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 Amber Riley. She will probably never see this, but I have to say thanks for one of my FAVORITE TV characters.

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.

BTW 2: If you would like to see Mercedes Outfit for this date, check out the link in my Profile. It will lead you to my Flicker Account for this story. The dress is quite fabu if I do say so myself.

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. But I could always use more Positive Reinforcement. ;)

Chapter 6

~~~~~Airplanes~~~~~

Mercedes repaired her makeup as Puck came around to open here door. “Lil Mama, You look so fucking hot tonight.” He said pressing a careful kiss to her lips.

“Thank you. And you know you are looking fine as hell too, but if you start kissing me again we will not make it into that restaurant and I’m hungry.” She said with a large smile.

“Hey, it’s only seven.” Puck teased back. He ushered her into the restaurant. He’d done some research online and found a great place that had a seafood based menu, but also had a little bit of everything, and best of all GREAT desserts. They were shown directly to their table.

“This place is divine. How did you find it?” Mercedes asked quietly after they’d ordered their drinks.

“I Googled for restaurants near our next stop. This one had the best reviews, a good selection of eats, and boasts some of the best desserts in Dayton. When I looked at the menu, I just got the feeling that you would love it.” He responded a bit shyly.

“Well you got that right. This place is perfect.” Mercedes gave Puck a sweet smile.”So can you tell me where we are going after dinner?” She asked batting her long lashes a touch.

“I suppose I can share now. I managed to get us tickets and backstage passes to the B.o.B Concert.” He told her with a cocky smile.

The happy squeal she let loose as she stood and threw her arms around Puck made many people assume that he’d just proposed. She gave him a long sexy kiss that had his hands roaming her hips and inching towards her hem. Fortunately before he could achieve his goal, their waiter calmly asked if they would like to start with appetizers.

Letting Mercedes get settled back in her seat, Puck ordered them an order of Mozzarella sticks to share. “Oh my God, that’s too friggin cool.” She cooed excitedly.

Puck gave her a mischievous grin, but turned to the waiter, “I think we’d like to place our orders now, please.” Turning to his happy date, “Ladies first.” He said quietly.

“I’d like the full order Fried Shrimp, with roasted red skinned potatoes and balsamic vinaigrette on the salad.” Mercedes said after a moment perusing the menu. “We’ll share a Chocolate Mousse for dessert.

“I’ll have the Fisherman’s Platter…same sides, but I’d like to add a vanilla ice cream for dessert.” He turned to Mercedes with a devilish grin. “Gonna get our swirl on.”

Mercedes couldn’t hold back the laughter that burst forth. Once again Puck found himself mesmerized by the beauty of Mercedes laughing. Several of the people at the tables nearest them found themselves smiling as they listened to the boisterous laughter rolling from the soprano diva. By the time she finally gained control of her humor, their waiter had returned with their appetizer. Over dinner and dessert they talked and laughed. They shared funny stories from their past and hopes for their futures. As promised they made a wonderful ‘swirl’ with their desserts.

After settling the bill and impressing Mercedes by tipping on the very side of well, Puck helped her back into the truck; once again taking the opportunity to run his hands over her well curved hips and shapely ass; he passed her some of the gum. “Kurt looks out for his girl.” Puck said in answer to her unasked question of how he had known of her favorite after meal breath refresher. “So I guess I can tell you the rest of the surprise now.” Puck said as they drove to the concert venue.

“Rest-there’s more?” Mercedes asked excitedly. “How is there more?”

“Well-yeah. See I have a few year round pool clients you know. One of them is the guy who owns that huge place over on Grant. Well he’s a concert promoter. So I catch him in a rather compromising position with the captain of the JV Cheerios, a freshman…anyway long story short…I managed to get us tickets in the VIP section.” Puck ended with a smirk.

“You know that was blackmail…right?” Mercedes asked quietly.

“I know-but I think you’re worth it.” Puck answered.

“Noah, you committed extortion just for me?” She said busting, once more, into raucous laughter. “VIP Section at the B.o.B concert. Hell to the YEAH!”

Despite being exactly on time for the concert’s 8:30 start, Mercedes and Puck had a wonderful time at the concert. Mercedes was exceedingly grateful that she has been talked into going with the more formal outfit. If she’d worn what she would typically wear to a concert, she would have been woefully underdressed. But tonight she looked sexy and classy…perfect for the VIP section. In the concert they met quite a few local celebrities and a few sports stars. It was a very real study into the culture they both secretly aspired to. They even got the opportunity to sample caviar.

“Yeah- I don’t care how rich and famous I get, I’m NEVER eating that crap again.” Mercedes whispered as she shared her gum with Puck. Both of them desperately wanted to get that taste out of their mouths.

“Cannot agree more.” Puck laughed. “Hey there’d Stargent…the promoter guy.” Puck dragged Mercedes over and introduced her to the man who’d made the evening possible.

“Man I know I should be all ‘you should be in jail’ but dude…this concert f’in rocks.” Mercedes told the rather embarrassed promoter.

“I’m glad you think so.” Stargent replied. “Hey, he’s only got, like, two songs left. I’m getting ready to head over to the meet and greet area backstage. If you wanna come with me, I can guarantee you’ll be first in line.” He said affably.

“Why are you being so cool? Mercedes asked curiously. “Puck basically blackmailed you and you’re still being majorly nice to us.”

“Yeah, but Puck’s my man 50 Grand. To be honest, I’d have probably given him the passes anyway. Especially if I’d known he was gonna use them to try for such a fine sista as yourself. I should have known a cool kid like Puck would be down with the brown.”

Mercedes looked at the tall lanky white guy called only Stargent. In his flashy suit, he looked like a straight up guido, but here he was trying to sound as black as a hood-rat. She rolled her eyes, wiggas amused her. She noticed that Puck had fallen behind them several steps. So turning slightly she asked him why he was walking behind them.

“Cause Mama…as good as you looked coming down those stairs earlier…the view from back here is even better. Damn Lil Mama! I’m telling you…one day, I’m gonna get you alone…just you me and those boots.” Puck said his voice husky with want.

“Yeah well, guess on that day, we’ll be real glad Kurt put these soft ribbons in place of those rough laces.” Mercedes returned seductively.

Puck gave her a strained smile, groaning as his suit pants became exponentially tighter, “Damn lil Mama…DAMN!”

