A/N: So I'm back with another update, and it is Mercedes heavy. This shows how she handles this mess with Sam, and I warn you now, it's not pretty. I want to thank my beta Zeejack for keeping me on track, and being a great friend. So enough rambling, go read! Happy Reading :)

MUCH LOVE

***DISCLAIMER*** I own nothing, and please excuse any mistakes, my beta and I are only human.

Mercedes sat in her dressing room, nursing a glass of orange juice and ginger ale. Her head was pounding, and she was still upset with Sam. She still haven't told him about the baby yet, because their only conversation after she found out about the baby was yet again another argument.

FLASHBACK

The tour took Mercedes to LA, and that made her and Sean very happy. She was going to see her friends since she had three shows at The Staples Center, and of course Sean was excited to see Quinn. They had a couple of days off, and they all wanted to blow off some steam. So Mercedes decided to treat her band, background singers, dancers, and crew to a night out. She rented out the VIP section at one of the hottest clubs in LA, Quest. She made sure the alcohol was flowing, although she didn't partake in the drinking. She hoped no one would notice, but if they did, she already had a reason for not drinking. She invited Santana, Puck, and Quinn to come, and they were all having a great time. The last thing she wanted to do right now was think about Sam, but of course that was hard to do when everyone kept bringing him up. She didn't let people know that she and Sam were having a fight, so they had no way of knowing to avoid the subject.

"Hot Mama, this club is banging! Your man would love this!" Puck said, throwing back another drink. He knew what was going on between the two of them, and he was trying to see if she was going to open up to him.

She inwardly rolled her eyes at the mention of Sam, but she couldn't let Puck see that. "Yeah he would, but his focus is on his recovery." Just talking about him made her blood boil, but she had to keep it together.

Puck knew Mercedes well enough to know that when she was like this, it it was it was best it was best not to push. "That's cool hot mama, maybe he'll get to come the next go round." He gave her a knowing look, just to let her know that he knew.

Did he know? He couldn't have known...right? Unless he talked to Sam...Shit! Note to self, avoid Puck for now. She quickly smiled and went to greet some of the other crew members. She finally took a seat at the table where Santana and Quinn were, and she smiled, "You guys having a good time?"

"Of course we are!" Santana excitingly said, "Who wouldn't in a place like this, with this VIP treatment?"

"As always, you went all out Cedes." Quinn chimed in. "I'm just glad to have my man back, even if it is for a few days."

Mercedes gave Quinn a warm smile, "I know you miss him, and I am so sorry for taking him away from you for so long."

"I do miss him, but I understand it's his job, and he is doing what he loves. I couldn't keep him off the road if I tried." She laughed, "But I know you know how I feel, seeing as you had to leave your man behind as well."

Sam was not what she wanted to talk about, but she had to act normal, and not let on to anything, "Yeah…" Was all she said.

Quinn scrunched her brow, she knew right away something was off, "Cedes, are you okay? You seem a bit off."

Damn Quinn and her observant self…. Mercedes shrugged her shoulders, "I'm fine Q, really." She needed to get away from this situation and fast. She looked over and saw a few of her dancers on the dance floor, so she was going to follow suit. "Excuse me guys, that dance floor is calling my name" She quickly made her way to the floor and started dancing like a wild woman. She danced for what seemed like hours, throwing caution to the wind, and just went for it. And suddenly her body had to remind her to slow her ass down, because she got lightheaded, and nauseous. She was dancing with Jay and he noticed the change in her.

"Cedes, are you okay?" He held her in his arms, and was starting to panic when she looked at him with her eyes glassed over. "Cedes…..Cedes!" He got the attention of some of the other dancers around him, "Something's wrong!" Rick, one on the other dancers, went and got Sean and Mike, by this time, a crowd started to form around her. They knew they needed to get her out of there, so Jay wrapped her arm around him, and headed towards the door. He was informed that her car would be waiting for her out front. Once they hit the door, camera flashes started to blind them, and paparazzi were everywhere. Jay pushed through the crowd, still trying to make sure Cedes was alright. Once he got her in the car, Santana, Quinn, Puck, Sean and Mike was right there, and they headed back to the hotel.

Mercedes woke up the next morning feeling a lot better, she pushed herself too hard last night. She insisted that she didn't have to go to the hospital, and that all she needed was rest, and she was right. She rubbed her stomach, "Sorry little one, I know I was doing the most last night, and I promise that won't happen again." Just then her phone rang, and she saw it was Sam. She sighed, not really wanting to answer it, but she went and did it anyway. "Maybe he's calling to apologize for being an ass." She answered the phone, "Hello…"

Sam was pissed! He was looking at his emails, when he got an alert showing his wife in the arms of another man, at a club! Sure they had a fight, but to run to the arms of another man was a bit much. He was livid, and he wanted to get to the bottom of this, so he called her. When she answered, he felt his blood boiling, "What the hell Mercedes! We have one fight, and you decide to step out on our marriage!"

This was not the apology she was expecting, as a matter of fact, this was nothing like she expected. "What the hell are you talking about Sam?" To say she was confused was an understatement.

