Chapter 11
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"Listen," Kurt was saying to Mercedes and Quinn, "All I know is, you two are husband and wife. You could have called him just as easily."
The three friends were sitting on the bed after eating Kurt's spaghetti sauce he had insisted on making after seeing what Mercedes was planning on serving. Mercedes had received a verbal beat down from him after they came into the kitchen and he saw the "offensive bland ass jar of red shit", as he called it. He had grabbed both of their hands and stormed out of the house, muttering the whole drive to the store about how he was going to take it upon himself to teach Mercedes how to cook.
During dinner, Quinn had declared she was only having one glass of wine but three hours later, she was currently on her third. As were Kurt and Mercedes.
"Wait, wait, wait, Kurt. Hold on. Let's start from the beginning," Quinn said from her reclining position against the pillows, "So you and Sam had an amazing night together –"
"Hot sex," Kurt interrupted.
"Kurt! I'm not going to - oh screw it. Yes, it was hot sex. Amazing."
"Now we are on the right track. So, night was full of fireworks. What happened in the morning?"
"I shoved him off the bed because Laila was about to walk in."
"And Laila didn't see anything, but after she left, Sam was acting completely different."
"Yes. Cold and distant. He would hardly look at me."
"But he was freaked out because you two almost got walked in on by your six year old daughter. Who, by the way, doesn't know you are thinking of reconciling. Who also doesn't know that you lost your memory. Who would have been very confused seeing you in bed – naked – with her dad since she has been trying to get used to this new routine of her parents living in separate homes."
He looked back and forth between the two women waiting for their counter argument.
"Okay, even if we give him that, he should have called," Mercedes said back to Kurt.
"You said he had an important meeting at work, right?"
"Even if he did," Quinn started, "He said he was going to call, so he should have."
"I just can't deal with you ladies. You aren't dating! This is your husband. You know what? Even when Blaine and I were dating, if he said he was going to call me and he didn't? You'd better believe I was calling his ass."
Mercedes glared back at Kurt for blaming her for her blue feelings the past couple of days.
"You think I should have called?"
"Yes!" Kurt yelled.
"No! Sam should have called her!" Quinn was arguing back. The two of them were going back and forth and didn't notice Mercedes lean over to the side bed table and grab her phone. She pushed the button on the phone and brought it to life.
"No, Quinn, just no," Kurt said and glanced over at Mercedes, "Mercedes? What are you doing?"
"You wanted me to call him? Well here I go!"
"But you are drunk! So am I! So is Quinn! Come to think of it, we need to take a couple weeks off of getting drunk, this is twice in one week."
"No, Kurt, this is perfect. Cedes, call him! This is the perfect time. You are loose and you can talk to him freely. Wait –" Quinn put her hand in the air and leaned over to put her glass down on the side table at her end. "Don't call him, let's GO to his place and talk to him face to face!"
While this plan would have seemed doomed from the start to them if they had not been drinking white wine all night, at this moment, it seemed like the cleverest thing Quinn could have said.
"I'll call the cab!" Kurt exclaimed as Mercedes and Quinn scrambled off the bed. The two women were standing with their arms slung around each other's shoulders while they waited for Kurt to finish the call to the cab dispatcher.
"It's going to be 20 minutes," he said in a disappointed voice.
The women stood in their same spots arguing about whether they should just call Blaine to drive them over or not with Kurt; who was trying to shut them down by telling them he would outright refuse. Before they knew it, the doorbell rang and they all looked at each other and smiled.
The three of them looked like teenagers as they ran down the stairs to open the front door for their driver. He greeted them and turned to go to the driver's side while they all piled in the back. Mercedes she realized she knew where Sam lived, but not his physical address. So she spent a couple of minutes going through her phone contacts to find the address to give the cabbie. Once given, they were on the road on the way to where Sam lived. They were all excited and gabbing away the drive over, but when they got to the tall secured building, they fell into silence.
"What the fuck are we doing here?" Kurt asked them.
Mercedes burst out laughing, "I don't know," she said between gulps.
"Should we get out?" Quinn asked.
"Yes, I'll call Blaine to pick us up if we decide to not do anything."
They paid the driver and all three got out and stood on the street in front of the ritzy building looking like the confused three people they were, when they heard a car slam from around the corner. Even though they weren't doing anything wrong, the three of them started to panic a little, feeling like they needed to hide someplace. But there was nowhere to go, so they just stood there with Kurt shushing them and telling them to act like they belonged there.
They heard clicking heels and a woman talking on her cell phone.
