Chapter Thirteen
Bump and Grind
Mercedes PoV Sam had to leave early. He was on usher duty at his church and couldn't skip. I walked him to the door wearing just a tee shirt and panties. He left with my name a silent prayer on his lips and his hands smelling strongly of my passion. When I rejoined Puck in the living room, he pulled me down straddling his boxer covered lap.
"Fuck, you smell good as hell this morning baby. Sammy boy made you cum hard before he left didn't he?" He moaned pulling me into a deep kiss. "Damn, I know I'm not the jealous kind, but I never thought I would be the one to get off on sharing…but damn last night was too fucking hot."
"So you want to do this –like-for real?" I asked a little bit hesitantly. There were some things that seem to be bothering me now in the light of day that didn't even enter my head last night.
Puck rolled his hazel eyes. "Yeah." He said slowly. "I just said so. Why? Don't you? Are you having second thoughts?"
I shrugged. "Not really. But, I mean, doesn't this make me, you know, a slut?" I picked at an errant string on the sofa cushion behind his head.
"There will be jealous, bitter bitches who might call you that. But fuck them. The just want what you have. And since they can't have us, they'll try to convince you that it's bad or sick or whatever bullshit makes you pull away from us. If you let people like that have any say in your life, they won't stop until you are as miserable as they are." He said wisely.
I relaxed into his arms. "That's actually pretty deep there Puck." I teased.
He kissed me deeply once again. "Yeah…you should probably wrap your lips around my dick…make sure it doesn't turn into a vagina." He taunted back.
I rose up, pressing my barely covered breasts into his face. "You wish you had a vagina. See they can do this crazy shit called multiple orgasms, where they just keep cumming over and over and over again." I whispered naughtily. I settled more closely into his lap, pressing my panty covered mound against the hot hard bulge of his erection. Rocking my hips, I continued my aural seduction. "If you had a vagina…you'd have these too." I whipped the tee shirt over my head baring my breasts to his gaze. "What do you call them again? Oh yeah…tits." I moaned a little as I rubbed them against his slightly stubbly skin, "Granted, yours probably wouldn't be as big as mine. And there is no guarantee that they would be as sensitive." I ground myself against him, moaning once more as I was entranced by the pleasure darting through me.
Puck grabbed me and roughly brought my mouth down to his. As he plundered my mouth with his, his strong hands moved down my back to grab my ass. He took the rhythm I started and added a little swirl to the grind making my eyes roll back in pleasure. "Fuck." I hissed.
Just before I tumbled into a fierce pleasure storm, Puck chuckled against my lips. Our kiss broken he leaned over and nipped my earlobe before pointing out coyly, "If I had a vagina and tits…I wouldn't have a big dick to get you off with, Sexy Mama." He said before latching onto my neck and making me scream out his name in joy.
When I came round from my semi-swoon, I knelt in front of Puck. I gave him a smirk before peeling back his boxers and licking up the underside of his erection. As I reached the head I swirled my tongue around it then took him deep into my mouth. I swallowed his offering with a secret feminine smirk. "Shit, fuck Hot Mama, I'm only eighteen you cannot ruin me for every other woman. That's not fucking fair." He panted as he unclenched his hands from the sofa pillows.
He pulled me back into his embrace and soothed his hands over my back as our breathing calmed and our hearts stopped racing. I leaned up and kissed his chin then asked him quietly, "So how exactly are we going to do it? I mean I can't really see us, like, all dating every night. What about our alone time? And if we have 'alone time' shouldn't Sam have the same chance?"
Puck looked pensive. "Well, we'll just have to fucking wing it. I mean. Since Sam's schedule is tighter than either of ours, we'll work around it. The nights he does have off work, those will be his night to hang with you or me or both of us."
But what about-"What about when he's working? Does that mean you and I can only hang out with each other as much as we hang out with him?" I groaned. This shit is already getting complicated.
