He woke up, rubbed his eyes and saw that the woman he loved wasn't there. He knew what happened. She dissappeared and he felt defeated. He walked out and saw that everything was where it was supposed to be.

Tears strung his eyes as he looked at the pictures that she haven't took. As he clearly examined the photo of her 19th birthday, he sobbed.

"Sam, stop leaving me hanging," her hands slided to her hips, her smile faltering into a straight face.

"Be patient, my lady. You will find out soon enough." He let out his hand for her to hold and she gratefully took it. Without any regrets, he led her to his sacred hideout. They playfully speed walked over the trail where lights cascaded every nook and cranny of the tunnel.

She smiled as they reached a beautiful sight.

"I never let anyone besides myself in here. Not Stevie, Not Stacy."

"Then why me," she asked, confused on to why her and not others he loves.

"Because, if I wanted to bring someone here, I have to make a promise. No matter what, I would always be with them forever," she grinned ear to ear as he spoke, "this cave is my sanctuary, my home. Where I feel most comfortable. Where no one can make me sad or unhappy. So I brought you, the woman who makes me happy everytime I see her."

"What are you trying to say Sam?"

He kneeled down and she gasped. "I, Sam Evans want to spend the rest of my life by your side. I promise to be true to you, to love you everyday and be your only confidant. Will you Mercedes Jones accept my proposal and become my wife." Sam took the ring out of his leather jacket and opened it.

She was overwhelmed at this point.

"Yes, Sam." He smiled. "Yes."

He had to let his sorrow and pain drain away and he needed to refrain from all the sadness.

As he walked towards the liquor cabinet, he thought. Without a doubt in his mind and without thinking twice, he opened it and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.

Drunk like a Sunday Hobo next to the Corner store, he was wasted on the couch. Drowning in thoughts of Mercedes, he can't help but feel guilty.

As he just now became sober, Sam sits at his desk, head in his hands as his assistant comes in the room.

"Mr. Evans, Quinn Fabray is here to see you." The short, now-engaged Asian girl said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Thanks, Tina. Remember, Call me Sam."

"Will do, Sam." They shared a short smile as the blonde woman strutted in.

Quinn stared him down, hands on her hips. She was blatantly being rude just looking at him, giving him an evil-eye.

"What do you want, Q? I have work to do."

"What happened between you and Mercy?" She asked, folding her arms together over her chest. Her attire was quite proper, well for Quinn. A violet cardigan, a ruby summer dress, and black stilletos.

Back to Sam, he looked down, his hand running through his blonde locks.

"Now what's up, Sam?" She forced, "You always go into space everytime someone brings up the name Mercedes, or Mercy, or Merce. You know what I mean."

"I want an answer, I need one."

He wanted to forget about her, he needed to forget.

"Did you beat her, fight with her, verbally, physically, did you cheat. What the hell did you do Sam Evans? I have been recieving voicemails left for me by one Mercedes Jones where all I hear are weeps, cries for help, and passionate lectures all based around you."

"We fought verbally, that's it. She accused me of cheating, I got drunk too much, I was yelling at her a whole lot, and I just felt so powerful, but I'm so weak."

"Sam, this is no one else's problem, you need to fix this."

"What is there to fix, the deed was done, and theres no turning back. Of course I regret it, but how am I going to repair the damage I've done."

"Look, if you still love her, than you would fight for her."

"Q, you really think there's still a chance for me and Mercy?" He asked, deeply thinking of how to get her back.

"Everyone and I mean Everyone deserves a second chance. Especially you and Ms. Mercedes." Quinn Fabray left the room and left Sam still thinking.