And the Band Played On Chapter 21, a glee fanfic

Chapter 21

Time had seemed to go by for the Evans's family. Before they knew it Christmas was around the corner. Under normal circumstances Mercedes and Sam would have been back in LA celebrating the holidays with Puck. Instead they were here with the Jones's while their children still remained hospitalized. Sam had noticed that Mercedes had gotten quieter as it neared Christmas. She had been helping her mother decorate the tree by sorting through the decoration boxes.

"Hey, need a hand?" he asked extending his hand.

She looked up at him sadly, "I've got it. Thank you."

He crouched down to her level, "What's the matter love? Talk to me"

Mercedes bit her lip, "It's just… it's Christmas and our babies are in the hospital. They aren't spending it with us," she frowned

"Aw sweetheart…" he sighed, "Do you want to go see them? Will that make you feel better?"

"No! I just want them home with us," she cried dropping some decorations in the box.

"I wish there was something I could do."

"Turn back time?" she asked looking into his eyes, "Go back to before Kurt was shot and force me to stay in LA. Then we wouldn't be here and I'd still be pregnant."

Sam placed his hands under her chin, "Hey… look at me. You know if I could I would but I can't. We can't do what's already done. All we have to do is accept was is now and just move on from it. Things happen for a reason..."

Sam's mind had started to wander for a moment as his memory was recalling one of the most upsetting things he and Mercedes had to deal with their twins. He sucked in his breath as he remembered how torn he was thinking he would lose his son. In just a small window of time his baby boy had went from good to bad in just a few short days.

"Sam you have to understand that his chances are very low. Unlike his sister he is struggling to breathe and doesn't respond well to ventilation," Dr. Green spoke

Sam looked from him to the incubator, "I don't care if his chances are low it still means he has a chance! Please, is there anything else you can do? I don't want my baby boy to die," he cried

"There really isn't much. His lungs weren't fully developed enough to open. All we can do is take him off ventilation and see if he starts breathing on his own."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Then he will die. I'm really sorry Sam…"

Sam stood there with his green eyes going wild as he fought back his tears. He had asked to speak with the doctor privately because he didn't want anymore bad news upsetting Mercedes. She had been a nervous wreck since they found out that Isaiah wasn't thriving like he was supposed to. The sudden decline in his health came as a shock to the both of them. Now here he stood in the NICU unit being told he had to make a life or death decision about his son.

"Don't be…can I… can I hold him without the tubes?"

"Are you sure-" Nurse Abrams had asked

"Damnit! If my son dies I'd rather him die in my arms close to my heart instead of alone and isolated in this thing."

She studied his face, "Fine… would you mind taking your shirt off?"

"What?" he said eyeing her

"With certain preemies we practice this method called skin to skin touch healing or Kangarooing. The point is to place the baby on usually the mother's bare chest so that the baby can try to heal itself from a physical touch. It doesn't always work though."

Sam stared at Isaiah, "I'll try anything…"

Sam undid his gown and gently pulled his t-shirt off. The nurse had to turn around to hide her blushing from the sight of his muscular build. He sat down in a chair with his hands folded. His greens stared at Isaiah wildly. Ms. Abrams walked over and started to unhook him from the machines. For a split second there was a loud beep on the heart monitor that caused Sam's own heart to stop for a second. The tiny baby barely moved as she gently picked him up and held him over to Sam. This was the first time Sam ever got to hold him. He was bewildered at the size of the little boy, taking in his appearance. Isaiah kept his eyes shut tightly and barely looked like a baby at all. He was still hooked up to ventilation machine, the tube sticking out of his small mouth. Sam bit his lip to fight the tears threatening to spill. He had to stay strong for his son, even if it meant hiding his own pain.

"Ok Sam, what you're going to do is place him gently on your chest close to your heart. I'll cover you both with a blanket so you stay warm."

"That's it?" he asked not taking his eyes off Isaiah.