~~~Tell No Lies~~~

True to his word, Stargent had Puck and Mercedes first in line to meet B.o.B. The diminutive R&B Diva asked the rising star if he could give her any advice on getting a foot in the door of the music industry.

“Well I’ll be honest; if you really have talent but not a conventional look…I’d suggest trying the scene in the ATL.” The rapper said with a smile. “Hollyweird doesn’t like short thick women. Whereas thick girls are their own category of beauty in the south. Plus your boy won’t have to deal with all the crap from people who just don’t see how sexy curvy women really are.”

“Really, that’s cool” Mercedes said with a smile.

“But don’t just go down there without a plan. There are a shit load of colleges in Atlanta. You go down to school and do the amateur contests and events at nights and weekends. Also don’t fall into that ‘performing arts major’ trap. Major in Business, entertainment law…something that will help you manage your money if you do get discovered. Make it harder for the industry dicks to take advantage of you. You could always minor in PA…or even double major.” He advised.

“Yeah but what if you don’t make it in four years?” A voice yelled from further back.

“Hit one of the law schools. Hit the industry as an entertainment lawyer. Get an MBA and hit the industry as an agent…if you have the talent and the drive it will be easy to transition that into a contract. If not- hell you won’t get famous-but you can still get rich.” B.o.B. answered with a chuckle.

“You’ve given this some thought?” Puck said with a mischievous smirk.

“Hey, I needed a backup plan.” B.o.B. responded with a smirk of his own. “Besides the industry in Atlanta is geared more towards R&B and Hip Hop than the more Pop oriented scene in LA or the Indie scene in NYC.”

Mercedes gave the star a dazzling star, making him smile back and rendering Puck dazed and aroused next to her. “Thanks- you know I’m really glad to see that there are people in the music industry who really are good people.”

The couple got their autographs and thanked the star profusely for the advice. They took one of the shuttles to Puck’s truck. Before Puck helped Mercedes into the cab, he pressed her against the door, burying his hand in her hair, careful of her weave. Puck didn’t simply kiss his chocolate goddess, he plundered her mouth. He slid his tongue deftly into her mouth and rolled it over her tongue.  Both teens moaned at the same time. Her tongue tentatively darted out and Puck sucked on it lightly.  She whimpered and he felt a fresh rush of blood to his dick. As they kissed he ran his hand over the swell of her hip and clutched the globe of her ass. Mercedes sighed in pleasure and ground her hips forward.

 

Unfortunately someone chirped the car next to them, breaking the spell. Puck helped her into the cab, “God Mama, you look and smell too damn good tonight…I can’t control myself.” He walked around and got behind the wheel. Starting the truck, he noticed the display. “Mama…am I seeing that right? Is it really only quarter after eleven?”

