Hey guys, here is another chapter! I have updated the CEO and Heiress as well. I know it's been a minute, and I am slow, but I am still here.

"Sam! Sam, it's coming on!" Mercedes yelled as she slowly sat on the sofa. "You are gonna miss it."

Sam walked into the room and smiled, handing her the popcorn. "No need to worry. I am here."

"How is Cody?"

Sam smiled. "Great, he is sound asleep. Is this the right channel?"

Mercedes nodded. "Yep. And Quinn is recording it too."

Sam nodded. "I am gonna grab a drink,k what do you want?"

"Water, with Ice…lots of ice."

"I'll get you orange juice too."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because every time you drink a full glass of ice water, you crave orange juice." He laughed.

As Sam walked away, Kitty, Santana, and Quinn video-chatted with her. Answering the call, she smiled.

"Hello, ladies."

"Are you watching!" Kitty said excitedly. "I can't believe we are a part of a major story on the news!"

Quinn smiled. "Tina has been working nonstop on this story and said that the clinic is done after this."

Mercedes smiled as Sam joined her on the couch. "We knew the moment they screwed me over, we were going to make them pay. But honestly, it worked out for me; this is for the women for whom it's not working out."

"I can't wait to see myself on the news. Though she made me do the whole deep throat thing until the court case has finished."

Sam looked at the phone. "Hello, ladies, and what do you mean deep throat?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Suck a perv," Mercedes said as the girls laughed. "She's joking about the nickname given in Watergate."

"Oh, guys, it's starting!" Quinn said.

Everyone nodded as they turned to the TV. Mercedes snuggled closer to Sam as she and her friends watched the broadcast.

"Earlier this year, our lead investigator, Tina Cohen-Chang, investigated allegations that The Schuester Clinic had caused a few fertility scandals. As more information came to light, we go live to Tina now for more information on this story."

"Thank you, Connie. Starting a family should be a dream, and for those who are unable to do it on their own, you should have a doctor or a clinic that makes you feel like they are looking out for you. But what happens when the clinic you went to decides to take your life and the life of your family in their hands? Furthermore, what happens when you realize everything you've heard about that place is a lie?

"Almost eight months ago, to the day, a woman desperate to give her son a sibling but tired of the men who only wanted to play games searched with her friends for a clinic that would help bring her dreams to life. After searching and going through profile after profile, she lands on the man who will complete her family.

"She goes through the process, and on the day she finds out if the procedure worked, she also finds out the father of her children is a man who only stored his sperm for medical reasons. And instead of handling this the correct way, and despite hippa privacy laws, this clinic brought the two together to tell them what happened, in hopes of paying them off for their silence."

Mercedes linked her hand with Sam's as Tina continued. "I have a witness who was there that day and saw what happened to her best friend. Her voice has been distorted to protect her privacy while the court case is pending, but not only does she have video evidence, but the couple in question has agreed to come forward."

Tina cleared her throat as the video began to play.

"Miss X, please tell us, in your words, what happened?"

Mercedes watched as they showed Santana's silhouette. "Of course. See, my best friend is such a wonderful person; all she wanted was to be a mother again. She trusted Will and Terri and then was told in a meeting to her face that they screwed up. Instead of pulling her aside, they pull her and the father in question into the same room, tell them what happened, and then offer them a small, and when I say small, I mean…tiny amount of money."

"So she told you this?" Tina asked.

"Nope, I was in the room; they were so busy trying to cover their a-behinds that they didn't even bother having me sign an NDA. Not that I would have. But seriously, they were unprofessional, and after some clever searching, I discovered that my girl wasn't the only one. They have done this multiple times to women. If we don't stop them, they will keep hurting people."

She sighed as the video turned black and the screen showed Tina again. "Beyond that statement, I also have a written statement from another customer. It states that they were shocked to learn that their child was a different race than what they had picked. The office called her and tried to convince her that there was an issue with the donor she had chosen and that she needed a new one.

