Hello all! Sorry for the wait for this update but I had to update my other stories first. Thanks so much for all of the love that I receive each and every chapter. KMS reached 100 reviews last chapters and I greatly appreciate it. I love getting all of those alerts and reading each and every review you guys have. This chapter will dip in and out of the past and the present, but I hope it doesn't get too confusing to understand. I hope to answer a few questions you may have. Thanks to my wonderful Beta Rose. Here's chapter four hope you will enjoy it and please don't forget to review they help inspire me to write more. Enjoy.

Flashbacks are in italic.

Warning mentions of drugs and attempted suicide.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

Chapter 4: Drifting Into The Past.

"I'm here to see Sam Evans." Mercedes told the clerk at the desk. She set there chewing on a red Twizzler and watching CM Punk and Randy Orton sweating it out in a match on a small desk top television. She didn't even look up at Mercedes when she spoke.

Mercedes waited for her to turn around but she didn't even budge, the only time she even moved in the next minute was to reached for another red chewy stick. Growing impatient Mercedes loudly cleared her throat and said, "Excuse me." The clerk finally turned around to acknowledge Mercedes' presence.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you, checking in or visiting?" The burly clerk whose name tag read Lauren Z. asked.

"Visiting." Mercedes answered. "Sam Evans."

"Your name?"

"Ebony Jackson." Mercedes replied.

Lauren typed in a few words on the computer and after a couple seconds she asked to see Mercedes ID. Mercedes breathed out a sigh of relief when she learned that Sam had actually put her name on the list of visitors. She quickly handed the girl a fake ID Sam had made for her when they first starting fooling around for sneaking in and out of hotels. Lauren looked it over just barely and handed it back to Mercedes along with a visitors pass and told her room 237 in the D wing.

Mercedes made her way to the elevator and pressed the button next to the D. She was nervous the entire ride up as she thought about coming face to face with Sam after not seeing or having any contact with him for two months. She thought about the last time she saw him and she had seen the signs of him losing it then.

Mercedes had just returned from a yoga session with Tina and was about to hit the shower when her doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting any company till later when she had plans for a date with Finn. She opened the door and almost instantly regretted it when she saw Sam lingering on her doorstep.

"What do you want Sam?" She said not inviting him in.

"I miss you Cedes'." He said and she could tell by his voice that something was off about him.

She may have been serious about not wanting him anymore but it didn't mean that she didn't still care for him. She moved to the side and invited him in.

"I don't think your new boyfriend would approve." He said sloppily making his way inside her condo.

"He's fucking wasted!" She said to herself closing her door. She watched as Sam towered over her rocking slowly from left to right and now that he was in the living room under lights she could see that his eyes were both red and his pupils were the size of olives.

"Sam what the hell is wrong with you?" She asked him concerned.

"Noooth...thiiinnngg." He sang and giggled. "I just came to see my boooo."

He took a step closer to her and he damn near fell over. She led him to her couch and set him down.

"Sam I've never seen you like this before what did you take?" She asked placing a hand to his forehead. He was sweating and burning up.

"I'm fine Mercedes. At least I will be as soon as you take me back." He laid his head on her chest and she could hear him sniff. "I miss your smell. I miss you Mercy, I am drowning without you. I can't stand seeing you with him. It hurts too much. I love you Mercedes, only you."

He was crying now and Mercedes felt bad for the man lying in her arms. She loved Sam, he was her first love but there was no way she could ever love him the way she use to anymore. She had finally broken free and it had been three whole weeks and she was doing fine. She couldn't go back to being the mistress, she wouldn't. She was dating Finn now and he was every bit of her ideal dream man. Sure, she thought back to Sam a couple times but she couldn't let him back in, Finn was too good to her and he didn't deserve that. She didn't know what to say to Sam or how to handle him like this, so she just held him and let him cry until he passed out. She called him a cab and paid the driver triple for his silence and for making sure he made it home safely.

That night she cried for Sam for the first time in a very long time and when Finn showed up later for their date she cried some more as she was honest with him about her ex showing up. He was always surprising her, he didn't get mad or yell he just did for her what she did for Sam earlier and held her until she refuse to shed another tear for Sam Evans.