Mercedes checked her cell and smiled. “Let’s find somewhere quiet. I’m not going get down for real…but I could definitely get my mack on.”

“That’s a plan.” Puck said with a huge grin. They made it back to Lima before 1:00 am. Mercedes made sure that she called her parents a few minutes before her check in time and she let them know that she and Puck were in his truck on the way home.

~~~Kiss Me~~~

They drove to a small park in Mercedes neighborhood and Puck parked his truck in a little wooded clearing. He turned the trucks’ key to the position that allowed him to run the radio. With musical accompaniment, Puck and Mercedes turned to each other. “Lil Mama, Mercedes. I want to be real with you. I want you to know that I’m really like you. I’m not just out to fuck you…though I hope that one day soon I will get the chance. But I think I could really love you.” The badass said sincerely, "I've lost count how many times I have said to Finn that you would be brilliant in the sack."

"You two discuss having sex with me now do you?" Mercedes asked incredulously, her eyebrow arching as she tried to figure out exactly where Puck was going with this.

"Of course we have, what red blooded male wouldn't with a girl like you?" Puck said confidently.

"Like me?" Mercedes repeated.

"Hell yeah. I mean…You are one of those girls that grow on you. The kind of girl who every time you look at them they become more and more beautiful and everyone can see that but them." He answered.

Mercedes looked at him closely and even in the dim light of the truck she could see the sincerity and something more in his eyes. She realized that Puck would never be a poet, but he was trying to pay her a compliment in his own Puckish way. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She sucked gently on his top lip and then on his bottom one. He opened his mouth and she let her head fall to the side, covering his mouth more fully with her own. She worked his mouth gently in an effort to relax them both. He began to move his mouth against hers, tipping his head a little for better angle. Mercedes tongue darted out and flicked over Puck’s teeth.

Puck’s hand caressed her boot covered knee as his other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer. As their kisses deepened, Puck’s hand slid up the outside of Mercedes thigh. Their kisses grew more and more passionate. Mercedes allowed her tongue to once more memorize the contours of Puck’s mouth. Mercedes hands were not idol. She was trying to push his jacket off his shoulders. He helped her get the jacket gone and slid his hand up her skirt over the silk stockings and their lace tops, until he was finally able to touch her smooth warm skin of her thigh.

Mercedes groaned into his mouth, loving the feel of his calloused fingers on her skin. She broke the kiss to catch her breath. Puck, however, couldn’t break contact. He slid his slightly open mouth along her jaw planting nippy kisses as he went. He found that the point where her jaw met her neck caused Mercedes to let out a moan of such pure pleasure that it drove Puck wild. He growled to himself. Mercedes’ sounds of pleasure were making him completely insane. The badass grabbed his diva by the hips and lifted her across his lap. As soon as she was straddling his thighs, he slipped both hands under the hem of her dress, over and around her hips to grab her ass. The he returned his attention to finding her pleasure points. "Mama, I marked you. I marked your sweet skin so everybody knows your mine."

Mercedes shivered and pulled back. When her eyes were locked with his she asked. "Can I leave a mark on you?" Puck let out a groan and nodded.

"I would love for you to mark me, Mama." He angled his head back so she could have access to any part of him she wanted. She started at his jawline and kissed her way down. She nipped his adams apple but continued to the side until she reached the same spot at the junction of his jaw and neck. She licked it slowly and Puck's cock grew harder. Mercedes wiggled against him and Puck growled, but he held still. She started sucking at first but then she used her teeth and bit down. Puck's hands tighten on her waist and he managed to grind out. "Harder, Lil Mama. Bite me harder." She was a little shocked that he wanted her to bite him harder, but she did. When Puck moaned again, she pulled back and looked at the mark. It was dark and ugly looking. He saw the look of shock on her face and he knew it must be ugly. Puck didn't care. He wanted it and sometimes he liked it rough. He however would never hurt her.