Oh now she don't know what I'm talking about. "Why am I looking at you and some guy coming out of a club last night, and you all over him?"

Finally realizing what he was talking about, Mercedes had two choices, she could a.) Tell him the truth and try to squash this. Or b.) Make him squirm for being such an ass to her before. She was feeling mighty petty right now, and she decided on B! "Oh that…. well since we have a few days off, we all decided to go out last night, and we had a great time. As you can see by the pictures, we partied hard, you should have been there, you would have loved it." She smirked, feeling proud of herself.

Sam on the other had was seething, she was not denying anything. "And the guy?" He spat out with gritted teeth.

"What about him?"

"Mercedes, don't play with me, who is the guy?"

"If you were here, you would know who the guy was, but since you want to focus on your recovery, why don't you do that and let me focus on being a superstar." She spat out to him, making sure to use the words he threw at her. This time it was her turn to hang up on him.

"Mercedes…...Mercedes! FUCK!" Sam threw his phone across the room. I really fucked up this time.

END OF FLASHBACK

She hadn't spoken to him since that day, but he has tried to call her. She made sure he knew he was ignoring his calls, between her normal diva sass and her hormones being kicked into overdrive, she was not going to make this easy for Sam at all. Her phone buzzed, and it was a text from Sam.

Mercy, please call me, it's been two days now. I really want to talk to you. ~Sam I Am

She refused to text him back, her focus today was her show. She stuffed her phone in her pocket and headed towards the stage for soundcheck. She was walking around the corner, and heard her male dancers all talking, and something clicked in her head. It was one of those angel devil on the shoulder moments, don't you do this Mercedes, you and Sam need to work this out. Then the devil popped up, girl, that man disrespected you, he needs to be taught a lesson. You know who won right? Mercedes pulled out her phone, called Sam, and stuck the phone back in her pocket. She was going to "accidentally on purpose" butt dial Sam. Sure it was petty, but that was the mood she was in right now. Once the call was connected, she sauntered over to the guys with a huge smile on her face. "Hey guys, what you all talking about over here?"

Sam was lying in the bed, hoping Mercedes would call him back. When his phone rang, he smiled seeing her face pop on his screen, he quickly answered. "Mercy...baby…hello?" But she wasn't answering. Then he heard her voice, but she wasn't talking to him.

"Hey Cedes…" They all said, but Jay started speaking for the group. "We were just talking about how much fun we had the other night, and how concerned we were for you."

"Mercedes!" Sam tried to get her attention, but it was no use. He thought about hanging up, but hearing the guys she was talking to intrigued him, and he wanted to know what they were talking about. He rolled his eyes hearing them talk about how much fun they had the other night. That fucker!

She didn't want to talk about the latter part of the evening, she wanted Sam to hear about the fun part. "Yeah we did have a good time, I never danced so much in my life. I was glad to have such amazing dance partners" She giggled and was blatantly flirting.

"I'm glad to see you're looking better." Rick chimed in, but he was a notorious flirt, and he couldn't stop himself from flirting a little bit, "But you always look good."

Mercedes giggled, "Oh Ricky, you are such a charmer. I'll take the compliment though."

The fuck! Was she flirting back with this clown? Sam was losing it with every word he heard. "Mercedes!"

Sergio piped in, "I like that outfit Cedes, you working it." He licked his lips as his eyes traveled up and down her body.

"You do?" Mercedes did a spin for them, "I just got these pants, I like the fit of them." She knew hearing another man compliment her body would piss Sam off.

"Oh yeah, they fit perfectly…." He bit his bottom lip taking in how the pants hugged her ass.

She had to put the icing on the cake, "Oh Serg, you can't look at me like that, I'm a married woman, and I know my husband would not appreciate you looking at me like that." She giggled.

Sergio shrugged his shoulders, "Well luckily for me, he's not here."

I'm going to kick his punk ass the minute I see him. Sam was seeing red, and he couldn't stand to hear another word, so he hung up the phone. "AAARRRGGGHHH! How could she do this to me?" He didn't know what to feel right now, he was mad, angry, pissed, but the most he felt was hurt. A single tear rolled down his face. "I can't lose her."

Mercedes was tired of this game, and she actually was starting to feel bad, so she was going to end this. "You guys are crazy, I got to go, but I'll see you guys out there." She quickly walked away, and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She saw Sam hung up, and looked at the log to see he was definitely listening. The one thing she didn't expect was for her to feel bad, she did it on purpose, and she got the result she wanted….right? Wrong, she did something that she said she would never do, and that was deliberately hurt Sam. As mad as she was at him, she still loved him, and she never wanted to hurt him. She sighed and called him back, but it went to voicemail.

Sam, call me back, I'm ready to talk now.

Sam listened to the voicemail, and shook his head, "Now I'm not." And he deleted it.

