Thank you guys, for the fantastic reviews. And yes, this is a plot I developed on Tumblr a few years back but never got to really get into it. Great things are to come, and I can't wait for you all to see what I have planned for this story. For now, enjoy, stay blessed, and be wary. There is a virus going around, and it's nasty, throat pain, body aches, headaches, and it's horrible.

Mercedes sat in Quinn's office, pushing the chicken Alfredo around on her plate. After leaving the Clinic, they grabbed food and returned to Quinn's office.

Quinn looked up at her. "So I know this wasn't the donor you wanted, but from what Blaine has told me about Sam, he's brilliant and wealthy. And we both know you thought he was sexy 'cause you shoved your tongue down his throat."

Mercedes chewed her bottom lip. "I feel so…I am so happy that the fertilized egg took; I am so happy that I am pregnant. But…"

"But your mind was set on Idris," Santana said.

Mercedes nodded. "And how messed up is it that I didn't get to have sex with that man, but I am carrying his child."

"Speaking of that, did he tell you why he didn't show up?" Quinn asked.

"Well turns out he has a girlfriend, and they have a rule, they can make out with who they want, but they can't have sex."

"The hell? Why can't any of my girlfriends be like that?" Santana laughed,

"Because you won't stop at a kiss, you a freak." Mercedes said, then put her food down. "What if they try to take this child from me?"

Quinn reached for her hand. "We won't let that happen. I will work up a contract for you two."

Mercedes nodded. "Okay."

"Can we talk about how you no longer have to work at that Hotel? How can you finally start your own business? You have almost three million dollars; it's huge."

Mercedes sighed. "I can't focus on the B&B while I am pregnant."

Quinn shook her head. "Why? You aren't going to be doing the work. You own the property, so it should be easy to get started. You need to start thinking about making the most out of your life. Out of your children's lives."

Mercedes smiled. "My parents are gonna flip out when they learn I can fix up their legacy." Her parents were gifted a vast eight-bedroom, nine-and-a-half-bathroom, Five Acre property in the heart of the country from her mom's parents. But raising Mercedes and her brothers and running two successful businesses, they didn't want the B&B life. But from the moment Mercedes stepped foot on the property when she was twelve, she knew she wanted to restore it.

They gifted her the house when she graduated from College with her BA in Business and a BA in Hospitality. And though she had made sure all the grounds were upkeep, and her family all donated one hundred thousand to the house fund, she had thought it would take another year to do it.

She grabbed her water bottle and took a breath. "You guys think I can do this?"

Santana nodded. "And you got me to help, and you know I am an Interior Designer at heart. And Quinn, even Tina said they would roll up their sleeves."

"San, you are a manager at an Entertainment company. But I did love what you did with your place."

"See! In another life, I was a designer." She laughed.

Mercedes sighed, sitting back. "Everything happens for a reason, and as mad as I am at that sham of a clinic, I am pregnant, and Cody, this child, and I are going to be okay."

"And we are Millionaires!" Santana laughed.

"We?" Mercedes asked, laughing.

"Yes, we! What's yours is mine, babe." She teased.

"Let me get the check first before you go spending it." She said as her phone rang. Seeing it was her mom, she sighed. "Time to face her."

"Remember, you can't tell her everything, but you can let her know what's going on," Quinn said.

Mercedes nodded as she answered. "Hi, momma."

"Hi, baby, so I picked Cody up from school, and now he and I are at the store…I can buy him new shoes, right?"

"Momma, you just bought him new shoes."

"He is a growing boy; he needs a new pair. And some extra clothes and maybe a new pair of glasses."

"Mom! Are you guys just on a shopping spree?"

"You the one who left him in my care!" Amelia laughed.

"Mom, you know what, go ahead, he's your grandson, go nuts."

"Speaking of Grandchildren. Do we have something to celebrate?"

Mercedes sighed. "Well, there is good news, great news, and bad news."'

"Oh Lord, do I need to sit down? Is your father going to have to come out of retirement?"

Mercedes laughed. Before Percy Jones was a Dental Guru, he was an amateur boxer. "No. The good news is that I am pregnant."

"And the bad?"

"The clinic screwed up and gave me the wrong donor."

"The hell? What the…you know what? We are going to regroup and get Quinn to handle this!"

"I did, Mom. I called Quinn immediately, and she came in like a boss, leading me to the great news."

