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Sam looks at his phone for the third time since we sat down. I can tell he is uneasy about something but he hasn't said a word since we arrived.

He brought me to an elegant restaurant which isn't surprising, Sam is known for his extravagance which isn't necessary every time, but one can't stop him from going overboard. The restaurant is beautiful with chandeliers up on the high ceilings and with classical music playing in the background and waiters wearing fancy uniforms with bow ties. We haven't gotten our food. We just ordered when Sam looks down at his phone again.

"Is everything alright?" I ask looking at him.

He looks at me. "Yes."

"Sam." I half smile, to let him know it's okay" This is known territory, Sam's time isn't always mine. I understood that.

He sighs. "I'm so sorry. I just have to make a really quick call."

"It's okay," I say, reaching for the glass of Wine.

"I'll be right back," He says as he stands up.

I watch as he walks across the room, making his way around tables. I've always admired how good he looks in suits. He walks outside-to the balcony. I can see him pace as he presses the phone against his ear.

I look down at the glass of red wine as I wait. It feels strange to be on a date with Sam. Mostly because we haven't really defined our relationship. We don't know what's going to happen to us. Is this a good idea? This is why I hesitated earlier in the day when he asked mne out. Then I thought about how he had kept my clothes all these years. He could've just thrown them out Hell, he could have burned them but he didn't.

So I agreed. Besides, I did want to go out with Sam. I wanted to go on a date with him like we used to before we got married. I wanted to pretend nothing was Wrong. Of course, those days are gone now and Sam's dreadful look as he walks back to the table is proof of that.

"I'm so sorry, Mercedes, but I have to go to the hospital."

"Is everything okay?" I ask as I stand up and reach for my purse.

He takes out his wallet and pulls out some bills and places them on the table. "It's one of my patients," He says as we begin to walk out. "She's giving birth."

"I thought you only treated children."

"I do. I'm treating the newborn," He says as he unlocks the car. "My father was actually their family doctor. He was the one who did the check-ups of Kelly and her sisters when they were born. He was good friends with her father." He continues as he starts the car. "And now that he's gone-I've kind of taken over his job." His voice lowers as he talks about his dad.

"Anyway," He continues as he drives. "Kelly is crowning so she will be giving birth soon. I'll do the check-up on the baby and if all is well, as my predictions are, it shouldn't be long."

I nod slowly. "I thought the hospital doctors did check-ups?"

I'm so ignorant about Sam's job, it's ridiculous. I realize I never really bothered to ask him about it.

"They do most of the time." He explains as he looks straight at the road. "Unless the family asks if their children's doctor can do it. It's just better That way, I'll have the baby's records from the start instead of having to wait to have them transferred."

"Oh, okay, that makes sense," I say slowly.

He turns to look at me as he stops at a red light. "I'm so sorry again, Mercedes.

"Don't apologize." I tell him.

"I used to do this a lot before, didn't I?" He asks quietly.

I look out the window. "It's not your fault, Sam. Duty calls."

"It is though. I didn't put you as a priority -ever."

I bite my lip and don't say anything.

I really do understand that it's not Sam's fault but he's right. He never made me a priority, His job always came first. I understood at first, but you can only be so understanding. Eventually, I got tired and then I became unhappy. Is that how it's going to be if I come back? I would be going back to the same unhappy life I had. I don't want to go there. I don't want to be miserable again, It took me a long time to find myself and find the stability that I have right now. I can't lose myself again. I refuse.

We arrive at the hospital and Sam and I half-run inside. We get in the elevator and go up to the eleventh floor.

"I'm Im Doctor Evans ," Sam says to the nurse behind the counter. "I'm here for the Smith's."

The nurse nods. "Right this way, Doctor."

Sam turns to look at me and I nod with a smile. "I'll be right here."

He nods then turns and follows the nurse. I sit down on one of the chairs and watch him disappear down the hall. I see a pregnant couple women walking down the hallway. All with pained looks on their faces.

I look away and reach for a magazine instead. After looking through it, I grab my phone and look through social media. I don't know how much time passes before my phone begins to ring.

Caller Id: Matt.

I look down the hallway. There is no sight of Sam so I press the green button and bring the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Mercedes! I've been trying to reach you all day."

I bite my lip. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've been busy."

"Where are you? I went to your house but you weren't there."

"I'm still in California,"I say to him. "I'm going to be here for the next few days."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah"I stand up and began to pace.

"Jane broke her arm so we had to stay here."

"Oh, God. Do you need anything? I could come-

"No, no," I say quickly. "Please don't bother. She's fine. I just wanted her to get a few more check-ups before we left." I shake my head.

-Liar, liar, pants on fire-

"Okay, well, I'm glad you're okay." He pauses. "I miss you."

I frown. "Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't able to answer until now."

You're horrible, Mercedes. A horrible, horrible person

"It's okay, I'm glad I gotto talk to you."

"Yeah me too. I, uh, have to go."

"Yes, of course. Please call me ifyou need anything."

