winked at Mercedes. "Until we meet again fair damsel, I'm off to save our wedding!"

"You should really consider wearing pants and a shirt for this mission. It would make sense." Mike said from behind the door.

"Can I wear the cape?" Sam asked his soon to be wife.

"No. You're not making the final arrangements at the hall wearing our brand new shower curtain!" Was all Mercedes managed to get out before she went into her 9th coughing fit of the day.

"RICOLA!" Puck shouted from the living room.

Mercedes was not amused. She rolled her eyes and covered her head with her blanket.

"I'll kill Quinn for staying that extra day in Connecticut."

"Oh don't worry, Mike, Puck and I got this! We got this!" Sam threw on a T-shirt and pants and threw an air kiss to Mercedes. "I wuvv you?"

Mercedes smiled faintly and watched her fiancé disappear to try and save their wedding.

"Mercedes might punch you for this one." Mike shook his head and paced outside the tux place.

"How could he get the order wrong? We said tan suits. We showed the guy the picture. He said it could be done. We told him about the summer wedding and how it was important to us but no! no! nooooooo!I MAKE ONE STUPID MISTAKE AND my "S" looks like a "5" and now we have Green tuxes! Oh my God. 'Cede is going to freak. She's going to freak!" Sam shook Puck. "I'm gonna die before I'm 30! And they'll believe her in court! She'll say it was self-defense and since she's so damn cute with her little button nose and adorable little smile, she'll get that jury to believe her!"

Puck smacked his best friend and instantly shielded his own. "Sorry! Someone had to do it!"

Sam cupped his right cheek and stared at the 6 green tuxes sitting in his backseat.

"Okay, I have an idea. I know this guy…"

"Oh no…anything that starts off with I know this guy ends up in epic fail. Trust me. Let's just come clean to Mercy. She'll understand." Mike started to get into Sam's car. He always tried to be the more civil one.

"He's the owner of the comic book store down the block."

"And? What? He makes suits for a living?" Puck asked sarcastically.

"Nope! Even better! Costumes!"

There was a long pause as Sam waited for his friend's reaction in anticipation. "Eh? Eh? Come on! It's a great idea!"

"You've lost your cotton picking mind." Mike stared at his friend in awe. "Completely gone. The bewitching hour is upon us and my best friend has joined the cast of Loon Town."

The three boys got into the car. "We have no time to waste, civilians." Sam said in his best super hero voice before speeding off.

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"The only thing I have is storm troopers. I can get 6 of them shipped out here over night but you're gonna have to give me your Batman vs. Superman as collateral, Evans. " The comic book owner sat behind the counter flipping through a magazine. He stopped at a page and pointed to it. "There. What do you think?"

"It's marvelous!" Sam's eyes shined.

"You're an idiot." Puck said blatantly.

"I'm starting to think green would look just fine." Mike started leaving the store. "Thank you so much, sir! Sorry to have wasted your time! My friend here has suffered a momentary lapse of sanity. Getting married does that to you." Mike showed the owner his hand. "I should know!" He grinned and exited the store.

Mike knocked on the glass window and pointed to his watch. "REHEARSALS! WE NEED TO GO!"

Sam slid his credit card to the owner and smiled. "I'll bring the comic in the morning when I pick up the suits. Hey, do you think you can get me a cape?"

"I have a few out in the back. It's on the house!"

"SWEET!" Sam ran to the back of the store like a kid in a candy store as Puck glared at the owner.

"Shame on you, taking advantage of him like that!"

"He's got the money, I've got the goods." The man replied without looking up.

"Take that cape off!" Finn muttered to Sam.

"You take it off!" Sam nudged his friend. " You know, I've been sitting in the backseat through out this whole wedding planning nightmare for too long! It's time I step up! This wedding is mine just as much as it's Mercedes' right?"

"Right, but storm troopers is a little too much, Sam." Kurt pitched in, trying to back up his brother.

"Ah let the boy do his thing! You only get married once!" Artie chimed in with sass.

"Thanks, buddy. I knew you weren't a traitor!" Sam glared at his friends. "Mercedes picked the flowers, the dresses, the venue, the caterer, and the photographer. I think I can handle costumes!"

"But she didn't want costumes honey." Kurt whispered.

"I decide what happens from here on in! I'm Wedding man man man man" Sam placed his hands on his hips and looked up to the ceiling. His delusions were interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. "It's 'Cede! Shhh!"

"Hey baby!" He said, covering his free ear.

Mercedes coughed and sniffled into the phone. "Hey babe. How did it go at Men's Warehouse?"

Sam paced nervously. "Well, it went fine. Just fine babycakes. You're going to love the suits. I hope you're drinking those liquids!"

Mercedes giggled. "I'm fine. Tina and Santana are here playing nurse."

"Don't mess anything up, Evans!" Tina yelled into the phone and Sam immediately knew Mike had spilled the beans. He looked over to his best friend and signed the universal signal for "You're dead"

"Okay baby, I gotta go, Rachel's trying to teach your dad the whole script to Funny Girl."

"Babe just make sure the suits are tailored correctly and that my dad's suit fits him right. He picked it up yesterday."

