Disclaimer: I just want to co-sign whoknowstv's review. I did use creative liberty in rewriting Chapter 7 because the villain in Tickled Pink wasn't drunk, so I had to do a quick pre-write to make Puckerman's attack on Mercedes in her home plausible. Also, I was like whoa, Mercedes having sex with Sam so soon without a condom my philosophy is no glove no love, and for the last part of that previous chapter, I have no excuse, but I did work like the devil to get Chapter Eight ready for you ASAP to remove the bad taste of the ending of Chapter Seven. See I am not too cruel and unusual. I will never leave you hanging loves. This chapter has less smut, but still is rated M, a lot more conversation and less action happens which is sorely needed. Thanks again for all the love you show this story, and if you ever get a chance to read the original you know that most of the wtf moments do not come from me so I am grateful that I can't take the credit.

Chapter Eight

Sam sat in the dark house waiting on Mercedes to come home. For some reason the place felt empty even though he had McConaughey curled up against his lap and Chewie stretched out against his feet. He couldn't stop his mind from retracing the day's events. That morning started out awesome with him and Mercedes giving each other pleasure in the shower why her Jacuzzi bath filled up. They had agreed to go on a date, and he was walking on top of the world.

Then everything came crashing down because of a model who didn't love him, but loved his money had came down from New York to be with him uninvited. When he remembered the hurt look in Mercedes' eyes which he vowed to never put there again and failed miserably which caused him to stay there standing like a deer in a car's headlights, Sam couldn't help but disturb the dogs and get up to fix himself another drink.

As he moved to the bar to fill up his glass, he couldn't help but notice the flowers that he had told Brittany to order, so that they would be ready before he left with her on their first date. A smart man would have put them in water, but he had no energy to do anything not even to eat, to watch TV, and not even to work. All he could think about was how he must be the loser his mother always said he was. She told him that he would never amount to anything good. He thought he had disproved her with his success, money, and expensive car, but the old hag was right. He was lonely, and all these years he didn't know what he was missing until Mercedes came into his life. And like the true loser he was, he messed it all up.

As he was downing his third glass of scotch, he heard the door opening, and he could see Mercedes trying to quietly enter her own home. When she walked through the foyer and glanced through the room, she saw him, and Sam could see the pure hatred glaring from her eyes.

"I thought you would still be out on your date with Marla."

"I didn't go out with Marley, and you would have known this if you would have deigned yourself to answer the calls that I know flooded your phone."

"I was too busy to answer my phone."

"So where were you? I know you were not at Mike's and Tina's or your parents' houses."

"What gives you the right to question where I was, and anyways how do you know I wasn't at those places?"

"Because I called them and when I finally reached Tina, she told me not to worry."

"You called my parents' and my friends' houses?" Mercedes was shocked. She thought since Sam hadn't left and chased after her that he didn't care about her leaving him earlier with Marley.

"Yes, I knew that you were upset, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I figured you would go to Tina and vent to her."

"I had no intention of going to see Tina."

"Well I asked Tina to call Kurt, and he hadn't heard from you, and I called Stacie, and she said she hadn't heard from you either. By the way, she says you owe her a phone call."

"I went to see Judge Washington, and I told her that I was willing to serve the thirty days in jail."

"Why would you do a crazy thing like that?"

"Because I would rather lose my reputation and the remnants of my career than to stay married to a man who was willing to take my virginity and then hook back up with his girlfriend."

"I may be a lot of things, but I am not a liar, Mercedes. While I am married to you, I promised to be faithful, and I fully intend to live up to my word. The Evans family may not be old moneyed and famous, but my father instilled in all of his children the importance of being honest. I am not a cheater. I have been cheated on; I know how it feels. After being with you last night and even this morning, a man would have to be crazy to cheat."

"Yeah right," he heard Mercedes say and felt the heavy weight that was on chest increase in size.

"I am going to be honest with you and tell you what I did last night after watching you fall asleep."

"I am not sure that I like the sound of what you are saying, and I am more than a little reticent to hear about what you did."

"I looked you up on Google."

"Wow, Samuel Evans, you had to be the millionth person in the world to do that."