"Okay, thank you. Bye."

"Good-bye."

My hands shake as I hang up the phone. I take a deep breath, suddenly feeling suffocated. I look around but don't see Sam anywhere.

I need some air.

I walk back to the elevator and go down to the first floor and hurry. The fresh air feels good against my face.

What the hell am I doing? I'm dating two men that don't know about each other and one of them is my husband. Matt and I aren't exclusive. We have only been out ona few dates over the past two months. It's not a relationship. At least it's not for me. We haven't had the 'what are we? conversation. He doesn't deserve what I'm doing though. I'm lying to him. He's wasting his time with me when he can be seeing other women that he could have a real future with.

The thing is that I know I don't want anything serious with Matt. I just like to hang out with him. It's been a distraction. No, it's not fair but it seemed okay before seeing Sam again.

Sam...my husband. Maybe soon to be ex-husband. I don't know what we're doing. I have my life in Arizona and he has his here. I sit down on a bench and look straight ahead. There isn't really anything, just the parking lot. I can see people making their way into the hospital while others walk out, ready to go home. I can hear the sound of an ambulance close by. It's a busy night.

Sam and I need to talk. We need to figure out what's going to happen. Either way, I need to break off whatever . Matt and I have. Technically, I'm in two relationships that are undefined and probably going nowhere. Go figure.

I don't want to even think about what Sam would do if he found out I was dating another man. Would he care? I know he would. There is no way he hasn't dated anyone during these years though.

