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Somewhere on Nevis Island
Mercedes had been on cloud nine since her father had paid for her stay in Nevis Island, in a beach bungalow home he had purchased specifically for her. If she wasn't sleeping, she was with Sam. If she wasn't with him, she was testing out new recipes in the kitchen, and if she wasn't doing that, she was reading books that she had purchased and were currently taking up some space on her three bookshelves in the office. Being in Nevis was peaceful, and it was a wonderful experience that she never wanted to let go of, and she was glad that she hadn't. She and Sam had left the States a month ago and were assured that her business would be more than taken care of. It wasn't that she didn't trust Artie, Santana, and Harris. It was just that she had never taken time off before. However, she had a wonderful village that stepped in and handled everything so perfectly that she hadn't received a work call.
Speaking of work calls, she also hadn't received a phone call from Kurt or Sean. To say that she was shocked would have been a lie. She would have hoped they would have taken the hint after not answering anyone's calls. Although everything ended on a sour note, she still missed the friendship that she and Kurt had. She and Kurt had gone to law school together, fighting for the valedictorian spot Mercedes had gotten. She was there when Kurt and Sebastian had started their relationship, and she was there for their random fights and the late-night dinners with them, and she just wished that she and Kurt hadn't crossed the path of working together because if they didn't, she would still have her best friend.
Mercedes was in the kitchen, making lasagna, when Sam made his way through the back door. He had left hours earlier, speaking about plans of jet skiing, a workout session, helping any locals, and also picking up packages that Mercedes had ordered, and now he was back. Nevis had been great to Sam. He had a slight tan, his hair now kept in a man bun, and a slight beard growing for him.
"Welcome back; how was it," Mercedes questioned as she worked on layering the lasagna noodles.
"It was fun, a nice workout, jet skiing in the water, and volunteer work. So what did you do today?" He asked as he kissed her lips, went to the fridge, and pulled out a water bottle.
"Well, I walked around the island, found a bookshop, and picked up some more books, and then I scrolled through the internet trying to figure out what I would cook for us today, and I decided on lasagna," Mercedes answered as she met his eyes.
"I must say being here in this place with you has made you a lot less tense and happier, and I love that for you," Sam replied. He wasn't lying. Since they stepped foot on the beach, it was like Mercedes could breathe better. She let her hair be natural instead of flat-ironing every day. She wore loose clothes, losing her fashionable suits and gaining sundresses and skirts. It was like a new version of herself had emerged.
"I love that you love that for me. But you know what else I would love?" Mercedes spoke.
Sam began, "What?"
"If you went and showered, you smell like outside." Sam playfully rolled his eyes before giving Mercedes another kiss and heading to their bathroom to go and shower.
Kurt took a few deep breaths before stepping on the elevator and clicking for the top floor. The ride up was much shorter than he initially anticipated, and he nearly chickened out. Opting to go for his lunch break, but he was here, and he couldn't chicken out. He stepped off the elevator into the quiet office and looked around. No sign of life. As he walked in, he felt movement going on behind him. He whipped around and saw Santana, Artie, and Harris looking at him like they were a few minutes away from murdering him.
"What are you doing here, Kurt?" Santana questioned.
"I came to speak with Mercedes," He answered honestly.
"The White House has been doing a shit ton of talking, and Mercedes hasn't even gotten a solid three minutes on a correspondent's lips," Harris mentioned.
"The president had strict orders that we wrap Mercedes's situation up immediately so everyone could focus on the country." Kurt tried.
"A country that he could not have ever been president for had it not been for Mercedes, and you fucking know that," Artie spoke.
"Look, I didn't come to argue, and I just came to speak with Mercedes. Is she here?"
"No, she isn't, so what exactly do you have to say," Santana asked.
"Please, guys, I need to talk to her personally," Kurt begged.
"We will relay the message. Kurt, what is it," Santana stressed.
Kurt sighed before pulling out a file he had tucked away in his bag and giving it to Santana, "Sean is planning to have Penelope pardoned before she can even set foot in the jail. There is no media coverage because he will ask for her hand in marriage afterward. He plans to make her his first lady to secure more votes when he runs for re-election. The issue is Mercedes. If she comes forward, he will try like hell to discredit her. Please make sure that Mercedes knows."
"Kurt," Santana called after him before he could leave, "Once, you were Mercedes's best friend, hell all of us were friends, don't let him be why you walk certain journeys alone."
After eating the lasagna Mercedes had made and sharing cake and ice cream by the television, Sam was tucked in the bed flipping through his laptop as Mercedes came out of the bathroom wearing one of his button-up shirts. She got in the bed and moved the laptop before laying atop his legs and looking up at him.
"What?" Sam asked as he let his fingers play in Mercedes's hair.
"Not many guys would have done what you did. You know that, right."
"Well, that is because I am a man who loves you deeply." Sam insisted as he leaned down and kissed her.
"Do you ever want to go back to the States?" Mercedes asked.
"Honestly, not really, all I did was work, and while work was fun, it doesn't compare to just being here with you and being present. If you are ready to return to the States, you know I will be there. One thousand percent because I love you that much." Mercedes leaned up and straddled Sam's lap.
"What's going on in that brain of yours?"
"The guy that kidnapped me, one of the days I was in there, I had fought back, and I remember him saying something about this woman named P. And I have racked my brain so many times trying to decipher who that person is, and each time I come down to figure out who P is, the only person that makes sense is Penelope. So was it Penelope that hired the kidnapper?"
"Yes, I don't know the real reason, but if I had to guess, it has to do with Sean keeping you away from him."
"So that bitch had me beat up and damn near raped so that I wouldn't go after Sean, but I want nothing to do with him. When I was at the White House, it was strictly work."
"You know that, and I know that, but she doesn't know it, even if she did. She didn't care because she could never be you. You are intelligent, compassionate, sexy, and the most hardworking person I know. She could never amount to be you even on her worst day. She will not ever be you, and that miserable bitch will spend the rest of her life trying to amount to you."
Mercedes smiled and kissed Sam's lips, "I love when you get all confident in me."
"I bet you do." Before Sam could deepen the kiss, Mercedes's phone rang, and apologetically, she grabbed it and saw that it was from Santana.
"What's up, San," Mercedes spoke.
"That fucking bitch Sean is planning to marry Penelope, and if you come back and say anything, he is going to do everything in his power to make it seem like you are money hungry liar." Santana urged into the phone.
"I help him become president, and now he wants to plan for his impeachment."
"Exactly-wait what do you mean by his impeachment."
"Oh, well, since you told me this, I am going back to the States by the end of the week, and trust me, Sean is going to wish he never met me."
"I love it when you get all evil. It turns me on." Santana spoke before she hung up.
Sam asked Mercedes, "So, is it safe to assume that we have shit to handle back in America?"
"We?" Mercedes questioned.
"Yes "we." I am in love with you, and any problems you have, I have, so yes, I say we."
"Well, then, Sam Evans, we are going to end up impeaching a president, probably."
"That is probably one of the most romantic things you have ever said to me."