"I learned about your career as a song writer, back up singer, and how you rose to fame, your involvement in charities, your work as a mentor, and the one thing that stuck out to me the most was pictures taken of you three days apart. In one picture your hair is curly and almost to the middle of your back, and the next picture is of you with straight hair that is cut in a very short hairstyle."

"What's the point of all this Sam?"

"The point is I talked to Tina, and I found out why you cut all your gorgeous hair off before I googled you, but I didn't realize the drastic change in your appearance until I saw the pictures, and no woman that I have known would have done what you did. You are unlike any female that I have ever met."

"How many glasses of alcohol have you had?"

"Not enough to be drunk. If you hadn't come home when you did I probably would have stayed up until the bottle was emptied. After just two glasses I was in the wallowing stage. Wallowing in the fact that I am the biggest idiot in the world for not chasing after you and kissing you in front of Marley and telling her to hit the road because I don't want her, I want you."

"What do you want me to say to that Sam? That you are right…It doesn't change the fact that you hurt me by your actions."

"I know I hurt you, and I don't know what I want you to say, but I do know once you left that I kicked Marley's ass to the door, she knew we had broken up before she went to New York, and I haven't had any communication with her at all. Her showing up at my office dressed like she was, was totally inappropriate, and I made Brittany swear to have her picture circulated, and everyone knows to not let her in the building or call security if they see her. I didn't care to hear her explanations; all I cared about was the hurt that I saw in your eyes. It pierced me to the deep. I don't know the right thing to say or do at this point. I am being open and honest and trying to communicate with you. I just know that I never want to feel the way I felt when you walked out my office again."

"Well, it looks as if you are stuck with me because Judge Washington wouldn't let me go to jail. After I told her why I wanted out, she said, 'Girl that is what marriage is about. You think you the only woman who has had to learn how to deal with a man with a wandering eye. Men's eyes wander, you just have to suck it up and be the freak in the sheets he needs so he doesn't crave another woman's loving. I won't sentenced you two to jail unless you come with me with proof that your man is cheating, he comes with proof that you are cheating on him, or you two spend more than the allotted days a part. Now get the hell out of my chambers.'"

"I won't ever cheat on you, and if you decide to return to your career, then I will miss days of work and go with you; so, it looks like you are stuck with me."

"You know that I won't cheat on you, so unless I am driven to the point of not being able to look at your face anymore, then I guess you are stuck with me as well." Mercedes reluctantly admitted.

"Mercedes if we are going to stay together than surely you know that I won't be able to survive without touching you, kissing you, and making love to you."

Mercedes didn't want to admit that she didn't want him to resist their pull of sexual attraction that they had for each other, but he was being honest with her, and she had to be honest with him. "I wouldn't want you to stop Sam. I think that is what hurt so bad today thinking it meant so little to you when it meant a lot to me."

"I never meant to hurt you. I would rather do harm to myself than to cause you to hurt the way I have."

It was something about the timber of his words and the look in eyes that made Mercedes admit, "I believe you Sam."

"Will you give me a third chance Mercedes Evans?"

"I think that you should use your tongue and its other brand of persuasive skills in convincing me to do so," Mercedes said to him saucily lowering her tone and licking her lips while doing so.

"Oh do you want my tongue to kiss your soft and succulent lips, or do you want me to use my tongue to lick your Hershey kisses shaped nipples, or how about if my tongue licks all the way down your body until I get to lap up the addictive taste of you from your tight little treasure cove."

"Oh Sam you should have stopped while you were ahead, treasure cove. Have you been reading Stacie's romance novels?"

"Yep, she gave me several of them. She told me my game was weak, and I needed all the help in the world to woo you."

"Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her, but you don't need any help from any romance novel. You satisfy me just fine and believe me when I say that you satisfy me so much that I am now slightly wet in anticipation of you doing the things that you do so well."

"How about I channel my inner Felvis and tell you that a little less talking is required now and a lot more action."

"You crazy man how bout I keep channeling your favorite female rap group and say yo yo yo yo baby-pop, yeah, you come here gimme a kiss, betta make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed."