"Well, don't keep me guessing! Tell me!" Amelia said.

"I can finally afford to fix the house and make the B&B. I am now what they consider a millionaire."

"WHAT?!" Amelia cried out. "Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you got a million dollars for their screw-up? Go, Quinn!"

"I got a little more than two momma. They are paying for what they did."

"Well, hell, that's less than they should be giving you, but I am glad they are suffering. So did they tell you about the dad?"

Mercedes sighed. "Ummm, it's a story…."

"What kinda story Merce?"

"Well, remember when I told you I met this guy at the club, but we went our separate ways or whatever?"

"The hot guy with big lips that you missed out on, yeah."

"Well, apparently, he's the donor they used."

Amelia laughed. "Look, I always say God has a sense of humor."

"I know; I told him that. It's so much to take in."

"So, will you two be together?"

"What? No, not happening. Right now, I am just focusing on finding a doctor."

Amelia laughed. "Hey, you never know…stranger things have happened… now I have just the one for the doctor! Do you remember Shelby? She was at your dad's reunion last week, and I just learned that she opened a clinic here; I can call her and get you in."

"Thanks, momma; if you could do that, that would be a lot off my plate. As for my baby boy, I'll pick him up after I leave here."

"Baby, it's Friday, and your dad and I want to take him to the movies, so pick him up tomorrow. Besides, you and your friends should celebrate."

"Momma, I swear he spends more time with you than with me."

"Oh, hush, girl. We are taking all the grandkids to the movies, and Micah and Rebecca are here for a few days."

"Oh damn, I forgot he was coming in this week. Momma, you can't tell Micah about this. You know how he is, and he will go to the Clinic and lose his mind."

Micah was the youngest of the Jones siblings, and yet he acted like he was the oldest. At 26, he was already married to Rebecca, his high school first love, and had a seven-year-old, Elvin.

Mercedes was the second to the youngest with Jr., aka Percy Jackson Jones Jr., who was 40 and married with two boys, PJ, the third, who was thirteen, and Caleb, who was eleven, and he and his wife, Shannon, were expecting their little girl in two months.

Aiden James Jones, who was 37. He wasn't married though he and his girlfriend Joy were engaged. He had a ten-year-old son named Jordan from another relationship, then he and Joy had a six-year-old son named Jayden.

Growing up with all boys, Mercedes learned how to do so many things, but she also knew that they tended to overreact when she was upset.

At 12, when a boy bullied her in her class, they formed a barrier one day at the park and scared that twelve-year-old so bad he peed his pants and ran home. That's what it was like when she was growing up. They were there to protect and guide her whenever something terrible happened.

She considered herself blessed, as did her friends, because they protected them just the same.

"I won't tell them, but you really should let them know that you are pregnant."

"I will. I just need time to figure all this out, I was set on this child not having a dad, and now it does."

"Does it? Merce, neither one of you asked for this; talk to him. Put all your cards on the table and make sure that there are no more surprises."

"Thank you, momma; I really appreciate you and your help in all this."

"That's what momma's are for. Now we will see you tomorrow."

With that, Amelia hung up, and Mercedes sighed. "Quinn, go ahead and call Blaine and set up a meeting."

As Quinn picked up her phone, someone knocked on her door. She smiled. "Speak of the devil, Merce, San; these are my partners, Sebastian Smythe and Blaine Anderson."

Mercedes stood as they walked in, and she offered them a small smile. "Hello, guys."

"Hello, Quinn has spoken highly about both of you." Sebastian said, eyeing Mercedes for a moment. He looked at Blaine and nodded. "I get it."

She raised an eyebrow, "Get what?"

Sebastian shrugged. "We have known Evans for years; the man has the self-control of a monk. I have never seen him break for anything or anyone. But seeing you." He said, eyeing her. "If I weren't gay, this would be a totally different conversation."

"He's a bit brass, but I agree with the sentiment. You've had an impact on Sam that no one ever has."

"I don't…" She blushed. "I don't know what to say."

Sebastian turned back to Quinn. "So Blaine said you went up against Schuester? Do you need any help?"

She shook her head. "No, that message Blaine sent Sam was everything, and I got them to agree to pay both Two Million Seven Hundred and Fifty."

"Impressive." Blaine nodded. "And I can assume you are working on the NDA?"

"Yes, I was going to send it over to you so you and Sam could go over it."

