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 justareader13. That Puck Mercedes sketch is so pretty…I’m living in Jealousy. I highly recommend that you YouTube the section/chapter titles. They are all really great songs.

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

THANKS: Thanksso much to everyone who has reviewed. You have made this story a joy to write…well the reviews, and Puck’s potty mouth. When writing for Puck one never needs to search for euphemisms.

Chapter 5

~~~~~Know You Now~~~~~

Football practice was what it was. Coach Bieste was in full WIN mode. And the Glee ballers were finding it very hard to focus. Finn was worried. He kinda knew who 3 Doors Down were…but he really couldn’t place them. He couldn’t wait until he could Google the song. Mike was very, very concerned with doing a good job with the Usher song he’d been given. Usher was one of Mike’s IDOLS and while the Asian boy wasn’t a very good singer…he was prepared to do his damnedest to rock this solo. Artie was pretty much just feeling bad for Sam. And Sam, Sam was not at all surprised. He’d been expecting something like this from the moment he’d been paired with Rachel.

Puck was pissed. Not only did he get a country song. He could have dealt with that, maybe that Lady Antebellum song was pretty good. But a country chick song? Brittany had better be glad she was a sweety. Puck was still fuming in the locker room after practice. He was starting to move from pissed to amused, however, when he began to imagine how long it must have taken Artie to explain the assignment to Brit. Of course that’s when Karofsky decided to open his big mouth.

“Yo! Puckerman, you becoming a chubby chaser now?” Karofsky taunted. “Your fat bitch got Azimio kicked off the team.”

“Step off, Karofsky. Your boy got himself kicked off the team. Punk ass bitch. A real man would never lay hands on a woman. He’s lucky he’s out of this school. Besides my girl isn’t fat, she’s voluptuous; with big soft tits, and an absolutely fabulous ass. She’s thick…like your skull.” Puck rejoined.

“Thick. Big boned, voluptuous…she’s fat!” Karofsky said maliciously. “Nothing like my girl. My girl is sexy. She wears a size zero…what’s Jones, a size 50. Man that’s gross.”

“Fuck you, Karofsky. Naw…not fuck you, ‘cause I think you might like that too much. That’s it, isn’t it? You like chicks that are shaped like dudes…cause when you’re laying the pipe…you’re imagining that they are guys. I seen that new chick you’re dating; girl’s so flat chested, I don’t think she even has nipples.” Puck gave Karofsky a hard look. “Real women have curves…but curves are gross…isn’t that what you said. Fess up Dave, your chick has a dick don’t she…you can tell me.”

The argument had drawn a bit of a crowd. Finn, Sam and Mike had come over immediately upon hearing Karofsky’s derogatory comments about Mercedes. Puck waved them off with a look. “You know what your problem is, you hate yourself. You hate you so much that you have to try to make everyone feel as bad about themselves as you do. But you keep picking on the wrong ones. You pick on people you think should hate themselves based on your sick sad view of the world. But instead you keep running into people who refuse to hate who they are. People who are secure in themselves. People who refuse to change or hide who they are to please some small minded asshole like you. People like Hummel and Lil Mama. People who love themselves just the way they are.” Puck ranted.

“I may have been the same kind of barely literate jock asshole as you Karofsky…but you know what? I got over it. I grew up. So maybe you should pull your head out of your ass, figure out what it is you are hating in you, and either change it or embrace it. But you seriously need to stop shoveling your shit onto everyone else.” Puck finished.

Karofsky had been getting angrier and angrier as Puck read him the riot act. “You think it’s so easy. Yeah…’just change it or embrace it’. How do you fucking change wanting to fuck other dudes? How do you embrace being as queer as a three dollar bill? Do you know how fast my dad would kick me out? My dreams of playing pro ball would be gone. If I ‘embrace it’. So stop being all holier than thou! Daddy issues aren’t shit compared to what I have to get over.” The bully yelled.