Puck shook his head. "I really don't think Sam's jealous like that. He wouldn't want us to wait on him or not hang just 'cause he can't. He wants you to be happy. Hell he wants all three of us to be happy."
I nodded. I have real feelings for Sam, don't get it twisted. There is no way what happened last night and this morning could have happened if I didn't. But it's not quite 'in love with' yet. I'm already 'in love with' Puck…whether I'll admit it or not. Sam and I will need time to build our relationship. Puck and I will need time alone to maintain our relationship. The boys will need time together to see what can be between the, and all three of us will need time together to grow together.
Puck helped me get the living room and kitchen all cleaned up, but then he had to go home. So I did some laundry and worked on my homework. By the time my parents got home, the house was neat as a pin. There was no evidence anywhere of the 'illicit' activities from the night before, and I'd made dinner. We talked and they told me about the opera they had attended.
Pagliacci had been opened for a small run in honor of Camilla Williams, and all the proceeds were going to benefit cancer research. In return, I told them all about the Halo-a-thon. My mother also wondered where Artie had had to run off to…so if I am overly nosy, I get it directly from her.
Sam PoV I'll admit that I was not as calm, cool and collected as I tried to pretend to be that Monday morning. Though to be honest at least I was nervous for an entirely different reason than I was this time that Sunday morning. After leaving Mercedes and Puck I went home and threw on my church clothes and booked it to church. Grateful that after the local Catholic Church had shown their true colors last year when we were poorer than church mice, my parents had switched over to the episcopal one; they didn't start until 9:30.
I was as jumpy going into that church as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. But then Father Reynolds gave a sermon that seemed to speak right to me. He talked about God's love and it's infinite-acy. How love itself is, in fact, infinite and there are no limits on it. How the more love you give, the more you have to give. He reminded that God is love, and that to hate in the name of God is the ultimate rejection of Christ, the sacrifice he made for us and Christianity on the whole. Then he pointed out that every last one of us was a sinner and only one completely without sin could judge others. Funniest thing is that he was staring hard at Karofsky when he said that part.
So my lack of calm wasn't related to the overwhelming fear that I had sinned so much before going to church that I was pretty sure I was gonna burst into flames just for crossing the threshold. No Monday's fear was because I woke up alone and scared as hell that Mercedes would have decided that adding me to them was a huge mistake. I didn't have the same worry about Puck. Given that he was the instigator of all of this, I was fairly certain that he would be good. I kept trying to focus on the fun stuff Mercedes and I had done last year and at the beginning of the summer. But then I'd just get sand and mad that it all ended when Quinn has gotten my mom to force us back together the second week of June. But before that Mercedes Jones and I had gotten together two or three times a week. Some times even more. She always knew the best things that were free that I could do with Stevie and Stacey…and the kids and I would always convince her to join us.
I'd learned a lot from and about her over those five weeks. She is good and kind. Sweet and even more, she has the most beautiful soul it has ever been my pleasure to meet. And god damn her body was as sexy as John saw. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that she's living healthier because that means she should live longer. But I missed my chance to lick her tummy and taste her between her 'rolls'. Of course her breasts seem even bigger now, so I'll just have to concentrate my oral fantasies there from now on. If she didn't decide that she was a good girl who cannot date/make out with/mack on two guys at the same time.
I am lucky enough to have my locker on the same hall as her, and not too far away either. So rather than looking like a creeper, I can legitimately stay posted up here near my locker and have a great view of hers. That's exactly where I was when she came down the hall holding Puck's hand. Oh my goodness gracious. She is looking too damn fine. She's wearing a kind of bluish green sweater dress that seems to hug her curves like a sexy knitted skin. And the damn thing is just low cut enough to make my mouth water, without showing all her business. Her legs were encased in silky stockings that are almost black but not really. She's got on some sexy, almost pirate looking ankle high boots. And for the first time not Prom or a competition, she's got her hair pulled back.