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After the show, Mercedes was in her hotel room, and she had called Sam a couple more times, but she continued to get his voicemail. She knew she messed up big time, and now she needed to figure out how to fix it. She heard a knocking on her door, and she schlepped over to answer it. She looked through the peephole and saw it was Santana and Quinn. She opened the door, "Hey guys." She stepped back to let them in, "What do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight?"

Quinn and Santana had been concerned about Mercedes since that incident at the club. They had a few discussions about it, because they both noticed something off about her, and now they were here to air their concern to her. Santana spoke up first.

"We need to talk girl, and you are going to be straight up honest with us, because we are not going to take any bullshit tonight."

Mercedes was a little taken back by the tone she was receiving from Santana, "Okay, but what bullshit have I been giving you?"

Quinn sat down, and crossed her leg, smoothing down her skirt, "We want to know what's going on with you, and don't say nothing, because we know it's something."

"You were acting weird at the club, dancing around like a woman possessed." Santana stated, "And then you get sick, what was that?"

"We know you weren't drinking, because we saw you never had a drink all night." Quinn said.

Mercedes didn't like this line of questioning, she tried not to stand out, but she knew when she got sick, that put all the attention on her. "Look ladies, I know you're concerned about me, and I do appreciate that, but I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" Santana spat out, "You're pregnant!"

Mercedes eyes bugged out of her head, and she couldn't believe Santana knew that, "H-How did you know?"

"I didn't but you just confirmed it." She sat back with a smirk on her face.

Quinn laughed, "Good one Tana. Now you are going to tell us what you and Sam are fighting about?"

"Come on, there is no way you knew about that from the other night." Mercedes said rolling her eyes.

"No…" Quinn said, "We knew about that, because Sam called Puck and told him. We were just waiting for you to come to us."

Mercedes sighed, "I just wanted to deal with this on my own, and not burden you guys with my drama."

"Are you serious Cedes?" Santana said rolling her eyes, "We're your girls, and you know we will always be here for you. There's no such thing as burdening us. Now are you going to tell us what's going on?"

Mercedes was actually glad to get this off her chest. She told them everything about how Sam set himself back by deviating from the physical therapist's program. And how he continued to treat her like she was the enemy. She told them about what he said about how she treats him like a baby, and how she said she was not going to do that ever again.

Quinn and Santana listened patiently as she told them everything, and they were so mad at Sam for treating their girl like that. But they knew Mercedes really well, and they knew she didn't take this lying down. "So what did you do Mercedes?" Quinn asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What did you do to get Sam back for what he did?" Santana replied, "And don't say not talk to him, because I am not going to believe that's all you did."

Mercedes sat back on the bed, and let out a sigh, "Well…"

"I knew you did something…" Quinn said.

"I kinda butt dialed him on purpose, and made sure he heard me talking to some of the dancers."

Santana's eyes widened, "Talking or flirting?"

Mercedes dropped her head, and in a weak voice, "Flirting."

"CEDES!" Quinn huffed, "You know how possessive Sam is over you, and you know that is the one thing that drives him out of his mind. Please tell me you talked to him."

"I tried to call him, but it keeps going to voicemail." She said sadly, "I think I hurt him bad this time." She felt the tears coming again.

"Oh Cedes, don't cry." Quinn wrapped her arms around Mercedes shoulders, "I'm sure Sam will come around, I mean he knows you guys are having a baby, so he has to let this go."

The color drained from Mercedes face, and Santana looked at her.

"You didn't tell him?"

She shook her head, "I didn't have a chance." The tears were falling rapidly at this point. "Every time we talked, we ended up arguing. I didn't think it was the right time to tell him."

"You have to tell him Cedes, you can't keep this from him." Quinn said.

"I know, you think I don't know that, but how am I going to tell him, when he won't even talk to me?" Mercedes had enough, and she just got up and locked herself in the bathroom, and cried.

Quinn and Santana both knew this was bigger than what they could do, so it was time to bring in the big guns. They both pulled out their phones, and moved to opposite sides of the room.

Santana dialed a number, and waited for an answer.

Quinn dialed another number, and waited for an answer.

"Hello Mama J….." Santana said.

"Hello Mama Evans…" Quinn said.

"We have a problem…" They said together.

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A week had past and Mercedes and Sam still haven't talked. She was done calling him, only to be sent to voicemail. She decided that she was going to focus on her and her tour, and deal with Sam once she made it home. It was like she turned off her Sam switch and flipped on her diva switch 24/7. Everyone on the tour noticed it too, she was not as social as she was before, and she stayed more to herself, and rehearsed a lot. They finally left LA and was now in Seattle Washington, and Mercedes was in her hotel room, looking out her window. She had a perfect view of the Space Needle, and she wanted to go there so bad, but she knew there was no time to go, so she let that thought go. She looked out for a few more minutes, before she heard someone knocking at her door. She sighed, she didn't want to be disturbed, but apparently someone didn't get the memo. "Coming…" She made her way to the door and opened it, and her eyes went wide. "Mom!"

A/N: So there you have it! These two are a hot mess, but now that the big guns were called in, hopefully they will help these two get their acts together. Hope you all enjoyed it and as always, let me know what you think, good bad or indifferent!