“Actually, there is a real movement to end the discrimination against homosexuality in the NFL.” Coach Bieste said calmly from where she leaned against her office door jamb. “And if your dad kicks you out, I’ve got an extra room…so does Mr. Schue. And Noah’s right being different doesn’t give you any right to denigrate or humiliate anyone else.”

Karofsky looked around. In that moment it was as if he just noticed that he and Puck weren’t alone in the locker room. He realized that then entire team had heard his confession. The offensive line man looked like he was going to be sick. Until one of his teammates spoke up. “Dude, we all knew. I mean it wasn’t natural the way you picked on Hummel. You acted like one of us used to when we were little and liked a girl.”

Several of the other boys agreed. “Yeah man, besides every girl you date looks more like a hanger, or a tranny than a real chick. We don’t really care. I mean clearly NONE of us are your type. You are lucky that Hudson never knew about that time you kiss-raped Hummel though.” Another voice spoke up from the crowd.

“HE WHAT!?!?! You WHAT???” Finn yelled. Sam, Puck and Mike were forced to hold the Quarterback away from the line backer. “Touch my brother again…go anywhere near him ever again, and you don’t have to worry what your dad may do; because I WILL kill you myself.” Finn growled enraged. “You don’t even get to think about Kurt.”

Karofsky gulped and nodded. Hudson was so laid back that seeing him pissed off was very disconcerting for everyone. Once more Coach Bieste’s voice rang through the locker room. This time it was anything but calm. “Karofsky, you are on probation. Sexual harassment is wrong no matter what the person’s gender or orientation. You’ve got Double Suicides…plus twenty laps of the stadium…up and down the bleachers, for the rest of the year. Not season…YEAR; rain, sleet, I don’t care if there is a freakin’ blizzard; you are lapping that stadium every day. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir… I mean Ma’am.” Karofsky whimpered.

Puck looked around the locker room. “Alright, any one tells this tubby asshole’s secret before he’s ready to step out the closet…deals with me.” He turned his attention back to Karofsky. “Don’t think for a second all’s been forgiven and forgotten. You stole Hummel’s first kiss…that’s fucking harsh…and you ran him out of McKinley. My girl hates you with a fiery passion, and when she finds out about the kiss…man you better hope and pray she just settles for kicking you in the balls every time she sees you. ‘Cause otherwise she’ll get creative.” All the male glee members shivered. They all knew that bad things happen when Mercedes Jones gets mad and creative…just ask Coach Sylvester’s Le Car.

“Alright…you all have homes. Get to them. Puckerman, see me before you head out.” Coach Bieste dismissed the gathered crowd. “Okay, Puckerman, I’m willing to believe that you are really with Jones because you like her. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt here, believing that you are mature enough to see how beautiful she is…but if you hurt that girl; I will make it my purpose in life to ruin the rest of your high school days.” The coach said as soon as Puck had closed the door.

“It’s not like that. I really, really care about her. I never thought I could be who she makes me want to be. But I’m gonna try my hardest to be him. To be somebody she can be proud of…someone worthy of her.” Puck said sincerely.

“Well then, a word of free advice. Be the man you would want to be with your sister, or your mom. Be good to her and always treat her like you would want the best people in your life to be treated. Let her know how you feel about her, and take it slow.” Coach Bieste actually gave Puck a wry smile. “Now that that’s out of the way, I had a call from Attorney Hollowell today. He said that you were hoping that you could get into some of the colleges his niece is applying to. If you need a recommendation, come see me. The right recommendation can make up for a multitude of sins. Now get out of here.”

 