"That's it. Once I remove the tube it'll be up to god to decide."

Nodding at her words Sam carefully placed Isaiah to his chest holding him close. He was afraid to hold him too tightly for the fear of hurting the weak little boy. Ms. Abrams moved around them as she started to take him off the ventilator. Sam used his other hand to carefully hold the little boy's head. An alarming sound had caught his attention. It sounded like the baby was gagging. He paled looking up at the nurse who was looking back at him with wide eyes.

"He's going to do that for a bit until he can catch his breath or…"

She didn't finish her sentence as she draped them both in a blanket and quietly left the room. As small as he was Sam could feel Isaiah's little heart beat against his own. Sam tried hard to block out the gasping sound that he was now making. He closed his eyes and rocked them back and forth.

"Did you know that Daddy could sing?" he asked, "Well, if it makes you feel better I'll sing to you."

People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one,
And we've only just begun.
Think I'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove,
Conceived in love.
Sun is gonna shine above.

And even though we ain't got money,
I'm so in love with you, honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning, when I rise,
You bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.

Seems as though, a month ago, I was Beta-Chi,
Never got high.
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now, I smile and face the girl that shares my name.
Now I'm through with the game.
This boy will never be the same.

Mercedes stood at the window of the NICU watching Sam interact with Isaiah. It was hard on her to have to watch them, even harder to not force herself to go in and be with them. She understood that this was a father and son moment and that this was something only Sam could do. So with a heavy heart she stood watching the man she loved and their little boy.

Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign,
Strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where the once was none.
Now we've just begun.
Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.

Sam continued to stroke his son's fuzzy head. The little gasps of air had finally started to subside. Panic and fear were rising in him but he still continued to sing, kissing his head. A few drops of tears landing on his chest and the blanket. He gently pulled the blanket closer to Isaiah feeling his small body starting to cool down. Sam was convinced he was hanging on barely and was just fading in and out for the time being.

Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup.
Drink it up.
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, better take her home.
Don't you live alone
Try to earn what lovers own.

"If you're in pain baby boy then go to God. Mommy and daddy won't be angry with you. You've had a very long and hard fight and we won't fault you for being tired. Just know that we love you so much," Sam couldn't contain his tears anymore, "We will always love you and your sister will always know you. I'm so happy to have met you and gotten this chance to spend with you. You give me so much strength and I thank you for it. But please don't struggle if you don't have too, it's ok…"

Mercedes noticed that Sam had a distant look in his eye. She could sense that he was thinking of something painful when his eyes started to glass over. Wanting to break him from any painful memories she placed her hand on his shoulder.

"You're right…" she said

"Huh?" he said bringing his thoughts back to the present.

"I said you're-"

Before they could finish their conversation the doorbell had started ringing. Mrs. Jones had gone to answer the door. To a very much surprised Sam and Mercedes, Sugar had stepped inside looking at the both of them. She stood their nervously clutching a large bag in her hands.

"Get out!" Sam yelled

Mrs., Jones was taken back by his outburst, "Samuel! That's not how you treat guest."

"She ain't no guest mother," Mercedes spat, "Why are you in my house?"

Sugar's eyes fell onto the floor, "I…um… I wanted to bring you a gift for the babies… I just found out what was going on with you and I'm so sorry…"

"I don't want your charity. Now please excuse yourself and leave," she said standing up.

"Wait! Please don't kick me out. I don't mean any harm. I just want to apologize to you and Sam," she said trying to make eye contact with him but he looked away, "What I did was wrong and I don't expect either of you to forgive me. But like I just want to make things right and be the better person for once," she said setting down the bag.

Sam eyed it, "What's in it?" he asked now standing next to Mercedes.

"It's um…well it's a blank scrapbook. I kind of went all out and got really cute papers, stickers, jewels and such. I hope you guys like it and use it to mark all the special things that happen in your babies' lives."

