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Well, here is the next chapter, thanks for the positive comments they keep me writing! So here we go Chapter 8, I liked this chapter, so I hope ya'll like it too! Sorry for spelling or grammatical errors, I'll be back after class to fix all that I can find ENJOY! And pleace review!

The Reunion

Mercedes was so confused. 'Where am I she thought?' She couldn't see anything. Everything was dark, but she could hear a faint beeping in her head. 'HELLO?' She tried to move her lips to say the words but they didn't move. Mercedes tried to lift her hand to see why, but she could budge. She tried to open her eyes but they felt so heavy.

"Hey baby girl." Came a faint voice in the back of Mercedes's mind. She had to focus all her energy on getting the voice to the forefront. 'DAD? WHAT'S GOING ON?' She tried to say.

"You look beautiful my Darling." Mercedes's mom's voice rang in like her father's. 'MOM?' Mercedes felt like she was in a horror movie she could hear them around her but why weren't they responding to her calls?

"Honey, I need you to open your beautiful eyes ok? Mercedes Jones, that's an order." The teen could hear her father's voice. "I'm right here! Why can't you hear me?'

"We love you baby girl. You gotta come back to us. Your family is waiting for you." Mercedes could feel the soft kiss of her mother lips on her cheek, followed by her father who whispered a sweet I love you into her ear.

'Wait. WAIT! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! WHERE AM I?" But it was too late when Mercedes heard the door close.

For what seemed like forever she tried to listen to everything around her. She could hear people talking about what they were going to have for lunch while feeling Mercedes's pulse. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT? PLEASE?" She felt like crying but the tears she felt running inside of her didn't fall on her face.

The women left and Mercedes was alone. Hearing the same beeping as before, followed by a light breeze from right. Then the sound of a door opened and unsteady footsteps follow in suit. 'HELLO?" She tried to yelled. The person gasped for air for a moment before walking to Mercedes's side. She could feel the person next to her… It was Sam. 'SAM? WHAT'S GOING ON? WHERE AM I? PLEASE SAM!'

But nothing. The next thing she knew she heard a chair roll over to her side "Hey." She pushed the voice louder in her mind. "So the doctors say they can't figure out what's wrong with you. But they say you're alive so that's good." 'Doctors? WHAT DOCTORS?' Mercedes tried to scream.

She could hear the unsteadiness of Sam's breath and the fear in his voice. "So… I really need you to wake up."

'WHAT'S HAPPPENING?'

"Please? Just wake up." Mercedes could hear the tears staring to form, as he voice began to shake.

'I'm Trying!'

"I need to see your pretty eyes, Mercedes. Cedes? Pl- Please open your eyes? I need you to open your eyes so I know that you are ok."

'SAM?'

Mercedes felt his cold hand pick up her limp one and place a soft, shaky kiss on her engagement ring.

"Come on Cedes, I need you to wake up. Everybody's outside just waiting to make sure you are ok. Olivia is worried about you, and Mikey. Papa and Mama Jones are outside, just waiting for you baby…"

'WHY ARE THEY ALL WAITING FOR ME? WHY WOULDN'T I BE O-'Suddenly Mercedes remembered what had happened. 'I fell.' She thought in horror before she remembered the most important thing in her world 'Alfie? Where is he? IS HE OK? WHERE'S MY BABY? WHERE'S OUR BABY SAM?' Mercedes's insides were turning; she didn't care anymore about what had happened to her, all she needed was to know was if her baby was alright.

"Cedes, I scared. Alfie… They had to deliver him… he's 3 ½ months premature… He needs you to wake up… I can't do this alone Mercedes… I need you!" Mercedes's mind was going crazy but her outside didn't show anything.

'Is he ok? Will he live? PLEASE LORD, DON'T TAKE MY BABY!' Mercedes felt herself drain at the thought of having to live in a world without her Alfie. Him and Sam were her world.

Mercedes felt Sam stand next to her and kiss her forehead. His lips were dry and quivering "I love you." Mercedes felt his hot tear land on her face, and run down her cheek.

'I love you Sam.' She whispered in her head. And he was gone. 'I need to get out of here. My family needs me, Sam needs me, Alfie needs me!' Mercedes tried her best to quiet her mind as she pushed with all her might 'Wake up Mercedes.' She cheered herself on 'WAKE UP!'

One week later…

Sam had not left the hospital. He hadn't taken a shower, he hadn't brushed his teeth, and the only reason he ate was because his mother was shoving food down his mouth. Sam sat staring at Mercedes with Quinn, Kurt and Santana sitting on her other side. Nobody said anything. Sam had a tight grip on her left hand, and Quinn held tight onto her right, when Mrs. Evan's entered the room.

"Kids, you need to go home. You all have school." Mrs. Evans was trying her best to keep everybody from going off the deep end, but it was so hard. She had held Mrs. Jones almost every night as she cried herself to sleep in the hospital lounge. She was contently driving to the Jones house and back with car loads of flowers for Mercedes, from distance relatives. Even a few had come in from all over the U.S.

