Sam was walking on air as he rummaged through his closet; he would remind Mercedes of what they meant to each other. He would show her that he made mistakes, but he loved her and would do everything in his power to show it.

Pulling out his leather jacket, Sam smiled; it was what he wore on his first date with Mercedes, and he hoped it still had a little magic.

"Evans? Where you at?"

Sam sighed heavily as he stepped into the living room, where he was face to face with his friends Artie Abrams and Blaine Anderson. "I swear I never should have given you two keys. You are almost as bad as Stevie."

"I love it when you call my name, little brother," Stevie said, walking in with two six-packs.

"As much as I enjoy our time together, guys, please tell me why the hell you three are here?"

Three sets of eyes looked at Sam. Artie frowned. "Poker night? You are hosting. Dude, don't tell me you forgot."

Sam's eyes widened as he laughed. "Fuck, yeah, tonight is poker night. I, uh, I forgot, and I made plans."

"No, Jane can wait. This is needed. I have been surrounded by tweens," Blaine growled. "Today, I had to break up a fight between two non-binary students who were fighting because one of them used the wrong pronouns. I need to be around adults."

Sam ran his hands through his hair, and Stevie smirked. "Oh, I doubt Sam is going out with Jane."

Artie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Has Jane run her course already? It's been what? Six months? Longest relationship since my boo Mercy…dumbest thing you ever did was let that fine woman leave your ass."

"Well, if I am right, my little brother has wised up."

"Okay, what is he talking about?" Blaine asked.

"Mercedes Jones is back and apparently has Sam forgetting things like how we had poker night tonight. Or about how he asked Jane to come over to meet the family and invited Mercedes to dinner because he forgot he had a girlfriend."

Blaine and Artie stared at him with their mouths dropped open. Blaine shook his head. "Wait…Mercedes is back? Like back for good? Or…"

Sam sighed. "Okay, yes, Mercedes will be back for a week. She got here yesterday, and well… what can I say? It was like we never… she's still so…"

Seeing the smirk on Sam's face made Stevie roll his eyes. "Oh my God! You fucked her in the stables, didn't you!"

"That's my boy!" Artie laughed high, fiving him.

"Sam! You aren't a cheater, so what are you doing? Are you and Jane still together? Are you and Mercedes back? What the hell is happening?" Blaine asked.

Sam ran his hand over his face before heaving a deep sigh. "Look, Jane is cool, and no, I don't feel good about hurting her, but it's Mercedes. She is the love of my life. I know she didn't want me to come with her last time, but maybe things are different now."

Stevie laughed. "You do realize that she wanted you to stop her."

Sam looked at his brother. "No, she didn't. She ignored my calls and left that morning before I woke up."

Stevie grabbed a beer and shook his head. "That's not how I heard it."

Artie raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Sammy Boy left Mercedes and Jane alone while he went and spoke to Dad. And I like to eavesdrop. Mercedes said she dropped her phone in a puddle at the airport. She couldn't reach you, so she gave Jane a letter to give to you. One she didn't, I am taking."

Sam glared at his brother. "You're lying, tell me you are fuckin lying."

Stevie shook his head. "Heard right out of Mercedes pretty little mouth. She asked Jane if she had ever given you the letter, and Jane stood there looking like a deer in the headlights. Mercedes is classier than the women I date cause Jane would have been knocked the hell out."

Sam balled his hands into a fist as he returned to his bedroom. Within fifteen minutes, Sam walked out, showered, and dressed, pulling on his leather jacket.

"You guys can stay here and clean up before you leave."

Stevie raised an eyebrow. "And what are you doing?"

"First, I have a stop to make, and then, I have a date I plan on keeping."

"Yeah, you do." Artie laughed. "Slap that ass at least once for me."

Sam growled. "You are lucky I don't have time to slap the shit out of you."

Jane had been texting Sam all day, and when he finally replied and said he was coming over, she immediately went to work. She wasn't a bad person; she deserved love, too.

She knew she was wrong. Mercedes had done everything for her, and she owed her, but Sam, it seemed, was the last good man out there. She would sit and watch as he waited on Mercedes hand and foot. He worshiped her in a way Jane craved.

When they had cookouts, Sam made sure she was comfortable. Then he stood and got her a plate and made sure she had everything before himself. He opened her doors, sang to her, and treated her like his Queen. Jane grew envious of that.

She wanted to be his Queen. Jane was always brought up to pursue her dreams. Her mother often told her that she deserved the best, and sometimes, that meant upsetting others to get it.

Jane had always intended to give Sam the letter, but seeing how broken he was…she decided to finally take something for herself.

She was his friend; he worked for four years to get him to see her as more than Mercedes's friend. And now that he was hers, there was no way in hell she would give him up.

Slipping into a teal babydoll dress, she let her hair fall, allowing her massive curls to bounce. Sam always said he loved running his fingers through her hair.