~~~Get It Together~~~

The change in Karofsky’s behavior was drastic. He stopped bullying everyone but the hockey team. He lived in horror of the thought that Puck might tell his secret if he didn’t. He was still trying to figure out how Daniels had known about the kiss he’d given Hummel; he was sure that the locker room was empty. Only thing he really did any more was observe those around him. Those he’d bullied...the people who were different and didn’t care in the slightest.

He watched as Puck and Mike escorted their loser girlfriends around the school. He watched as they treated those girls as though they were the coolest, most beautiful chicks in the town. He observed their happiness and how they, along with Hudson and Evans, juggled football and glee. They both seemed to fit in their skin better now. Chang still didn’t talk much, but Karofsky noticed that he interacted a lot more. He was part of things now for real. Puck didn’t seem to need to torment people anymore.

Karofsky especially watched Puck’s interaction with Mercedes Jones. He just couldn’t understand why a guy who could have any girl in the school, was so happy with someone so far from what society had deemed beautiful. The lineman also wondered; if he’s been able to be honest with himself, and honest with his family…could he have had that with Hummel?

~~~Friday~~~

 

Friday came, as they a wont to do, and since the game was pretty far out of town, the girls of the New Directions-yes even Rachel- along with Kurt and Blaine, dragged Mercedes to the mall. Apparently Quinn, Santana and Lauren had advance notice of Pucks super secret surprise first date he had planned for Mercedes and having shared the details with Kurt and Tina, ever one agreed that Mercedes needed a new super special outfit for the evening.

“Okay,” the fashionisto said after they had finished eating. “Tonight’s mission is ‘Operation LBD’.” He told his troops.

“That will be perfect.” Santana agreed. “But it’s got to say sexy…sassy. She should spice it up with some great boots, rather than traditional heels.”

“I can dress myself, you know.” Mercedes chided. “First date, traditionally for teens means dinner and a movie. Why are ya’ll making such a big deal?”

“Cedes, trust us. He is going ALL out. If you let us help you pick out just the right outfit, you will not regret it.” Quinn advised calmly.

Thus saying, they headed through the mall on a mission. Kurt was a master planner and strategist. They checked some of the boutique shops, growling at the lack of anything truly divine that would fit anyone above a size 6. As frustrating as it was Mercedes, Lauren and Kurt were at least used to it. Blaine, however, had only been shopping with Mercedes once. This was all coming as a surprise to him. After the sixth boutique, a store in which only Brittany could find her size, Blaine lost it. “My God. No wonder so many young girls have completely unrealistic ideas of health and beauty. What is wrong with people? So they not realize that women need a certain amount of body fat, or not only do they lose their secondary sexual characteristics, but they can lose the ability to menstruate and can even harm their ability to reproduce altogether. Yet women pay millions supporting an industry which obviously has rampant misogynistic undertones.” The dark haired Warbler soloist ranted.

“I do often wonder what would happen if the women of Lima boycotted these boutiques until they became more realistic and representative and healthy.” Kurt mused.

“Let’s head to Macy’s,” Lauren said. “If they carry stuff I can wear, I’m sure Mercy can find something.” She, much like Mercedes, had become numb and desensitized to the slights perpetrated upon the average to large sized woman by the fashion, and beauty industries.

“You know…we should figure out a way to let Coach Sylvester know there are stores here that undermine her ‘healthy body’ requirements for the cheerios.” Quinn said chuckling.

“Actually that’s not a half bad idea.” Mercedes said thoughtfully. “Think about it. She has a lot of pull in certain circles…better yet, if she has a major, long term project, maybe she’ll lay off glee club.”

Discussing the merits of Mercedes’ plan the eight friends made their way to the largest store the Lima Mall boasted. It seemed to take no time at all before they’d found four great choices for the perfect Mercedes Jones Little Black Dress.  Mercedes had fun trying them on and she even modeled the first three for her friends. She liked them well enough and they all highlighted her shape well. But they weren’t anything any of them saw as special.  Finally she tried on an asymmetrical, one draped sleeve, very contemporary answer to the little black dress- and she fell in love. Checking the tag she saw that the dress was on sale…that made it absolutely perfect. She quickly changed back to her regular clothes without letting any of the others see her in it. “Found it…its perfect. Lets head to shoes.” She said quickly as she walked past the assembly.

Quinn caught up to her first. She gave Mercedes a sharp look. “You aren’t going to let us see the dress are you?” She asked in her overly calm way.

“Nope. You can see the boots I pick though.” Mercedes said trying to keep her voice as calm and modulated as Quinn’s. True to her word Mercedes tried on several pairs of boots before the group helped her to decide on a pair of over the knee black leather boots that tied up the back. She really had loved another set as well but the tie up ones seemed to scream sex and they were on sale. She found some great accessories in blue and rhinestone, and a clutch that was a great shade of the same, blue topaz, blue. She even found a great set of chunky, funky bangles to rock with the outfit.