Sebastian frowned. "I just wish we could make them pay; this isn't the first or the second time this has happened. I did some research after Blaine told me about this, and they've had issues that were speculated but never proved, probably because of all the NDAs."

The women smiled. "I don't think we will have a problem with them anymore." Quinn spoke.

"Why not?" Blaine asked.

"Well, I walked in there as Mercedes Lawyer, and Santana walked in there as a supportive friend. They never specified that Santana would need to sign the NDA."

Blaine and Sebastian smiled at the same time. "They assumed she worked with you."

Mercedes smiled proudly at the men. "Like my mom always says. When you assume you make an ass out of yourself cause no one makes an ass out of a Jones woman. Their arrogance will cost them this time."

Sebastian looked at Santana. "Have you decided how you are going to get the story out there?"

"We were going to talk to Tina."

Blaine nodded. "Tina Cohen-Chang? The news anchor?"

"Yeah, she's our friend, and I am the Godmother of her daughter, so I know she will do it. And she will expose the hell out of them. But she will keep our names out of it, so your client doesn't have to worry."

"I appreciate that, Mercedes. You know he's not a bad guy to have a baby with."

Mercedes sighed. "I know he's not a bad guy, that is clear, but I don't know what he wants or anything when it comes to this child. He said he and his girl aren't ready for that."

"I wouldn't worry about her. But as for Sam, give him the weekend, and we can meet on Monday?"

Quinn looked at her schedule. "Merce, I am free at about twelve."

"Me too." Blaine said. "And I can make sure Sam's here."

"Okay, Cody will be in school, so that can work."

Sebastian walked out the door but stopped. "You two are welcome here any time. I may be gay, but I like a little arm candy around the office."

"You are a shameless flirt!" Mercedes laughed. "I needed that today."

The two men walked out of the office, and Mercedes sat back in her chair, looking at Quinn. "You are working with two hot men."

"Two hot men who are both gay! It's unfair… and wait until you see their boyfriends. Bas is dating Hunter, who is just yummy, and Blaine is dating Kurt, who I think you will love; he needs to come to our girl's night for sure."

Mercedes closed her eyes. "Guys… I'm having a baby." She said softly.

Santana and Quinn moved closer to her, each hugging her from a different side. "You're gonna be a mom again." They said in unison.

A few days Later

Mercedes took care of what she wore to the meeting with Quinn and the others; she could say she was trying to look professional, but in truth, she was trying to impress Sam. He hurt her feelings, made her feel small, and anything could happen when they met up, but she would not let him take her power, and the first step was her outfit.

Wearing a White off-the-shoulder short-sleeved, split hem wide leg Jumpsuit. She added gold chandelier earrings and a gold charm bracelet with many beautiful charms Cody had gotten her for Mother's Day via her parents.

Her hair was braided down her back, with two tendrils of curls left to frame her face. Slipping into her sparkling crystal-strapped-heeled sandals, she grabbed her purse and made her way to the office. Her mind wandered to what had happened in the last few days as her hand went to her stomach, her mom had called Shelby this morning, and she would be seeing her this week.

Walking into the office, Quinn shook her head. "Really?"

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I mean, you look beautiful for sure, but where are you going after this? A photoshoot?" She teased.

"Well, I am leaving this meeting a millionaire, so I figured I should dress the part."

"Well then, Ms. Jones, please have a seat so we can start this meeting. Blaine and Sam should be here soon. I wanted to meet with you early because I wanted to ask what you needed from me."

"I just wish I knew where his head was, and I wish I knew who he was. Not who he wants me to see."

"Well, from what I dug up this weekend, I can tell you he's thirty-three. CEO of Evans Tech. They are the go-to Tech company as of today. He was in Forbes for the Thirty under Thirty to watch at Twenty-five and soared from there. He's rich, gorgeous, and gives to charity. He has two younger siblings; you know he has a girlfriend; they've been together for a year. He had a health scare a few years back and froze his sperm just in case something happened to him."

Mercedes nodded. "Which tells me nothing because if he comes in here demanding anything that has to do with my child I-"

"Both of your child…whether you want it to be or not."

"Definitely not." Mercedes exhaled. "Speaking of the reasons we are here. Were there any complications with those sheisty Schuesters?"

"Ha, I like that, sheisty Schuesters; I am writing that down for Tina's article. We also have dinner planned with her next Saturday."