Sam didn't know what to say to her, "So you think you can just ring my doorbell and give us a bogus gift to make up for not only verbally assaulting me but trying to pay me off?" Mercedes snapped arching her eyebrow.

Now Sam's mood was back to being livid, "YOU DID WHAT!" he screamed as Sugar backed up.

"Ok…so maybe I over stepped my boundaries-"

"What money?" he asked angrily

"It was just a really random-"

"What fucking money is Mercedes talking about!"

"I…uh… I tried to get her to leave you and go back to LA by paying her off…" Sugar whispered avoiding eye contact.

Sam marched up to her and snatched the bag from her hand and threw it on the ground. He glared down at the tiny girl, "So you think you can buy me is that? Sam Evans's once a whore always a whore? It's just that simple huh? What's a little cash in exchange for my body!" he screamed, "How dare you insult not only me but Mercedes. What was my asking price Sugar? How much were you willing to pay for this?" he asked motioning his hands up and down his body, "How much money were you offering to make the love of my life disappear so you could have me all to yourself?"

Sugar was in tears as Sam peered closer to her. She could feel his breath on her face, "Six grand…"

Sam laughed, "Ha! Did you hear that Mercedes? I'm worth six grand," he said turning around to gaze at her. Mercedes bit her lip and looked at him worriedly, "So six grand…Tell me Sugar what exactly did you expect was going to happen for six grand?"

"Um…." She stuttered, "I figured it'd be enough for her to…to…make her and those babies disappear… they were holding… holding you back…"

"Get out…" he growled

"Look Sam I'm really sorry! I don't know what I was thinking that's why I wanted to make a peace offering…"

"NO! Get out! You don't get to buy me or my family's forgiveness. Take your sorry ass excuse and your sorry ass out of this house now! If I ever see you again or if you ever come near my family or even utter their names out of your mouth I will do more than share a few choice words with you."

Without hesitation Sugar turned on her heels and quickly left the Jones's residence. Once she was gone Mercedes brought her focus back to Sam. He stood with his back facing her, fist clenched so tight she thought his hands would start bleeding. When he didn't turn around she tried calling his name.

"Sam…" she received no response, "Sam please look at me."

"I can't…I can't face you Mercedes."

She walked up to him and placed a hand on his back, "Baby it's ok. Please look at me."

Sam could feel the tears starting to roll down his cheeks, "No… I can't believe it… six grand…" he whispered

"She's a bitch and a spoiled bitch."

"Did you want the money?" he asked quietly

"What? Why would you ask that?"

"Answer me Mercedes. Did you want to take the money?"

"No Sammy, I would never take money from her."

"That's not what I'm asking. If someone had paid you well enough would you take it and leave me alone?" he asked his voice trembling.

"Sam…there isn't a price anyone could pay me to stop loving you."

He turned around slowly biting his lip, "I feel so dirty…"

She closed the gap between them and placed her hands on his face, "Why? You did nothing wrong."

He averted his eyes, "It's like when I was stripping. My body had a price tag. There wasn't a price you couldn't offer to have me. I'm more than that. I'm more than my body."

"Baby…don't think like that. You are more than everything combined. You're the sweetest, most loving, funniest caring man I've ever met. You're also the world's greatest dad."

"But that doesn't erase that she tried to buy me. She tried to buy me from you Mercedes! Like I was up for grabs at an auction!" he stepped away from her to look out the window as the snow started to fall, "I hate my body so much… sometimes I wish I didn't look the way I did. Then people wouldn't think they could get away with doing or saying whatever they want to me. I'm so disgusting," he cried

Mercedes frowned, "Don't talk like that. You're not disgusting and I for one love your body. Besides don't talk about the way you look, our kids are fifty percent you. So if you hate the way you look then you're telling me you hate the way our kids look."

He gazed into her eyes, "But they're so beautiful. They have you for a mother and you're so breathtaking that sometimes I wonder why you even fell for me. You could have done so much better. Had I not gotten you pregnant you'd still be in LA moving forward while I remained here as a piece of property for someone else."