Once again Mercedes’ lips claimed Puck’s. Their kisses were frenzied and more passionate than any Puck had ever experienced before. Puck’s hands were bunching the dress up so it was gathered around her hips as he fingered my miniscule black lace boy cut panties. She had been taking a detached pleasure in the feel of his hands on my skin, more absorbed in the sounds and taste of him, when she suddenly felt his fingers enter her from behind. The surprised groan that escaped from deep in Mercedes’ throat was clogged by Puck’s tongue and he must have felt the rumble because he emitted a curse in Yiddish. His fingers continued to play with her entrance. Teasing her drenched vulva, and creeping up to flick her engorged clit.

Mercedes threw her head back and screamed out. Her body shook, shivered and convulsed with her first ever social orgasm. Masturbation, even to completion never prepared her for the waves upon waves of pleasure and bliss that rode her body. Puck smiled in satisfaction, knowing that he was giving her this first taste of real gratification. He slid the tip of his finger into her clenching tunnel, and swirled it gently; prolonging her orgasm, and his own pleasure. When Mercedes finally concluded her minutes of ardor and delight, Puck gently removed his drenched fingers from her pussy, he had to know. He brought his hand to his face inhaling the gentle sweetly musky scent of Mercedes passion, without noticing that Mercedes’ brown eyes were watching him closely, he touched his finger to his tongue.

The first taste of Mercedes on his tongue sent Puck’s senses reeling. He meticulously cleaned her juices off his finger and palm, never hearing his own desperate whimpers of joy. Mercedes watched all of this, never before had she even heard of anything like this, and yet the way Puck was licking her essence off his hand had her enraptured. Smiling to herself, she slid back a bit on his lap and fought with his belt. As soon as she got his pants opened, she reached in and fished out Puck Jr. She hesitated for just a moment, before grabbing his jacket and pulling out the handkerchief Puck had tucked into his inner pocket. She used the kerchief to protect his pants, and clenched her fist around the nine inch tower of flesh. The eye was already weeping, so she slowly moved her hand up and down on the shaft. Looking at Puck’s face, she was gratified to see that his head was thrown back in, what she assumed was, pleasure. For the first time in her life, Mercedes found herself grateful for all the time she spent surfing the net, reading stories her parents would kill her for. She may have never actually done this before but in the words of Hermione Granger…she’d read all about it.

Gripping the turgid flesh of Puck’s Arousal firmly, she slid her fist up and down the shaft, making sure to sweep her thumb over the crown with her thumb. Her hand was almost too small to grip Puck Jr. correctly so she added her free hand. Working both hands up and down, Mercedes almost crowed in delight as she listened to the sweetly erotic sounds of Puck’s ardor. She leaned down and caught Puck’s lips in a searing kiss, and that was it. He shouted out a warning against her lips and she barely had time to get the handkerchief into position to catch the copious evidence of Puck’s extreme enjoyment of her actions. Mercedes looked down and noticed that despite her care a rope of cum had landed on her hand. It looked very pearly white against the chocolate of her skin. Sporting a naughty smile she brought her hand up to her mouth and once more locked gazes with Puck, deep brown eyes locked with honey amber orbs as she darted her tongue out and captured the errant jizm. With a dainty slurp, Mercedes pulled his flavor across her tongue. The sound Puck made as he watched that was guttural, primal, and completely blissful. "God Mercedes. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked as he ran his hand the length of her torso.

Anything she may have said in response was interrupted by the beeping of her cell phone’s alarm, signaling the fact that they only had fifteen minutes before her curfew. The couple shared a few more kisses as they straightened their clothes. Mercedes fixed her face as Puck drove them to her house. It was a race but they managed to get her home with a full three minutes to spare. Their last kiss was hurried, but sweet. Puck texted Mercedes to let her know that he’d made it home safe and sound. They shared how much they’d enjoyed the evening. Both agreed that they would have to wait until Monday to see each other again. Mercedes had church in the morning and they both had homework and their glee assignments to work on.

