Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it. I just found out that my job didn't block this website as they block everything else so I might update a bit more. I checked my stats on here yesterday for the first time and was so surprised to see all the countries that are reading my fic (I was so shocked) so if you want to leave a review...plz add what country or state so I can feel better knowing I am not the only one still obsesses with reading samcedes fanfiction.

This chapter and all the others to come will be longer than the first two because I will be posting the chapters as "episodes". Hope you like this episode. A lot happens that I kind of feel I should have cut it but I won't lol.

I'm dying for some fluff (im the fluff queen) please hang in there with me...I promise things won't stay like this

A month later-

So many things had happened since the last time Mercedes agreed to this whole mess but as Rachel promised she got the call. From that moment, Mercedes was back and forth at her office to sign paperwork. She sent Mercedes all over to do background check, credit check, drug testing and a full physical along with a psych evaluation. By the time Mercedes had completed everything Rachel called her into her office once more to sign more paperwork. Then she sent her on her way with a contract the size of an encyclopedia to have her lawyer go over. Mercedes wanted to ask Rachel where the hell she would find a lawyer to read the contract for her but instead she just smiled and took it home. When she made it home she spent the entire night trying to read the contract but fell asleep on it. She decided to pray over it and sign the contract then returned it to Rachel in faith that it would all work out in the end.

"Did you or your lawyers have any problems with the contract?" Rachel asked knowing that there was no way in hell that Mercedes would have had the chance to find a lawyer to go over the contract that quick. Rachel quickly glanced on each page to ensure that all signatures were there before smiling at Mercedes.

"Everything seemed to be as we discussed. Get married. Get paid." Mercedes smiled.

"Yes that's the concept of it all, but I want to also remind you of the non-disclosure agreement. It is imperative that you don't tell anyone of your wedding or the reason for the show till it's completion or it airs. Your family will find out you're married when we allow you both to post it on social medias."

"Oh yeah, I remembered that part." Mercedes nodded as she remembered the conversation she had with her mother about her leaving the country for a role that she got. She lied to her mother about being sent somewhere that would be hard to call her as often as she usually did. Of course her mother didn't like the idea and asked questions that Mercedes couldn't answer. "My mother and best friend didn't like that I was hiding something from them but they will be alright." Mercedes lied. There was no way her mother was ever going to approve of her getting married in secrecy and then learning that it was for money and to a complete stranger for all the world to see. But she figured it would be easier to just ask for forgiveness later.

"Great." Rachel responded before placing her paperwork in a folder then looking up at Mercedes and smiling wildly. "You know I didn't notice till now that you have slim down a bit, is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I may have decided to go a quick diet for the wedding day. You only get one wedding day, right?" Her decision to diet was what triggered her best friend Tesla's curiosity. Mercedes recalled when her best friend invited her out to eat and pounced at the moment she got the chance.

"So your mother called me and told me about this little role you got out there in Manitoba, Canada. You know I had to google that shit, right?" Tesla asked as she rubbed her protruding belly. She was gearing to be close to giving birth to her first child and she looked like she was ready to pop already. "Is this why you started that crazy Military diet again?"

"First of all heifer, why is my mom calling you?" Mercedes asked and rolled her eyes as her bestie shrugged and picked at her food. "Secondly, it's not a little role. This could be everything I need to get my singing career off. And thirdly, it ain't my fault you failed geography and lastly, yes I am dieting for the role. But only temporarily. You can't say that I don't look hot and slimming right now." she smiled and posed for her best friend as she tossed a piece of lettuce her way.

"Whatever! You could have told me instead I had to hear it from yo mama."

"I was going to tell you but I wanted to make sure I was definitely getting it before I did."

"Okay then bitch, give me the deets then." she smiled. Out of everyone she knew, Tesla and her mother both knew the struggles she'd experience in L.A. Mercedes knew they were happy for her but she also knew that if she told them the details they wouldn't be as happy.

"I can't." she sighed. "I had to sign a non-disclosure and everything." she continued then watched as her friend's smile faded. "Trust me, the moment I can tell you everything, I will."

"I don't like this but I got your back. Whatever you need."

"I'm happy you said that because I need to leave my things in your garage till I get back." she smiled and continued to tell her friend her plans before they both went home.

"Alright, well then we have to get you re-measured and everything will be ready for the wedding day." Rachel promised.

The day of the wedding, Mercedes sat in her dressing room in her strapless mermaid wedding dress made by Pnina Tornai, that looked as if God himself made it for her. She hated that her mother couldn't see her in the dress and witness her walking down the aisle. She still didn't know what the point was to have such an extravagant wedding dress when no one she cared for would be there but she went along with it anyway. Her future husband would be there and she wanted to knock the wind out of him the first time he saw her. She hoped she'd be pleasantly surprised as well when she laid eyes on him. Just the thought made her nervous again as she sat patiently and allowed the makeup artist to do her face. There were cameras everywhere and somewhere in the back she could see Rachel peek her head in and smiled.

