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Because of you started my week with a huge smile. I think Sam needs just a situation or person to get out of his cave. He couldn't handle the situation to move from Lima so I think it killed his lovely hopeful soul… But there's always a way to get it back =)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, but if I did samcedes had got a huge big kiss at the end of season 3.

CHAPTER 2

And everything could change like that

"I said get up!" Mercedes ordered Quinn who was lying on her couch, snoring. Mercedes had tried to wake her up for one hour, but Quinn seemed to be in a coma. She was really late and didn't have time for this. She didn't want Quinn to be alone in the huge house of hers, because she seemed sad and had been totally drunk when she stood outside her door at the night.

"Damn.", Mercedes grumbled while she went to the guests bathroom. She took a face towel and soaked it. Then she went back to Quinn. She felt already bad for her couch, but brought that sacrifice. Mercedes couldn't suppress a little smirk on her face when she squeezed the towel over Quinn's face. The water splashed on the face of her Highschool friend and Mercedes bit on her tongue to stop herself from laughing. Quinn shrieked loudly and finally woke up.

"Good morning Sunshine, did you sleep well?" Mercedes grinned.

"Fuck, Mercedes." She yelled. Two seconds later she held her head and her face blurred in pain. "It hurts." she said.

"Hardly surprising." Mercedes was amused by Quinn, but she also wanted to know why she did show up or why she had been drunk in the first place. She looked at her watch and sighed. She was already too late to get to the meeting in time.

"Do you want some coffee?" Mercedes asked, while she put out her cellphone and called the number of her agent.

She told him to delay the meeting for a few days, because she had to handle some private stuff. The private stuff was a pretty little blonde girl on her couch with a huge hangover. Of course she didn't tell her manager this detail, it wasn't his business. He was mad and yelled at her, that she would never get the big deal, if she wouldn't change her attitude. She didn't care, because she loved her attitude, plus she already had a good deal, that was enough for her. She had won a Grammy and had got a number one album. It's was more then she had ever dreamed of. Mercedes didn't need an international career. She wanted it, but she didn't need it.

After she hung up, Quinn joined her to the kitchen.

"Yes please. I need coffee." She sounded like a zombie.

Quinn blinked again. "When did I get here?"

"Last night, you were funny." Mercedes said with a smile on her face.

"Funny like... crazy funny?" Mercedes nodded and Quinn sighed.

The last time they saw each other Quinn had been in a relationship with this tall sunburnt blonde guy. His name had been Lucas and he had been a beach boy. Quinn had been totally in love with him. There had been out together in that new club which had opened at the same night. Mercedes had not dated anyone back then, so she had been alone and that had been fine. Quinn had seemed really happy with her guy and they had a lot of fun. But Mercedes had felt that something would happen. After all she knew Quinn since Highschool and her life was never drama free. It was almost midnight, when Quinn had danced alone on the floor, while Mercedes had apologized to the ladies restroom. She would never forget how she saw the sunburnt asshole fucking another woman. She starred at them, but it hadn't bothered them.

But behind Mercedes Quinn came along, talking about how she really had to pee. In the next minute hell broke loose and Mercedes had to hold Quinn cause she was really mad and pissed and wanted to beat the hell out of the woman and of course of her boyfriend. She had cried, yelled and Mercedes saw that crazy girl from Highschool. She had to take all of her power to get the blonde out of the restroom. She had been really heartbroken and Mercedes had comfort her at home.

But the last night Quinn had not been heartbroken, she had been desperate maybe a little pissed and Mercedes had no clue why.

"So... how did I get here?" Quinn asked, while she took the cup of coffee from Mercedes.

"Don't ask me. You stood in front of my door. How you got here? I have no idea." Mercedes said while she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't even remember how I got drunk." Quinn said, while she looked to her cup of coffee.

"But you remember that you were drunk?" Mercedes laughed.

"Even when I'm not remembering, my head does." Quinn said with a small smile on her face.

"What happened to you Quinn?" Mercedes asked serious. She knew Quinn and they had both lived in Los Angeles for years. That's why they were still best friends after all these years. They actually met for lunch every Saturday, and they talked a lot on the phone. But in through the last weeks Mercedes had had a lot to do with her career as a singer and had cancelled a few lunch dates. She didn't hear anything bad from her friend and asked herself what was wrong in Quinn's life, again?

"Nothing." Quinn tried.

"Oh hell to the no, save that crap for someone else." Mercedes shouted. Quinn jerked.

"Ouch! My head Mercedes." She complained. Mercedes ignored it.

"Stop it. Are you seventeen again? Tell me what's wrong or I'm calling Kurt." Mercedes meant it.

Kurt was her weapon against Quinn all these years. Everytime she was stubborn about her life or talk about her problems, she used him. She had never had the need to call him. Because he wasn't that restrain and he could be really annoying. Quinn knew that, that's why she always talked before Mercedes could call Kurt.

"Again?" Quinn said smitten. "You bring up Kurt, again? Really?" Mercedes stared her and nodded.