"What? I can't hear you! I think I'm losing connection!" Sam yelled. "K, Love you!" He hung up his phone and ran his hand through his blonde locks. "I'm going to die."

"You're a lying liar that lies, Sam Evans!" Rachel walked up to him. "I'm going to tell Mercedes!"

"Do it and I'll rid you of bridesmaid duty!"

Rachel gasped and covered her mouth. "You can't do that. Can he do that?" She whispered to Finn.

Finn embraced his wife to comfort her. "Of course not. Sam!"

"Son, can you please explain to me why my suit is purple?" Mr. Evans walked into the venue holding up his suit.

Sam closed his eyes. "Oh no. I wrote that item number wrong too? Sir, how do you feel about wearing a Darth Vader mask?"

"I swear to God Sam! Just because it's bad luck to see you before the wedding does not mean I'm not afraid to hunt you down and kill you! He's in a darth vader suit!"

"I know I know! He looks bad ass right?" Sam answered into the phone. "Oh baby, the minister wants me. I can't wait to see you!" Sam hung up the phone and Mercedes screamed. She started to remove her shoes and began exiting the hotel room. "I'm walking to the beach!"

"But the wedding doesn't start until another hour from now!" Santana grabbed her friend's hand. "Relax, It can't be that bad."

"I'm not allowed to say anything but yes it can be actually." Rachel chimed in.

"Shut it, potato!" Santana yelled. "Tina? RECON TIME!"

Tina came out with her bag of make-up and inspected Mercedes' face. "No, this won't do. No more crying okay?"

"I need to see Sam Evans right now!" Mercedes yelled.

"Okay, fine. But at least wait for Quinn to get here. That way if blood is shed, she'll report back to the masses." Santana said while sipping her wine.

"I'm going to kill your future husband!" Quinn stormed in with her suit case in one hand while the other was massaging her belly. "I'm going to end up going into labor at this rate!"

"Funny, and you've only been in California for a day!" Santana hugged Quinn, followed by Brittany, Rachel, Sugar, and Tina.

"She's kinda pissed!" Sugar whispered pointing to Mercedes.

Mercedes was lying on one side of the bed, wearing her white "Bride" robe.

Quinn smiled and walked over to the other side.

"Hey pretty girl." Quinn whispered

Mercedes sniffled and sat up. "How bad is it?"

"That's it? No, hey gorgeous, good to see yah again, holy shit you're pregnant?"

Mercedes laughed and wiped her tears. "We just saw each other 3 weeks ago."

"Well, I've gotten significantly larger since then. I'm happy Puck was able to make it out before me. Work is kicking my ass but I'm here baby." Quinn sat next to Mercedes. "Let's get you dressed."

"First, tell me how bad it is?"

Quinn sighed and tucked a strand of Mercedes' hair behind her ear. "Well, your father is dressed as Darth Vader."

Mercedes closed her eyes as her friends tried their hardest not to giggle.

"And the groomsmen are storm troopers."

There was a long pause. Quinn braced herself for the worst.

"THAT BOY IS DEAD!" Mercedes tried to leave the hotel room again but her friends stopped her.

There was a knock on the door and Brittany went to answer it.

"Evans?"

"What is…Mercedes soon to be last name?" Brittany answered the man at the door.

Santana got up and opened the door wider. "We have a bride in crisis. Can I assist you with anything?"

"Well, I came to drop off Sam's comic. After he invited me to wedding of the century, I figured I didn't need any collateral!"

Mercedes made her way to the door. "What?"

"Wow, 'Cede! Love the makeup!" the man said enthusiastically. He turned around to show Mercedes his outfit. "I'm a Jedi!"

"Greg? What are you doing here?"

"Sam invited me! He left his comic at the store as collateral for the costumes. I thought I'd drop it off here."

"Sam left you his most prized possession?" Mercedes whispered, taking the comic from Greg.

"Well, Mercedes, we both know you take that title. Anyways, I'll catch you at the beach!"

The man made his way down the hallway. Mercedes looked up to her friends and started to tear up. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

"Ya'll are weird." Santana replied.

"Here, Mercedes let me fix your hair; it keeps falling out of place." Rachel said softly.

"Actually, Rachel, I was wondering…Have you guys seen Star Wars?"

The room filled with consecutive "yeahs"

"Can you guys give me two buns?" Mercedes giggled.

Quinn looked at her phone. "Well, we have 45 minutes. Let's go people!"

"So when you die, can I have your guitar?" Puck whispered to Sam.

Sam shushed his friend as the music started to play. The ocean was silent and the day was truly beautiful. Sam looked ahead eagerly, waiting for Mercedes to appear.

"You look like a damn fool, daddy." Mercedes laughed.

"Says the girl with a bun on each side of her head." Mr. Jones grabbed his daughter's hand. "Are you ready?"

"I've never been more ready in my life!"

Mercedes and Mr. Jones made their way down the aisle. Sam smirked as he saw his fiancé make her way to him.

"Hello Princess." Sam whispered.

"You're an ass but I love it." Mercedes smiled.

"Ladies and gentleman. We are gathered here today to see this Jedi and this princess wed in holy matrimony…"

Their friends shook their heads and giggled.