"Not knowing she had already found out she was pregnant. After she informed them of this, they came clean and gave her a small sum of money that she had taken to alleviate the stress. This seems to be a common practice, screw people over and give them a small amount of hush money; well, this reporter says enough is enough. Authorities have begun investigating the clinic and a trial date has been set for a few months from now."

Mercedes exhaled as she looked at Sam. "Tina did such a great job."

Sam nodded, pulling her closer. "I am really proud of you and how you are handling all of this, I know that we were lucky, but still."

"Hell yeah, you two are lucky; you found love in this madness," Santana said through the phone.

Mercedes laughed, taking a breath. "Yeah, we did, but it could have been so much worse. I could have been stuck with crappy DNA and a crappy baby daddy."

"I want to give a voice to those who can't speak because they really needed the money they were given. Paying back what they gave us is a small price to pay for justice."

"Well…" Quinn said softly. "Blaine or Sebastian should be reaching out in a few."

Mercedes looked at the phone. "Because?"

Before she could speak, Sam's phone rang. "Well, it looks like your timing is pretty spot on. What's up, B?"

"Well, now that Tina's report has gone live, Quinn, Sebastian, and I have taken care of your NDA situation."

Mercedes glanced from her phone to Sam's. "And that is how?"

"Well," Blaine started. You and Sam are due in court on Monday morning at 9 a.m."

"Why?" Sam asked.

Quinn smiled. "In order for the Feds and the DA to get a solid case, they needed to unseal records of all people affected; this means that they can call you to testify."

"Yeah, but that's what we decided to do," Mercedes said, confused.

"You did, but Quinn, Bas, and I felt you shouldn't be punished for doing the right thing. Monday morning, you are going to court so the judge can null and void your NDAs, and you can testify without fear of retribution from Will or Teri," Blaine said proudly.

Mercedes laughed. "So we do this, and then in a few months, we can say everything that happened with no fear? That is a lot of stress off of me."

"I know." Quinn smiled. "We got you, girl, and now that you are with Sam, your protection team just grew. We won't let you deal with any of this on your own."

"And we are going to be there with you." Santana smiled.

"Right in the front, making sure they know you are protected."

"The only thing…" Blaine started, "is that Biff will get a chance to cross-examine to try and prove that what they did was actually good for you. And if they can convince the judge, it may damage the case in the future."

Mercedes sighed. "Well then, we won't let it."

Sam took her hand in his and kissed it. "No, we won't. We are stronger together."

"Your honor, my clients are trying to clear their name. If NDAs are taken off the table, then what's next? Anyone can accuse my clients of doing anything," Biff said, adjusting his tie. This is nothing more than a witch hunt, and I move that we dismiss this case."

Judge Sylvester shook her head. "Theatrics like that will not be tolerated. This court is here; it's not going to be dismissed; this is a closed hearing to determine whether or not we can invalidate the NDAs created for Ms Mercedes Jones and Mr. Samuel Evans. Should they be invalidated, Mr. Evans and Ms. Jones will be free to testify in the upcoming trial; if not, anything they say outside this court will make them liable for a lawsuit. So are you going to finish questioning Mr. Schuster, or will you let Ms. Fabray cross."

Biff frowned. "Fine. Mr. Schuster, could you please tell the court why you had Ms. Jones and Mr. Evans sign an NDA?"

"Because you told me it was in our best interest," Will said before correcting himself. "I mean! No, I mean because we wanted to make sure they knew we were sorry."

"And were you sorry?" Biff asked.

"Yes, it was a clerical error. One that we know won't happen again."

"Thank you, your witness," Biff said, giving Will a thumbs up.

Quinn stood and walked towards the stand. "Mr. Schuster, how did you realize that you had implanted Ms. Jones with the wrong sperm?"

"Oh, well, one of our interns caught it and brought it to our attention," Will said, looking to Biff, who nodded.

Quinn side-eyed them before she continued. "An intern caught such a huge mistake? One that happened more than once."

"That's what I said."

Quinn nodded. "And who handled the fertilization?"

"I do, and then my wife injects them."

"So you are responsible for screwing up the results?"

"What? Um, no."

"Yes," Quinn said. "You said to yourself that you were the one who fertilized the eggs. Do you not double-check your work?"