Puck gestured over to me and she gave me a brilliant smile. I leaned up off the wall as they strolled over. She gave me another of those gorgeous smiles before dropping Puck's hand to give me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and couldn't help but give her luscious ass a squeeze. "Morning Honey." I drawled next to her ear as I took in a deep breath of her sexy scent.
She pulled back and laughed. "Damn it, White boy. Don't do that shit." She moaned. "No sexy twang at school. Especially not when I have to walk around in this damn thong all day." She scolded.
I groaned and fell back against the wall clutching my chest. In my best Red Foxx, I returned. "My heart. I can't take it. I'm coming to join you PawPaw." I joked.
Puck even had to laugh at that a little bit. "Damn, Lil Mama, Evans ain't lying. He's dorky as hell…but he ain't lying. You cannot tell us you're wearing a thong like that. You're gonna have us hard as fucking rocks all damn day."
Mercedes beautiful face took on a naughty little smirk. "Maybe that's my plan." She teased before turning to go to her locker.
Puck joined me leaning against the wall. We both watched her as she bent to open her locker. "You know, Mercedes Patricia Jones is the reason for the phrase 'hate to see her leave, but love to watch her walk away'." I groaned.
"Damn Straight." He agreed. He slanted a half look at me. Neither of us was willing to take our eyes off the sight before us, so he didn't exactly turn his head, I simply felt his attention shift to me somewhat. "Stop worrying. I got her past her crisis of conscience and all that 'doesn't this make me a slut' shit yesterday. We're keeping you. Long as you don't fuck this up…you've got at least until the end of the year…maybe the end of next summer."
I nodded, relieved as hell. "Thanks man. So…you could tell I was nervous?"
"Man before she smiled at you, you looked like somebody had your puppy at gun point." He laughed.
"That is a very 'interesting' simile you just used, Noah." Rachel said as she stopped in front of us. "Before who smiled?"
Our attention had been so focused on watching Mercedes and our discussion, neither of us had even noticed her approach. "Good morning, Rachel." I said as politely as I could while wanting to push her out of the way and ignoring her nosy question.
"What do you want Berry?" Puck asked. He leaned around Rachel to keep his eyes on Mercedes backside.
"I was hoping to speak with Sam." She said in a bright tone that somehow still managed to clearly be asking Puck to leave.
"So speak. I'm not stopping you." he said puckishly.
"Alone." She stressed.
"No." I said at the same moment Puck did.
Rachel decided to ignore Puck and instead turned her attention to me. "Why no? You don't even know what I was going to say."
"No…because the last time you asked me to speak to me alone…you asked me to prom. So a polite-preemptive- no." I told her honestly.
She pouted. "But you and I make sense. Finn is once again dating your ex. Santana is no longer available to rebound with. You and I are both alone in a sea of couples. So why no?" she pressed.
I sighed. "Rachel…you are not my type." I said as kindly as I could.
"You said that before Prom and all it took was asking again." she pointed out.
Puck laughed. "Yeah, but you won't have Sexy Mama with you so it won't matter how many times you ask-you still won't be his type."
"But I don't understand." She said quizzically. ""You dated both Quinn and Santana. They are both very lithe and svelte. As am I. Mercedes, well, even having lost a significant amount of weight over the summer, she is still Rubenesque at best."
"Rachel, Shut up." I said stridently. Mercedes was on her way back over to us and after the last glee practice the very last thing Rachel wanted to do was piss Mercedes off further.
"I am simply pointing out that historically you have chosen paramours with petite, thin frames and dancer's forms, like my own. Mercedes has neither." Rachel continued undaunted.
"I have neither…what?" Mercedes spoke from behind the annoying narcissist. Her tone was conversational but given the way she was standing, with her arms folded under her breasts and her to angrily tapping, somehow I doubted that the what was a simple request for information. Damn she looks beautiful when she's angry.
