Hi everyone, thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Sorry this chapter is so short but I thought I'd upload it anyways. And also please excuse the lack of Kurtofskyness. I know I'm focusing a lot on Mercedes but it is her wedding and I ignored her situation a lot
at the beginning of the story so now, I realize I have some catching up to do. And congrats to all of you who predicted what was gonna happen :)
You guys are too smart lol Anyways Hope you like it :)

"What the hell is he doing here Mercedes?" Terry shrieks at his fiance unable to control his temper.

"I don't…I mean…" Mercedes struggles to provide an explanation. How does she explain what she's done?

"Don't do that! Don't lie to me and don't close up on me like this. Just tell me," Terry pleads, his voice comes out surprisingly patient and Mercedes is surprised to catch a glimpse of the old Terry, the Terry that had yet to be polluted by bitterness and greed.

"Our decisions are catching up to us, that's all," Mercedes says quietly, "Maybe it's time we tell the truth. End this before it gets worse."

"No. No. We had a deal," Terry says shaking his head.

"Yes but…I didn't expect to see him again."

"Does he know?" Terry asks.

"I send a letter, I never heard back so I…"

"I know."

They remain silent for a few minutes.

"I loved you, you know?" Terry says, taking a seat next to her, "Maybe not in the way that you want to be loved or the way he loved you but I did, I just couldn't handle this."

"Things have gotten really bad; I don't think I can survive a marriage like this."

"Look, I can't force you and he's here. But I need this," Terry says.

"I know."

"So what are we gonna do?"

"Let me just put this out there, is it really worth it? Marrying someone you don't love?"

"Mercedes, I need that inheritance and I can't have it unless I marry. I'm not like you. I can't just get by, I'm not used to that kind of life. And I made you a promise and I'm gonna keep it. I'm sorry I've been such an asshole…"

"If he got my letter, he's not going to leave. If he knows, he's gonna fight this," Mercedes says not really caring for apologies at this point. They used to be friends and they actually used to be close enough that this arrangement made sense but they hurt and humiliated each other too much to go back.

"Are you still willing to go through with this?"

"Yes. I'll do it but you know it's not going to last, people will know," Mercedes says and she can't help but smile a little.

Terry shares the laugh, "Yeah, I know. But by then it won't matter."

"Ok then, I'm just gonna have to talk to Sam."

"Are you gonna tell him the truth?"

"If I have to," Mercedes replies.

"Uh, on another note…something weird happened today," Terry begins, "your friend Rachel, I'm pretty sure she was hitting on me."
"What? That's impossible."

"Uh she put my hand on her boobs…"

Mercedes frowns, "What the hell…they're up to something."

"Yeah…" Terry agrees, "And what the hell happened to our window?"

Kurt unlocks their room and walks in followed by Dave who closes the door behind them. Dave plops down on the bed.

"I can't believe this," Dave says shaking his head, "poor Mercedes, I mean this has to be hard on her."

Kurt sits in front of him on one of the chairs and takes his hand on his lap. He unwraps the towel and with a damp cloth begins cleaning the cuts on his hand.

"She must be terrified. I mean, she's pregnant!" Dave exclaims, "she's having a baby with a guy she hates and who seems to hate her."

Kurt remains quiet. Dave is saying out loud everything he's thinking. Why didn't Mercedes trust him with this? Why would she think she needs to handle this on her own? He would have helped her.

"Do you think she's really gonna go through with it?"

"I don't know," Kurt says softly.

Dave studies Kurt as the latter tend to his wound. He sighs at the touch of Kurt's soft fingers grazing ever so gently over his hand. He can't even feel the pain.

"Kurt," Dave says stopping his hand, "she loves you. She's probably just confused. You know she loves you."

Kurt looks up, his eyes connecting with Dave's. He lets himself smile and he's grateful and surprised that Dave knew what was going through his mind without him having to say anything. Dave smiles back and releases Kurt's hand. Kurt proceeds to bandage his hand.

"Do you think she knows about Terry?" Dave asks.

"I don't know…but I mean, we can't be sure, can we?" Kurt asks, "They're just matches."

"To one of the most exclusive gay lounges…"

Rachel rolls her eyes as she listens to her husband go on and on.

"I mean I was just there, minding my own dick when he comes and stands right next to me," Puck bellows.

"Honey, please don't use that language and to be honest I think you're being a little dramatic."

"Look among men, straight men, there's a code and it's universal and it must be followed," Puck states. Rachel smiles, listening to his ridiculous theories as she irons the dress she will be wearing tonight at the rehearsal dinner.

"This code is made up of rules. Important rules that are just…important…." Puck stutters, "and to be a men in modern day society and not have any sort of consideration for these rules…is just…wrong… it shatters everything I stand…"

"And you don't stand for much," Rachel adds.

"That is very true," Puck agrees.

"So you're standing there…."