"I'm here. No, he doesn't know I'm coming, but those damn kids are asleep by now. I will figure it out, okay?" After a pause, "I told you she remembers!"
"No fucking way," Kurt said under his breath.
Just as Kurt uttered the words, Gwen came strutting around the corner in a mini dress and thigh high fuck me boots. She stopped short when she looked up and saw the three of them waiting outside of Sam's building.
"I have to go," she said into her phone and hung up. She still held it in her hands while the four of them had a staring showdown.
No one had said anything when Quinn's voice shot through the night like a bang.
"What in the fuck do you think you're doing here?" She yelled at the top of her lungs down the sidewalk.
Mercedes' shock gave way to fury that this woman was planning on dropping by Sam's place after she thought she had scared her off.
"If you take one more step in this direction, I cannot be responsible for what is going to happen to you," Mercedes said with a control in her voice that she did not feel.
"That's right, bitch, you need to turn your hoochie ass around and go get right back into that car of yours," Kurt warned.
"Look, I don't know what the hell you guys are doing out here, but Sam called me and invited me to come join him tonight. Sorry to disappoint."
The three of them looked back and forth at each other at the blatant lie she had just dropped.
"Bitch, we heard you tell your friend that he didn't know you were coming," Kurt responded.
"I don't know what you think you heard, but he's expecting me." Gwen said and started to walk towards them.
Quinn was about to launch herself at Gwen, but Mercedes grabbed her.
"No, if Sam is expecting her, let's wait for her to call him and see how the conversation goes."
Gwen stopped walking again.
"You know what, forget it. If you guys are going to be out here acting like assholes, I'm just going to send him a message that I can't make it." She said to the trio.
"That's what I thought," Mercedes said back to her.
"You are so lucky that Cedes grabbed me because I was going to kick your skanky ass," Quinn yelled to her retreating back.
"FUCK YOU!" Kurt added as she turned around the corner.
Just as Kurt was yelling it, they heard the door to the building open and they all looked over to see Sam standing in the open doorway in basketball shorts and a fitted tank. Both Mercedes and Kurt drew in sharp breaths.
"What are you guys doing here? And who are you yelling at?"
"Sam, um, how did you know we were here?" Mercedes asked him.
"Vince, the doorman, called me to tell me you were down here, Mercedes, yelling down the street at someone."
All three of them looked at each other to see who would answer first.
Mercedes wiped the shock off of her face at seeing Sam down there and said, "We need to talk."
Sam just looked at all of them and held open the door more and motioned for them to come in. The three filed in past Sam and when they walked past Vince, Mercedes gave him a quick sorry. They all rode up the elevator in silence and Mercedes shot Kurt and Quinn a look when she realized they were trying hard not to laugh. Quinn's face was in her hands and her whole body was shaking and Kurt was looking up at the ceiling blinking over and over again with his lips drawn in over his teeth to prevent his laughter. And when Sam let out a quiet closed mouth burp, it opened the flood gates. Kurt and Quinn were hanging on to each other doubled over in cackling laughter while apologizing at the same time.
Mercedes felt a smile tug at her lips, but she started to take deep breaths instead, to prevent herself from dissolving into hysterics like her friends. Sam was watching them all in silent amusement until they got to his floor and they got out.
Even though his was the only condo on the entire floor, there was a door he had to unlock after leaving the elevator. He put the key in the door and opened it to let them all in. The place was beautiful with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the Cumberland River.
"Oh my God, Sam. This is beautiful," Mercedes said as she walked to the windows to look down onto the water. Kurt and Quinn joined her and they all stood silently in awe of the beauty.
They were interrupted by Sam clearing his throat. "So what's going on guys?"
They all turned around and Quinn and Kurt decided to make themselves busy asking if they could give themselves a tour around this condo.
"Just don't go in the two closed doors, that's where the kids are," he answered them.
Sam and Mercedes watched them lock arms and go down the hallway then they turned to look at each other.
"I'm starting to worry about why you are so afraid of starting over with me," Mercedes said honestly.
Sam regarded her quietly for a moment before answering her.
"I've been thinking a lot about what you said over the last couple of days. I thought I had more insight on our life than you, so I assumed I would know what would be best for everyone. But what you said, that it really is a simple answer, hit home for me later. I'm still in love with you, Cedes. I have never fallen out of love with you even though we were going through this separation. I just wanted to protect myself from being heartbroken again."
Mercedes was wringing her hands and filled with such relief and happiness by what he was telling her, that she couldn't form the proper words.
Finally, she was able to speak, "Are you saying to me what I think you are saying?"