The doors of the elevator opened and Mercedes stepped out. She walked down the long white hall until she reached the very end. She stared at the large black 237 for several moments before she took a large breath and knock three times on the door. She could hear him coming to the door and she bit her bottom lip nervously before he opened the door. Sam didn't say anything to her. No greeting of any kind, be it a smile or a head nod, no gesture or word, instead he walked back over to a desk and picked up a pencil and continued drawing something in a notebook. She walked in and closed the door behind her. She watched him closely. He was smaller with deep purple circles around his eyes. His hair was longer and he looked as if he had lost his best friend. She walked over to the desk where he was sitting and stood on the opposite side. She glanced around the room and noticed the bare white walls of the padded room. The room was large and spacious and the only furniture besides the bed was a dresser, and the desk with two chairs that her ex-lover now sat at. There was no window and he had a small toilet. There was a sink and glass door shower on one side of a clear wall and next to that was a small stack of towels.

She finally put her attention back on Sam and she notice what he was drawing. It was copy of a photo he had taken of her their first month together. She was sitting on the couch at her condo, her head resting on her knees with her arms wrapped around them. She had just heard that her mother's brother had died in Iraq and Sam dropped everything to come over and try to cheer her up. She remembered crying silently for minutes as the tears slowly streamed down her face. She had no makeup on and her hair was in a messy bun. She had an oversized T-shirt and some leggings. She remembered Sam telling her she never looked so beautiful before and after he snapped three pictures, he told her for the first time, I Love You. It was simple and it was what she needed to hear at a time like that.

"Sam?" She said taking a seat in the other chair. He didn't look up or say a word. "Sam, I'm...sorry. I didn't mean for things to get this crazy."

She waited for a response, any type of response but she got nothing. He just continued to draw and ignore her as if she wasn't there. She needed him to know that she still cared and she was worried about him.

"Why did you try to kill yourself Sam?" She asked, he paused for a second and she could see a brief flash of pain cross his face but his blank expression soon returned and he went back to drawing.

She tried. She did but she wasn't going to sit here feeling sorry for him if he wasn't going to at least talk to her. She set there and counted to herself uneasily as she watched him color in the gray of her shirt as if he was the only person in the room. When she reached sixty she decided she was tired of waiting and was going to leave. She told him she was sorry again and made her way to the door, when her hand touched the handle she heard Sam say something and his voice was different.

"What was that?" She said turning around.

"I didn't try to kill myself Mercy." He said with harshness to his voice. "At least not this time."

"Then what was going on Sam, because they found you unconscious?"

"Do you really wanna know or are you just pretending to care again?" He said a little bitterly.

"I never stopped caring Sam; you aren't exactly the type of person that a girl can just forget." Mercedes said taking her seat again. "I want to know what is wrong with you. This isn't you Sam."

"Actually it is who I use to be. I have done some things in my life that I am not proud of Mercedes." He said looking down and folding his hands in front of him. "I think it is about time I told you everything. No more lies or half-truths but the real story."

Mercedes wasn't sure if she was ready to for this conversation yet, but she always wondered what it was that was keeping Sam from opening up to her completely.

"When I was 14 both of my parents lost their jobs around the same time. After that we lost out house, then our car and we were living in a small hotel room no bigger than the room we are in now. It was five of us. I found a job delivering pizzas but that was barely just enough to cover rent and food. One night I had to deliver to this guy named Sandy and he gave me a hundred dollar tip. At first glance he looked like some sort of pimp or something. He asked me have I ever danced before and I told him not really. He asked me if I wanted to make some real cash give him a call so without hesitating a week later I called. He owned this strip club called The Pink Dagger. I quit my pizza job and I became a dancer there. I made a week's salary from the pizzeria in one night."

"You were a stripper?" Mercedes said.

"I made than enough money to help keep my family afloat. I became one of the top paid acts. Well one night I ran into this woman named Sue Sylvester. She asked me if I ever modeled before and I told her no. Long story short she put me on the map for my modeling career. A year into modeling I met a boy named Sebastian Smythe who Sue also represented. He was way more experienced and known in the modeling world than I was and he quickly took me under his wing. Whenever he had a gig and they needed more than one male model he always made sure I was his number two and I did the same. Seb and I were best friends and he showed me the ropes and how to live the 'lifestyle'. He said using finger air quotes for lifestyle. "I snorted my first line of coke with him. It was a surreal feeling and I kinda liked it. I started experimenting with other drugs like heroin, PCP, Meth, pills, you name it Seb and I did it. All we did during our free time was get wasted, fuck girls, or get high."

Mercedes couldn't believe that this was the same Sam that she had spent the past year in love with. She looked at him in disbelief and he turned away from her stare.

