Maybe I just like angst because this is good to me.
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"Mercedes what is your fucking problem," Sam Evans asked his wife as he leaned against the door frame of her bedroom as she took off her incredibly high heels. She looked fucking great her red heels matched her black lace mesh dress that fit her like a bandage. They had just left the awards show for his written tv show and he had won an award after another award and he was on cloud nine, but somehow when arriving home his wife's attitude shifted. Her usually cheerful and happy disposition was now replaced with silence and an attitude and at this very moment in time, he was getting pissed off.

"Why does it have to be a "fucking problem", why can't it just be a regular problem Sam," Mercedes sighed out.

"Because you have this little attitude and for the life of me I am trying to figure out what it is, and the only reason to get your attention is if I cuss," Sam answered.

"Oh, you have to cuss at your wife now in order to be able to hold a fucking conversation with me?" Mercedes said as she walked passed him and headed to the kitchen with her.

"Obviously, I mean goddamn we have been married for five years now, and I still have to prod and coddle you to tell me what is wrong with you. You don't feel secure enough to let me, your husband, your lover, the guy you kept on a fucking string throughout high school, throughout New York, about your damn feelings so that I can fix it."

"So you wanna bring up high school and New York? OK. You slept with Quinn Fabray, she was the first girlfriend that your damn ass had when you arrived at Lima, and you two dated right out the fucking box, then she cheated on you with Finn. After she came Santana and Satan shouldn't count because we all know she was using you as her beard. Then you had me summer fling remember? The tilt-a-world, basically singing to our friends about how you screwed me on the fucking beach, a fucking beach that never even existed, a matter of fact I don't even remember going on some fucking beach but I digress. Then we try again, you woo me while I am in a relationship, you make me feel like a shitty person when I kissed you that day in the auditorium, so much that I sang a goddamn cult classic to you during the week about love songs, but you know what I'll digress. I left for college to pursue my career, and you married Brittany, made out with Tina, then had the audacity to pursue a relationship with a school nurse. Then we get to New York I give you a chance, some photographer kisses you, and as you put it and I end it out of respect for you, and then you date fucking Rachel Berry a few years later. Actually, you didn't just date you fucked her, in her bedroom, the bedroom you followed her up to during my solo with Roderick. Since you wanna bring up Lima and New York." Mercedes hissed back. She stared at him and let out a humorless laugh and poured herself a glass of vodka.

"You want to bring up my past endeavors and remind me that I have been with or screwed with the majority of my friends' spouses, to just deflect from your fucking issues. You bring some old shit and go into detail, and about that whole Rachel shit you said it was fucking ok!"

"Yeah well you know what I at least thought that the guy who wanted my love and affection so badly would have least thought to say no, but I guess I put too much fucking trust in you to do so."

"Oh now you want to play petty games, now you wanna be fucking petty?"

"Oh I am not being petty baby, I am being real, it is your big not after all and instead of leaving me the hell alone you decided you want to pick an argument."

"Well, then my love since you play the petty game we can play. You are being a fucking asshole Mercedes Jones. No that's too nice, you are being a fucking dick, with the amount of energy you are giving at this point I just might think that yours is way bigger than mine. See you basically are picking an argument with me because I wanted to figure out what was wrong. You take my past throw it in my face and even get to be a jealous asshole over it because now you finally get to say to me what you have been wanting to say to me to hurt me. And you can't see that I chose you. I fucking chose you in the end. If this was a goddamn fairytale it would end with you and me singing and dancing while our animal friends sing and dance in the background, because I chose you. I went through whatever demon or dragon I slew them, I solved the quest in the end I chose you and that just won't do because you are still the same insecure little teenager back in high school who thought Kurt crushed her heart, and you were too blind to recognize that he was gay. You are still the same little girl that was doing everything under the sun to never be going to an empty home because your father loved his practice more than you. And since you wanna talk about past relationships then let's talk about them. Your first boyfriend is Puck, hell if we even can call it that since he dated you to up his social status, and even then you and Santana started fighting over him. Then came Shane. The big football player who flashed some smile and made you woo because I was forced to leave, and you actually thought that you loved him but he was just there to feel the void that I created. Then let's go to Tank, the last one because your rap sheet isn't as big as mine. Tank was the Christian rockstar who you thought loved you, but I told you no one would love you as much as I did. And in fact was proved to be true because you found out that not only did he have a wife, and you were just a ditzy side chick, but you found out that he was just trying to get close to you and get your virginity. Since you wanna be petty."

"You wanna hurt my feelings?" Mercedes smirked as she knocked back the rest of her drink and poured herself another glass.

"You hurt mine, I guess we are in the business of hurting each other now."

"Fuck you, Sam, because you know damn well that shit was unnecessary."

"And you know what you said to me was fucking unnecessary but you decided to do pick a fight instead of telling me what is wrong."

"Fine you know what is wrong with me, I'm tired of waiting."

"Waiting on what?"

"To start a family, we have been married five years and we both agreed for the first two years we would get used to each other and build our bond before bringing in children. But then you had your show and that caused so much chaos. I barely have seen you during filming, I barely get to touch you or cook for you, and this whole night while I had this damn smile pasted on my face I just thought about how at this rate we probably won't have children. My career took a backseat for you, so you could pursue your acting career, and now that the whole glitz and glamour have gotten to you, you have decided to forget about, forget the family that you agreed that you would have wanted."

"Really Mercedes all of this over me being too busy with work,"

"NO YOU INCONSIDERATE JACKASS! That night you went out with your beautiful all-American co-star Melanie was the night I found out I had a miscarriage. Yeah while you were out with your little co-star eating at fancy restaurants your wife was at the hospital by herself as the doctor told her she lost the baby. Nobody to hold my hand, nobody to hold me while I cried myself to sleep, and nobody to tell me it was ok because the one person I wanted to be there was somewhere eating expensive ass food with another bitch. So you know what Sam thank you. Thank you for living out your dreams, thank you for going out and becoming a superstar, thank you for forgetting about me and your late child because the fame got your life. Thank you so much." Mercedes said. She grabbed her glass and bottle of vodka and walked out of the kitchen making sure to bumb her way into a shocked Sam as she headed to the bedroom and locked the door.