Sam was enjoying their playful banter until she start rapping Salt-N-Pepa's "Push It." He couldn't stop himself from grabbing her up into his arms and giving her the kiss she so playfully rapped about it.

Mercedes was so carried away with the kiss that she almost forgot her original intentions for returning home and that was to make sure the dogs were fed and walked. "Sam, wait, I need to feed and walk the dogs."

"I have already done that unfortunately I was missing you so much I forgot to put them back in their room. They were here keeping me company."

"Oh, Sam now I really have to tell you taking care of and loving on my doggies makes me want to do something that I thought I would never do." Mercedes admitted before she told him, 'get up on this' and danced her way back into his arms.

Sam didn't even try to stop himself from grinding into her body as she taunted him with getting up on her. He wanted to get on her and imprint himself on her so much that she wouldn't think of leaving him again. These thoughts ran through his head as he cherished her mouth kissing her with unrestrained passion as he felt her arms go around his neck. Her lips instantly parted allowing his tongue inside of her mouth.

Mercedes couldn't keep the soft sigh from leaving her mouth when Sam lessened the intensity of his kiss and gently parted her lips with his tongue. She wanted the kiss to never end but she felt Sam's erection growing in length, and she wanted nothing more to fill the void that she now felt between her legs.

Sam wasn't going to let her go, and he didn't want to scare her so he told her, "Tonight you are mine." He picked up her carried her to the sofa and listened to her cries and pleas begging him to possess her as he began to suck on her clit, then immediately afterwards using his fingers to stimulate her C-spot for about a minute before he began sucking back on her clitoris. Sam played with her level of arousal heightening her pleasure by stopping and starting to the point that she was hoarse with her demands for him to take her.

Finally she took matters in her hand and rode him hard after getting adjusted to mounting him with help from Sam, and she experienced one orgasm that way before Sam flipped them over pushing her knees into her chest which the slight pain on her swollen breast brought a different type of pleasure as he pounded into her causing her to have multiple orgasms from sensory overload. Mercedes almost fainted from the intensity of the pleasure that Sam had given her. She didn't even try to walk to bed. Sam had to carry her and get some disposable washcloths and tenderly bathe her because she was too exhausted to take a bath or shower. She fell asleep in his arms thinking maybe just maybe she could truly give him another chance.

On the Fourth of July, Sam held Mercedes' hand as they walked to the front of his family's home. They were as always the last to arrive, and it was all Sam's fault. Mercedes had asked him for help with zipping up her red dress. Sam had done the opposite, and just the memory of their quickie had him regretting not calling his mother and telling her he was sick. He told Mercedes this as they walked towards the door.

Mercedes' gave Sam the side-eye. Ever since they had started having sex, it was if she had released a sexual beast. Sam was not a candidate for Viagra because it seemed like the more sex they had, the more he needed. She being new to having a sexual relationship didn't realize too that the more sex she had with Sam the more her body craved him as well. They were both looking forward to going Vegas for about three weeks. Sam had been working hard to surprise her by taking off of his day job for their unofficial honeymoon. He worked so hard to be able to take the time off, so she wouldn't have to be flying in and out of Vegas. He would work on his comic books while she was busy rehearsing and getting ready for her shows. They would both have time to go to her house in California, and to any other place that they wanted to go.

Even when Mercedes was judging him and giving him the side-eye that she was famous for, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to kiss her. "Wouldn't you rather be home with the dogs eating pizza and watching eighties movies with me?" Sam asked trying to distract himself from reaching down and kissing her.

"Sam, you better stop boy, you are turning me on."

"I like you turned on." Sam told her as he reached over to see if the door was unlocked. It wasn't, so he stepped into the house. The first person he saw was his brother Stevie.

"Nice of you two to finally join us in our misery," Stevie said then focused on Mercedes in her red dress, "You look smoking hot and sexy as usual. Whenever you get tired of Sam and began to desire someone who is just entering his sexual prime; let me know." He said giving her wink and a low growl.

"Not that it is any of your business, but your brother is all the man that I need and even if he wasn't I am not into being a cougar; I am more attracted to cat daddies, so keep your flirtations to your own generation little brother."