"Okay, fine." Quinn grumbled. She took her cup of coffee and sat down on the couch. She approached her legs and crossed them. Mercedes watched her and it was hard to see her down, sad and frustrated again. She hated that Quinn's life was such a mess and she wished she could do anything against it. Mercedes just didn't know how.

"I got a phone call two weeks ago." Quinn sighed. "It was a little girl on the phone and she said that she was looking for her mother." Mercedes frowned, while she sat next to Quinn at the armchair. "I told her that I have no clue how I could help her." Mercedes got an assumption, but she said nothing. "She said she's looking for Quinn Fabray and I said I'm on the phone." Quinn's face was frozen. "She also said her name is Beth Corcoran." Mercedes saw tears in her best friend eyes and sat next to her to give her a hug.

"She said Shelby died a few months ago, she had cancer. Beth lives with her aunt and she told me she doesn't want to live there any longer." Quinn cried at Mercedes chest.

"What did you say?" Mercedes asked quietly. Quinn sobbed.

"I said that I can't help her. Mercedes, I'm not her mother anymore, not after all these years. I mean my life is a mess." Mercedes grabbed some tissue from her table and gave it to Quinn. "I have nothing to boast, there's no way she can live with me."

"That's not true Quinn." Mercedes rubbed her back.

"Yes it is." Quinn said harsh.

"No, you have your own firm. Is that nothing?" Mercedes didn't actually ask it was more a statement. But she knew that Quinn didn't really mean the business life of her own. It was more the family, she had no men.

After graduation Quinn had joined the Yale Drama Program and became a good actress, confident and really on point at every single performance. But she had not been smart enough to not let her personal stuff crush her career. It was typical Quinn, she fell in love with some guy and really messed it up. She was desperate when Mercedes had an idea.

After graduation Mercedes had had the dream to sing but it had not been easy to find a record label to produce her. Her parents had wanted her to go to college but Mercedes had been stubborn, only wanted to be a musician. So she had searched bars and clubs, where she had performed. It hadn't been easy and she had had a lot of times, when she had wanted to quit. But she had braved and finally a record label had taken her under contract.

At the same time Quinn had gotten her degree from Yale. She had learned to design costumes, direct, stage management and theatre management plus production. Mercedes thought Quinn would be a good manager, because she was smart and Mercedes didn't wanted to be an actress, but music wasn't that different, so she let her be represented by Quinn. It worked out and a few years later Quinn had an own agency 'fabulous fabray' to represent singers, bands and even actors and actresses. It was a really famous business and Quinn now owned a lot of money.

Mercedes didn't really understand why Quinn thought she couldn't handle her own child.

Of course Mercedes knew that Quinn always had the issue to crash her own life, but at least Quinn grew up after all these years. Yeah, her life was a mess, Mercedes thought so too, but it was her lovelife that made her sad or mad everytime. She always choose the wrong men and it always ended in a huge drama. Quinn got mostly drunk and crazy. But this wasn't about one men or her lovelife, it was about her own child, the kid she wanted back in senior year so badly. There was no way Mercedes would let her mess it up in the first place.

"And now?" Mercedes asked carefully.

"Nothing." Quinn sobbed and whisked the tears from her cheeks. "She lives with her aunt, end of story." Mercedes wanted to say something but she didn't. Quinn already felt bad and Mercedes didn't want make it worse. They just sat for a few minutes silent on the couch, as Quinn talked again.

"Do you think she called Puck?" Quinn looked Mercedes in the eyes, hopefully she wouldn't nod. But Mercedes nodded. She definitely thought that she called Puck, after the phone call with Quinn, maybe already previously. She seemed smart to Mercedes, like Quinn. There was no way, that she gave up when Quinn rejected her. Mercedes smiled after her nod.

"I don't think that she found him." Quinn smiled back and it seemed to comfort her. It was a lie, but Mercedes didn't want to make her sad again.

After all Mercedes took a deep breath and stood up. "C'mon let's do a shopping tour." Mercedes said with a big smile. She knew Quinn loved to shop and it always made her happy. Quinn nodded and gave Mercedes a hug.

"Are you sure?" Mercedes smiled in her Webcam.

"Yeah I am honey. She totally freaked out. She said she can't take care of a child." Kurt looked serious.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mercedes looked reproachful.

"I'm sorry Mercy, but did I mention that Rachel totally freaked out? She didn't want her and now she as her bigger sister has the duty to take care of her. We are speaking of Rachel insane Berry." Kurt took a deep breath. "She didn't want that girl and now she has it. Can you imagine?" Mercedes shook her head.

"She called Quinn, Kurt, she got totally drunk after that." Kurt laughed, but stopped at Mercedes serious sight.