I looked over at Puck. He, of course, was still leaning against the wall watching with rapt attention. When he felt my eyes on him, he just shrugged and gave me a 'well, you tried to warn her' look. Rachel, however, either didn't see Mercedes body language, or she didn't see the evil grin on Puck's face; because she just kept talking. "I was simply expressing my confusion. Noah felt that you were the catalyst for Sam's finally accepting my invitation to Prom last year. And that since you were no longer in a position to join me in requesting his attentions-there is no way he would say yes."
"And what, pray tell, did you find confusing about that?" Yeah…I've got a big boxy robot running around my head shouting 'Danger Rachel Berry, Danger; right now.
Apparently Rachel couldn't hear it. Because she just stood there and gave Mercedes a look that clearly said she didn't see why Mercedes didn't understand her confusion. "Well he keeps saying that I am not his type. But I am clearly more of his type than you are."
"I see…and you based this on, what? Quinn and Santana?" Mercedes asked still speaking with deadly calm. "Two girls who he has dated since he moved here…two girls who have done him so dirty just the mention of their names leaves him cold. You have no clue what his actual type really is. After all there is no way for you to know what any other girls he dated since the onset of puberty have looked like. Not to mention the simple fact that he may well mean that you aren't his type based solely on your personality."
"Well I don't see how that could have a negative impact upon his decision. I am intelligent, witty, well rounded and well read." Rachel defended archly.
"Rachel…you called Jessie St. James smart two seconds after he admitted he didn't know what a recession was." I pointed out.
Both girls ignored me. Though I still say it was a valid point. "Rachel. Yes, you have a 4.0 grade point average…but you've been taking bird courses since I've known you. You've never taken a math higher than algebra II, and you really top out at college prep classes. I've got a 3.79 GPA and other than the low end requirements like home ec and health, I'm in all AP courses. Hell even Finn is one of those. And also you may think you are witty, but this interaction proves that in a battle of wits, you're bringing a knife to gun fight. You consider yourself well read and well rounded, but you have no clue at all when it comes to modern pop culture. You watch nothing but musicals and movies made before the advent of color, unless you are forced to by someone else. Not to mention, I've never seen you read anything other than the biographies of 'stars' and the Broadway trade papers." Mercedes told her succinctly. "Then there is the fact that you are high maintenance, conceited, selfish, and self-centered. You treat other people like shit and you're disrespectful to everyone you encounter who doesn't automatically cater to your delusions."
Rachel stood there gaping, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a rebuttal. Now I am not one to laugh at another's misfortune, but that was some funny shit right there, I don't care who you are. Finally she came back with, "Oh and I suppose that you're so much better?" thus further proving Mercedes' point on her lack of wit.
Puck leaned up off the wall and moved to Mercedes side. I moved to stand behind her as a further show of support. I almost smiled when she not only took Puck's hand, but she also leaned back against me. "I'm not saying I'm better than you, but Rachel, I'm not trying to tout myself as the second coming either. Am I selfish and self-centered? Probably at times…I am a teenager. But I don't go out of my way to say hurtful things just to make myself feel more worthwhile. I don't disrespect my parents by holding one's culture and pretty much everything else above the other's. I don't treat others like they are either of a benefit to me and my ambitions, or completely disposable." She told the other girl. "I don't ask Puck to change everything that makes him happy to be with me. Finn has to sneak around behind your back just to see a movie other than one of those 'art films' you constantly drag him to. Stop being a pretentious bitch and live a little. You're only eighteen years old, Rachel. I've seen your dads at the movies, they see action movies and romantic comedies…so it's not like this is even a product of your upbringing."
"Art films allow for edification as well as entertainment." She sneered in a superior tone.
"According to Finn, art films allow you to learn to sleep with your eyes open and sometimes see half naked girls." I laughed.
"They are not naked. They are tastefully nude." She retorted.
"What teenaged boy can tell the difference?" Mercedes shot back.
