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Chapter Seventeen
Finn dusted off his jacket as he stepped out of his ride share. He wasn't one to use public transportation but since he'd been asked to meet Stevie Evans for dinner he figured there'd be drinking involved. He was surprised to even get the call but figuring that everything had calmed down since the big game and Sam was getting better, he assumed everything was fine.
Walking inside of the upscale place, he told the hostess his party's name and was quickly taken to the back of the house. He offered her a quick smile before she departed back to the stand and he was greeted by Stevie.
"Finn! How the hell are ya?" Stevie asked, pulling him into a tight hug.
Accepting the hug, he couldn't help smiling back. "I've been good man, how's it been with you? Shit, we haven't hung out in ages."
Stevie nodded, taking his seat which Finn followed. "Just been busy, you know I started my security and chauffeuring business and since I'm connected to Sam, business has been booming."
Finn nodded appreciatively. "I heard you were getting big, that's good to hear. What made you reach out?"
There was an expression on the blonde's face that made Finn suddenly very aware of his surroundings. The soft chatter of the other patrons and the clinking of silverware had stopped, he looked around realizing that they were the only people still in the restaurant.
Stevie leaned forward, smirking. "It's funny that you ask that because I could ask you why the fuck you tried to ruin my brother's career."
Finn could taste the venom in his words and sprung to his feet only to be shoved back down. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the only way out was through two very large men and there were three more standing behind Stevie.
"Hey man, I don't-"
Stevie glared at him. "Don't piss in my drink and call it tequila, I know you hired Rick and Azimo to injure him, now explain to me why you thought you would get away with it?"
Finn swallowed, looking around again. "Look man… It happened because of Mercedes. He was being cocky, acting all big and bad and I got mad. They weren't supposed to injure him to that extent."
"So you thought two of the grimiest players were what? Going to give him some love taps and then you'd get to finally get your flabby ass off the bench?"
"No." He replied, feeling his anger rising. "I just wanted him to be knocked down a little. I regretted it as soon as it happened and when I saw him at the party I…" Finn stopped, trying to find the right words.
Stevie stood, adjusting the large ring on his finger. "Did you know for the longest time, everyone assumed I was older than Sam?"
Finn looked at him confused. "No?"
"Funny." Stevie said, standing over him. "I've never been one to play with my food so I'll get straight to the point. I'm gonna fuck you up and depending on the information you provide will determine just how badly I beat your ass."
Finn tried to stand up again but Stevie held him down. "Look, I told you everything and I should get some slack considering I saved Mercedes from the burning house!"
Stevie chuckled. "You did that to clear your own guilt. My brother has worked his ass off to get to this point in his career and you literally took it away from him."
"No, no! He'll be back practicing soon!"
Smirking, Stevie pulled Finn up by his collar. "But you won't."
All of the color drained from Finn's face at Stevie's words. "You wouldn't…come on man I am up for Trade this year, I won't be around!"
"You know, karma often comes when we are on our way to the top, maybe this will teach you not to gamble with other people's lives."
Finn tried to pull away from Stevie, and stumbled back when Stevie let him go.
Landing on his backside, Finn yelped as he tried to stand and get out as quickly as he could. But the moment he stood a man was blocking the exit.
"Finn, meet Karma. Karma, there's a tip in there if you don't leave a mark. Make it look good guys." Stevie said downing his drink before walking towards the exit.
"Stevie come on man…STEVIE!"
"Oh and Finn, if I were you, I wouldn't go around talking about what happened here…Karma doesn't like people knowing his business." With that Steive walked towards his car, smiling as he heard a crack, and Finn screamed.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed Stacey as he started to drive. "Hey sis."
"Hey Stevie. How was dinner?"
"It was great! Very tasty."
"Good, I am glad that you had a great meal. We still on for family dinner Sunday?"
Stevie sighed. "You gonna have to call Sam on that one. But I gotta get going, I just wanted you to know about my tasty meal."
Stacey laughed. "You really enjoy eating don't you?"
"If the food tastes good, then yes. And trust me, this dinner was overdue. I will call you later." He replied before saying his goodbyes and hanging up. He had a list of things to do now that he'd gotten the confirmation he needed.
Dialing Roderick, he gave the valet his ticket and waited for them to retrieve his car.
"Yo, bossman! How'd dinner go?"
"Tasty, thinking about grabbing some dessert." Stevie replied, he could hear Roderick shifting.
"What's the order?"
"Homemade apple pie and a few slices of blackberry cobbler."
Roderick snorted. "Hot or cold? Want any ice cream?"
Stevie took his keys from his valet before getting into his car and connecting. "Piping hot and a few scoops couldn't hurt. I want to attach a note too… S. Evans sends his regards."
"Bruce and Wyatt or Dean and Jordan?"
Steve smirked. "I think they'd all enjoy some dessert."
Roderick's deep chuckle was heard before he dispatched the message. "Should be delivered by noon tomorrow."
"Perfect, I'm off for the night so call me when it's done."
"Will do." Roderick replied before hanging up.