"Right, and the restroom was completely empty, I'm talking about a row of six empty urinals," Puck explains, "And Terry is over there on his cellphone. So I start doing my business and he hangs up the call and comes to piss in the urinal right next to mine. I mean they're all empty, why couldn't he use one of the other ones?"

"Maybe he was just being polite, Noah."

"By invading my personal space?"

"I would hardly call that personal, I mean you're peeing in front of everyone," Rachel says arranging the ruffles on her skirt.

"Look Rach, you never use the stall right next to another guy if you can avoid it unless you're utterly and undoubtedly gay! It's that simple. And if breaking the code wasn't enough, I'm pretty sure he glanced at little Puck."

"Oh no he did-int," Rachel says in her "ghetto" voice, "Only I get to look at little Puck."

"My thoughts exactly," Puck says nodding.

"Ok, so let's say he's gay, what do we do?"

Santana paces up and down, trying to piece together the bits of information she's gathered. It's somewhat difficult since she isn't good at keeping in touch with her former glee friends. She loves them but it's just too hard trying to get together and act like they have things in common besides high school. But assessing the situation, she's definitely gonna have to stay contact now. She's missed way too much and she absolutely hates not being in the loop. One thing's for sure, she knows exactly who the love of Mercedes life is. If Kurt was hesitant to tell them who it was then that means that they all know this person and the only person they know that joined the military is Sam Evans. And as if on cue, a taxi pulls up at the entrance of the hotel. She narrows her eyes as she sees the familiar blond climb out of the yellow cab. His hair is shorter and his features are manlier but he's still the same good looking guy she used to know. She drops her cigarette and walks over to him.

"How's it hanging Sam?" Santana greets him in her own sweet way.

Sam smiles, "Hey there."

She smiles at him and they hug. It's been too long. Over the years since high school, she saw him once by accident. But they managed to exchange a few emails. She should have known something was up when he seemed particularly interested in Mercedes wedding.

"So really, how are you?" Santana asks, leading him towards one of the benches.

Sam follows her carrying his bag with ease.

"I've been better," he replies.

He's still the same quiet guy she used to know and it makes her smile.

"You look good, the uniform suits you."

"Yeah, I meant to change but…I didn't want to waste any time. I mean…" Sam realizes he's said too much.

"Yeah, we need to talk," Santana says, "I know there was something between you and Mercedes. I want to know what happened."

"Nothing gets by you huh?"

Santana shrugs smugly.

"What can I say? I ran into her a few years ago. I was on leave for a couple of months. Truth is I don't know how it happened. I mean maybe I was just missing home …but I wanted to see her again. I asked her to have coffee with me the next day and the day after that…and at the end of two months I knew I wanted to have coffee with her every day for the rest of my life. And she felt the same way. We fell hard but I had to go back, we promised we would make it work. My tour was barely starting so I knew it would be hard, I would be away for a long periods of time but we made it work."

"So what happened?"

"I signed up for another tour and she said I was selfish for doing that to us. She said she couldn't wait for me forever and that was that," Sam said, "well except for a couple months ago…"

Santana looks up in a flash, "What happened two months ago?"

"I came back looking for her, only to find that she was engaged to that douchebag and we fought, and then we …"

"What?!"

"We slept together. I thought she was gonna call it off but she said she wasn't sure. I got mad and left but 2 days ago I finally received this letter," Sam says handing over a letter.

It was short and to the point. Sam couldn't really tell what she wanted. It read simply:

I thought you should know.

Attached was a copy of the pregnancy exam.

"Holy shit," Santana utters, "She's pregnant?!"

"You didn't know?"

"I don't think anyone does," Santana says, "So that's why she's marrying him…Sam…"

"What do you mean? She loves him doesn't she?" Sam says confused.

"No Sam. She doesn't," Santana says and proceeds to tell him about Mercedes and Terry's odd relationship.

"And now we were all trying to figure out what was going on. I guess we know why she wants to marry him but we still don't know what he wants with her. The way he treats her, he must know the baby isn't his."

"I don't understand what the hell she's doing," Sam says exasperated as he stands up and starts pacing, "why is she marrying him? Money?"

"Sam, Mercedes and Kurt aren't doing so well financially and she sent you this letter 2 months ago," Santana says, "She's scared."

Sam sighs, "I have to talk to her."

"I'll take you to her," Santana says leading him through the hotel and towards the fields were they had the picnic set up. On the way they run into Britney who is ecstatic to see him. They hug but waste no more time. He's wasted enough. The last time he saw her she broke his heart and he promised he was done with her for good. He knew he disappointed her when he signed up for another tour but he had to. It's his job, the only thing he's good at and once you're over there and you risk your life for fellow soldiers, it's impossible to just quit. He has guys that depend on him and at the time they had just lost a soldier. He had no choice. He was stupid to think he could have both and that much was his fault but he was willing to do the work. She could have at least tried. When they ended things, it was like losing a part of himself. He missed her and his body ached for her but what could he do? Every day he went into the field, he took her with him and it got him through. And then when he found her two months ago, it was like he found air again. They fought and cried and gave in to each other and he thought she would realize that they belong together but no, in the end she just wasn't sure. Well he was done with it or at least he would have been, if it wasn't for that letter. That blasted letter. "I thought you should know." What kind of bullshit letter was that? If she didn't care about him anymore, then fine, he can live with that but that's his baby and for him, he's willing to do anything. He went to his superiors immediately and requested an emergency leave of absence . He argued until they gave him the week.