"We?"

"Me, you, Santana, and Tina. Sebastian got us into Pulse."

Mercedes's eyes widened. "Wait, Pulse? That exclusive nightclub? We have been dying to go there; I heard their steak is so on point."

"Good, I am glad you are happy about it. Cause you didn't have a choice."

Mercedes laughed as one of the associates, Azimo Adams, walked into the room. "Ms. Fabray, Mr. Anderson said they will be here in a few minutes."

"He knows he could have just called me, right?"

Azimo shrugged. "Don't shoot the messenger." He turned and smiled at Mercedes. "And you are beautiful."

He moved into her space, and she leaned back, feeling nauseated. "Umm, what are you wearing?" She asked, trying to move away from him.

"Ah yeah, it's called Panther! Makes all the ladies swoon."

"Mhmm, well, it's making this lady vomit, excuse me." She pushed past him and ran into Quinn's bathroom.

Azimo frowned, and Quinn offered him a smile. "Maybe use a little less…or none at all."

Azimo rolled his eyes, mumbling as he left the office.

"Merce? You okay?"

"No!" She murmured.

Sam read over the NDA and agreement and nodded. "Well, the stuff from the Clinic seems straightforward, and I have no problem signing that. But what about Mercedes?"

"What about her?"

"I don't know what to do. I know I am thirty-three, but babies weren't on the plans for me until I was at least forty."

Blaine sat up in the chair. "Life happens, and all we can do is go with it."

Sam ran his hand through his hair as Blaine offered him a small smile. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to Kitty yet; she's still in California. But I don't know what to do."

"Well, I don't know much about Mercedes personally, just from the bit of time I spent with her and what I found out online; I can tell you if you want."

"Please."

"Well, she's 36. Works at the Four Seasons as Manager. Has two Bachelor's degrees. And took custody of her two-year-old Godson. His parents were killed in a car crash, and she stepped right up. She has a 780 credit score, is the only daughter of Percy and Amelia Jones, and has three brothers."

Sam nodded. "So, no boyfriend?"

Blaine smiled. "Why? Are you interested?"

"Blaine…I am not even… she's so…" Sam took a breath. "She makes me frazzled. And I have never used that word before! She is beautiful and funny. And Oh my God, she can kiss. The way her lips felt against mine. The way her body felt against mine. She's dangerous. Very dangerous, and I need to stay away from her."

"So give up your rights."

"I can't do that! She's carrying my child." Sam breathed, "I can't let that child grow up and not know me."

"And what if you tell Kitty, and she wants you to take the child? What if you want to take the child?"

Sam shook his head. "I wouldn't do that. She's the mother of my child. And from what I can see a great one. I just need to figure out what is the best option."

"We also need to talk about what to do with this." He said, holding up the check. "Quinn dropped it off this morning."

Sam sighed, "Well, it's not like I need it. But I was thinking about doing something useful with it?"

"Sam, please tell me you aren't gonna buy another boat."

Sam laughed. "Actually, no. Captain America is the only Yacht I need. I was actually thinking about starting a trust fund for the child. I don't know what will happen, but I want to know they are taken care of."

"You do realize how much that will be in what? 18 years?"

"21," Sam said. "I know. And I want to set up a monthly allotment for Mercedes."

Blaine nodded. "She doesn't look like the type to take that."

"Yeah, she is proud for sure." Sam sighed. "But I still want to do it. Can you set that up when we go to the meeting?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I can set that up. Can you sign this NDA, and I can take it to Quinn."

Sam reached for it, reading over it. "And this doesn't stop that Santana woman from telling that reporter?"

"Nope, Biff isn't the smartest card in the deck. Me, I want everyone in that room to sign an NDA. And from what Quinn told me, Mercedes clearly said Lawyer and not Lawyers."

"That's true," Sam said. "She was clear that only Quinn was her lawyer. Well, I am good with this NDA, and I like that part where if we find out they kept any of my sperm and Mercedes's eggs or find out they used them, then they owe us ten million each."

Blaine smiled. "That was Quinn and Mercedes. So any other questions before we head to her office?"

Sam shook his head as they stood and walked to the office. He loosened his royal blue tie pulling off his heathered maroon suit jacket. He scratched at his slight beard as he followed Blaine right into Quinn's office, stopping as his eyes landed on Mercedes. Every time he saw her, she was even more beautiful.