"I'm not leaving." Santana said without letting her eyes move from her friend.

"Me neither." Kurt spoke.

"Mrs. Evans I sorry, but did you really think any of us would leave her?" Quinn asked.

But Mrs. Evans knew that none of them would, "At least go and take a shower. You all smell horrible. I don't think Mercedes wants to be surrounded by that much funk." She tried to lighten the mood, but all she got were three weak smiles, and nothing from Sam. "You too Samuel."

The three took turns giving Mercedes a kiss on the forehead before they walked out of the room leaving Sam and his mother with Mercedes. "Samuel?"

"No." that stupid word was all he ever said now.

"Baby, you have to leave this room, sometime." Mrs. Evans pleaded.

"No."

"Sam when was the last time you visited Alfie? You didn't yesterday. You haven't today. He needs you, Sam. You're his FATHER!" She yelled to get his attention.

Her heart broke when Sam finally turned around to face her. She couldn't believe how old her 18 year old son looked. His eyes were red and swollen and his lips were dried. His cheeks were beginning to cave in his face had steaks of dried tears. "I can't leave her mom."

Mrs. Evans crouched down in front of her son, "Sam. I know how hard this must be for you. But imagine what your son is going through. He just came into this world to be put into an incubator that is keeping him alive. He is surrounded by strangers, and the only person that can comfort him hasn't seen him in days."

Sam let her words sink in before he stood up and brushed the wrinkles out of his shirt. He quickly gave Mercedes a kiss and whispered his I love you into her ear. Then Sam turned to his mom. "I really need a shower."

Mrs. Evans smiled and wrapped her son into a hug, as she stood on her tip toes to kiss his forehead. She led the way out.

During one of her trips, Mrs. Evans had brought Sam some new cloths, and the hospital let him shower in one of the locker rooms.

Not even 20 minutes later Sam was cleaned and dressed in his white t-shirt and blue jeans, with his blue and red plaid button up, and his signature black converse.

Quickly he ran to the 4th floor, ignoring all the doctor's when they yelled at him to walk.

When he found his way to the familiar level he saw his Dad standing in front of the glass window. With a deep breathe Sam walked over to him.

"Hey Dad." Sam said before following his gaze to rest on his son. Alfie had grown a little since the last time Sam had seen him, which filled Sam's heart with hope. But his scared cries still rang out loud.

"You and Mercedes created one good lookin' kid, son." Mr. Evans said, while not letting his eyes drift from the baby.

Sam smiled for what seemed like the first time in days, a true smile. A proud smile, not one filled with tears about to break at any time, not a fake one in front of Mr. Jones, but a genuine smile.

"He's got those Evans's lips… Poor kid." He joke, and Sam laughed.

"I can't wait to see what Santana will do when she sees him. Since Mercedes and I found out about him, she has been coming up with a new song called "Trouty Mouth spawned."" Sam and his Dad laughed.

"Well… It looks like he needs you in there Sam." Mr. Evans looked at his son, who was now a father and motioned for him to go in with his head.

Sam nodded and walked in. He washed his hands and put on the gown and face mask and pushed the door open with his back.

"Hey Sam. I haven't seen you in a while." The nurse said.

"Yeah I was, with Mercedes."

"Is that his mother?" She asked with curiosity.

"Yeah." Sam said proudly.

"Well… He's missed you." She said as she signaled to the other nurses to give Sam some alone time with the baby.

Sam didn't approach him until the nurses left. When they were all out of the room Sam walked over the baby and put his hands in the holes. "Hey buddy." He said while gazing down at his son.

Sam moved his hand carefully to stroke the top of Alfie's head, and instantly the baby quieted down to soft whines like before.

Mr. Evans smiled outside of the glass watching his son, calm Alfred. Mr. Evans had been watching the child all day, and not once did he stop crying… Until now. "How's our grandbaby doin'" Came a deep voice from Mr. Evans's side. "He's doin' better." Mr. Evans answered.

Mr. Jones came to stand next to him as they looked at Sam and Alfie. Sam was running his mouth about something, the two older gentlemen couldn't hear what was being said, but both had an idea by the way Sam's face lite up; it could only be two things.

Inside the room…

"… So I told your Mom that I was going to get her tickets. And she asked me 'To What?' And then I flashed my bad boys and said to "The gun show". And boy I'm surprised she didn't just dump my butt right then and there. As you'll find out, your mom really doesn't like cocky people…But don't worry before she could walk away I saved it with one of my awesome Green Lantern impressions. Did you know that's your mom's favorite superhero?..." Sam kept talking.

Back outside with Mr. Jones and Mr. Evans…

The two men stared with small smiles on their faces looking at Sam and Alfie when they heard frantic footsteps running towards them when they saw Quinn and Santana hurling themselves as fast as they could towards the two older men.