"My father had found a job in Kentucky so I got them a house. I tried my best to visit every now and then but after a while the visits became less and less and then nonexistent. When I was twenty I got a call from my dad telling me that my baby sister was sick. I went home and sure enough Stacie was suffering kidney failure. It was rough and they said she needed a kidney transplant. I was a match so we had thought all was well, but then the doctor informed me that because of all the drugs and alcohol she wouldn't survive a year with my kidney. I couldn't save her, I had never felt so useless in my life. My parents called me a disgrace to the family and a huge disappointment. My sister died and at her funeral I watched as we buried her knowing I could have helped. The next night I was so high and drunk I don't even remember getting in my truck. I was going so fast and I just wanted the pain to stop. I felt like I didn't deserve to live when she had to die. I was going about 90 miles per hour and I didn't see the car until it was too late."

"Oh God Sam what did you do?" Mercedes asked not sure if she wanted to hear the rest. Sam stared blankly at the wall behind her and finished talking.

"I hit her." He said barely above a whisper. "I was trying to kill myself and I hit her."

"Hit who?"

"They had a flat and she was inside the car. I didn't see her and I ran into the car. I just stood there staring at the car go over the bridge in shock. "

"Sam wait I am so confused who did you hit?" Mercedes said frightened.

"Her name was Judy Marie Fabray. She had just turned forty three, she and her daughter were heading home when their car caught a flat."

"You hit Quinn's mom." Mercedes said and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Yes. Quinn was walking to get help and her mother was in the car asleep. I hit their vehicle and the car went over the bridge and into the water. I jumped in after her, bringing her back to the bank. She was so cold and she wasn't responding. A few seconds later I heard a loud scream from a girl and when I turned around she was yelling at me 'what did you do' she kept saying over and over. But what happened next was even worse. Quinn recognized me she knew who I was. She said she was willing to keep my name out of it if I paid her a settlement and we wouldn't have to go to court. I was so scared Mercedes, I took the deal. I offered to pay for everything, her hospital bills anything she needed."

"What?"

"Quinn thought her mother was as good as dead. She called 911 and told them it was a hit and run, she gave them a description of a completely different vehicle. They arrested some guy later that night who was drunk named Dave Karofsky. They found him in his car smashed into a light pole. Quinn went in and identified him as the one to hit her mother. Her mother was in a coma and Quinn pulled the plug on her two weeks later. I paid for her funeral. They charged the guy with her murder and he hung himself in jail a month later. After that I entered into a private rehab facility and I remained clean till recently. After I got out, Quinn told me that she wanted me to pay for some of her acting classes and I did. I helped her get her name tossed around and she told me she was going to need a big favor later on down the road and when that time comes I better be ready."

"Let me guess, she wanted you to marry her so she could boost her career."

"Exactly. Now you see why I said leaving her wasn't that simple. I killed her mother Mercedes and I felt like I owed her anything she wanted. We figured if we were going to married we would try to have a real relationship. It was ok for a couple of months but after a while it was just weird and awkward. I was willing to live the rest of my life doing whatever she wanted no matter what. When I met you everything changed. You made me want to live again. You made me actually feel something. I tried to talk her into ending the marriage after two years and if she wanted she could have half, but she didn't want it. She said I was more valuable to her as her husband than any money I could give her. When I told her I had enough and I wanted a divorce she brought her mother's death up."

"I don't get how anyone could use their own mother's death as leverage. It takes a really sick and demented person to do such a thing. You really were trapped." Mercedes said in disgust.

All this time she thought Sam was just stringing her along and he just wanted to have his cake and eat it too, but now she realized that he was in a loveless, meaningless, sham of a marriage. It was all a lie and even though it was still wrong, she didn't feel as bad for the cheating now. Her heart ached for Sam but more importantly it ached for Judy Fabray and Dave Karofsky. Judy didn't stand a chance and maybe it was better that she died thinking good things of her daughter and not knowing the truth that she used her getting rundown as a bargaining chip for fame, and poor Dave was just a pawn. The more she thought about this the more she wandered about how many other things Quinn has lied or manipulated to get what she wanted and now Blaine's warning was ringing loud and clear in her head.

"Do you know how many times Quinn has been to visit me? Three. All when I first checked in when the media was so involved, she did it all for publicity and now she is playing the victim in all of this. She twisted my accidental OD into a story about her." Sam laughed humorlessly.

"Sam I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I guess I was being stubborn." Mercedes apologized.