His eyes traveled down her body, then to her lips. He really wanted to kiss her again. Touch her again. He shook his head out of his thoughts as Quinn offered them a seat.

"Blaine, Sam, thank you for coming. We will keep this brief.; Mercedes is keeping the baby; she has wanted this for a while, and though the donor mix-up was unforeseen, that doesn't change her feelings about the baby."

Sam nodded as he looked at her. "For the record, I am glad you are keeping it. It might have been a surprise, but I am happy it happened."

Mercedes nodded. "Me too."

Quinn pulled out the contract and smiled. "There are two contracts here; one states that you give up all your parental rights and abstain from all parental and financial rights."

"And the second?" Blaine asked.

"Is a contract stating that Mercedes will keep Sam up to date on all appointments, all pregnancy-related issues, and the birth of their child. Then once the child is born, we will revisit the contract for visitation rights and all of that."

Sam looked at Mercedes. "I would like to be there when they are born if that's okay."

"I don't want you in the room. That would be weird, but I would be okay with you in the waiting room."

Sam nodded. "I understand. I just know that's my child, and I want to be there."

"Sam has also set up an allotment to go to you to help you. With things you might need during the pregnancy and to continue as the child grows."

Mercedes looked at him. "Why? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it, but you're acting like we had a one-night stand."

"We might not have had sex, but we are in this together. I know you have the check, but I also know that raising a child is expensive, and now you will have two. So I'm here to help."

Mercedes nodded. "I need a guarantee in writing that you won't take this child from me. I don't want you to marry your girl and decide that you want to take my child from me."

"I wouldn't do that. You have my word."

Mercedes sighed. "I want to trust you, Sam, but no disrespect. I don't know you; the Schuesters gave me their word, and now we are in this mess."

Sam frowned, but he couldn't be upset with her; she was most definitely betrayed, so if she needed him to sign it, she would. "Okay, I will sign it, but it also has to say no matter what I am in my child's life. Even if you get married, I want that child to know me."

"I can do that."

Quinn smiled. "Awww, you guys working this out is so sweet."

"Hush." Mercedes laughed.

Azimo knocked on Quinn's door and walked in. "Ms. Fabray, and Mr. Anderson, Mr. Smythe would like to see you."

Mercedes frowned as the smell of his cologne hit her nose again. "Oh no." She cried as she stood up and ran back to Quinn's bathroom.

Sam and Blaine looked after her. "Is she okay?" They asked simultaneously.

"Yeah, morning sickness. Blaine, you go. I gotta check on her."

Sam shook his head. "I got it. Go and see what he wants."

Quinn looked after her and frowned. Sam moved to the door. "I got her, Quinn; I promise, she's in good hands."

Quinn sighed, walking toward the door. "Azimo, you gonna need to wash that stuff off." She said after him.

Sam knocked on the door, letting himself in as he saw Mercedes sitting back on her heels in front of the toilet. He grabbed a cup, filled it with water, and grabbed a paper towel, handing them both to her.

"Hey."

She took the water rinsing out her mouth and then flushed the toilet. "This is the not-so-fun part of this pregnancy."

"Well, to be fair, we didn't get to have the fun part of pregnancy." He smirked, winking at her.

"Do you have an off switch?"

He shook his head. "Not with you."

She smiled. "You are something else."

"Well, even with puke breath, you are beautiful." He said, moving towards her.

"Sam, why are you flirting with me?"

He moved her hair from her eyes. "Because I am insanely attracted to you."

"And you are still in a relationship, and we should just be two people having a baby." She said, stepping away from him.

"Not friends who are having a baby?" He asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

"Not if all you can do when you are around me is hit on me. I mean, really, Sam? I literally just puked up my breakfast."

"I call it as I see it, and I see you. But I think our child will have a better chance at a happier life if we are friends."

"Fine, then we will be friends. As my friend and the father of my child, I have my first appointment next Friday.

Sam nodded, pulling out his phone. "Let me have your number."

She hesitated momentarily before taking his phone and putting her phone number in there. "I guess I will see you next week." She said before moving around him and walking out of the room.

Sam followed her as they both sat, waiting for their attorneys. Sam looked over his phone to study her as she leaned back in the chair. He didn't know why, but something in him wanted to get to know her and have her get to know him.