Big Girls Can Be Sexy Too!

Big Girls Can be Sexy Too!

Pairings:Puck/Mercedes, Finn/Quinn, Tina/Mike

Author Note: Homage and all agreements with Isis Aurora Tomoe, Never Piss off Mercedes was a complete inspiration…as you can tell from the title.

Recommendation/Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to carlisleismybaby. Here’s hoping for more of their work…soon.

BTW: I was Mercedes in high school…maybe that’s why I like her so very much.

Chapter 3

~~~~Can’t Hold Us Down~~~~

Last Time on Glee: Azimio had always been popular, since pee-wee football and Playstation 1. He'd never learned to handle rejection gracefully. Add to that the fact that he'd assumed that this girl would be dying to raise her social standing by dating him—now here she was rejecting him. The situation turned ugly quickly. He flexed his hands, before balling up a big fist and threw a powerful punch.

Mercedes Jones had gone from being a ‘big girl’ to being a ‘thick girl’ over the summer months. However, she still thought as big girls think. She took the punch, simply because it never dawned on her that the jerk was asshole enough to hit a female. She rocked with the force, refusing to go down. She dropped her books, took out her earrings and slipped them into her jeans. She wasn’t your average girl; she didn’t cry or run to a teacher, she hit back.

Her punch didn’t have as much force behind it…so she made sure to make the location count. She threw a quick jab that broke his nose. Within moments, Mercedes and Azimio were trading furious blows in the middle of the hallway. The footballer had the strength and reach advantage—but it still took him quite some time to get the upper hand. Simply because Mercedes fought dirty. She didn’t just punch. Or even punch and kick---she punched, kicked, clawed, raked eyes and bit. She used the fighting style short women have been relying on for years, picupshit. Everything that could be used as a weapon was, including the books she had dropped to throw her first punch.

By the time Azimio got her down and was able to keep her there; her hands sandwiched between her sides and his knees; they’d drawn a crowd. Azimio did not pay attention to the throng gathered around them. He knew that most of the kids of this school were cowed by him and his clique.  But unfortunately for the lineman, not all of the students were afraid of him. Especially not all of his team mates.

Puck, Finn, Sam and Artie were heading to Mercedes locker to allow Puck to demonstrate that he would, in fact be a good boyfriend material. Since Kurt had told Finn that he was sure the tiny diva would have convinced herself that Puck was simply joking Friday night. They pushed their way through the crowd, shock to see Azimio holding a squiggling girl down, apparently getting ready to hit her, and not for the first time for the first time from the look of things.

“What the FUCK! What the hell are you doing hitting a girl. Bitch ass mutherfucker….IS that MY LIL MAMA!!!” Puck yelled. He tackled the line man. Puck was in no way a novice fighter, and furthermore, the moment he’d realized WHO Azimio was fighting; a red haze of rage had engulfed him. Puck quickly had Azimio trapped under him much the same way the linebacker had held Mercedes only moments before. The difference is that no one wanted to stop Puck from wailing on the downed boy.

Artie, Finn and Sam were helping Mercedes. Picking her up and dusting her off. Gathering her books for her and such, all while keeping an eye on their other team mates. Some students had rushed off and grabbed Coach Bieste and Mr. Schuester.  Seeing the teachers approaching, Finn and Sam left Mercedes leaning against Artie’s chair, and tried to pull Puck off the beaten boy. Puck just shook them off and continued to pound the mutherfucker who had dared to hit a girl… much less a girl Puck wanted to be his.

Mercedes intervened. “Puck, Come on, Come here.” She stood and crossed to him. She kept saying, almost singing his name. “Puck—Noah Puckerman.” Placing one small hand on his shoulder, she was surprised when rather than shaking her off as he’d done Sam and Finn, he stood quickly and started to check her over.

“Stupid MutherFucker…he busted your lip. “ Puck whispered. He barely recognized his own voice. He turned to resume beating the hell out of Azimio. Mercedes stopped him, placing her hand on his cheek; she turned him back to face her.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you.” She gave him a small smile.

Coach Bieste and Mr. Schuester finished pushing their way through the crowd. Mr. Schuester started shooing kids off to their morning classes, then walked over to check on ‘his’ kids. Coach Bieste heaved Azimio off the floor. Just as they were all heading to Principal Figgins’ office, Coach Sylvester arrived. She looked at the scene and reached out and grabbed Karofsky by the neck of his letterman jacket. The three teachers took the six students to the Principal’s office, to hopefully get justice.

Sue Sylvester stuck her head into the nurses’ office as the group passed. “Hey Battle axe. Grab your firsties and come to Figgins’ office your services are needed.”

Once everyone was in the room Puck made sure Mercedes had a seat, and then dragged the nurse over to the still bleeding girl. “Fix her.” He growled. He wasn’t exactly paying attention to the goings on with the others. He wasn’t really paying attention to anything beyond the bruises forming on Mercedes face until he heard Karofsky whine.