"It's not your fault Mercy you didn't know."

"I am glad you told me though. I just hate seeing you like this Sam; you were clean for so long, what happened?"

"I lost the only thing I ever cared about since my sister's death." He said staring at the picture he was working on.

"Which was?" Mercedes asked curious.

Sam looked up at her, his green eyes staring deep into her brown ones. "You."

Mercedes didn't know why but his confession made her uncomfortable. She wasn't prepared was such a heavy visit with him. She could feel her face getting hot and tears threatening to fall.

"Sam I...I...don't know what to say."

"It's ok. I took losing you harder than I intended too. I was convinced the whole you and Finn thing was just your way at getting back at me. But after that night at the Calypso's I knew then that I had truly lost you."

Sam made good on his promise about giving Mercedes some space for her to cool off. He didn't bother her as bad as he had wanted to for three days, until he was at a Super Bowl watch party with some of his buddies. He had made a 100,000 bet that 49ers would come out on top because he had faith in their quarterback Finn Hudson. He was a phenomenal player and he was having one of the best throwing seasons of his career. Everything was going his way and when the 49ers went up by two touchdowns with only a minute left to play he smiled and celebrated knowing he was 100,000 richer.

His celebration didn't last very long however when after the game all the players began to celebrate with their teammates and loves ones, and said quarterback rushed to the stands and began to passionately kiss a woman leaning over the rails in the stands. He glanced briefly at the intimate moment and took a swig of his beer until he realized he knew the female he was kissing. Sam nearly choked on his swallow of beer when he looked back up at the TV and sure enough he saw Mercedes smiling big and bright as Finn help her over the rail and down onto the field in his arms. He picked her up and swirled her around before kissing her once again.

Sam was pissed beyond means. Why the hell was Mercedes in Miami and more importantly why was she kissing Finn Hudson on national television? He gripped the beer bottle in his hand so tight that he could feel a cramp starting to come but he didn't care. This was not how things were supposed to go. Mercedes was supposed to be mad at him for a few days and then after she had time to cool off he was supposed to show up with flowers, maybe even a sentimental gift of some kind, be all charming and all was fixed. Sure she might have tried to go out with someone but this was different, she never looked as happy as with any other loser she tried to replace him with as she look with Finn right now. She liked him a lot and Sam knew then that getting her back was going to be a lot harder than any other time before.

Sam had a sure fire plan to win his lady love back. She had been avoiding him ever since she had arrived back in LA but he knew exactly where she would be tonight. Shane Tinsley was throwing a huge victory party for hometown fans at Club Calypso planned by none other than Mercedes Jones. His plan was simple, show up to the party and make Mercedes his again by any means necessary. When he arrived to the club he spotted her almost instantly. She was sitting up top in the VIP section with him. His arm was draped around her and she was smiling all up in his face. He watched the two for a few seconds before they began to make out and he went to the bar because he wasn't here to see that.

Sam was never a patient man but tonight he knew he had to be extra patient. He waited and waited for the perfect opportunity to make his move. At first it seemed as if Finn wasn't going to leave her side, but lady luck shined down on him when Finn and a couple of players went to the stage to thank the fans for all their support. He sent a waitress with a note and Mercedes' favorite drink a 'Caribbean Fuck' up to her in the VIP section. He watched as she read the note card and then her eyes searching the club for him. When she finally found him he smiled at her a viscous glare.

He made his way to the back restrooms and waited. His back was facing the club, so he didn't see her approaching.

"Sam what the hell do you think you are doing?" She growled. "You can't be here. I thought I told you before I left, it was over."

Sam didn't bother listening to a word she was saying the only thing that was on his mind at that moment was fucking his girl up against this wall. He pushed her back into the wall and began to kiss her roughly. When she didn't kiss him back he grabbed both of her breasts with both his hands giving them a firm squeeze. He came up for air and the next thing he knew she slapped him across the face so hard his head almost spun around.

"Mercedes what the fuck was that!" Sam spat.

"You kissed me without permission Sam, you just don't go around kissing a woman because you feel like your ego needs to be stroked. I have a boyfriend."

"Ok Mercedes I get it. You were pissed and I fucked up, you played your little game of trying to make me jealous and it almost worked but now it is time for you to come back to Sam." Sam stepped forward reaching for her again and she slapped his hands away.

"Sam stop I mean it. You need to leave NOW!" She hissed.

"I ain't leaving this club without you! So go get your purse and your coat, we are leaving!" He said his tone lethal.

