Angst, sorry lovebugs
After a ravishing and eventful night Sam had woken up before Mercedes and under regular circumstances, he would have just stayed in the bed with her till much later however Christmas was fastly approaching and he needed to make sure the bar was completely ready for the holiday hassle. He needed to restock on liquor, clean, check tabs, etc. So against his heart, he removed himself from beside Mercedes's side and exited the room making sure to grab his clothes along the way and to shoot Mercedes a message to let her know what was going on.
"Yeah I just saw him come out of the building, yes I remember the plan Matt,"
"Good because we don't want any mistakes,"
"Look I know what I am getting out of this but what are you gaining from it?"
"None of your business look just stick with the plan and let me know when you are there."
"Ok fine, I'm trailing him now."
Sam had stopped home for a quick shower before he headed into the bar. He preferred to do check-ups alone, it gave him time to listen to the radio and to be content with his thoughts. As of now his thoughts were telling him that he was madly in love with Mercedes Jones. He wouldn't be able to lie if he tried, but he did know that he was always happy when she was around and that there was absolutely no one else for him. He wanted Mercedes and everything that came with her, he needed her. She was like a wave of something new that he never even knew he was searching for, and he never wanted to lose her.
"Sammy baby," He heard a grating voice. He turned around from behind the bar and there was Sugar in a skimpy pair of lingerie.
"Ma'am the windows are wide open, anyone could see you," Sam pointed out as he looked up but then he noticed that majority of his windows that the blinds were down he wondered how did that happen because he knows for a fact he opened all of them.
"Sam, baby please I know you want me, you know I want you so stop playing games." She pouted as she made her way to the bar and hopped over it. Sam backed away from her.
"Look, lady, that one-night stand was just that I don't want you so you need to do whatever you can to realize that." Sam hissed. However, Sugar didn't say anything she backed Sam up into the corner and pulled him down for a ravishing kiss. Unbeknownst to Sam, there was a man outside taking numerous photographs, and he was in a very compromising situation.
Sam violently pushed Sugar back, "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BAR!" He shrieked. Sugar rolled her eyes and exited the bar picking up a coat along the way leaving Sam disgusted and furious.
"Did you get the pictures?"
"Yep, now we wait."
"Ok, whatever you say you are the boss."
Mercedes had been ripping and running all day for last-minute Christmas things and she hadn't heard from Sam since this morning, she tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail. Assuming that he was busy she let it go and started to get ready for Cecily's holiday concert. She decided to wear a green power suit with a red cropped shirt for holiday glam. After a few touches to her makeup, she was out the door and on her way to the address that San had sent her.
"Well look who finally arrived?" Santana stated as Mercedes walked into the building and found Tina, Quinn, Santana, Roderick, and Artie.
"Hi, Satan am I late?" Mercedes questioned as she made her rounds to greet everyone.
"Nope, you are just on time, don't let her trick you," Quinn assured her.
"Were you with Sam?" Tina teased.
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Sam and I were together last night but he had to get an early stop so I haven't seen him at all today."
"As much as I love that guy can we please not talk about him hunching on you," Artie joked.
"Awe is Artie mad because Cedes isn't hunching on you," Roderick teased.
"Kiss my ass," Artie pouted as he walked into the auditorium causing the whole entire group as they made their way inside.
"So are really going to post these pictures on my social media account?" Sugar questioned.
"You were the one who said you wanted revenge?"
"Yes, but I thought I was going to hold the photos were ransom and demand an apology."
"Never that, no post these, and then we never speak of this or each other again. Got it?" Matt sighed.
Sugar rolled her eyes and hit a post on her social media, "There all done. Pleasure doing business with you Matt Rutherford."
"You two Sugar Motta."
If Mercedes Jones had known falling in love with a man-whore who owned a bar would mean dealing with an unsavory encounter with her ex and being publicly humiliated she would have said to hell with everything. However, she was in love, and blissfully, ignorantly in love. Her phone was off so she had no idea that her phone was being blown up with messages, and social media notifications. More specifically notifications with headlines that read, "Hot Bar Owner of Clueless is Down W/ Influencer Sugar Motta." If she had known everything, everything in the past would have never happened.
After the concert was over Mercedes took her phone off silent and sure enough, her phone was blowing up with article after article.
"Damn Cedes, does Sam want you back in his bed already, can you at least say goodbye to us first," Santana joked as she held her wife and daughter's hand.
"No, it isn't him, it is a bunch of social media stuff, b-," Mercedes stopped speaking when she read the headlines and saw the compromising photos.