"You look...just amazing."

"Thank you, Rachel." she smiled as the cameraman zoomed in on her. She tried her hardest not to stare right into the camera but it was hard when he was moving around the room to capture shots of her.

"Look, don't be nervous but we will be starting in the next few minutes. I just spoke to the groom and he's ready to meet you. I can't wait till you both see each other. I can already see it will be love at first sight when he sees you in this dress." Rachel smiled before disappearing behind the doors. Mercedes felt her heart pumping a mile a minute then stopping when she heard everyone saying that it was time.

"Here goes everything." she whispered to herself before glancing at herself one last time as a single woman. The hairstylist did a great job with her hair that were in all loose curls that fell on her exposed shoulders. On top of her hair was a veil that covered her hair and face completely. She figured the element of surprise will be for the groom as she would see him from the top of the alter. She prayed that he would love what he saw as well.

Sam was beyond nervous as he stood at the top of the alter in the room that was full of what he assumed were extras. He didn't recognize anyone in the room except for Rachel who was stomping over his way. He could tell that she was just as nervous as they were as she shouted to everyone in her path before heading to him. For the past few weeks he's had to see her way more than he wanted to see her. She was a bit bossy and they disagreed with almost everything especially his hair, which he wouldn't allow her to cut. He had it pulled back neatly in a tight ponytail and wore a designer suit that he felt was really a waste of money that he could have used for other things. But it was all worth it because Rachel gave him the letter he needed to prove that he was able to care for his sister. He got an advance to pay for a nanny and a nurse to come and watch Stacy while he was away. Rachel agreed to grant him a day or two to see her and make sure she was okay. Other than worrying about his sister, he was worried about what he was about to go through.

There was cameramen everywhere and they were not making easy on his nerves. He didn't care that nobody was there for his wedding day. The wedding was a sham anyway and he didn't have anybody to invite other than his friends. When it came to family, he didn't really have much. All he had was his sister and she was the world to him. She was the reason he was standing there nervous about meeting a perfect stranger and signing over his life to the devil aka Rachel. That was the name he gave her because he felt that was who she was beneath it all. He wasn't sure why she was the way she was but he knew that it couldn't be the innocent person she pretended to be.

"Hey Sam, are you ready?" she asked him and stared at his hair with a disapproving look still in her eyes. She started to fix his bow tie then forced a smile on her face as she looked at him.

"Ready as I'll ever be, Rache." Sam responded then smiled as she gave him the thumbs up before running off to the side. Minutes later, Sam felt his heart drop as the Bridal Chorus began to play. Sam tried to smile as two children came walking down the aisle, one boy carrying what he could only assume were the rings and a little girl throwing flower peddles. The little boy, if Sam was being honest, resembled him as a child but the little girl who he had to say was racially ambiguous looked a bit like his little sister. She did a great job selecting those children. He looked over to Rachel and smiled when she gave him another set of thumbs up. Off to the side, he could hear the shows host, Blaine Anderson, saying that they were moments from seeing the bride. Just hearing that caused Sam's mouth to dry up as he nervously stared at the door beginning to open. Seconds later, everyone turned around and stared as she finally appeared like an angel from the sky with lights blasting on her and a cloud of smoke. It took a minute for her to start walking but when she did the audience seemed to eat it all up. The whole production was an overkill to Sam but he had to admit it was beautiful watching her walk over to him, even though he could barely see her. If he knew her at all he could understand why some get emotional from it all.

"Here she comes." Sam said to himself then notice her brown skin gleaming under the light, and the curves of her body that were hugging an off white wedding dress that he thought looked more expensive than anything he owned. He quickly looked over at Rachel who was dabbing the corner of her eyes. The woman was nothing like what Sam said he wanted. Why did Rachel make it seem as if she was trying to find the perfect woman for him if she was just going to pick someone else. Sam tried not to allow his thoughts to show on his face as he forced a smile and returned his gaze to the woman walking to him. He reminded himself that he was doing this for a million dollars not to find love. He was doing this for Stacy and that was all that mattered.

Mercedes stood at the door in shock when all the lights hit her and she noticed the room was full of people she didn't recognize. At the end of the altar stood the damn white man with that damn man bun. It took everything out of her not to run out of there but she had to pull through. She began to walk towards the altar and thanked God that her veil covered her face because if Rachel could see the looks she was throwing her way, she'd be dead. No where did Mercedes ever mentioned that she would or could ever be interested in someone like the man standing at the altar. She was about to marry this man and force herself to fall in love with him. How could she do that when she wasn't even slightly attracted to him. All she kept remembering was that moppy bun he had on his head when they first ran into each other. "There is no way my friend Tesla and my mother would accept this man as my husband." she thought to herself when she finally reached where he stood with a forced smile on his face. She was happy that he was just as shocked as she was. She wanted to punch the look off of Rachel's face but decided to force a smile on her face as well. She mentally told herself that all she had to do was three months then she was in the clear and a millionaire.