They make their way through the back doors and he can see Mercedes in the distance, he feels his pulse speed up. He reminds himself that his former feelings for her are irrelevant and resolves to remains detached, even if he feels like mush on the inside. Mercedes turns around and he knows she sees him, he can sense her shock as she stands up and gives one step in his direction. She looks as beautiful as always and looking at her makes a lump in his throat but before anything else can happen she faints.

Quinn whose at her side at once places her head on her lap, it only takes a minute for Mercedes to regain consciousness and by then Sam is at her side. He ignores Quinn's staring.

"Mercedes," Sam says holding her hand, "are you ok?"

"Uh…what…" she can't put the words together. She still can't believe that he's even there.

"Hey, c'mon. Try and sit up," Sam says helping her.

"What happened?!" a voice interrupts.

They all turn to see Terry running towards them. He drops by Mercedes and pushes Sam out of the way who with a lot of restraint on his part steps aside.

"Help me Quinn," Terry says and together they start walking her inside.

"Well, that wasn't so bad," Santana says.

"She's gonna have to talk to me eventually," Sam says sliding his hands into his pockets.

"Well, I don't see when. Tonight's the rehearsal dinner and tomorrow the wedding," she says crossing her arms and looking after Mercedes, "When exactly do you figure you'll get to talk to her? You can't just crash the dinner and interrupt the wedding."

"I can do whatever I want," Sam replies, "It's my kid."

"Dave!" Kurt calls from inside the bathroom, "Are you dressed? I'm coming out."

Dave smiles to himself, "It's safe Kurt."

The door opens and Kurt comes out fully dressed and ready for the dinner. He's wearing a white dress shirt with skin tight black pants, a bowtie and a form fitting gray blazer with the rolled up to his elbows. When he steps out of the bathroom, Dave has his back to him and is putting on his suit jacket. He's wearing a classic black suit with a black tie and a white dress shirt. It's tight enough to highlight his muscled form but not too tight that it looks small on him. It's perfect if you ask Kurt. Dave turns and they look at each other. Kurt blushes, partly because Dave looks delicious in his suit and partly because of the way Dave's eyes roam over his own form. There's no hiding the attraction between them and aura in the room is filled with lust.

"Uh, you look really nice," Kurt says with a small nervous laugh.

Dave smiles at him with his eyes and says nothing, he's not really done lusting over Kurt. It takes a couple awkward minutes but he's finally able to string along a sentence.

"This hurts Kurt," Dave says looking down and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "a lot."

It's not really what he expected to say and it's not what Kurt expected to hear but it's said.

Kurt's eyes widen and glisten and he nods, "Yeah, it does."

Dave laughs and sits on the bed, running his hands through his face, "What were we thinking?"

Kurt sighs, walking around the bed and taking a seat next to him.

"I mean, I seriously thought I was over this…over you. I never expected this when I offered to do this with you. You should know that, I wasn't trying to trick you…"

"I know that Dave."

"Truth is, you're kind of under my skin now," Dave says, "What am I supposed to do with that?"

Kurt feels a tear roll down his eye, "Dave…"

"Last night we thought it was possible. Last night we actually thought this could work…"

"But it won't, I mean we couldn't even make till morning…."

"So this is it?"

"We have tonight," Kurt says looking up at him.

Dave looks down at him, "That we do."

Kurt's throat feels dry as he makes his way down the aisle. He looks around and he can't help but notice how perfect everything looks. Mercedes really did things right. He ignores the stares of all the guests. He's nervous enough as it is. He chooses to focus on the good things. The flowers are beautiful and it really is a good day for a wedding. There's hushed whispers all around him and he does his best to ignore them as well. He feels that if he runs down the aisle he'll just alarm everyone and truth be told, he's still a little sore from the events of last night. He feels like he hasn't slept in days. But of course that's not really important now. He finally reaches the front and he slowly turns to face the guests who look at him expectantly. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is an embarrassing yawn.

His cheeks grown pink and he tries again.

"Hi everybody, I'm Kurt, the brides best friend," Kurt says, his voice a little shaky, "I'm sorry to inform you that there will be no wedding…here… today. It seems the bride and groom are currently…indisposed…"

"What the hell does that mean?" And old man who might be Terry's boss shouts out.

"Ok, they're missing," Kurt blurts and a wave of outrage and exclamations takes over, "but don't worry people…."

"What do you mean don't worry?!"

"Everything will be just fine," Kurt finishes, "I hope…."