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Sam sat at the bar, which seemed to be the only thing that hadn't really changed in his life, though it looked different. He played with the shot that was in his hand as he waited for Mike, Blaine, and Brittany to join him.
The moment Mercedes walked out of the room, his heart broke, and he didn't know why. Yes, she was gorgeous and seemingly everything that he had wanted in a wife, but she was still a stranger, and Stevie was an adult; Stacey was getting married. And he had kids. Three boys and apparently one on the way because he was just as insatiable as his wife.
The door to the bar opened, and he saw Mike walk him. He normally wasn't a hugger, but seeing his best friend in front of him, with the same scared and confused look on his face, made him want to seek out his comfort as well as be comforted, if that made any sense.
"Mike, what the hell is going on?!" He said into the hug.
Mike shook his head, looking just as distressed as Sam. "Dude… I have a wife, and she's pregnant and mad at me!" He replied, sitting next to Sam. "I need a shot!"
Blaine moved to sit next to them. "You two look wrecked."
Sam looked at Blaine, who looked way too calm for the situation. "What the actual fuck! Why aren't you freaking out?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't know what the hell is going on, but I am married, I have a 2-year-old, and I never thought I would have any of that, so if this is a dream, I am enjoying it til we wake up."
Sam shook his head. "I have three kids! THREE and another on the way with a woman who is fucking sexy as hell and wanted to give me some this morning, but I don't know what the hell is happening. I cockblocked myself!"
Mike looked at him before sharing a look with Blaine as they both laughed. "Three, huh? Do they look like you?" Blaine asked, ordering a round of shots for them. "Has anyone heard from Brittney?"
Sam shoved him. "They all have green eyes and the cutest faces, but it doesn't matter! Stevie is almost as tall as me; Stacey is getting married!" Sam shook his head. "I am not equipped to deal with all this!" He tapped the bar top. "I think I really hurt her."
"Hi, guys!" Brittney said cheerily. "Anyone else have super fun lady kisses this morning?"
All three men looked at her.
"No Lady kisses over here, but I got something much better, in my opinion," Blaine said with a smirk.
Mike signaled the bartender. "Yo, we need a round of shots asap." He sighed. "Where the hell is April? Isn't she usually here, like every day?"
The bartender looked at him, confused. "April? April Rhodes?" He asked, fixing them another round of shots.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, April Rhodes…she owns this place, right?"
The bartender snorted. "You mean Broadway sensation April Rhodes? The woman that bought this bar? Why would she be here?"
"What. The. Actual. Fuck." Sam said, shaking his head. "I swear this is an alternate universe or-" His phone vibrated Before he could speak more. Grabbing it, he stared at the text before him. "Holy Shit."
Mike looked his way. "What? What's going on?"
Sam gripped his phone. "Evans, your idea for the newest Captain America comic is genius; we start work on it next week. Great Job. Enjoy the party…"
Blaine smiled. "You got the job!"
Mike sat back. "Dream Job and sexy wife; it doesn't seem like your future is all that bad."
Sam looked at Mike and shrugged. "Yeah, but it's not mine. Or at least it doesn't feel like it's mine."
Brittney snickered. "Of course it's yours! I woke up next to the coolest wife, who told me we'd been married for five years. Lord Tubbington even said as much and that our wedding was a lot better than any of yours."
Blaine looked at the guys before nodding slowly. "My husband, Kurt, said we've been married for seven years now. He's an amazing fashion designer who apparently works for this super-talented woman named Mercedes. I'm a stay-at-home dad, and personally, I can get behind it."
Sam's head popped up. "Mercedes? My wife's name is Mercedes, but it can't be, can it? She and Mike's wife are super tight; she said they thought we were high or something…."
Mike almost choked on his drink. "She's Mercedes' personal assistant, but because she's pregnant, she's on maternity leave… guys, I supposedly work for her too."
Brittney nodded. "Yup, me and Mike are her dancers, and Santana, my wife, is her agent. This is our lives; everything is like a circle or whatever." She said before looking directly at Sam. "Oh yeah, Santana calls you trouty mouth and is still waiting for you to let us use Mercedes eggs for baby."
"What in the…" Sam shook his head, doing a Google search on his phone for Mercedes, and inhaled as he was met with photos of his very beautiful wife. "Wow…" he breathed. "She's won three Grammy's, four Tony's, and an Oscar…Oh wow…"
Mike looked at him. "What? What's wrong?"
"It's a photo of us together. We look so…" He trailed off as Blaine looked at the photo.
"In love. You look so in love." Blaine scrolled up. "That's my husband next to her in that one. Hot, right?"
Sam continued to read, shaking his head before putting his phone down. "We really got married after three dates, and we've been going strong all this time. Wait, doesn't she look familiar?" He asked, pointing at the blonde in the picture.