"Auntie Cedes what's the matter?" Cecily asked when she noticed her aunt was silent and stopped walking.
Quinn looked over, "Merce what's wrong?" Mercedes felt tears fill her eyes and panic set in, she escaped from the rest of the group and fled to her car and broke down. Slamming her hands on the hood of the car as she felt stupid thinking she could have actually had happiness for once.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She screamed as she broke down in gut-wrenching sobs. As she leaned against her car and violently sobbed Artie rushed out to find her, and pulled her up and into a hug.
"He hurt me, Artie, he is just like everyone else," She whispered as she showed him her phone. Artie read the article and the photos and felt a flash of raging rush through his body as he held his crying friend in his arms.
"I'm sorry Cedes, I'm so sorry," He told her as she broke down in his arms.
Sam's phone had been blowing off the hook but he was so busy with work that he couldn't even spare himself ten minutes to check his phone. It was a full house tonight, of course, there were a couple of football games on tonight so his bar was packed with a bunch of drunk holiday idiots. If he wasn't making drinks, he was calming down fights, if he wasn't doing that he was on the register, and if wasn't doing that he was calling cabs to get people home. He wanted nothing more than to see Mercedes get him through the rest of the shift. Speaking of her he hadn't seen her, and he hadn't called her.
He was about to find time to step away when he noticed that Artie was flying through the bar with an angry look on his face. Before Sam could even greet him properly, Artie through a flying left hook Sam's way, causing him to fall back at the force.
"ARTIE WHAT THE HELL MAN?" He yelled.
"I trusted, I told you things that I would never tell other guys, and I trusted you, and you decided to do that. Fuck you, and while you are trying to find new friends, find yourself a new lawyer." Artie hissed as he walked out. Sam looked dazed and confused, so he grabbed his phone and clicked on the first notification that popped up, and sure enough, every photo of him and Sugar was released. He was fucked.
Somehow a heartbroken Mercedes had made it to her home, and suddenly she didn't want to be there anymore, looked and then she would find a reminder of Sam. He was in her bed, some of her wardrobes, hell her living room, and just thinking about him made her sick to the stomach. She was about to go and try and lie down when there was a knock at the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Sam.
"Mercedes please open the door so I can explain." He pleaded.
"There is nothing to explain to Sam. I get it, I was just another broad in your harem." Mercedes sighed.
"Baby please you know it isn't like that." Sam tried.
Mercedes sighed and opened the door, "Sam I may be overly caring, and nice, but I am not fucking naive. I know bullshit when I see and hear it, and everything about you is bullshit. But I was blinded by that fucking charm of yours. I let you in, I let you see every part of me and you took my insecurities and threw them right back into my face. So spare me whatever lie you have concocted."
"Mercedes I am not Matt you will have a fucking adult conversation with me," Sam hissed madly at how quickly she was willing to let everything go.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"You know what no, you don't get to come in here and throw my ex-boyfriend in my face."
"I didn't cheat on you, I had sex with Sugar before I met you she came on to me, why can't you believe that."
"Because why should I, Sam before all you were about was sex so now you got it, and you are just going to move on. So the message was received. Have a jolly fucking holiday Sam." Mercedes hissed out as she slammed the door in his face and headed to her bedroom.
Mercedes phone started ringing and she saw it was Santana, "Hello."
"Hey girl have you talked to him?"
"I just did and he basically said everything was a lie, so I slammed the door in his face."
"Mercedes, did you even try to hear him out?" Santana questioned.
"What," Mercedes said appalled.
"I didn't stutter."
"You know what this all your fault," Mercedes accused.
"Excuse me?" Santana said.
"You and Quinn, and everyone kept on saying I should get back on the horse and put myself out there and look where that got me. I don't even know why I listen to you guys, you all want to give me fucking relationship advice like you all live happy fucking lives, and poor Mercedes is depressed and lonely. Well, newsflash I was fine before him, and I was happy. Fucking shit Santana I was happy before him. Before all of this."
"I was just trying to help you Mercedes, and don't go getting mad at us, we didn't tell you to choose the guy with the bar who slept with everyone."
"You know what forget it, I am picking up Cece tomorrow, for our annual holiday pre-party."
"You know what how about no, Cecily will stay here at the house."
"Really Santana?"
"Yeah really Cedes, you don't get to insult me and blame me for everything, and in the same breath try and take my daughter out on some damn hangout."
"She is my goddaughter Santana!"
"She won't be that for long if you keep trying to push everyone." Santana hissed and then she hung up the phone.