That wasn't funny. Quinn had totally not been herself for the last few weeks. Everytime she had seen a little girl with blonde hair, she had cried immediately. Mercedes had tried to calm her down, but it hadn't worked. The worst was Quinns silence about the situation. She hadn't wanted to talk about and Mercedes had no idea how she could help her. This whole situation was crazy and stupid. There was Beth, the little girl of Quinn and Puck, adopted by Shelby Corcoran and the stepsister of Rachel. Mercedes remembered the Regionals and the birth of the little girl. Puck had been really proud and Quinn had been happy. But she had been sixteen, not ready for something like that and Mercedes understood this. But now her little girl needed her and Mercedes never thought Quinn would give her up again. She always thought she would try to get in contact sometimes, when she was ready.

It was a long time ago since Highschool, but in this moment she felt like she was back in that time. And with those feelings came thoughts of Sam. Mercedes hated that she had feelings for him after all these years. But their, whatever it had been, had suddenly stopped and Sam had left her behind confused. Mercedes tried to concentrate on Kurt.

"She thinks, she can't be a good mother to Beth." Mercedes said to Kurt.

Kurt lived in New York and one year after he had been rejected by NYADA, he had gotten in and had followed Rachel's footsteps. But after all he had not been that ambitious. Mercedes had always joked that he lost his bit in that one year he searched for another opportunity. Besides he had found his new dream and it wasn't performing. Kurt had always been a fashion diva but when he had started to create dresses and outfits, his love for singing had stepped behind. He had found his true passion and he had cancelled NYADA and had joined the Pratt Institute for Fashion and Design. In the meanwhile he had become a very good Designer. He created a dress for the Grammy's a few years ago especially for Mercedes. It had full-length and was red, it was strapless and flawed perfectly around her body.

"But she can." Kurt answered convinced.

"I know Kurt, but she doesn't listen. You know her." Mercedes sighed. It was impossible to get Quinn to meet her daughter, not without a trick.

"Stubborn, I know. You still have to threat her, have you?" Mercedes nodded and Kurt laughed.

"What's so funny?" Mercedes didn't see him, but she recognized his voice. She waved at Blaine, which must be seeing her.

"Mercedes is always threatening Quinn to talk. She will never forget the talk about her thoughts to cancel Yale." Kurt explained.

"Oh hi Mercedes." Blaine said pleased. Mercedes still didn't see him.

"Sweetie there is no way, you get this chocolate chips today." Kurt said and Mercedes saw how he stood up and let the Laptop stand. She just saw an elbow and then there were two and after a few minutes and a discussion over chocolate chips and work out, they were back together and Mercedes laughed. They jostled for the webcam. She shook her head and laughed louder.

"Are you two insane?" Mercedes smiled and Blaine grinned.

"Just in love." Kurt got a lovely-dovey look on his face, when Blaine said these words. Mercedes loved both of them. There were the only couple who had survived her long-distance relationship and she was glad.

"That's really sweet, but we have a huge problem and no chance to solve it." Mercedes said seriously again. "Rachel doesn't know that Beth searched her parents, does she?" Mercedes asked hopefull that Rachel just concentrated on her career, like she always did.

Kurt shook his head and Blaine gave him a little kiss on his cheek, before he said goodbye to Mercedes. She saw how he grabbed the chocolate chips, but she said nothing.

"I SAW IT!" Kurt yelled at Blaine, who laughed loudly. Mercedes suppressed a loud laugh, but she couldn't suppress a big grin on her face.

"Don't laugh Mercy or I crawl through this Laptop and then…" He stopped and protruded his tongue against Mercedes. She shook her head.

"Pleas don't do that, it's like the girl from 'The Ring'. It scared me to hell." She laughed.

"Let's get serious Kurt. It's good that Rachel knows nothing about the research of Beth, but we don't know if she found Puck?" Kurt shook his head again. Mercedes pondered.

„Where the hell is Puck?" She spoke her thoughts out loud.

"I have no idea. He's no longer in Lima." Kurt said sad. "My Dad said he talked about leaving and never coming back. He said it's time to make a difference. I don't know what this means. My dad doesn't know either." Kurt told.

"And what's Rachel plan about this situation?" Mercedes thought she wanted to get her off of her way, but Beth was her sister after all. She must look for Puck, Mercedes thought. Maybe she could find him and Beth could be with his father. Quinn was not ready or she thought she wasn't. Puck would take care of his daughter. Mercedes was sure about this.

"Nothing." Mercedes sighed.

"Are you serious?" Kurt nodded again and shook his head.

"I don't even know. She got her a nanny and lives her life like before." Mercedes couldn't believe what she heard. There was no way, that Rachel ignored a little girl who lost her mother. That was cruel. She got angry.

"She can't do that." Mercedes said angrily.

"She can, believe me, she can." Kurt scratched his forehead.

"You know what Mercy?" Kurt said with a devilish smile. "I have an idea to get Quinn to take care of her daughter and Rachel to face the truth, that she has a sister who needs her. But I need your help? And if we can't find Puck, then we need Finn at least."

"I'm in." Mercedes said with a big grin. Whatever Kurt planned it always worked out. He was the living scheduler. She was confident that things would work out.