"Damn sure not Finnessa." Puck laughed. "Those 'art films' are the closest he's gotten to boob since Santana took pity on him his sophomore year."
"Damn…poor mutha." I bemoaned without thought.
"Oh please, you've been dating Quinn pretty much since you moved here." Rachel scoffed. "Though I suppose Santana 'took pity' on you when you dated her, as well."
I gave Rachel an 'aww shucks' grin. "Now…my momma didn't raise me to be one to kiss and tell." Granted there wasn't that much to tell anyway. I'm not a fan of silicone unless it's in a computer or cell phone.
She simply cut her eyes at me. "So then Sam…please tell me. What is your 'type'?" she asked meanly.
"You know, you really shouldn't ask a question like that unless you can handle the answer." I pointed out. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"If you are going to claim that I am not your type then please elucidate what you profess your type to be." Came her response.
I shrugged and answered. "Someone real. Somebody down to earth. Someone who is everything Quinn seemed to be when I first got here…before I got to know her. Good, kind, caring, understanding, empathetic. Someone with a good head on her shoulders. Somebody who is beautiful inside and out. who can enjoy herself and just breath…just be. Comfortable with who she is. Who will like me for who I am." I gave a small chuckle, never realizing that I had been looking down at Mercedes as I spoke. "Someone so inherently sexy that she makes my heart race and my breath short…even when she's not made any effort to at all."
"So what? Until you find this paragon…you're just going to be alone?" Rachel said with her winning smile. "That's ridiculous. You and I can still date while you look for this angel of perfection."
"No thanks, Rachel. I have no desire to date the antithesis of what I'm looking for."
Rachel made like a big mouth bass again. "You think that I am flighty and feckless, cruel, mean spirited, uncaring, self-absorbed, unfeeling, dumb, annoying—ugly of face and personality, self-conscious and unattractive?" she gasped.
Technically, I thought. Instead I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck as I felt my face flame. "Well, I wouldn't have put it exactly like that."
"Why not? I would have." Puck said bluntly. "Though I would have added prudish, repressed, judgmental, vengeful and childish."
That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Rachel finally stormed off. Mercedes growled. "I cannot believe her. She has lost touch with any semblance of sanity. I mean who does that? Who just keeps hammering until you have to be mean as hell just to get rid of them?"
"Apparently, Rachel." I answered moving y hands to massage her shoulders. "Don't let her bother you. She can ask until she's blue in the face. My answer will remain the same. Hell to the no. Now you Miss Ma'am are looking way too fine to let that prissy little thing rain on your parade. I'm yours as long as you'll have me….as long as you want me." My voice was a lot calmer than I really felt.
Slowly but surely she relaxed under the onslaught of my massaging hands. "What if I say I want you until you want to be free?" she asked carefully. "what if, even though I know its selfish to hog the two of you…make you share me, when both of you deserve to have something, someone who is wholly yours…what if I still want you?"
I leaned down and whispered in her Puck adjacent ear so that only the three of us could hear. "Then I'm yours until time washes all traces of us from this world." I said earnestly.
"Won't you get tired of having to share me?" she pursued quietly.
"Maybe." Honesty compelled me to answer. "But knowing you, you won't play favorites. So I don't think I will ever find a time that I can't handle it. Because, woman, having a piece of you is more than I ever dreamed…and I'd rather share you than never get to touch you taste you, be with you. Honey, if you had any idea how good you taste, you'd understand."
She turned under my hands to give me a hug. "Thank you." she whispered. And all three of us knew it was only partially for the compliment. "But if you ever start to feel differently, you let us know. We both care too much about you to see you get hurt."
"Oh my god! Why are we having this vagina monologues moment. Shit happens. People get hurt despite anyone's best intentions. Samantha will tell us if some shit goes down and we'll fucking fix it." Puck ranted. "Neither of us are complaining about this, so don't you start being all girly and trying to find some shit that ain't broke to fuckin' fix."