"Oh, you wound me Mercedes. I will be as old as Sam in a decade or two; I just ask that you wait for me." Stevie told Mercedes before turning to his brother, "You are one lucky SOB to have a wife that's hot, loyal, and smart. I think God broke the mold when he made her."

"That He did. Now where is everyone else?" Sam asked trying to keep Stevie from ogling his wife assets that were on full display. No matter what she wore, her curves always made her look sexy.

'They are out back on the patio. Mercedes' mom is out there complaining about how their fundraiser is ruined because their event planner broke her leg on a skiing trip in St. Moritz."

"Just fine and dandy the drama queen that is my mother will make this day miserable for everyone, if I don't go find a solution to shut her mouth up."

"I doubt you will be able to help. They have called everyone and no one is willing to take on the project at this late date. Can I get you two, something to drink?" Stevie asked looking for an excuse to get a few sips of alcohol himself.

"Red wine for me and please just bring me the entire bottle. I am sure I am going to need it to keep me from embarrassing my father."

"You can pour me some Scotch, Stevie." Sam said thanking his brother but knowing full well why Stevie wanted to be in charged of giving out alcohol. Sam led Mercedes out into the backyard.

"Oh there is my gorgeous daughter. You are absolutely glowing darling, and my handsome son-in-law." Mercedes' mom gushed as she saw them; she was almost certain that the two would find some excuse to not be there today. They tended to avoid her presence the most.

Stacie rolled her eyes and almost caused Mercedes to laugh. "Hey you two," she greeted them and hugged Mercedes because it had been a while since they last saw each other or talked.

Sam pulled out a chair for Mercedes, and then sat beside her as he noticed the dads were talking to each other, so he nodded his head in their direction before focusing on his mother who was complaining about how their Christmas in July fundraiser was going to be a bust.

"So, you all are short an event planner." Mercedes commented before offering them a solution.

"Yes and all the good ones are too busy. We are doomed." Mercedes mother continued to be overdramatic.

"Would you like for me to call Kurt?"

Both women turned to Mercedes and stared at her in shocked awe. Mary was the first to recover and asked, "Kurt, as in the Kurt Hummel?"

"Yes, that is his full name."

Mercedes mentioned this Kurt a lot, but he still hadn't been introduced to the man that his wife spent a lot of time with. "I take it that Kurt is a big deal." He said looking at his mother-in-law's reaction.

"Samuel, Kurt Hummel is the best event planner in not only Ohio but also the entire eastern United States. He began his career in New York only to have to move back to Lima because of his father's heart condition. He is usually booked up months and often a year in advance. He has always declined to do any of my events because he is so busy."

Mercedes had threatened and warned Kurt to not work with her insufferable mother, and that is why he had declined working with her. After hearing her stories, Kurt was more than willing to agree to Mercedes' demands.

"Mercedes, darling why didn't you tell me you knew Kurt?" Her mother asked.

"Well Tina and I did go to school with him, and he asked me to sing at his first commitment ceremony to that horrible ferret looking guy he hooked up with, and then there was the guy he attended college with in New York, before he finally married and divorced his husband a Broadway star. It seems that their long distance relationship couldn't work with Kurt choosing to take care of his father in Lima, and Blaine being unwilling to take a sabbatical from during his current play on the Great White Way."

Sam was relieved in hearing that Kurt was gay. He had to admit that he had been jealous whenever she admitted to hanging around him, and he often wondered why she hadn't introduced Kurt to him. Sam could breathe easier knowing that this was one man that he wouldn't have to check for lusting after his wife.

"There is no way that he will be free with such short notice, Mercedes." Melanie Jones insisted.

Stevie came out with the drinks, and Mercedes began to sip hers before looking at her mother and Mary while she put her drink down and grabbed her phone from her purse. "I can't promise you anything, but Kurt owes me big from all the help I have been giving him this summer, plus I am paying him well for my Think Pink Gala next year." She called his number on speed dial looking at her mother's reaction with a smirk on her face.

"Mercedes has him on speed dial, if she can get him everything will be simply amazing Melanie," Mary said hoping that Mercedes' connection with Kurt would be what they needed.