“Azimio was just asking Jones for a date.  We were just looking out to make sure they didn’t get interrupted.”

Everyone in the room scoffed. However Sue beat them all to the punch. “Like Mighty Midget would date one of the bullies responsible for running Porcelain out of here.” She said snarkily. She turned to Coach Bieste. “Was he born stupid, or have you been making them practice without helmets?”

“I just want to know who hit whom first.” Principal Figgins asked.

Finn, Sam and Artie, all said they didn’t see it, but they knew it was Azimio.  They explained the scene they saw when they got there.

Mercedes stood and answered. “That punk bitch over there, laid out on the couch, he hit me first. He didn’t like the fact that I had the temerity to say no to his asking me out. He sucker punched me.  He wouldn’t have connected, except I honestly didn’t think he was assholey enough to hit a girl.”

“Language, Mercedes.” Mr. Schue said warningly. However the look on his face, directed at the football player on the principal’s couch, was thunderous. Mr. Schuester looked like he would appreciate it if he could have 5-10 minutes alone with the still unconscious boy…to explain to him how a man treated a woman.

“Language my foot. I’m sorry Mr. Schue…but can you think of something better to call him. Kurt is so gay, he’s almost a girl himself, and HE would never hit a girl. Especially not first.” She returned.

Coach Bieste spoke for the first time. She had been so angered by what she saw when she reached them in the hall, she was only now able to speak without snarling. “He’s off my team. In fact he won’t be playing football in the state of Ohio again.”

“I want him out of the school.” Puck said. “I can guarantee that if he stays I’m gonna kick his ass every day. I let you all talk me out of beating Karofsky daily, when he ran Kurt out…But that no good, mutherfucker laid his hands on my woman.” Coach Bieste had to grab the guitarist, he was heading toward his waking, former, teammate with murder in his eyes.  

“Mr. Puckerman, I cannot allow you to threaten another student like that.” Mr. Figgins said in an intimidating tone.

“Oh please, Karofsky over there threatens fifteen kids just in the time it takes to change classes. And you haven’t done shit. Or did you conveniently forget about how my best friend had to transfer schools because of that prick. So why is it ok for those football players to get away with that crap…but the New Direction football player gets sanctioned for it?” She looked angrily at the schools rather ineffectual principal.

“Mr. Puckerman is currently on probation and has to display proper behavior here at school or he could be returned to Juvie.” Principal Figgins responded.

“We’ll see about that.” Mercedes eyes were snapping angrily as she pulled out her cell phone. She dialed a number quickly from memory. “Good morning Ebony, its Mercedes, is my uncle in yet this morning?” Once connected to her uncle, she concisely gave him a summary of the situation and turned on the phone’s speaker feature upon her uncle’s request.

“Mr. Figgins. My name is Donald Hollowell. I am Mercedes’ uncle and a member of good standing of the State Bar Association of Ohio as well as the National Bar. I’m not sure that I understand why you feel the need to try to intimidate my new client, but you will cease and desist immediately. Mr. Puckerman is not at fault in this instance and I will be in Lima tomorrow to have his original conviction, for that BS charge of assaulting an officer, overturned. I believe that I will handle the criminal case pro bono. Please, I could have won that case 2 days out of Law School,” He muttered under his breath. “How can you be convicted of assaulting a cop who was off duty, in plain clothes, and who never identified himself? Pure bull.”

Puck sidled over to Mercedes. “How does he know all of that?”

“Oh, please, you met my Daddy. He didn’t know we weren’t dating for real; he had you checked out. He was worried but when he found out you only got into that fight cause the dude had hit his wife…he decided you were a good guy. He’s had Donnie working on getting that conviction overturned and your record expunged since I told him about your Probation officer harassing you about your community service. In fact he’s probably only doing the criminal case pro bono because he’s planning to make his money on the civil suit for wrongful arrest and imprisonment.” She told him quietly as her uncle continued to ream Figgins out. “So your woman?” She asked saucily.

“Yeah, if you want to be…after you get over the hero worship crap that always comes after I do something like this.” He whispered back.

“Puck, you ain’t anybody’s idea of a hero.” Mercedes said, burying a chuckle. “But you are a damn good friend…and don’t all the songs always say that friends make the best lovers?” she reached out and slipped her small hand into his calloused larger one.

~~A Thousand Words~~

The rest of Mercedes day went much better than the beginning. Apparently the fact that she’d fought back, hard, had gotten through the student body. She was being treated as a goddess. The calculus test she’d been so worried about before the fight seemed to be a breeze. Puck met her outside of every class and of course they had lunch together. By the time for Glee, she knew Puck was up to something. He was a bit too satisfied with himself. The clencher was the fact that he walked her to her last class of the day, but told her that he would meet her in the music room. When she walked in he was busy talking to Mr. Schue, who was giving him one of those proud papa looks.