"I did. I mean, I do!" Will said, standing up. "I don't know! Stop twisting my words!"

"Mr. Schuster, sit down." Judge Sylvester said.

Will sat down, and Quinn smiled. "I am not twisting your words. As a lawyer, I triple-check my work before I turn in anything my interns give me. There are no mistakes. You would think any kind of doctor would be the same. So why blame an intern for your mistake?"

"I..can't you object or something?" Will said to Biff.

Quinn smiled. "No further questions."

"Redirect your honor?" Biff said.

"Fine." Judge Sylvester.

"Mr. Schuster, are you in charge of setting up everything before you begin work?"

"Umm, I don't know what you mean?" Will said.

"Are you in charge of the setup, getting out the egg and the sperm?"

"Oh! No, I have techs for that, and then they let me know when they are ready."

"And so how could you..."

"Me?" Will questioned.

"Could you know..."

"Objection, your honor. He's leading his client. It's clear Mr. Schuster has no idea what is going on."

"Sustained. Mr. McIntosh, either move on or rest your case, as he was your final witness."

Biff frowned. "Fine, I rest, your honor."

Judge Sylvester nodded. Ms. Fabray, you can call your first witness."

"Quinn nodded as she looked at Sam. "I call Mr. Sam Evans."

Sam kissed Mercedes on the forehead as he walked towards the stand.

"Place your hand right here," the bailiff said, holding the Bible, and Sam did what was asked. "Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you, God?"

"I do," Sam said, and Quinn walked towards him. Mr. Evans, were you a client of Schuester Clinics?"

"I was, I went to them because of their reviews, and they were said to be able to handle… delicate situations."

Quinn nodded. "And would you tell the court what yours was?"

"Of course," Sam said, sitting up straighter. "I had a health scare. I thought I had testicular cancer, and I did a lot of self-searching and decided to freeze my sperm in case I wanted kids in the future and wasn't able to have them due to Chemo."

Quinn nodded. "Thank you, your witness." She said, looking at Biff.

Biff stood. "Mr. Evans, what was your prognosis?"

"I was cancer-free."

"Okay, and so why not take back your sperm once you knew?" Biff questioned.

Sam looked at Quinn and Blaine before looking at Biff. "I wasn't sure I wanted kids, and it seemed like keeping it there was a good way to save it in case I wanted kids in the future."

"So you are angry at my clients for making you responsible for not one but three lives?"

"No!" Sam moved forward. I didn't have to step up; some laws would have made it impossible if the mother had decided."

"So you are thankful that my clients did what they did?" Biff said, smiling.

"Thankful? They used my sperm without my knowledge, and frankly, I am slightly worried this wasn't the first time." Sam said, staring at him.

"The Feds went through all of their histories, and it's clear that they only used it once, so that's nighter here or there. Did you willingly sign the NDA?"

"I did because, at the time, I felt like I didn't want the world to know what happened with my sperm." He looked at Mercedes. "And I wanted to protect Ms. Jones."

Biff nodded. "Thank you. No further questions.

Quinn looked at Biff and then at Blaine as Sam stepped down.

"Why didn't he press Sam harder?" She whispered to him.

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know, but I don't like it. I don't know if we should call Mercedes up."

"I know," Quinn said. "But we have no choice."

"Ms. Fabray, your next witness?"

Quinn stood. "We would like to call Ms. Mercedes Jones."

Sam took Mercedes's hand, helping her stand as she wobbled towards the seat. Sam took his seat as Mercedes was sworn in.

Blaine walked over to Mercedes. He and Quinn agreed that he would question Mercedes, and she would question Sam so that they could keep it professional.

"Hi, Ms. Jones; how are you feeling today?"

Mercedes sighed. "Tired, very pregnant, but okay."

"You are pregnant with Triplets, are you not?"

"I am,"

"Congratulations," Blaine said. "So you wanted to get pregnant?"

"I did, and I went to the clinic hoping to become pregnant."

"Did you pick a donor?"

Mercedes nodded. "I did; finding the right donor took a few months."