"Stop talking like that this instant! Stop it!"

"It's true Mercedes!" he was beginning to doubt himself, "Would you really have come back to Lima and given me another chance if it weren't for Aurora and Izzy? Granted I would chase you to the ends of the earth, but would you have taken me back?"

"Sam you can't ask me that. What has happened has happened. Do not ask me trivial shit that will do nothing but add fuel to this meaningless fire. I love you and that's all that should matter. Whether someone thought you were a prize to be brought before makes no difference to me because you are priceless."

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips softly against hers. She moaned from his touch as she brought her hands up to his hair. Sam deepened the kiss hugging her closer to his body. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused them to quickly pull apart. They both turned dazed to look to see Marley standing in the doorway with his bags. Immediately Mercedes squeezed herself out of Sam's grasp and rushed over to her brother.

"Marley!" She squealed hugging her older brother.

"Hey baby sis, looks like I was the PDA Police," he teased

"Shut up!"

"That I am. I would have been here sooner but I had stuff to finish up at school."

Mercedes peeled herself away from Sam so he could hug Marley, "Hey man how's it hanging."

"It's been good. Taking good care of my sister and the kids?" he asked

"To best of my abilities," Sam smiled

"Where are they?" he asked glancing around

Mercedes face grew dark, "They're still in the hospital…"

Marley stiffened, "Oh…that's ok! I would love to take a visit to see them. They can have company right?"

"Oh yeah," Sam started, "They always have a lot of visitors. They're pretty much like celebrities at the Lima General," he joked

"Is that my baby boy I hear!" Mrs. Jones shrieked descending the stairs to embrace her son.

"You're looking beautiful as ever," Marley stated

"Hush, don't go butter me up. You're not getting any pie until Christmas."

"Damn…" he muttered

"What was that?"

Marley grinned, "I said MAN mom," he lied

Alisha eyed her son, "Well don't stand there. Take your things to your room and then you can help Sam lay down some salt outside. I see it's starting to snow pretty hard."

"Yes ma'am," he said he said gathering his things and rushing up the stairs.

Once dinner was over Mercedes had stayed downstairs to help put away dishes. After making sure the kitchen was cleaned she retired upstairs to her room. As soon as she opened the door Sam had been laid out on the bed with a Santa hat and red silk boxers that had Christmas trees on them. She chuckled at the sight of him as he sat up on his knees motioning for her to join him on the bed. Slowly she sauntered over towards him as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What are you up too?" she asked bashfully

"Nothing…" he flirted

"You look really sexy in the boxers"

"Do I?" he asked coyly as his roamed over her body, "Well I think you need to lose some of this material…"

Sam had pulled her shirt over her head and slowly started sucking on her neck. She moaned as his lips traveled down to her bra. His gently slid his hand up her body and cupped her tender breast. Sam knew how sensitive they had been lately due to her starting to breastfeed.

"Sam…" she breathed, "We can't… my family…they'll hear…"

He stopped kissing her neck to stare at her, "I don't care…" he panted, "We started something downstairs earlier and I intend to finish it."

Grabbing her he pinned her to the bed. She giggled lightly as he kissed his way down to her sweats. In a swift motion he yanked them down along with her underwear. He gently spread her legs as he brushed his hand against her heat. Mercedes bit her lip at his touch. It had been awhile since they had had sex. They were normally too busy going back and forth to the hospital that by the time they got home to parents they were exhausted. Not wanting to wait any longer Sam bent down and kissed her cesarean scar making a kissing trail all the way down. He flicked his tongue against her clit causing her to squirm. Sam smirked to himself as he started to lather her clit with his tongue. Mercedes threw her head back biting her lip to keep from moaning. Smiling to himself he started to suck on her slipping a finger into her heat. The sound of her low moans had made his dick harder than it already was.