Mercedes and I exchanged a long look before we both busted out laughing. Puck is so dagone… just him. Only he would say something like that. He walked with us to our first period class laughing and teasing us the whole way. At the door Mercedes and I looked at Puck and said together…"Go to class." As he walked away, a laugh was his only reply.
Finn, Mercedes and I all had first period together. The first day I'd sat with Finn damn near drooling over Mercedes and smiling and nodding to whatever the heck was tumbling out of his mouth. The next day I'd made sure to sit next to her. Finn moved to my other side without a word. Though he did give me a 'you aren't leaving me without anybody to talk to' look. The three of us tend to talk way more than we probably should. At first I was curious as to how the hell Finn ended up in an AP class period let alone AP Anatomy. Heck I'm only in here because the Biology II teacher was cool about spelling. If he could tell what I meant, he gave me credit for it. I was scared as all get out when I saw this class on my schedule. But I calmed down when I realized that it was him again for the teacher.
So far I have a low A in there, but then again we're only on the second six weeks of school. Hey I'll take what I can get cause my mamma's pleased as punch. When Mr. Rice took his place at the front of the room that day I had to laugh at him. It's not my fault the man looks so much like the absent minded professor that I keep expecting him to invent flubber. "Today I'm finally going to assign you your lab partners. Next week you'll begin your first dissection. I've paired each of you with someone at or near your academic level. This will allow me to ensure that both partners work, and furthermore it will ensure that I can concentrate my attention on those who need the most assistance."
He started at the top of the roll. "Albertie, Robert and Hudson, Finn. He went through the other A to E names and I started to get happy. But happy didn't even begin to describe it when he said Evans, Samuel and Jones, Mercedes."
Mercedes gave me a big grin before leaning over to say quietly. "Well, I guess we'll have to spend a lot of time together studying for Anatomy…eh partner."
"Puck and I are gonna study the hell out of your anatomy, Ms. Jones. And we're gonna enjoy each and every second of our study time." I teased back.
The rest of the day seemed to fly by. Puck and Mercedes don't share any classes, but they do have the same lunch. Whenever I was anywhere near the same hall, I'd walk with them. We'd talk about the funny stuff that happened since the last time we'd spoke. You have thought it was days for how happy we all were to see each other when it was only an hour or two. Of course Puck seemed to be spending his time apart coming up with new nasty ways to tease us about being Anatomy partners. My favorite of which had to be when he pulled me to the side and told me to pay real good attention to the reproduction lesson. "The way I figure it, we keep her tied up with us for the next five years, and then we knock her up sky high."
"How does one go about knocking someone up 'sky high'?" I taunted.
Puck laughed. "I'm talking twins at least, man. I want to watch her boobs get, like, swoll man."
Mercedes must have heard that one cause she smacked him up against the back of the head. I held my hands up in the universal 'it wasn't me' gesture. "Honey, I didn't say it… I may think it, dream about it, and want it…but I didn't say it." She let me off with a warning. Which was great cause I had to run like Forrest to make it to my next class. And it is hard as hell to run with the kind of boner I'd sprung thinking about Mercedes pregnant with mine or Puck's baby, her breasts swoll and tender, her belly growing. I'm real enough to admit, I was late to class. I had to make a stop by the bathroom.
When I got to glee, Puck and Mercedes had already gotten there. No surprise, since my last class was clear cross the way. Its been a couple of classes since I'd gotten a chance to see her and she looked so cute sitting there with her feet up in Puck's lap. Her boots on the floor. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. Rather than give the whole thing away by sitting next to Mercedes, I crossed to them and slung myself into the chair next to Puck. "Gee Puck you seem to have a bunch of little piggies in your lap." I teased.
"Piggies?" He questioned obligingly.
"Yeah." I returned before wiggling Mercedes short chubby cute little big toe. "This little piggie went to market. This little piggie stayed home."
"Oh yeah." He laughed, taking over on her free foot. "This little piggie had roast beef…and this little piggie had none."