Sam smiled, "What do you think I am saying to you?"
"I think you are saying to me that we are back together, officially."
"That's what I'm saying to you."
Mercedes couldn't stop her body from running to him and throwing herself in his arms. She was kissing his chest, his neck, his lips. He held her tightly and returned her kisses. They were interrupted by hearing Kurt let out a happy exclamation and Quinn hitting him in the arm.
They looked over at the two of them peaking around the hallway wall and Sam waved for them to come out. They both ran up and threw their arms around the two of them, making it a group hug.
"Alright, now you guys need to tell me who the hell you were cussing out downstairs," Sam said after a long group embrace.
"Um, well," Mercedes started.
"Mercedes, you need to tell him," Kurt said and turned to Sam, "That Gwen bitch is not your friend, Sam."
Sam looked at him, then at Mercedes, then Quinn.
"Tell him, Cedes," Quinn gently urged.
"I remembered something the morning after my party," she said and looked at him to make sure he wasn't upset at her for not sharing this before now.
"You remembered something recent?" He asked.
"I did," and she told him all about Gwen, from the memory to the almost fight outside his condo.
Kurt and Quinn were shaking their heads in renewed anger hearing it told again, but Sam looked shocked.
"I trusted her," he said, stunned.
"She's not a good person, Sam," Mercedes replied.
He was still trying to process it when Kurt started going on about how he would have loved to see her pretend to be pregnant with non-existent fertile Sam sperm.
Sam looked even more shocked, "You told them about my vasectomy?"
"I knew already," Quinn said.
"It was a secret?" Mercedes asked seriously.
Sam laughed, "I guess not," he continued to laugh.
"I need to tell Steve," he said in realization.
All three of them were nodding their heads in agreement.
"Bitch needs to go before she tries to do it to someone else," Kurt said.
"How did you guys get here?" Sam asked.
"We took a cab," Mercedes answered, "I don't know who's idea it was to come here unannounced, but whichever one of you it was, brilliant!" To that, Kurt and Quinn shared a high five.
"I will take you guys home. Mercedes, do you want to stay here tonight?"
Mercedes felt her whole body swell with happiness.
"Yes," she said in a hushed and happy voice.
"Alright, let's go guys. I'm driving you both home." Sam turned to put on a light jacket and grab the keys while the three friends said bye with giggles and hugs.
"Get it, girl," Kurt said in a whisper that was much louder than he realized.
"Love you, Cedes," Quinn said as she hugged her.
Then they both turned around and headed out of the door with Sam following behind.
"See you soon," Sam said before turning to leave with her friends.
Mercedes smiled and turned away from the door. She began to walk around the condo, taking in the home Sam had been living in for the last half year. The view was so stunning, Mercedes felt like she could stare out of the windows for hours.
Then she walked down the hallway to peak in on Trey and Laila. They were both sleeping soundly in their respective rooms. She saw that Sam had taken a great deal of time to make the rooms look as similar to their ones at home as he could. Such a wonderful father, she thought for the thousandth time.
She looked in his bedroom and saw it only housed a queen sized bed and a dresser. That was pretty much it. The room felt so vacant and dismal, it filled her with sadness that this was where he turned in for the night.
"Soon you will be home, Sam," she said out loud.
She went back out to the livingroom and sat on the couch. She tried keeping her eyes open, but her lids were dropping and her head kept lolling forward and from side to side as she was unable to fight off sleep any longer.
Mercedes woke with a start some time later by her cell ringing loudly from her pocket. She was instantly awake and aware that Sam wasn't back yet. She frantically pulled it out and answered without looking.
"Sam?" she said anxiously into the phone.
"Mrs. Evans?" An unfamiliar deep accented voice said to her from the other side of the line.
She was immediately filled with dread, "Yes." She managed to answer.
"My name is Officer Andy Martinez. There has been an accident. I need you to come to Nashville General Hospital as soon as you can."
"Who was in the accident?" Mercedes was shouting into the phone while running around the room not knowing what to do first.
"I can give you details when you come down to the hospital, ma'am."
"Please just tell me who was in the accident and if -" she had to pause as a sob erupted out of her throat, "and if anyone has died."
He paused before saying, "It was a two car accident. The names of people involved are," she could hear him rustling papers, "Sam Evans, Quinn Fabray-Puckerman, Kurt Hummel and Gwen Reynolds. There were no fatalities but numerous injuries. Please come down now, Mrs. Evans."
Mercedes said a silent prayer of thanks that her loved ones were still alive and told Officer Martinez she would be there right away.