As soon as everyone had gotten settled, Mr. Schue took the floor. “All right everyone I have great assignment for you…but first Noah has asked for time to showcase a song. So we’ll give him the floor first and then we’ll discuss the project for this week. Puck.”

Puck cockily took place front and center. His guitar across his chest he strummed the first few notes before he began to sing. Every person in the room could feel how much of his own emotions he was pouring into this song. And they all watched as his eyes never left Mercedes. The room may as well have been empty but for the two of them. Puck was focused. He wanted, in his own unimitatable style, to show Mercedes and everyone else that he wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t joking and he was determined to not screw this up.

Anytime I need to see your face,

I just close my eyes

And I am taken to a place where

your crystal mind and

Magenta feelings take up shelter

in the base of my spine

Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola

I don't need to try and explain;

I just hold on tight

And if it happens again, I might move

so slightly

To the arms and the lips and the face

of the human cannonball

That I need to, I want to



Come stand a little bit closer

Breath in and get a bit higher

You'll never know what hit you

When I get to you



[chorus:]



Ooh, I want you

I don't know if I need you

But, ooh, I'd die to find out

Ooh, I want you

I don't know if I need you

But, ooh, I'd die to find out



I'm the kind of person who endorses

a deep commitment

Getting comfy getting perfect

is what I live for

But a look, then a smell of perfume

It's like I'm down on the floor

And I don't know what I'm in for



Conversation has a time and place

In the interaction of a lover and

a mate,

But the time of talking,

using symbols, using words

Can be likened to a deep sea diver

who is swimming with a raincoat



Come stand a little bit closer

Breathe in and get a bit higher

You'll never know what hit you

When I get to you



[chorus]



Anytime I need to see your face,

I just close my eyes

And I am taken to a place where

your crystal mind and

Magenta feelings take up shelter

in the base of my spine

Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola



I don't need to try and explain;

I just hold on tight

And if it happens again, I might move

so slightly

To the arms and the lips and the face

of the human cannonball

That I need to, I want to



[chorus]



So can we find out?

 

Silence reigned in the music room as the last notes of Puck’s guitar faded away. “Damn that was hot.” Lauren breathed. “How come she gets Savage Garden and I got Fat Bottomed Girl?” She said setting everyone to laughing.

The sexual tension dissipated by the humor, Mr. Schue stood up and Puck sat down next to the girl he’d just serenaded. Mercedes gave Puck a look that told the entire room that she’d been even more affected than anyone.

“Ok…well. That was definitely emotive Puck. Good job using music to evoke a reaction from your listeners. Now onto this week’s assignment. I’m really proud of this one. This week you will have partners. But it’s not for a duet. No this week is all about,” he moved the banner he’d had blocking the board. On the white board was the word HORIZONS. “Broadening your Horizons. We’re going to get you out of your comfort zones. Each partner will pick the song for the other to adapt and perform solo. You will all have to keep the integrity of the original genre of the song…but feel free to personalize it and make it your own. Of course if your friends have time and want to you can have backup. Backup singers always add richness and fullness to any song.”

“However the best two solos will get dinner out on me. Again…and they will get the lead duet for this year’s sectionals.” Mr. Schue cut Rachel’s outraged gasp off with a look. “All of you have talent. So it’s time I start to practice what I preach and we showcase all the talent. Maybe this year we can out right win at sectionals, rather than tying. Now I’ll be assigning the partners. I think I did a good job mixing things up a bit.” He handed everyone a sheet with the pairs listed.

Partner Pairs for Broadened Horizons Assignment

Rachel                                    Sam

Quinn                          Artie

Tina                             Finn

Mercedes                   Mike

Brittany                       Puck

Lauren                        Santana

“Get to thinking. I want you to have your partner’s song selected by the next time we meet.”

~~DAMN~~

The meeting broke up quickly after that. Puck and the other ballers went to practice, while Santana and Lauren descended on Mercedes. Both girls had heard about the fight, though neither had seen it. And they wanted the blow by blow. Since the petite R & B diva needed a rid home anyway she agreed to give them one, in exchange.

However by the time Lauren and Santana finished arguing back and forth about what song each should have to sing, Mercedes was regretting her decision. Lauren was adamant that she would never, ever sing anything by Kesha. Santana was just as vocal about her distain for Nickelback. In honesty it was actually really funny to watch the two alpha bitches locking horns. Before she knew it she was getting a text from Puck asking her where she was. “Hey, do you realize football practice is over and we haven’t left the music room?” she asked the girls as she texted Puck the requested information.