Sam stepped forward and extended his hand to her, helping her up to him then turned to the wedding officiant. He could feel Mercedes' hands shaking before she removed her hand from his and held her bouquet of flowers. Sam placed his hands in front of him and just clasped them together as the officiant began the ceremony. Sam kept trying to look over at the woman who the officiant called Mercedes but under the veil he could barely see her. Based off of her hands alone he had to say they were beautiful if that were to tell him anything at all. He pretended to listen to what the officiant was saying but his mind was already calculating what he would do with his million when he received it. By then, this day would have been nothing but a funny story to tell or in his case a funny show to watch.

"Now Sam, take Mercedes' hands and repeat after me." The officiant stated and watched as Sam turned slightly and reached for Mercedes' hands that were still shaking. "Say, I, Sam Evans, take you Mercedes Jones..." the officiant paused as Sam took the ring and slid it slowly on her finger.

"I, Sam Evans, take you, Mercedes Jones..." he paused and waited for the officiant to continue as he repeated verbatim. "To be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love..." he paused and took a deep breath and continued. "...and to cherish til death do us part."

"And now Mercedes..."

"I, Mercedes Jones, take you, Sam...Evans..." she paused and cleared her throat then continued with what sound like a crack in her tone. She couldn't understand why she was crying but she couldn't stop it as she continued. "...to be my husband..." she continued to slowly say the vow as she placed the ring on his finger. The officiant said a couple more things before smiling at the both of them then saying what Mercedes was dreading.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now unveil and kiss the bride." the room went completely silent then they could both hear Blaine Anderson speaking about the anticipation of the first kiss. Mercedes turned slightly, quickly debating with herself if she should let Sam kiss her or not. What if he was embarrassed by her declining his kiss? What if he didn't want to kiss her? All these thoughts ran through her mind as Sam slowly removed her veil and smiled at her. She wished she could read his mind but she couldn't as she saw him moving closer to her. She smiled back nervously then closed her eyes and inched over to him allowing his lips to press against her own for a few seconds.

Sam was shocked to see that Rachel paired him with the woman he met at her office a month ago. He forced a smile on his face and buried his annoyance deep as it was too late to turn back now. They were married. She looked radiant so he had to thank God that she wasn't ugly. It was time to kiss her and he could tell from her eyes that she didn't want to kiss him but he was going to do it anyway. They had to sell this marriage for at least ninety days and he wasn't going to let the fact that she was disappointed stop him from getting his millions.

Rachel smile with pride as the audience applauded the kiss that they witnessed. She couldn't believe she actually did it. She married two complete strangers and they kissed. She knew they were both upset with her but she didn't care. They delivered a beautiful wedding and Mercedes crying during the vows was everything. If that wasn't good TV she wasn't sure what was. She watched from the sideline as the ceremony came to a close then walked back to her office where she knew moments later Mercedes and Sam would be charging over to her. She sat back and crossed her legs as she counted down the minutes before there was a knock at her door. What she didn't count on was that Mercedes was past knocking at this point as she barged into the office with Sam in tow.

"You manipulative, bitch!" Mercedes said the minute she heard the door close behind her she continued. "You did this on purpose didn't you?" she asked as Rachel pretended to look shocked.

"What are you talking about, Mercedes? That wedding was beautiful! You both looked so..."

"Cut the crap, Rachel." Sam chimed in causing Rachel to look his way in shock as well.

"I am really shocked at how you two are acting right now." she replied. "Do you know that you both have just became a part of history?" Rachel asked and stood before walking over to Mercedes. "You, a black woman, just married a white man on national television."

"Oh so I should be thankful that you married me to the first hippy you found by the beach that was desperate enough to marry a black woman?" Mercedes asked as Sam stared at her immediately offended.

"Whoa!"

"I am just saying that you both are making great TV and should be proud that in a year you will both be millionaires and happily married."

"Wait...hold up...Rache, you mean in three months right?" Sam asked as he looked over at Mercedes. She looked as if she was minutes from taking off her wedding dress and fighting Rachel in the office right there.

"Well...in three months you will get a quarter of a million and then every three months you will get another quarter." Rachel responded as she walked back to her desk.

"No...no...Rachel...you said all we had to do was get married and we'd be millionaires." Mercedes explained with a smirk on her lips that said that she was not smiling because she was happy.

"Uh...did you read the contract over? I explicitly stated exactly how the both of you would get paid if you made it through the year. I did say that all you had to do was make it through the first ninety days to get paid. If you want we can get this annulled but you won't get paid anything sadly." Rachel replied before turning to face them. Before she knew what was happening, Mercedes lunged at her but thankfully Sam held her back.