She applied her makeup and tidied up her room as her phone rang. Seeing it was a familiar number, she hit ignore. But as they called back twice, she knew they wouldn't stop calling.

Exhaling deeply, she answered the video call, her annoyance showing. "Tina, Santana, I am trying to get ready for a date; what the hell do you two want?"

"You think you are so slick; Mercedes may not have kicked your ass, but trust and believe I am about to hop a flight to Nashville just to cut a bitch." Santana said angrily.

"We were supposed to be friends, Jane; how could you go after Sam. Girl code says that you don't go after a man your girl was in love with."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Why can't you all just be happy for me? I have a real chance at love. You have love with Quinn, San, and Tina; you and Mike are the ideal couple. I have that chance to be really happy with Sam. He loves me. He's on his way over here right now."

Tina raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is he? And you think he's coming over there to declare his love? Girl, what Sam and Mercedes have, it's bigger than some lust-filled girl crush."

"Later, for this talk, I am coming there now!" Santana spat.

The doorbell sounded, and Jane smirked. "You two wanna know how much Sam loves me. Put your phone on mute and listen. And then maybe you will see that I deserve this chance at love. And get Mercedes off my back."

Jane put the phone down and rushed to the door, waiting a moment before she answered. "Sam. You look so good. Come in."

Sam put his hand up. "No. I just came by to ask you one question. Did Mercedes give you a letter for me?"

Jane's mouth hung open before her features cooled. "No. Is that what she's telling you? Sam, I was with you when she left. I made sure you ate and went to work. I knew how hard you took her leaving; If I could ease that pain for you, I would have."

"Really?" Sam said, unconvinced.

"Really?" she pulled him closer to her. "I love you, Sam. I know you haven't said it, but I know you feel it, too. Mercedes being here is messing up our flow. But it's okay."

Sam grabbed her wrist and gently pushed her away from him. "Jane, I liked you; I thought you were classy and beautiful. And you made me feel like I could be okay after Mercedes. And you are right; I am in love."

Jane beamed. "I knew it."

"I am in love with Mercedes. I have loved her since our first date. And I loved her even while signing those papers. No amount of lust-filled fun can take it away. And the fact that you are sitting here in my face and lying to me."

"I'm not."

"YOU ARE!" Sam yelled. "Stevie heard you and Mercedes. He knows you got the letter and never gave it to me."

"She didn't deserve you!" Jane took Sam's hand in hers. "She took that job knowing that you couldn't join her. She was selfish; she was always selfish. You waited on her hand and foot; you gave her everything."

"Shut up! She gave me everything. We both agreed that she should take the job, and I would stay here. We broke up not because we didn't love each other but because we were on two different paths. It would have been hard, but had I known she wanted me to come to her, had I known I had a chance…I would have."

"Sam."

"It's over, Jane."

Sam walked out the door as Jane came after him. "No! I won't let it be over! Sam! SAM!"

Jane watched him leave, tears falling down her face as she slammed her door.

"Sam! Oh, Sam! Don't leave me for Mercedes. I love you." Santana mocked. "You deserve this pain; when I get there, you will get more. Cause I'm gonna kick your ass. You can't avoid that."

Sam stood at the counter, checking his watch before turning to watch the florist assemble the bouquet he had bought for Mercedes.

His mind raced to the way he spent the last five years. The woman he met to try and forget his wife, the hearts he broke when they learned he couldn't love them the way they wanted, he wouldn't love them back.

His mind went to Jane; whether she did it purposely or not, she stole that time from him and Mercedes. He should have just gone to the airport like he wanted to.

When he awoke to find Mercedes gone, he wanted to get dressed, stop her, and tell her they could find a way. But then he remembered their conversion. Mercedes was right; his family needed him, and she couldn't turn down the opportunity.

Every time he picked up the phone to call her, he stopped, knowing he would run to be with her and they would end up in the same situation.

So, instead, he tried to forget. I tried to move on, but Mercedes was never far from his mind or his heart.

Paying for the flowers, Sam walked out to his car. He was determined to make things right. Mercedes deserved it, and he deserved it, too.

Looking at the array of purple, pink, red, and white flowers in the bouquet, Sam rushed to a friend's vineyard to grab the bottle of wine that he and Mercedes had at their wedding. Tonight, it was going to hold pieces of their past to remind them of what they were.

Then, he would show that they had a bright future. Because Sam Evans had made up his mind that it may take work and be hard, he was going to get his wife back.

Now that we are on to chapter six, we can let you know who wrote the first five chapters!

Chapter 1 was written by Tora.

Chapter 2 was written by Kesh.

Chapter 3 was written by Kesh.

Chapter 4 was written by Tora

Chapter 5 was written by Kesh.

Were you right in your guesses? Remember to cast your vote for who you think wrote this chapter.