They all leaned in before nodding. "Yeah… that's… shoot, what's the chick that was with Noah?" Mike asked, trying to rack his brain.
"Quinn." Brittany pipped up,
Blaine tilted his head, looking at her before sighing. "Why are you adjusted so well to this? Also, if she's the Quinn Kurt was talking to this morning, then she's everyone's lawyer."
"This all can't be a coincidence; we all end up married and connected? And didn't Quinn end up pregnant and putting off school?"
Mike nodded. "Yes! She had a little girl! This is all so trippy because if our wives and husband are connected like we are... Did they experience whatever we did?"
Sam shook his head. "Wouldn't they be freaking out like we are? The woman I woke up to wasn't freaking out about nothing; she just wanted to hop on top and go for a ride."
Brittney giggled. "You should have let her; I had tons of lady kisses this morning."
"I don't just sleep with strangers!" Sam defended.
They all looked at him, smirking. "Oh, you wanted to do it, didn't you?" Mike teased. "It makes sense now; you're attracted to your wife!"
Sam rolled his eyes. "I already stated as much."
Blaine shook his head. "No, no, you only said she was sexy and that you cockblocked yourself… you're frustrated because we all got a taste, and you didn't!"
Sam looked at them, shocked. "Wait, you all slept with them? Even you, Mike?"
Mike smirked. "When I came to, we were…I didn't panic until after we finished."
Blaine took a shot. "I was in a very compromising position when I woke up…."
Brittney smiled. "Lady kisses." She chimed in before they all laughed.
Sam sighed, running his hands over his hair. "It doesn't matter now. She told me that she was pregnant and I screwed up, so getting a taste is out of the question, and we have to figure out how to wake up."
Both Blaine and Brittney shook their head. "No, I don't want to go back!" Blaine said. "Why not use some of that Evans charm and put those huge lips to work."
Mike nodded. "I agree, I have a pretty hot wife and my dream job, and we're all friends still… yeah, I don't think I want to go back, and who's to say we won't get our memories?"
"I already have mine!" Brittney boasted.
"How the hell do you already have yours!" Sam asked, looking at her.
She shrugged. "After she explained everything, they just came to me, and Lord Tubbington helped a lot."
Blaine thought about it for a minute. "Before we dismiss what she just said, she is more accepting of all of this, so maybe that's why ours isn't coming?"
Sam sighed. "I'm supposed just to accept all this, and ten years of my life just gone? My siblings are grown, I have children I don't know, and I am married to a woman. I don't even know why I married her or how my ass got lucky enough to get her to marry me?"
"Then that looks like you need to go home and find that out because none of us are willing to let this go." Mike suggested.
Sam scoffed. "You can't be serious! Guys, the sex can't be so good that you just want to be okay with all this."
They all shot him a knowing look. "My wife may be seven months pregnant, but she… she is flexible!" Mike said.
Kurt is very… very good at… taking control." Blaine added.
Brittney simply smiled. "Lady. Kisses."
Sam breathed heavily. "You guys are just…you are really serious? You want this?"
"Yes!" They all said in unison.
"Dude, stop being a bitch and go talk to your wife, but not as the scared kid sitting here but as Sam fucking Evans! You got this!"Mike said, encouraging him.
"I would rather just sit here and get drunk…but I will humor you." Sam didn't believe that anything would change. Yes, he was attracted to her, yes, she seemed cool, but his mind wouldn't let him fully accept this.
Mercedes sat on the sofa, knees pulled under her as she worked on a song; she was confused, hurt, and tired. Stevie decided to take the kids to see their grandparents, feeling Mercedes and Sam needed some time alone. But all that ended up happening was she spent hours alone, wondering what was happening and why her husband seemed to forget everything about them.
She heard the door open and closed her eyes, she wasn't ready for whatever was about to happen, but she needed to be. Sam owed her an explanation, and she needed to hear him no matter what he had to say.
Sam looked at Mercedes, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Mercedes… can we talk?" He asked, sitting on the chair across from her.
Mercedes put her notebook down and nodded. "Yeah. Let's talk." She said, trying not to bring her emotions into it.
He nodded, sensing she was upset. "I am going to be very honest with you, and all I ask is that you listen to everything first."
Mercedes exhaled as she nodded. "Okay."
"Okay, so last night I was at a bar with Mike, Blaine, and Brittney… we were all harping about our lives, then April Rhodes gave us this blue drink, and when I woke up, it was ten years later. I didn't have a wife or a job or kids or even had met you… I know it sounds like I'm losing my shit, but this is why we all woke up this way… me, Mike, Blaine, and Brittney." He said before catching his breath.