The gang had just left the checkout area, when Kurt had a thought. “You know if we hit the craft store, and grabbed two lengths of blue ribbon...we could replace those ugly laces and ramp up the ‘Cedes-ness of those boots.” Of course Kurt phrased this as a suggestion, yet that is exactly what the group did next.

“Can’t ya’ll give me a hint?” Mercedes whined teasingly. She knew that they would no more ruin the surprise for her than she would let them see her in that dress before absolutely necessary.

As one eight voices rang out, “NO!” They quickly changed the subject to hairstyles and exactly how damaging hair spray could be to the hair as well as the environment.

The group finished their shopping and split up for the night, Kurt snagged the boots, promising to drop them by on his way back to the Dalton campus the next morning. Mercedes had just finished showering when her cell phone rang.

“Man, Lil Mama, we smoked those jokers and on their own field.” Puck greeted her. “We’re on our way back to Lima now…but I wanted to call before it got too late.”

“Thanks. You called at the perfect time. I’m fresh from the shower...” Mercedes said playfully.

“Ohhh…what are you wearing?” Puck asked quietly, Mercedes could hear him shuffling and getting comfortable. Well as comfortable as one could on those bus seats.

“I suppose I could lie and say something sexy…but really it’s just one of the football booster tees from freshman year and a pair of panties.” She rejoined.

“Shit baby, if you are in it I guarantee it is sexy.” He said his voice deepening as he imagined her in one of his tees and her panties. “I bet its hanging off your shoulder too.” He whispered. “One day real soon…I’m gonna spend an hour, just kissing that sexy shoulder you hang everything off.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, “One day real soon, I’m gonna let you. But for now, tell me about the game?”

Puck smiled to himself, and told her almost a complete play by play, and he actually knew she was listening. A few times she even offered advice, which he dutifully relayed up to Coach Beiste, that would serve to enhance their plays. “See this is why I like you so much…you get me. I mean you actually pay attention to what I like and listen when I talk to you.” he said smiling so brightly several of his team mates could see it even in the dark bus.

“Yeah well… I like football. I grew up watching it with my dad and uncles.” She replied with a laugh. “Besides now you get to hear about how our friends dragged me to the mall as soon as school was out.” Relaying the shopping excursion, it wasn’t long before Mercedes had Puck laughing so hard he was tearing up. “And poor Blaine was so mad at the stores that didn’t carry any sizes above 6 you’d have thought he was the one trying to find something.”

“Man, you know, I wasn’t sure what to make of him. I mean he was moving in on Kurt while the boy was going through some serious shit…but you know I think he may be an alright dude.” Puck said thoughtfully. “Course if I’m wrong, I’ll beat his face in. But I think he might be cool”

“Yeah I know. He’d grown on me…still want to beat the absolute shit out of your lineman every time I see him though. You know I think Karofsky’s planning something. He’s been quite this week. That mutherfucker better not try to pull some Columbine type stuff.” She said with an angry growl.

“Oh Shit mama, don’t make that sound when I’m on a bus full of dudes.” Puck hissed quietly. Something about the sound Mercedes had just made, a hissing growl, struck him as extremely erotic. His pants were getting kind of uncomfortable. He decided to change the subject to something safer. “Tomorrow I’ll be there to pick you up at 5. We have to drive to Dayton, and I don’t want to miss our 7 o’clock reservation. Then after dinner…well that’s the big surprise. I talked to your dad and your uncle, and they are ok with pushing your curfew back to 2 since we’ll have to drive back to Lima…but the rule is that you have to call them at 12:30 and let them know that you are on the way home.”

“Look at you. You’ve got everything all planned out, don’t you?” Mercedes teased.

“Hell to the yeah. I’ve never put this much thought or planning into a date, ever. But you are so worth it.” Puck said, grateful that the darkness of the bus hid his rising blush.

“Well, allow me to tell you, that when you see me rockin’ my sex appeal boots tomorrow…you will be even more sure that I’m worth every bit of trouble you went to.” Mercedes said with a chuckle. “They are tall, all the way over the knee, and they have a sexy tie up the back, and stiletto heels.” Her voice was low and soft as she described the shoes.

“Awww Hell. You know what you’ve done? Now you’ve got me picturing you wearing sexy boots, and that corset Finn told me about from Rocky Horror. Fuck now I’m hard enough to cut diamonds, and surrounded by dudes.” Puck choked out. The laugh he got in return only made his condition worse. He groaned into the phone.

“Poor baby.” She said chuckling. Her laughter quickly morphed into a yawn.

“Lil Mama…you sound sleepy. I’ll let you go…dream of me?” Puck teased.

“Shoot Puck, been dreaming of you for years.” Mercedes returned sleepily. “Be safe, see you tomorrow.”