"! There you are!" Quinn yelled. While her and Santana run up to him.

"What's the matter Quinn?"

Quinn took a deep breath with a smile on her face "Mercedes awake."

Mr. Jones didn't say anything, he was running away from the window and down the stairs to the ICU, he bolted pass the main desk and ran up to Mercedes's room where he saw most of the Glee club standing outside, hugging. It was a beautiful sound when Mr. Jones walked into the room, the laugher of his baby girl rang loud, as he turned the corner to see Olivia and Mikey up on the bed hugging their big sister.

"You guys, I'm fine I promise!" Mercedes laughed with her large brown eyes staring at the ceiling before they fell upon her father.

Instantly Mr. Jones felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He hadn't realized how long he had been holding his breathe but he knew the reason why. As Mercedes smiled her famous smile Mr. Jones finally let go and suddenly he felt the tears streaming down his.

"Daddy, don't cry. I'm ok." Mercedes pleaded as Mikey and Olivia got down, and Mercedes held her arms open for her Dad.

In no time he was by his daughter's side, with his arms wrapped around her gently. "I love you baby girl."

"I love you too Daddy."

Mercedes and her father just stared at each other lovingly until a frantic scream could be heard from somewhere down the hall. The voice kept getting stronger as the person neared the room.

"MERCEDES!" A deep voice yelled almost to the door.

"Sam?" Mercedes asked when she saw a familiar face round the corner to the room, before coming to a halt just inside the door.

Sam couldn't believe it. He didn't know what to do. All he could do was stare at her. He had missed seeing those eyes. He had missed seeing those lips quiver, and he had missed the way her nose flairs slightly whenever she breathed out of it.

"How about we give you two sometime alone?" Mrs. Jones said as she kissed Mercedes on the forehead, and grabbed Mr. Jones's hand and led him out with Mrs. Evans on their tail.

Mercedes couldn't believe how stressed Sam looked. His eyes were a deep red, and the dark bags under his them showed her that he hadn't slept in day, or weeks… She didn't know how long she had been out for. His lips were cracked and dried, which happened whenever Mercedes forgot to tell him to use his chap stick every hour. And he was wearing a blue hospital gown over his cloths.

Sam didn't know what he should do. He wanted to tell her everything about Alfie, but he didn't want to see her sad at the moment. He longed to see her beautiful smile that had not appeared yet under her tears. But Sam knew one way that always got her to smile wide.

Without a second thought Sam walked slowly to her side and sat on the stool next to her bed. He took her hand lightly and placed sweet tearful kissed on each knuckle, the inside of her wrist and her forearm. Then he went for her lips.

It was meant to be sweet but Sam couldn't hold back. He poured everything he had felt in the last week into her lips. He pushed hard as his tears mixed with hers on their cheeks and Mercedes could feel all the sadness he endured. With his quivering lips Mercedes could feel how scared he had been the past week. And with the soft moans from deep in his trough she knew how much he had missed her.

Then it was Mercedes's turn. As her hands shot up into his hair she showed him how much she had missed him. The kiss they shared was nothing like any other kiss they had had. It was not sweet, or filled with lust. It was not just filled with want, and desire. But it was love. The kiss was their love pouring out into physical form.

When the necessity for air became urgent Mercedes broke the kiss to look at Sam whose eyes were still closed tight. When he licked his lips unknowingly, Mercedes smiled wide, and giggled as Sam looked with a fake hurt expression.

"I didn't know my kisses were so funny to you Miss Jones." He said as he stared at the smile he had wanted to see.

"They're not funny…It's just…" The smile faded and she became serious. "I've missed you."

"You have no idea Cedes." Sam said as he picked up her hand and caressed her palm with his thumb. "Don't you ever do that to me again do you understand? I haven't slept in about a week, my mom had to force me to shower, and Alfie…"

Mercedes's eyes got large as her heart began to pick up pace 'She knew she had been forgetting something important when she woke up but she couldn't remember what. Her heart felt like it was a thin sheet of glass ready to break at any time. Closing her eyes she asked Sam the question she wasn't sure she wanted to hear "Is he… Is he ok?" She asked with her eyes still closed tight.

"He's doing better every day." Sam said as he lifted her chin and whipped the tears from her cheeks before they fell too far. "And he loves my impressions."

Slowly her heart calmed "Can I see him?" She asked with hopeful eyes, looking to Sam for answers.

"Ummm… I have to ask your doctor… I'll be right back…" Sam ran to the door before stopping and turning to face Mercedes "Be here when I get back, ok? No falling asleep… I don't trust sleep anymore."

With a small laugh Mercedes nodded her head, and waited for Sam to get back.

Next chapter is what Rachel is doing during all this! HOPE YOU LIKED IT! AND PLEASE REVIEW!