Sam just lifted his drink and glanced toward his sister. He knew she would be just like him, and he saw her looking at him as he held Mercedes' hand. He didn't know how much she knew, but he could tell she knew their relationship had changed. Sam had to admit that he had never slept as well as he had slept while sleeping in Mercedes' bed and waking up with her in his arms. He was now in a committed relationship, and he enjoyed every aspect of it.

Stacie couldn't help but stare at Sam and Mercedes. They were both happy. She hadn't seen her brother look as relaxed, content, and in love as he did today. She had known Mercedes was in love with her brother. Mercedes wore her emotions on her sleeve. Sam because of their mother tended to hide his feelings. She was happy to see her brother looking at Mercedes the way her daddy looked at her mother. Finally, she could enjoy her summer and not have to worry about the two of them. She thought to herself.

"Kurt, how are you doing on this lovely Fourth of July?" Mercedes asked as soon as Kurt answered his phone. After pausing to hear about his fabulous Alaskan cruise, she asked him for a favor. "I know this is extremely short notice, but the event planner for my mother-in-law's Christmas in July fundraiser has broken her leg while skiing." She paused hearing Kurt curse her out saying no effing way basically. "Come on Kurt, I promise to pay you double and give you four tickets to my Vegas show which begins on the 8th with accommodations at Caesar's. You and your dad can both bring a guest. You remember how he was saying that he would love to hear me sing again." After listening to Kurt as he continued to rant and rave then eventually capitulate she said, "Thank you Kurtsie I owe you big time. Why don't you come by for dinner sometime soon, and you can me my gorgeous specimen of a husband then?" Another pause, "Awesome, I will see you then hugs and kisses to you as well," she said as she finally ended the call. Kurt could be longwinded when riled.

"Alright Kurt has agreed to save the day, and he will be contacting your charity group on Monday. So if you need to schedule a quick meeting with your cronies do so, and as soon as you get a time, I will text Kurt to make sure he is available to take your call. My suggestion to you both is to let Kurt have his way, don't talk, but just go along with him. He has never messed up an event, and if you irritate him mother, I know he will quit and leave you hanging."

"We leave on the seventh, so it also looks like Monday will be the evening that we have Kurt over for dinner. Is that okay with you?" Mercedes asked looking at Sam.

"Whatever you want darling. You know I would do anything for you." Sam said looking into her eyes forgetting they had an audience. When she thanked him, it took all his will power to not lean over and kiss her. He couldn't wait until this barbecue was over so he could spend time with his amazing wife alone.

Mercedes woke up and immediately looked at her clock and was surprised to see that it was after 11:30 pm, and Sam wasn't in bed. She got out of the bed and grabbed the first thing she saw to put on which was one of Sam's shirts. She went to look for him and was surprised to find him in his old room packing his suitcase.

"Sam we don't leave until early Tuesday morning. Why are you up packing at this time? Tomorrow is going to be busy enough with you going in to work for the last time this month and with Kurt coming over for dinner. You need your rest."

Sam looked up and the sight of her in his shirt was doing dangerous things to his libido. She looked so sexy. "I couldn't sleep thinking about all that has been going on." Today had been the required dinner at his parents' house which he felt was totally unnecessary since they had just had the barbecue the day before, but at least Mercedes' mom wasn't there, his own mother was more than enough.

After the dinner, Tina and Mike had invited them over for drinks since they wouldn't be seeing each other for three weeks, Sam and Mercedes had spent more time talking than drinking, and it wasn't until nine that they had left the other couple with promises to keep in touch. They had both taken showers and crashed into bed too tired to do anything else. And an hour later, Sam had woke up and couldn't go back to sleep no matter how hard he tried.

"Well, you are about to leave everything for almost three weeks in Vegas, I could see why you would have a lot on your mind. I think Stacie and Stevie are ecstatic about house-sitting and dog-sitting though. I just hope my house is still standing when we get back."

"If it was Stevie then you would have just cause to worry, but Stacie will make sure the dogs are fed and walked and no wild parties are thrown."