“Man, it’s like half past 5 and I’m still at school.  This must never happen again.” Santana joked. The girls were headed to the lot when Mercedes phone rang.

“Hey lil Mama….you still with the girls at the school?” He asked

“Yeah, we’re almost to the parking lot. We didn’t realize how late it had gotten.” She answered. Ignoring Santana and Lauren making smooching sounds.

“Well, why don’t I meet you out there and we can grab something to eat at the diner… then I’ll take you home.” Puck suggested.

“Why, you feeling heroine worship? You know my Uncle Donnie will have you all safe from the big bad juvie monster soon.” Mercedes teased.

“Hell yeah, I want to worship you…especially those lips. I’ll wait to tell you what else I wanna worship…don’t want you thinking I’m just out for the booty.” Puck said sincerely.

“Puckerman…you are the only person on earth who could say that in that way and I not only know what you mean…but I actually believe you.” She responded.

“What can I say…I’m one of a kind.” He said signing off.

Mercedes turned to the other girls and told them of the change of plans. “Good. You live way cross town from me.” Santana teased. “You live over there with the old money. We’re stuck over by the ghet.”

“Yeah, Lima Heights Adjacent.” Lauren laughed.

The girls reached the parking lot and found Puck leaning against his truck, waiting on Mercedes. His hair was still wet and they could tell from the way his t-shirt stuck to the muscles of his chest and arms that he’d not bothered to fully dry after his post practice shower. “Damn…he might be too scrawny…but the boy is hot. You go get him Midget.” Lauren advised as she made her way to her car.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Santana called back as she strode to her car.

“There is something you won’t do?” Mercedes yelled to the latin girl. She smiled sweetly at Puck as he helped her into the cab of his truck. “What… you know better than anybody that girl is straight up freaky.” She laughed.

As he climbed behind the steering wheel, Puck found himself confused. “So you don’t care that I’ve been with Santana…and Quinn, and Rachel…Cause Rachel almost slept with me just cause Finn had been with Santana. And we both know that Finn was right. It was the Santana of the situation.”

“In case you missed it. I ain’t Rachel. My confidence is made up of more than air and fairy wings. I know you’ve been a player in the past. remember I helped you get back into the game once upon a time? Just as long as you don’t try to play me, I’m willing to continue to give you the time of day.” She warned.

“Warning heard and heeded.” They pulled into the diner parking lot and made their way inside. They found a booth, and Puck waved Mercedes into one side, and then slid into the spot next to her. He put his arm round her shoulder before snagging a menu. The couple talked and ate, and after their meal they headed back to Puck’s truck to continue their discussions as he drove her home.

Once they got to Mercedes house, Puck walked her to her door. “I want you to know that I don’t count this as a first date. You deserve a real first date. So Mercedes would you like to do, like, dinner and a movie Saturday?” he asked.

Mercedes smirked up at him. She knew no one would believe her if she told them how sweet Puck acts when he’s not trying to be a badass. But she did like how much sincerity he could bring to bear when he actually cared about something. He really seemed to care about her. So she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers. She pressed her lips to his before parting them slightly to nibble on his lower lip. She swiped her tongue across the seam of Puck’s lips, delighting in the groan that rolled from him.

Puck turned them so that he could press Mercedes against the door. He took complete control of the kiss. She gasped, opening her mouth and his tongue slid inside. She whimpered slightly and he dropped one arm, banding it around her waist and hauling her up against him like he'd imagined doing so many times before.  He slanted his head to the side, deepened the kiss and let his tongue slowly roll over hers, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth. Her heat and sweet taste drove him to plunder her mouth even deeper.  His mind raced with thoughts he couldn't yet put into words and he struggled to convey them through the kiss.

 

She moaned softly into his mouth and he felt the vibrations drive straight to my dick, hardening him against her.  He pressed Mercedes to the door gently rotating his hips against her soft belly, letting her feel his arousal.  She began to move her mouth under Puck’s, kissing him back and dueling with his tongue, pushing her strong little pink muscle into his mouth and then sucking on his tongue.  He pressed into her again, unable to help himself.

 

She whimpered again and Puck reveled in the sound, continuing to kiss her slowly and thoroughly.  It seemed to go on forever and only a minute at the same time. When she finally backed away, breathing shakily and staring at his chest, he immediately missed the softness of her lips against his own.

 

Puck lifted Mercedes’ chin with two fingers and stared at her for a second. “I’d really better go. Cause I’m gonna do this right…I don’t want you to ever have any regrets about being with me.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, another to her forehead. He waited on the steps as she let herself into the house. Then and only then did he climbed into his truck. “Gawddamn Lil Mama can kiss.” He whispered as he drove home.

 

 

 Song Lyrics: Savage Garden

                         I Want You

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