"Fuck. Off." She said walking away and Sam grabbed her wrist turning her towards him and he kissed her again. She kissed him back this time and after a few seconds she pulled away and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Sam said looking satisfied that he had won.

"I wouldn't look so happy if I were you Sam." She said wiping her lips.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I hope you enjoyed the taste of Finn's sperm and dick." She laughed again at the horrid look on Sam's face when he realized what she was implying. "Yeah that's right I sucked his dick on the ride over here right after he ate my pussy and guess what, it was way better than any time you have ever done it."

"You're lying." He said angrily.

"Nope and we slept together the night before the Super Bowl too."

Sam slammed his fist against the wall next to Mercedes head and she jumped at the impact.

"Cede' you okay?" She heard Finn say and she looked at him and smiled.

"Yea baby, everything's ok." She said, walking towards Finn and grabbed his hand. "You ready to give me that dance you promised me?"

"Yeah." He said and they walked away, leaving Sam standing looking distraught as he watched Mercedes walk out of his life for good.

"Later that night I called Sebastian and asked him to hook me up." Sam told Mercedes. "I had plan for it to be a onetime thing but the more I saw pictures of the two of you and segments of you guys on TV the further I drank and did drugs to erase the thought of you and him out of my head."

"I see. What happened the night they found you?"

"I couldn't sleep so I took some sleeping pills and washed then down with some vodka. I couldn't remember the last time I slept. I just wanted to sleep Mercedes, not die." Sam answered honestly.

"Is that why you checked back into rehab? Because you almost died?"

"Yes and No. When I was unconscious I saw them."

"Them who?"

"Stacie and Judy. They both told me that there weren't mad at me anymore and that if they could forgive me than I could do the same. Stacie told me not to worry about her and she was happy and in a better place. She made me promise to live for her. So I am doing this for her and you."

"Me?"

"Yes you, Mercedes. I'm sorry for everything I put you through this last year. I love you but I had a funny way of showing it and I lost you because of it." Sam said fiddling with the pencil in his hand. "I am going to fight to get you back but first I need to take care of myself and tie up some loose ends."

"Sam.."

"No listen I know you are with him and I am not going to mess with your relationship right now, but I am letting you know once I am myself again Mercedes I will fight to get you back. This time nothing will be in the way. No wife. no star quarterbacks, nothing. I don't care how big or bad he may be, I'm gonna fight to get you back." He smiled for the first time in months and Mercedes felt a flutter in her stomach and couldn't help but return one to him as well. The two set there in silence for a minute before Mercedes asked Sam a question she had being wondering since she showed up.

"Sam why don't you have a TV?"

"I had them take it out. Every time I turned it on it was either you and Finn and his possibility of leaving the 49ers or it was Quinn and her little charade." He said. "I don't need to be reminded of that."

"I told him about us." Mercedes said fearfully.

"Oh. What did he say?"

"I had to, he asked too many questions that night at the club and I didn't want to lie to him. He plans to keep it a secret and surprisingly he didn't break up with me. He said he understood and as long as you and I were in the past than it doesn't affect him. He really is a good guy and sometimes I feel like I don't deserve him."

Sam didn't say anything he just nodded his head. He was on the path to recovery but he didn't want to talk about Finncedes as the media had coined Mercedes and her new beau.

After a few more moments of silence Mercedes gather her purse and visitor badge.

"Well I guess I should get going." She said sadly.

"Yeah thanks for stopping by and seeing me Mercedes."

"You're welcome. Take care of yourself Sam." She walked around to his side of the table and gave him a lingering kiss on the forehead. Sam almost lost his mind because she smelled so good and he'd missed this. He didn't risk putting an arm around her so instead he just balled his hands into fists in his lap.

She squeezed her eyes shut to keep from crying and made her way to the door. When she opened it she heard Sam say.

"Remember Mercedes I plan to fight for you. I'll be seeing you."

She smiled at his words and made her way back to the elevator. By the time she reached the front desk and returned the visitors badge she was in tears.

Quinn was sitting in her apartment nursing a bottle of ginger ale. She was having a horrible day. She was first hounded by paparazzi that bombarded her with questions about Sam. She wasn't in the mood to answer any more questions about her junkie of a husband. She took advantage of the situation at first landing her interviews on 60 Minutes, 20/20, and even an interview with the queen of talk shows herself Oprah. The media loved the sob story she told of how she helped her poor husband realized that he was killing himself and that he needed to get help because she loved him and wanted him to live. Her movie was number one at the box Office and she had the highest selling cover of Marie Claire that month. Things were looking up until she received two very disturbing pieces of mail. The first she could handle easily no biggie, the second one was the tricky one.