He's a handsome, successful doctor thatI know he catches the attention of many women. The thought of him with another woman makes me uncomfortable. I left him. I left my husband. I gave him up. Maybe that should be my punishment. I don't like it but I know I deserve it.

~~~~~~

I stare at the coffee maker as the coffee drips into the glass. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the kitchen. Sam's coffee maker is so much newer than mine. I'm in love with it.

I woke up to an empty bed this morning and with a text from Sam letting me know he would be back later. Last night, we ended up getting home until around eleven at night. The labor had taken a little longer than anticipated. Thankfully, the mother and baby were fine.

Sam, of course, felt guilty though I assured him it was okay. I wasn't angry at him for looking after the health of a newborn. I used the time to contemplate life, which God knows I need to do. I need to get my life together.

"What are you doing?"

I look up at Quinn who is standing by the dining room table wearing shorts and black T-shirt.

"Looking at art." I joke as I reach for a mug. "Do you want a taste of it?"

she chuckles. "Well, if you put it like that, yes please."

I smile as I pour coffee into two white mugs then go and sit down next to Quinn. It feels like I haven't seen her in a long time. Today is Wednesday. The days are going by slow and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing yet.

Quinn still has her sleepy face on. Her left

cheek is marked with the pillow, the universal sign of a good sleep.

"So," I say as I put cream in my coffee. "You are a landlord who still lives with her mom,"

"Ouch." She winces then shrugs. "I get money deposited into my account every month and don't pay rent. This is how you get rich, baby."

I laugh. "I guess it's sort of smart."

"I had to do something smart with the money dad left for me," she smiles, "But I'm working on it. Do you know what a turn off it is to guys when they find out you live with your mom?"

"Yes, I do," I say slowly.

"So what's up with you, mercy?" She asks, changing the subject. "Are you moving back or what?"

I shake my head. "I can't move back into this house."

"Because of my mom."

I bite my lip. "Yes."

"You should tell Sam. He would do anything to get you to stay. He would buy you a mansion if you asked him to."

"Sam and I...we haven't really talked," I say quietly. "I don't know what we're doing, Quinn." I look down at the table.

"Well, there's definitely a big talk coming for you guys but" she leans in, resting her elbows on the table. "Why don't you worry about that later? Just, you know, enjoy your time together. Consummate your love."

I laugh, feeling my cheeks grow hot. "Oh my god, stop!"

she frowns. "You're right. Now I'm picturing my brother naked."

I keep laughing but she made me picture Sam naked. His bare muscular chest, toned arms...I shake my head. Not the time, Mercedes.

Quinn smiles. "For reals though, just enjoy your time together. Worry about the hard stuff later."

I look at her. "Is that your life motto?"

"It is actually." She smirks. "And look at me, living a pretty chill life."

I shake my head with a smile. "So, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. Do you know how hard it is to find a loyal man now-a-days? They give you these played out ass stories and then be hooking up with twenty one different chicks at once."

"Twenty-one, wow ." I laugh. "That's a bit dramatic. You want to settle down soon or what?"

she runs a hand through her messy hair. "I just want something real, you know? I haven't been in a relationship-well, since you left."

"Really?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

she grins. "I appreciate the tone of surprise. "

"Don't flatter yourself," I say bringing the cup of coffee up to my lips.

"Too late." She winks at me making me giggle.

My friendship with Quinn has always been like this. Easy and fun. I honestly don't know how I would have made it through college without her. She was that cool best friend everyone dreams of. Quinn is a really nice girl, not to mention beautiful, which is why I'm surprised she hasn't found the guy of his dreams. I guess this is where the whole looks-don't- mean-everything thing comes in. It's all about the right time.

The front door suddenly opens and sam walks in carrying plastic bags on one hand and a brown bag on the other. He is wearing a gray suit today with a white dressed shirt and a black tie. He looks so handsome.

"Hey," He says when he sees Quinn and I. "Brought breakfast", he says placing the bags on the table.

"Cool," Quinn says as she begins to take the food out of the bags.

Sam sit down next to me then takes out a dozen white roses out of the brown bag. "For you," He says in a low voice as he hands them to me.

I smile as I reach for them. He remembers how much I love white roses. There is something so unique about them despite the fact that they are really cliché. I like to think of them as pure. Our wedding had nothing but white roses. "Wow. Thank you," I say looking up at him.

He offers me a small smile as he looks at me.

"No PDA kids," Quinn says then raises her eyebrows. "Please."

I look away sheepishly. If only Quinn knew Sam and I haven't even kissed since I got here.

"I brewed coffee, would you like a cup?"I ask him as we settle down for breakfast.

"Yes, please."

I stand up and go and pour a cup of coffee for him, feeling very much like a wife. God, I'm so pathetic.

"Thank you," he says says when I place it on the table.

"So," Quinn says as we eat. "I was going to the beach today. Do you think Jane would want to come?"

I raise my eyebrows as I turn to look at him. "For what?"

"cause she's my friend, of course," she says quickly.

"She's a baby, Quinn."

"She's eighteen," she replies back with an amused look on her face.

"Better tell them boys to keep their hands and thoughts to themselves." I warn.

she laughs. "Oh come on, we're family already aren't we?, I got her"

I turn to look at sam, shocked. A smile is playing on his lips but he looks up.

"Careful, Quinn."

"You're older than her!" I say turning to look at Quinn who is laughing.

"Chill, I'm just playing with you. I just thought I'd take her so she wouldn't be here all day." she shrugs.

Well, she does have a good point. She's been here all day yesterday and I feel guilty about making her stay here and do nothing all day.

"I guess you can ask her. I'm sure she'll want to go but please take care of her. And send me the address. I might stop by later,"

Quinn laughs. "Wow, you are strict. I feel bad for your future children."

I roll my eyes at her. "Shut up."

I know I'm strict to Jane, considering she's eighteen, but I made it my goal to get her through her teens without getting pregnant or doing drugs or anything bad. She not even wild, she's actually a good kid thanks to our mom. I'm just always paranoid of something happening to her.

The sound of a phone ringing down the hall makes Quinn stand up. "That's my phone."

"Don't worry, I'll warn her to be careful," Sam says after he disappears down the hall.

"Thanks." I half smile. "I know she's technically an adult but she's my little sister."

"Of course," Sam says resting his arm on the back of my chairs He checks the time on his silver watch. "I have an appointment today in about an hour but I have cleared the rest of the day. I would like to spend it with you."

He is leaning in, dazzling me with his eyes. Oh how good it would feel to kiss him right now.

I blink. "Uh, yeah, of course."

Just enjoy your time together. Worry about the hard stuff later.. I turn to look at him. "Why don't I-uh go to the clinic with you?"

"You want to go?" He asks with a surprised look on his handsome face.

"Yeah. I mean if I can-"

"Of course, yes," He says with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Okay." I stand up. "I'll go change then."

I walk down the hall and change quickly. I go with a black high neck ribbed knit dress . I put on my favorite black heels back when I was here. I was glad to find my clothes in Sam's closet. I had only brought professional looking clothes for the trip and I missed my causal attire. I guess I'm sort of like Sam in that sense. I work in a bank so I always dress professionally. I don't have a problem with because I actually like to dress like that. It makes me feel like I have a purpose.

On my way out of the room, I go into Jane's room. She is attempting to make the bed with one arm.

"Here" I say setting my purse down. "I'll help you."

"Are you going out?" Jane asks.

"Yeah-with Sam," I say as I fix the comforter. "Did Quinn talk to you?"

She nods. "I can go right?

"Yeah." I look at her. "Just be careful please and"

"No drinking." She interrupts me with a smile. "I know."

I smile. "Okay." I fix the pillows. "Do you need anything before I leave? There's breakfast in the kitchen."

"Nothing, Mrs. Evans." She teases with a smile.

"Stop it,"I say trying not to smile.

"cedes," She says as she walks towards me. "I know we're going back to Arizona but if Sam makes you happy, and I know he does, you should give him another chance."

I smile. "Okay." I hug her. "I'll see you tonight okay? Please be careful and remember boys are evil."

"Oh yeah, that's why you are married to One"

I laugh. "Shut up."

"Go get him." She winks at me.

I shake my head with a smile. "Bye," I say as I walk out of the room. She's the second person to tell me to enjoy my time with Sam. I don't know if they're setting me up but maybe it's time I listen.


Please excuse any grammar errors that may occur. Again sorry for the slow updates.