Sam threw his coat on the couch, and kicked off his shoes as he entered Malcolm's place. As much as he wished Mercedes would come home, he still couldn't blame her for wanting to be and feel safe. And there was no way he was going to let her live there without him.
Running his hands through his hair, he walked into their room, stopping as he didn't see her anywhere. "Mercedes?"
He heard a noise in the bathroom and walked towards the door, knocking on it. "Merce? Baby? You okay?"
He didn't hear anything, and that caused fear to grow, what if Will's crazy ass found her. Opening the door he froze seeing her on the floor, throwing up.
"Oh…Merce." He rushed to her side, moving her hair from her face as he rubbed her back. "Are you okay?"
Mercedes closed her eyes. "Do I look okay?"
Sam shook his head, reaching up and grabbing a towel for her, before turning the faucet on and getting her some water. "Here, what can I do?"
Rinsing out her mouth, Mercedes sat back on her heels. "I didn't expect you home so soon."
"Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you are sitting here, puking your guts out? Baby I know you are scared and worried, but if you can't keep your food down, maybe we should see someone."
"I'm gonna be okay, I promise, I just don't feel well. Is everything okay? Did you go to therapy?" She asked, getting up.
Sam reached down and helped her stand, wrapping his arms around her. "Can I get you something to settle your stomach? Ginger ale? Crackers?"
"Ginger Ale." She said as he helped her to the bed. "Sam, can I ask you something? Have you ever thought about what the future holds?"
Sitting with her, he moved her hair from her face, to behind her ears. "What do you mean? Like with football?"
"Yeah, football, or your life. Like getting married, having kids? Have you ever thought about all that?"
"Merce I know you are worried about Will hurting you, but trust me, he won't get the chance and you will have more time for the future."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, moving off the bed. "That's not what I asked you Sam, have you ever thought about what you want for your future. Do you want kids? Do you want to get married?"
"Oh." Sam said, letting his breath out. "I uh. I mean in theory of course you think about it, but I am still very much trying to get back on track with football, and everything."
"Sam, you are just saying a bunch of words. Do you want a family!" She said a little more emotional than she wanted to be.
"Are you asking me to marry you? Because I think you are just scared. Why don't we revisit this when all this is over?"
"Wow." She said turning away from him and walking out to the kitchen.
Sam followed her, reaching to take her hand. "Merce stop. Will you just stop talking in riddles and questions and just tell me what is going on. Because if this is about our future, I mean we have one, we just never really…I wanna be the one to…Merce just talk to me."
Mercedes sighed, turning to Sam. "Sam I-." She paused for a moment. "Sam, I'm pregnant."
Sam's eyes widened. "You're what?"
"I am pregnant. There is your child growing inside of my stomach. I am having your baby Sam Evans, how many ways do you need to hear it?"
He blinked, trying to process the words but for some reason his mind went blank. "Fuck." He whispered, running his hands through his hair before looking at Mercedes again. "I…"
She scuffed, trying to shake away the tears in her eyes. "Wow… Mal tried to warn me about you. I thought…" She stopped, shaking her head. "I have horrible taste in men, I'm going to Quinn's."
Sam stood frozen, still trying to fathom the news before realizing that Mercedes was halfway out the door. "Wait! No, Merce… I didn't mean that in a bad way- I just." He said, catching up to her. "Hey stop… you gotta give me a minute to process."
"Fine! Process, take all the fucking time you need! It's not like I don't have a crazy ex who's hell bent on ruining my life and a damn stalker trying to find me oh let's not forget I'M ALSO FUCKING PREGNANT! So excuse me for not having the time to let you process." She spat, yanking away and storming out the door.
Sam threw his head back, hitting the door with his fist. "Fuck!" He said, going back to get his keys to go after her.
"Are you sure we shouldn't go after her?"
Santana shook her head. "Nah, we need them out of the house… remember that scene in Enough? When JLo was hiding in the house?"
Kurt looked at her like she was crazy. "Yes… why?"
The Latina smirked. "Well what's stopping the crazy man from doing the same thing? What's stopping him from coming down-"
Kurt held up his hand. "This should be more like When A Stranger Class… JLo went to beat her ex's ass. The creep from the other movie was hiding in the house waiting for her to be alone so he could attack."
She looked at him, unamused before rolling her eyes. "Ok nerd, like I was saying- when JLo was hiding in the house and came out when it was empty… the stalker could totally be doing that now and we can catch him."
"And if he's not there then what?" Kurt asked.
Santana sighed. "Well we know she's going somewhere and we know what hers and Sam's cars look like so we'll follow them."
He started to reply when his phone buzzed. He checked it and saw it was a text from Quinn. "It's Q."
QF: Cedes just called a code Purple.
QF: it's time to assemble bitches!
KH: Quinn…
KH: we are not the damn avengers…
SL: THE HELL WE AINT!
SL: we're on a recon mission right now but we'll be there in ten
QF: LET'S GOO!
Kurt rolled his eyes, putting his phone away. "You two are gonna be the death of me."
"Hush, you go to Q's and I'll come after I check the house."
"Girl, you are not JLo! I'm letting you go in there alone."