"You're evil! Evil! You knew what you were doing!" Mercedes shouted as she tried to push Sam away. Although she was upset she couldn't help feeling a bit turned on at how strong he was and his ability to actually keep her away from Rachel.

"I am not evil!" Rachel shouted back as she cowered in a corner away from Mercedes. She knew Mercedes would be upset but she never thought that she'd get that upset.

"Mercedes calm down." Sam said a couple times hoping to calm her down. He hated Rachel for manipulating them but he still needed the money. Even if all he got was a quarter of it. That would be enough to cover his gambling debt and help him a bit with his sister. So he needed to calm Mercedes down before she screwed them both out of the money. "Rachel, give me a minute with her, please." Sam stated finally causing both of the women to look his way. Mercedes was looking at him as if she wasn't sure why he wanted to talk to her and Rachel just looked relieved.

"Use my office." Rachel said as she inched her way to the door. Before leaving she looked back with a mischievous smile and added. "Calm your wife down, Sam, before she ruins this for us all." Mercedes lunged her way once more as Rachel quickly ran out and slammed the door shut.

"Can you believe her?"

"Yeah." Sam shook his head shocking her. "As much as I hate to believe it, she outsmarted us and I am not shocked. I figured she was evil quite early. Nobody smiles that much and always writing notes..."

"Yeah I noticed she did that a lot." Mercedes responded wondering why she never worried that Rachel was trying to screw with them. She really thought that Rachel was trying to pair her with someone that she would fall in love with and also win a million dollars. She really thought Rachel could have been a decent human being.

"Look, I would love to let you bust her head in but all that would do is land you in jail and I'll have no money to bail you out because they would not use us for their show." Sam said as he tried to make her smile. She looked over at him then sighed because she knew he was right. Whether Rachel was evil or not she did give them a contract and she signed it because she was tired. She had no one to blame but herself and Sam was right if she beat Rachel up she would have been arrested with no one to bail her out but Sam. Then the thought made her realize what he said.

"Why would you bail me out?"

"You're my wife now. We have to be in this together if we want to get the millions. Sure we have to last a bit longer but I think even if we get just half of that we will be better off then we are today, right?" he asked as she sighed once again before nodding. "So come on, Mrs. Evans, we have a reception that is waiting for us to pretend that we fell in love at first sight." he smirked again as she looked at him with her huge brown eyes. She wasn't Quinn Fabray but for a million dollars he was prepared to pretend that she was.

"Alright...I think I can pretend you look decent in that suit." she smiled as he extended his hand to her and guided her to the door. She looked over at him and stared at his hair for a minute and before she could say a word he interjected.

"Don't even think about it."

Rachel was happy when Sam and Mercedes emerged from her office that she had on set. She thought that Mercedes was going to ask for an annulment the moment they barged in the office. All her efforts would have been for nothing but thankfully Sam came through for her. She smiled as she watched them wave goodbye before going in separate directions to get dressed for the reception. She quickly told everyone to start setting everything up and to bring Mercedes her dress. In effort to get on Mercedes good side she went to her dressing room to offer up a surprise that she felt would help Mercedes forgive her. The minute she stepped into the dressing room Mercedes glared at her then forced a smile on her face.

"You can come in, Rachel. I won't molly wop you as I really want to for the sake of what we have to do today and my million dollars." Mercedes watched as Rachel closed the door behind her then stepped closer.

"I am sorry about the confusion. I really thought you read over the contract." Rachel lied and she could tell that Mercedes wasn't buying the shit she was serving so she continued. "You look beautiful today and I want to help make this day memorable in a good way. I have spoken to the producers and they say that they are okay with letting you sing for Sam as we air. This will most definitely help your career."

"Are you serious?" Mercedes asked as a smiled tugged at the corners of her lips. "Any song that I want to sing?"

"Well...no and yes you get to pick the song that you like from their catalog of songs. ABC/Disney is sponsoring some parts of this show so they would like you to pick a song from any Disney movie. The recording they will immediately make available on Itunes with a portion of the proceeds going to you." Rachel responded hoping that Mercedes would agree. She watched as Mercedes mulled over the details before finally looking up at Rachel and smiling.

"Okay, Rachel, I'll do it. Any exposure is good exposure right?"

"So what song would you like to sing?" Rachel asked as Mercedes sifted through the catalog of songs. She paused when she found the one she wanted to perform. She felt the lyrics were perfect for the moment. She handed it to Rachel and suddenly felt that maybe this wedding day wouldn't be as horrible as she thought it would be. She didn't care that she had to pretend that she was singing to Sam. If that was what she had to do to sell the hell out of the song she was about to give the performance of her life.