She was always determined to get her way no matter the cost and this time wasn't going to be any different. She scoffed and rolled her eyes when she opened the first envelope and the thought of how she was going to handle it was making her take a twisted trip down memory lane.

Quinn grew up as a privileged child. Her father worked for a well accomplished insurance company until he was able to branch out on his own. By the time he was twenty eight Russell Fabray had become one of the wealthiest men in Kentucky. A few years later his wife Judy was pregnant and more than anything he wanted a son that could grow up and continue his legacy. When his wife gave birth to a bouncing baby girl he was a bit upset but he loved Quinn just the same. There wasn't anything that Quinn wanted and she didn't receive. Her father spoiled her and gave her everything she could ever want no matter how extreme it may have been.

When Quinn was 15, she watched as her father left her mother for his secretary, April Rhodes, when she gave birth to his son. Her mother didn't sign a pre-nuptial agreement and she was left to fend for herself. Quinn chose to live with her mother during the divorce, but after her father left, the relationship between mother and daughter was never the same. Her mother became a drunk and blamed Quinn for her husband leaving because Quinn wasn't a boy. Quinn grew to resent her mother more than anyone else including her father. One night Quinn went to her father for help and when he refused something snapped in her. She was never told no, and the hatred she had for her mother was now shared with her father. Her father was singing a different tune when Quinn accidentally caught him in a compromising position with her 14 year old best friend from school. That was the first time she ever schemed and she loved the rush of it.

She found out quickly that people would do just about anything if you had the smallest amount of dirt on them. She tricked and schemed her way all through high school becoming the queen bitch and nobody dared to challenge her. She struck gold when she had to pick up her mother from a bar one night and the car caught a flat on the Wrigley Bridge. She locked her drunken mother inside while she walked to find help. She was nearly hit by a flying vehicle but she moved out of the way just in time only to watch the car slam into hers and it fall into the Wrigley River with her mother trapped inside. She screamed from the initial shock of it but when the perpetrator emerged from the water with her mother she was a lot calmer. She noticed him from the dozens of pictures she had on her wall her sophomore year. It was Sam Evans and she knew things were about to get a whole lot better.

Sam paved the way for the start of her career, she landed a huge lead role in a Broadway play but her costar Matt Rutherford was all the critics seem to talk about. They would praise over him and his performance while barely mentioning anything about her. A couple of shows of slipping a few drops of a sleep sedative in his pre-show teas and he was fired. Quinn got the shine she deserved and after a couple of successful movies and one of Hollywood's most eligible bachelors on her arm she went on to become a huge super star.

These last two months have been absolutely horrible she hadn't exactly felt like a star. Sam was a complete wreck and she didn't feel like dealing with him, but she got her fifteen minutes of fame out of it. She lost out on a her lead role in a sequel to one of her movies to some no name newbie and now she was staring at not only a petition for divorce, but also test results from her doctor letting her know she was expecting a child.

Her life was perfect and she didn't know when everything began to take a turn for the worse. As bad as things were she didn't know that across town someone she may or may not be aware that she was connected to was having a similar dilemma.

Mercedes stared at the white and purple stick in her hands for ten whole minutes. The small letters that read PREGNANT seemed to become larger by the second. She knew her and Finn had unprotected sex the night before the Super Bowl but she never expected to end up pregnant.

She made a doctor's appointment for the following morning and the doctor confirmed what she had known to be true. She was going to me a mother. She never really thought about kids and when she would have them but she knew that she wanted that to be in the distant future. The nurse came back in and handed her some paperwork and a prescription for prenatal vitamins. She glanced down at the papers, placing a hand on her belly she gasped as she noticed something.

That's chapter four you guys. I hope I was able to answer some of your questions. What do you think of Mercedes visit to Sam and he confessing what was going on with him and Quinn and her telling Finn about Sam? What did you think about Quinn's past? What about Sam making a declaration for Mercedes and both Quinn and Mercedes being pregnant. Let me know in a review what you think is going to happen. BTW Carribbean Fuck is a real drink, it is fantastic and like $14 for one glass but two will get you good and tipsy. I love to hear you theories. Thanks for reading and please review I feed off them. Till next time-tdminor86