"Sam…oh…" she whispered

He slipped another finger inside milking her as he felt her clench around him. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction of an orgasm he quickly pulled his fingers out. She whimpered as he licked his hands clean of her. Not being able to stand the break she grabbed him and kissed him roughly. Sam took advantage of the kissing to grind against her. He could feel her juices soak into his silk boxes. Moaning against his mouth he pushed his pelvis harder against her wanting so bad to feel her tightness around him. Breaking their kiss he attacked her neck as he sucked and bit his way from one shoulder to the other. Mercedes used her legs to try and pull his boxers down from his waist. Sam devilishly smirked at her granting his request and slipping them off. Now the temptation was killing him. He could feel her heat as he gently rubbed the head of his cock near her opening. All he wanted to do was thrust in filling her with himself until she screamed. The one thing that he loved about her had been pregnant was the unprotected sex they would have. The feeling of direct skin to skin contact would send him on the edge. He would be a liar if he said he didn't get small pleasure in filling her with his seed each time.

Mercedes could sense that Sam was hesitating entering her. His kisses alone weren't enough to ease the ache in between her legs. She knew that he was trying to figure out if he should protect them or not. The better part of her judgment told her to grab a condom because they had just got done having two kids already. The other part of her wanted to feel ever ounce of him inside of her.

She broke their kiss, "Pull out," she panted

"What?" he asked in a daze continuing to kiss her.

"Pull out… I need you so badly…"

Without discussing it any further Sam quickly thrust in her, both of them hissing at the feel of each other. Sam's hands found her waist as he slowly slid in and out of her. Mercedes groaned not enjoying the teasing that he was inflicting on her. She gripped his hair, "Fuck me," she said forcedly. Sam pulled out all the way and slammed into her causing her breath to hitch. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked up the pace. He brought his lips down to hardened nipples gently biting and sucking on them.

"You're so fucking tight…shit Mercedes… oh god baby… so tight…" he moaned

"Don't stop…please…" she begged

"So tight," he repeated

The feel of her walls clenching around his cock made his eyes roll into his head. He knew he was getting closer and the tighter she got the closer she was too. Mercedes dug her nails into his back as she could feel her orgasm approaching. Reaching down between them Sam started to rub her swollen clit. Trying to cover her screams she bit down on his shoulder as she came on him. He gripped her waist tighter as her juices coated him. He was so close, he didn't want to stop.

"Fuck…oh shit…I'm about to cum… "He cried

He continued to thrust until he felt himself tense up. Cursing under his breath he quickly withdrew from her and came on her sheets. Groaning he rested his sweaty forward into the crook of her neck. She ran her fingers through his damp hair kissing his face.

"Merry Christmas Cedes," he whispered before kissing her

"Merry Christmas Sammy"

The sound of a click broke the silence in the room. Alisha had been sitting in bed reading when she glanced over at her husband. She laughed at the sight of the hard expression on his face.

"What are you doing?" she asked innocently

"I'm going to kill him!" he said checking the bullets in his pistol.

She rolled her eyes, "Gary calm down! It's not like they haven't had sex before."

"That's precisely the point! And in our house none the less! Does that boy have no respect that he would defile our daughter under our roof?"

"Put the gun away, you're not shooting him."

"Why? I should shoot his ass. Over here trying to create more babies in under a year…" he muttered under his breath

Alisha laughed, "Go to bed Gary."

"I can't! They're up there making more children as if getting two in one shot wasn't enough. What is wrong with that boy? He must have some nuclear sperm…"

"Go to bed Gary, now! Otherwise what they were just doing is something you and I will not be if you don't get into bed now!"

Gary grumbled as he put away his pistol. He stomped over to bed and got in turning off the light, "Just because I have to go to bed doesn't mean I like it," he mumbled. Alisha closed her book and kissed him.

"Merry Christmas"

Song "Danny's Song" by Loggins and Messina