"And was Mr. Evans that donor?"

Mercedes shook her head. "No. As great as he is, no, he wasn't the donor I chose."

"And why did you sign the NDA you were given?"

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip. "Honestly, it all happened so fast. I was told that the father I chose was not the one I picked, in front of the real father of my children. I was angry and confused, and I didn't want that to hinder my pregnancy. I wanted them to pay both money and for what they did."

"And how would you do that if you signed an NDA?" Blaine asked.

"Well, my best friend Santana and my Lawyer were in the waiting room, and I called them into the room once I realized what was happening. Mr. Micontosh was so concerned with getting me to sign an NDA that he didn't realize that Santana wasn't a lawyer, so she wasn't required to sign an NDA."

"That was quick thinking. Thank you. Nothing further."

Blaine took a seat, and Biff stood. "How far along are you, Ms. Jones?"

"I am eight months along," Mercedes said, knowing she had to be guarded.

"And the father, Sam Evans, is he planning to be in your children's lives?"

"He is." Mercedes nodded.

"Of course he is; in fact, he is more than just their father, isn't he ?"

Mercedes looked at Quinn, but Biff moved in front of her. "Answer the question."

"I don't see why that matters; whatever did or didn't happen between us happened after all of this."

"I said, ' Answer my question.' He growled, slamming his hand on the witness stand, causing Mercedes to jump.

"You do not get to speak to me like that. I am a grown woman; if you want to ask a question, do it, but the disrespect. It's a no for me."

Biff looked to the judge. "Permission to treat Ms. Jones as a hostile witness."

"OBJECTION!" Quinn and Blaine said, standing.

"Sustained." The judge said. "You will not treat a pregnant woman on my stand as hostile. However, Ms. Jones, can you answer his question?"

Mercedes nodded, turning to Biff. "He and I are engaged. Despite your client's attempt at ruining my life and his, we bonded over our anger and fell in love."

"Ah, so you have my clients to thank!"

Mercedes laughed. "Are you seriously saying that I should thank them? No, what they did was wrong; they wouldn't be trying to cover their tracks if they didn't think it was. What happened between Sam and me could have happened naturally since I had run into him once before, and we have friends in the same circle. All they did was get lucky, but others weren't so lucky."

Biff frowned. "Ms. Jones, what did the original donor look like?"

"He was tall, smart, and African American." She said, shrugging.

"Oh, so you were angry to learn the children would be half-white?"

"What?" she asked confused.

"Do your white friends know you are a racist?"

"Your honor, this line of questioning is ridiculous," Quinn said, standing.

Biff shook his head. "Well, she wanted a black child and now has a mixed one; it's normal to question her morals. Maybe that's why she has a change of heart."

"I'm not a racist! What your clients did was wrong. Period," Mercedes said, holding her stomach. Those people took a day that was supposed to bring happiness and joy and replaced it with pain and confusion! No one deserves that! No matter what greatness came out of this situation, it's not because of them! Ahhhh!"

Mercedes fell back into the chair as Biff moved closer to her.

"You-"

"Ahhhhh!" Mercedes screamed out, cutting him off.

Sam ran over to Mercedes, but Biff tried to stop him.

"Your honor, please tell this man to sit down. I am not finished questioning her.

"Yes, you are!" Sam said with gritted teeth.

"Order!" Judge Sylvester banged her gavel. "I want order in this courtroom. Now, Ms. Jones, are you okay?"

Mercedes shook her head. "No…I think…I think I'm having ConTACTIONS!"

Sam moved to help Mercedes off the stand, but Biff stood in the way. "This is just a ploy to get out of my questioning."

All eyes went to Mercedes as water spattered onto the floor. "So much for her faking it," Quinn said, pushing Biff out of the way. Your honor, can we please have a recess?"

"Yes, we will reconvene in the morning. Ms. Jones, Mr. Evans, good luck."

Sam pulled Mercedes close as he helped her walk towards the door. "Someone go get the car."

Santana nodded, running out the door, and Mercedes looked over to Sam. "It's time. We are gonna have a baby."

"Yeah, we are!"