~~~Save Tonight~~~

 

Mercedes woke Saturday morning with a large smile on her face. She’d had a very pleasant dream where she was Stephanie Plum and Puck was her very own Rangeman. In the dream they been reenacting one of the Alley scenes, during which they had a sincerely heavy duty make out session that went far farther than anything Janet Evanovich ever thought to write. However all the dream did was get her panty ruiningly aroused, and force her to realize that she had no idea what Puck was actually packing. That led to a rather heated fantasy in which she tied him to her bed and kept him there for days learning everything there was to know about his body and his hot spots. It was during her fantasy of discovery that she finally allowed her hand to snake down between her thighs. In only moments she was burying her head into the pillows and whimpering Puck’s name. she dropped back to sleep, waking with barely enough time to shower, and pamper herself a bit before Kurt arrived with her boots.

The two besties took almost an hour deciding on the perfect hairstyle and makeup look.  Then once Kurt had the steam curlers in exactly the proper configuration to achieve the coif he wanted, they turned their attention to picking the perfect lingerie to wear under her outfit. Kurt made a last minute run to the store and found a perfect pair of lace top thigh highs. she dressed in the royal blue and black lace bra and boy cut panty set. Then she slid on the thigh high stockings, and shimmied into the boots. For a moment a she thanked God that Kurt did listen to her rants that she didn’t need a lady’s maid, and was perfectly capable of dressing herself, because there was no way she could have gotten them on and tied without assistance. 

“Now I added quite a bit of padding to the boots. You have a regular and a gel insole in each. That should provide you with additional comfort no matter how long you are in them.” Kurt advised cautiously. He was trying very hard to make sure that he didn’t give her any information that could ruin Puck’s surprise.

“Kurt, you are the man…you are going to be the world’s best fashion coordinator, right up to the moment you launch your own line. You think of everything. Thanks so much.” Mercedes gushed happily. “One day you are going to make some man very, very happy.”

Kurt gave her a wide smile. “You are very welcome, my dear. It is always nice to be appreciated. But it is after for and we both need to be ready to leave this room by five.” He teased back.

 Giggling Mercedes sat down and allowed Kurt to work his cleansing and moisturizing magic, before she took over. First she used deep blues, and a dark chocolate to create a great smoky eye that played up her eyes, making them look larger and fathomless. For the evening adventure of her first date she decided to barely accent her high cheekbones, and she went with a glittery mocha gloss on her lips. She took a moment to assemble her clutch. In went the gloss, and a translucent powder compact, a take with you pack of makeup removing wipes. She added her cell, fresh off the charger, and driver’s license, a bit of cash and her debit card. Happy that she had all the things she would need for the evening, she sat and allowed Kurt to turn her hair into a riot of curls that would play with the asymmetry of her dress. Finally Kurt helped her to pull on the dress, carefully making sure that she didn't smear her makeup, or muss her hair.

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Saturday morning saw Puck awakening once more with his sheets tented over his erection brought on by dreams of Mercedes. As he rested there, he thought back to the dream that was still so vivid in his mind.

~She came over to him and told him that her verbal thanks really weren’t enough. So she knelt before him and lowered her head submissively. He stood and his crotch would be at the exact level with her face. First she would kiss his jeans right at the zipper. Only then would he let her open his zipper. Then she would fish his dick out. Puck just loved the feel of a woman’s hand pulling his cock free. Puck shivered as he thought of Mercedes small soft hand wrapped around his 8 1/2 or 9 inches long fairly thick; as thick as a Mercedes’ wrist; cock. Then he’d imagined the feel of her big soft lips just pressed against the underside. Maybe he’d ask her to lick that thick vein that runs the length of his dick.  By this point just looking down into her cleavage, and feeling her mouth on him would probably push him into a nice little frenzy. And as soon as she opened her mouth he would start to fuck her cute face. She’d love it. The feel of his big cock sliding in and out of her mouth, slipping just beyond her gag reflex, watching as his red cock slid into her pretty brown skinned face.~

And Puck had to wash his sheets, yet again. Only thoughts on Mercedes could get him so horney he could cum in his sheets without actually touching himself. After starting the laundry he took his usual Saturday morning run to the football field and back. When he finished showering, he grabbed his stuff and headed to the car wash. Noticing he had a message, he almost swerved into oncoming traffic as he looked at the picture Kurt had sent to him. A pair a tall sexy black boots with beautiful blue ribbon tying up the back, Puck could just see them on Mercedes. All the blood rushed from his head, so the New Directions’ resident bad boy had to pull over for a minute. Finally he managed to pull himself together, and made it to the car wash. He washed his truck inside and out. Even taking time to vacuum the floor and behind the seat. He found his collection back there. A plethora of panties that he had charmed off chicken heads in the last few years, without even a moment’s consideration, Puck grabbed them all and tossed them into the nearby garbage can. He no longer needed them, and he no longer wanted to be the boy they represented. Instead he wanted to be a man Mercedes could be proud to be with.

When he got home he was shocked to find Blaine there with Finn waiting on him to arrive. “Kurt sent us. He got you the perfect tie to wear with the suit you’re wearing.” Blaine explained to the confused boy.