Mercedes' mouth fell open as he spoke. She closed her eyes for a moment before really looking at Sam. She knew him, knew when he lied, and when he told the truth, and whether or not this was real, Sam believed it was real.
"So, you woke up to me trying to get into your pants, and you had no idea who I was…you must think I'm easy or something." She said jokingly. "Sam, I don't know why this happened…and I don't know what I am supposed to do here. We are married; we have kids, but…." What could she say?
Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I know it sounds unbelievable, but just call Mike and ask him, please. Or better call Brittney! You are absolutely stunning, and I would love to let you do whatever you want to my body, but… I don't know the Sam you're in love with." He replied, looking at her, hoping she believed him.
She shook her head. "I don't need to call anyone Sam. You may not know me, but I know you. I know when you are lying, and you aren't. I can see it." She ran her hand through her hair. "The rational, caring wife in me says I understand; I respect you, I will give you time. But the horny pregnant woman is disappointed." She teased.
Sam chuckled. "I am all for building to that…"
Mercedes stood and smiled. "Wait right here for a second." She walked to the bookshelf, then sat back down and smiled. "Come sit with me; I want to show you something."
Sam moved over to the couch and sat right beside her. "What's this?" He asked.
"This is what I call Samcedes Volume One. My fans have given us that ship name." She laughed. "This right here, this is the first time that we met. I was singing the national anthem and threw out the first pitch, and as I walked to my seat, you stopped me and said… Excuse me, Miss, Your voice is amazing; you should be a professional singer."
Sam blushed. "Did you correct me?"
She shook her head no. "Nope, I said maybe I should,+ and you introduced yourself to me. That's when we realized that Kurt invited Blaine. And he brought you and Mike along." Mercedes showed a photo of Sam, her, Blaine, Kurt, Mike, and Tina. "We all went to the box, and no one paid attention to the game; I don't even remember who won. You told me about your new job at Marvel and your family. And you told me that if you didn't kiss me that moment, the world would end up being a sad place."
Sam smiled. "And did that work?"
She turned the page showing a picture of Sam kissing her. "Mike took that, wanting to make sure the world knew you had a game." She laughed.
He looked at her, loving the sound of her laugh. "How the hell did three dates end up with us married?"
She smiled. "So after that, you asked me out, and I agreed. I didn't know what to expect, but you invited me to Sunday dinner at your parent's house. I didn't know why you did that, but I was down for the ride, you know. I am flexible."
She showed him a photo of them with his parents, then one with his grandmother. "When we got there, you introduced me to your parents and your grandmother, and Nana told you that I was the one. It was such a great night."
"I would have thought for our first date, we would have gone somewhere more romantic," Sam said.
"Me too, but later that night, I was reading Stacey a story, and she told me that you wanted to take me to this fancy restaurant, but she was having nightmares and wanted you home, and since you didn't want to cancel the date you invited me over."
Sam smiled at her. "You just went to my parents with me?"
She nodded. "Yep. Then you took me horseback riding and to a carnival on our second date."
Sam grinned. "And you just did that?"
"Yep, and I kicked your ass in Balloon Pop and won you a stuffed dog. Then you won me a stuffed zebra." She smiled, showing him the photo.
"I am starting to understand why I proposed." Sam said.
Mercedes turned the page. "You made a picnic, and when I say made it, I mean you made the sandwiches and packed chips and drinks. You even made us brownies for dessert. And the radio was playing. It was so romantic and fun, and then my song came on the radio."
Sam smiled, listening as Mercedes bit her bottom lip. "I told you at the carnival that I wanted to get married after I was nominated for my first Grammy. And after my song went off, the DJ said that it was a song from Mercedes Jones, who I just got word of, is nominated for two Grammys this year. Needless to say, everyone started texting me. And when I looked at you, you leaned in, kissed me, and said…I think it's a sign that you didn't believe in love at first sight until you saw me standing on the pitcher's mound. And that you were made to love me. And asked me to marry you."
Sam smiled. "Wow…and I'm assuming this was all even before we ever… you know?"
"Yeah, we didn't have sex before we got married. I was a virgin." She said, chewing her bottom lip.
"Fuck… so it's only ever been me?" He asked.
"You are all I ever wanted, all I ever needed, Sam." She said honestly.
He closed the photobook and put it on the coffee table. "So we've been in love since the very beginning? And we've lived this beautiful life… I hate that I don't remember."
She placed her hand on his cheek, comforting him. "It's okay, I will spend the rest of my life, or however long you want me to, to share with you our story. You are worth it, Sam."
He looked at her. "I don't deserve you…" He said before leaning in to kiss her. "Can I… kiss you?" He asked.
Mercedes bit her bottom lip. "You don't have to ask, but yes." She replied, leaning in the rest of the way before they kissed.