Santana laughed. "And what are you going to do? Shimmy him into submission? Bitch, I got razor blades on me, what do you have?" She asked before they both ducked when Sam drove by them.
Sighing, Kurt opened the car door. "You really need to seek help, also I have a gun. I may be a pretty bitch, but I ain't a dumb one."
"TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET THERE!" Santana shouted before getting out herself to go check the house.
Will Schuester was a man on a mission, the moment he laid eyes on Mercedes he knew, knew that he wanted her, craved her and that he would stop at nothing to get her. And all his hard work was starting to pay off, Jesse screwed everything over.
Hearing that she left pissed Will off to no end, and he knew if he could just get to her, convince her to come home, to him, that she would. But as soon as he got to town, he found her in the arms of that dumb jock and he felt a rage he hadn't felt since his second wife Emma perished in that fire, she was going to leave him, and no one left Will Schuester.
He hadn't intended on Mercedes being in the house, when he set it on fire. At first he wanted her to see how much he loved her, so he covered her room with all the photos he took. Photos that proved how much she loved him. How she would undress in front of the window just for him.
How whenever he came over, she made a point to touch him, letting him know that she felt what he did. But then, she never came home. Instead she stayed over that man's house acting like she didn't have a man already in love with her.
So no, while he had every intention of burning down her house, he didn't expect her to be in the room. But as he slipped out the back and set the place on fire, he realized she was in there. And he also realized, this was his chance, his chance to show up and play the hero. But that dumbass Finn Hudson had to ruin everything! He took Will's glory. He took that moment. And had he not been on a mission to win Mercedes back, Finn would have met an untimely end.
Showing up while her and Sam were having sex, that wasn't the plan, he had thought Sam left when the big crowd did, but no, there he was defiling Mercedes. Having her call him Daddy. Smacking her luscious ass over and over to where Will damn near came imagining it was him. And when they fell asleep, he stared at her, wondering if she thought it was him.
The moment they left for Malcolm's, Will made sure to get all the blueprints and specs. He wanted to know every dead space, every spot that he could hide. There was no way she would get away from him. She was his, she belonged to him, and now his plan needed to come to an end.
It didn't take him long to bribe one of the security guards into letting him on the property, nor was it hard to slide in the house during one of the team meetings. No, Will found the dead space in a hidden crawl space behind the closet in the master suite. And he brought his supplies so there was very little need to leave.
And for the last few days, he watched Mercedes, she slept like an angel, her beautiful soft snores were like music to his ears, and the fact that she and Sam hadn't had sex was even more proof that she didn't want him. That she knew Will was the one for her, why else would she stop sleeping with him, after laying eyes on Will?
He had made miniscule holes in the wall, allowing for tiny cameras to pick up all areas of the house, that way he could learn what they were going to be doing and how they were going to do it. This was how he was going to stay ahead of the game. This was how he was going to finally get what he came for.
And now, Will realized that he had something else to prepare for. A child, his child with the love of his life. Hearing Mercedes say she was pregnant, it was like the veil of wondering what if had been lifted and his mission was clear. He had to save Mercedes and their child under any means necessary.
Once they left, Will emerged from his crawl space and headed right to Mercedes room, opening her drawers and exhaled as he took her scent. His hands delicately picked up a sage babydoll dress, loving the way the lace felt between his fingers, imagining how it would feel draped over Mercedes. Hunger grew within him, and he needed release. But the moment his hands went to his jeans the door opened.
Replacing the babydoll dress, he closed the drawer and quickly moved closer to see who it was. Seeing Santana walk in. He shook his head with an internal laugh.
"What the hell is she even doing here? I bet she's trying to look for me?" he thought. "It would take nothing for me to over power you and show you just who I am." as he watched her walk around and his eyes went to the kitchen. "How much would Mercedes miss you? I could grab that knife, skin you alive and frame Jesse for it…yes! That would get the both of you out of my hair."
He moved towards the kitchen but stopped as Santana looked into the closet. "I swear you are an idiot, why are you looking in the most obvious spaces? I am literally ten feet away from you and you have no idea."
He followed her, leering at her as he did. "You are persistent, I will give you that. But nothing you do will keep me from her." The knife forgotten, he moved closer. "I haven't felt a woman in a long time, and if I wasn't saving myself for Mercedes and our child, oh the things I could do to you."
As he silently moved away from her, going back to his crawl space, he smiled going over to his tablet, watching as she continued to go from room to room. He had to give her credit for the fact that without any knowledge of the house, she did a thorough check, she just didn't check everywhere.
He sighed looking over at the scrapbook of photos that he took of Mercedes, some were of her sleeping and others were of her at various places. He knew where to find her, because he had put not only a tracker on her car but on her phone as well. Will was taking no chances of his plan failing. He had everything lined up, including a boat at the dock, that would take them far far away from everyone.
As he watched Santana leave, his mind went back to the fact that Mercedes was pregnant. He needed to start preparing to be a father, he intended on being a present and loving father. In a few short weeks, he was going to get everything he ever wanted, even if that meant getting rid of everyone in his way.
Chileeee... Will crazy!