“Yeah, Kurt’s awesome. I texted him what I had planned and he texted me back this picture of a suit and were to go to get it and how to have it tailored. I owe him one.” Puck said with a smile.

“Well, last night he and the girls got Mercedes’ outfitted. And while we were in Macy’s he saw this tie, and decided that it was the perfect accessory.” Blaine said with a laugh.

“This afternoon he went over to Mercedes’ house to play Lady’s maid, and we were sent to be your valets.” Finn said, halting a bit over the last word, as though trying to make sure that he said it properly.

Puck shrugged. He grabbed the suit from the bathroom, per Kurt’s very detailed instructions; it had been hanging in there as he took his post workout shower.  Shaving efficiently, he grabbed a quick cold shower with the new Bulgari shower gel he’d found when he was buying his suit. He then pulled on a pair of blue silky boxers, he threw on a wife beater, and the sharply white shirt that went with the suit. Finally he slid his feet into ankle high dress socks and stood and pulled on the Sean Jean Grey Sharkskin suit pants. His shoes and belt were donned next and finally his hilarious valets got to do more than crack jokes about his porn collection…apparently they found it hilarious that he’s gotten a subscription to Jet six months ago. “What the Jet Beauties are hot, man.” Blaine was kind enough to tie the tie into the perfect Windsor knot.  Puck put on his good watch, a gift from his grandmother, Yeta, on his sixteenth birthday, and he slid into the suit jacket.

Blaine attacked him with a lint roller, and then took several pictures with his camera phone. “Your mom had to go in to work, but she wanted some pictures of you on your ‘first real date with a quality girl’. And of course Kurt had to get pictures of you for his portfolio. Now your money clip is in your jacket. In it is your license, and debit card. I’ve put your cell into this belt clip, so you won’t ruin the line of your slacks. Finn, are we forgetting anything?”

“Yeah, he is to make sure that he had peppermint and gum in his truck. That way Mercedes can freshen her breath after dinner, otherwise she’ll be apprehended about it all night.” Finn said holding a small bag of breath fresheners.

“You mean apprehensive, but you were very close.” Blaine said nicely. He passed Puck the accoutrements and the three teens headed to their vehicles.  “Actually Puck, can I ride with you to Mercedes’ Kurt and I are supposed to leave from there to head back to Dalton.”

“Yeah, man, you’re good people…plus, I’d still be fighting with this tie if you hadn’t helped.” Puck said gratefully.

The two young men talked mostly about music on the way to the Jones home. Blaine gave Puck the advice to rework Giddy on up so that it was a male singing to an unfaithful chick. That way he could sing it more comfortably, and it could even be a tool to help Finn with Rachel and her quest to get him back. “Yeah I still owe him one where she’d concerned.” Puck said his voice a bit uneasy as he thought of what he’d done to his best friend.

They pulled into the Jones drive, and headed up the walk. Azalea Jones opened the door before he could even ring the bell. “Why Noah, don’t you just look sharp as a tack.” She greeted him. “And you must be Blaine, you treat our Kurt right, or else I will sic my husband on you…and he’s bigger than Finn.” She warned sweetly. Blaine paled a bit at the thought, before she added, “But I get good vibes off of you…so I don’t think it will be necessary.” She showed the teens into the great room where Fortitude was watching television with Donald and a woman who introduced herself as Bethany Hollowell, Mercedes’ aunt.

Azalea and Kurt led the way down the stairs into the great room, as they joined the people in the room, Puck was standing laughing and chatting. But when he saw the boot come into view, he went silent. By the time Mercedes was actually in the room, Puck was speechless and his breath was wheezing past a closed up throat. Fort leaned over and gave Puck a quick whack to the back. “God, you look beyond good Lil Mama.” Puck gasped. He was so busy staring at Mercedes; he didn’t notice that their friends and her family were hurriedly snapping pictures.

“You are looking quite dapper yourself young sir.” Mercedes said coyly. Her mom passed her back her clutch, which Azalea had brought down, ‘to keep the pictures uncluttered’ she said. Mercedes would later find that her mother had slipped some extra cash and a condom into the clutch, while all eyes were on Mercedes.  They headed out laughing and talking for the hour long ride to Dayton. Pulling into the restaurant’s parking lot, Puck noticed that they had thirty minutes before their reservations.

“You have more of that lip stuff in your bag thing right?” he asked as he slid closer.

“Hell yeah.” She whispered.

“Good.” He breathed as his lips covered hers.