We exchanged a smile and together, "And this little piggie cried wee-wee, wee all the way home." We tickled our way up her strong, supple legs. In deference to our keeping things quiet, I stopped at her knee. Though I couldn't resist the temptation to dip around and tease the crease of the back of her knee. She's not like the girl from Scott Pilgrim or anything…but she does have some seriously sensitive spots in that soft little bend.
"Oooh." She cooed in the midst of her laughter. "Boy, you'd better stop." She chided.
Puck and I glanced at each other and hid a surreptitious smile, fairly secure that everyone would have assumed she was chiding Puck's who's tickling had crept under the hem of her dress. But he and I both knew the warning was for both of us. Before we could tease her any further, however, Mr. Schue came in and headed to the Board.
"Now, this year the Sectional Committee has decided that all the choirs will have a theme. Fortunately the theme we'd been given fits well with the one song we've decided firmly on for Puck and Finn." He said exuberantly as he wrote 'Saving Grace' on the board. "so song selection, people, what songs does this theme bring to mind?"
Tina looked over at Mercedes and the girls seemed to have a whole conversation. "for out duet Mercedes and I can rearrange Saving Me, by Nickelback." Tina suggested.
"Then for the big group number, we could do If Everyone Cared, or Everlast's Saving Grace." Mercedes reasoned. "Or maybe even do something from Creed or there is a Rueben Studdard song that would fit well."
"But aren't all those songs very much solos." Rachel complained.
"Hence why we'd rearrage them." My girl said with a heaping spoonful of sarcasm. "We can easily make at least one of them into a choral number with nominal but shared leads."
"That's a great ides, Mercedes. We can give the judges not only songs about grace, but show our own graciousness by focusing on our group as a whole." Mr. Schue crowed happily.
Rachel scoffed. "So not only are we not going with a proven vocal talent." We could all hear the unspoken allusion to herself at the end of that sentence, though I wonder if I was the only one who heard it as a Miss Piggy 'moi'. "But now we're going to throw away a proven winning method. And Nickleback? Everlast? Creed….am I the only one who has never heard of these people before?"
We all exchanged looks, each of us wondering who would break first. Most of us hoping it would be Santana. But when the dam broke, it came from a completely unexpected source. "And you wonder why you are even less popular than Ben Israel and that kid with the absolutely repugnant goiter growing out the side of his neck. Now I call it a goiter, but in actuality I must admit that I do often wonder if it isn't, in fact, his conjoined twin. But I digress. Yentl, are you truly expecting your fellow social castaways to believe that you've never heard of two of the biggest bands of the last fifteen years?"
Before Rachel could muster a retort, Mr. Schuester butted in. "Sue, to what do we owe the honor of your presence?" he asked, his voice only mildly sarcastic.
"Well, Will," she said stressing the fact that she actually called him by his name for a change. "I simply stopped by to ask Santana, Brittany and Quinn to see me after your class."
The three girls in question looked at each other for a long time before agreeing, somewhat hesitantly. Sue Sylvester shocked us all when she said Thank you before leaving the room.
"Huh, pod people are real…who knew?" I said sotto voice. Puck, Mercedes and I shared a chuckle.
"Is it just me, or is Coach Sylvester even scarier when she's being…nice?" Finn asked the room at large.
We all laughed at that. Though everyone agreed that Finn wasn't alone. Practice went pretty quickly after that. When it was over Puck gave Mercedes a quick, but deep and sexy kiss good bye, I gave her a quick bear hug, taking the risk just to have her in my arms for a moment. "Later on I want you to let me play with your cute little piggies with my tongue." I walked away hiding the pleased grin that covered my face. She'd shook with the sexiest little shiver when I asked to play with her toes. Yeah…I definitely will be good sharing her for a while. Who knows what the future will bring.
Though together or not, even if I have to kidnap them both…five years from now…hell to the yeah.