"I think that is funny that out of all three of you, your youngest sister is the most responsible. She is truly an old soul."

"Honestly, I have grown up plenty since meeting you. I only play my rap music at a respectful volume now that I am an old married man." Sam teased Mercedes with this admission.

"I think the only good thing that has resulted in our marriage is that you don't come blaring and speeding through my neighborhood the way you used to. With you living in the community now, I have no use for the one hundred softballs that I bought." She said teasing him in return.

"You know you loved my music. I saw you grooving to Rob Base's "It's Take Two" just the other day. The exercising you have been doing to get ready for your concert and vocal training is amazing. I don't know if I am ready to be Mercedes Jones' husband when we go to Vegas. I am more than a little in awe of what you do."

"Well, I normally would be in Vegas preparing right now for the show, but my choreographer sent me videos of my background dancer performing the routines. There is nothing new added to the show that we haven't done before in past shows, but I wanted to retrain my muscles for the grueling dancing that I will be doing. Skyping with my background vocalists and arranging all the details hasn't been as hard as I thought it would be. We will spend Tuesday doing a dress rehearsal making sure the costumes fit, hair and make-up will take the longest, so please get used to seeing me as little as possible the day before and of the show."

"I am going to use this time to begin my new comic The Extreme Stories of Pretty Petite. It is about this small and curvy girl who is mistreated by her mother a research scientist who is obsessed with perfection. The mother makes a serum and begins to illegally experiment by dosing her daughter with the concoction. Instead of making the girl perfect, the side-effects cause the daughter to gain extra sensory perception and other psychic abilities. When she figures out what her mom is doing, the heroine uses mind control to make her mom forget the experimentation and while she is erasing her mom's mind an ability she hasn't been trained to do, she causes her mom to have a stroke which results in her mom developing short-term amnesia." Sam paused before continuing.

"Feelings of guilt overwhelm her, and she thinks she's a monster, so she is committed to finding a way to undo the harm that she has done. She runs away from home and uses her research skills to find a mentor, picture a female version of Charles Xavier from X-Men, who is able to help her in honing her skills. The only cost to her helping Ms. Pretty is that she asks if the young girl would join her team of young people who covertly use their psychic abilities as operatives. Pretty agrees and she is soon befriended by a character who looks a lot like Tina, and becomes enemy with a roguishly handsome young man who will look like a cross between me and Stevie who will eventually become her love interest of course, and Kurt and Stacie along with a Mike wannabe will round out the cast. I am including Puckerman in as the first villain. It is way that I can get satisfaction at getting back at the loser for being a shitty friend."

"Am I correct in assuming Pretty Petite will look a lot like a famous singer by the name of Mercedes Jones?" Mercedes asked amazed at Sam's storytelling ability.

"You bet, and believe me she will get the satisfaction of kicking Puckerman's ass that we were robbed of. I think my comics are therapeutic for me. I used them as a child to escape my family's dysfunctional behavior, and I admit that I love working on new ideas and making people, who have caused me pain, suffer by the pen and not by the sword." Sam realized why he talked to her that his first villains where almost carbon copies of his mother and Quinn, and his heroes in the past were always males who were more like Batman and Iron Man super players not relationship type men. This was the first time that his main superhero would be female. Mercedes inspired him by her actions with Tina and her forgiving nature to write her as a true superhero that he couldn't help but feature in his current comic.

"I truly believe that what goes around comes around and that Noah Puckerman will get what he deserves someday soon."

"Yeah, part of me wants to let his wife know that he is a cheating bastard to get back at him, but I try to not to let thoughts of that douche bag stay in my mind."

"If he messes with me again, then we will get revenge. The little thing we did to our mothers will be minor to what we end up doing to him, baby." Mercedes told her man.

"Enough about that jerk, let's get some shut eye, I just have a feeling that we are going to need all our energy in entertaining your friend tomorrow night. I would hate for your gorgeous husband to have bags under his eyes."

AN Shorter chapters means quicker updates. Finished this early this morning but had to reread for mistakes. I may make this a double update day if my schedule permits because the next chapter won't be quite as long as I have almost completely abandoned the original story.