~~~Text Messages~~~

MercyMe0My:  :*

Puckzilla: :* back…but I thought you were at church.

MercyMe0My:  I am at church, and today’s sermon is the Ten Commandments, see I can text & pay attention. I just had to talk to you…this is as close as I can get for now.

Puckzilla: Man Mama. That was the best date of my life. I gotta say you shocked the hell out of me though.

MercyMe0My:  Shocked me 2, I didn’t think I could be so…

Puckzilla: bold, sexy, sensual, naughty?

MercyMe0My:  Yeah those. Besides it is all your fault.

Puckzilla: What? How?

 

MercyMe0My:  Well, if you weren’t so sexy, and didn’t do that hand licking thing…we’d have stayed pg-pg13

Puckzilla: Well if you weren’t so fucking sexy and didn’t taste better than that damn chocolate mousse we had last night, I wouldn’t have done the hand licking thing. Lil Mama, we’ve gotta figure out some time for me to get a taste of your cream directly from the source.

MercyMe0My:  Maybe I can try yours 2.

Puckzilla: cmk,des Sorry dropped the phone. My hands are frickin shaking and I just got hard in like no seconds…Don’t play with my emotions Mama.

MercyMe0My:  Not playing. It didn’t taste anywhere near as bad as I thought it would. It was actually kind of sweet.

Puckzilla: Big smoothie every morning. Tons of pineapple and mango and other sweet fruits. One of the MILFS I used to know got me started with that a few years ago.

MercyMe0My:  Well thanks the Lord for the MILF…Crap gotta run. Sermon’s over. TTFN.

Puckzilla: OK. Be good. TTYL Sexy Mama.

 

~~~Must Be Doin’ Something Right~~~

Monday Puck rushed through his morning absolutions, and made it to Mercedes’ house in record time. They made it to the school early and made out in the cab of the truck until Finn roused them and made them head into school. The day was a complete blur, Mercedes was so focused on the Glee rehearsal, she aced a history pop quiz without even realizing what it was she was doing. Puck was so distracted he actually attended his math class. Finally it was time for Glee. There was not a single straggler. Everyone was present and accounted for when Mr. Schuester entered the room.

Immediately upon him setting down his things, Rachel sprang out of her seat. “Mr. Schue, I am ready to demonstrate my staggering talent through the works of Aretha Franklin.”

“Rachel, we’ll handle this randomly. Each person has the same chance to be the first soloist today.” Mr. Schue said calmly. With a random poke at the list, he called out Mike’s name.

Mike’s performance was VERY dance intensive. The lyrics to the song weren’t complex. And everyone enjoyed watching him move all over the room.

Brittany was the next to perform, and her version of Dream On managed to somehow be a sweet and stirring ballad.  

Puck was next. Taking Blaine’s advice, he’d reworked the lyrics quite a bit. He dragged Rachel to the front and sat her on a stool. Then he walked over to Finn and, with a smile, squeezed his shoulder to show that this was for him.

"Giddy On Up"

Woo hoo!



Baby where you been, it's half past ten.

Oh, look you're late again.

Busy day, got a lot on your mind?

You should hear about mine.

A tall drink of water and a pretty little thing

Were kissing on the corner in the pouring rain.

Turned my head to get a better view

Oh Lord, help me it was you.

   

           Rachel popped up looking vastly offended and more insulted than she usually did even after taking a slushie to the face.

Didn't love me

I ain't no fool

Didn't love me

No, no, no, no.

Love, love you let me down

Making this too easy

Love, Love you let me down

Think you should be leaving

Love, love you let me down

Let me down

No you won’t string me along

You better be moving on

Giddy on up

Giddy on out



(Oh I ain't finished. Sit back down.)

        

Puck pushed Rachel back to the stool with one finger.

Been acting pretty strange, didn't want to talk.

Mmm, there's a pep in your walk

Smiling a lot when you look at your phone

There's a change in your tone.

I've been through your pockets and smelled your shirts

I don't like Bath and Body Works

Should've seen the signs you were sneakin' around

he must be the number on the napkin I found.



Didn't love me

I ain't no fool

Didn't love me

No, no, no, no.

Love, love you let me down

Making this too easy

Love, Love you let me down

Think you should be leaving

Love, love you let me down

Let me down

Oh you won’t string me along

You better be moving on

Giddy on up

Giddy on out



Oh let me tell you

I guess you could say that I was blind

I was blinded by my love (uh-huh)

I did everything for you

And now push has come to shove

So let’s call the spade to spade

Was it worth the price you paid? (uh-uh)

Now I am done, I'm the lucky one

And you can sleep in the bed you've made.

           

 Puck gave Rachel a hard look, praying that maybe she would finally get the message to back off Finn and allow him to heal.

Didn't love me

I ain't no fool

Didn't love me

No, no, no, no.

Love, love you let me down

Making this too easy

Love, Love you let me down

Think you should be leaving

Love, love you let me down

Let me down

Oh you won’t string me along



Love, love you let me down

Making this too easy

Love, Love you let me down

Think you should be leaving

Love, love you let me down

Let me down

You won’t string me along

You better be moving on

Giddy on up

Giddy on out

 

“That was for you, Finn. I figure I owe you that one.” Puck said as he took a seat. Rachel ran over to her seat and hid her face behind her sheet music.

“Whoa, Puck, that was really really good. It was interesting to see how a few very minor changes to the lyrics completely changed to background. Hearing it, I’d have never known that it was originally from the female point of view. Good Job.” Mr. Schuester said proudly. “However maybe next time, warn someone before you use them in such an embarrassing way. Lauren. You’re next.”

Lauren did her song, glaring at Santana the entire time. She was followed by Sam, and then Quinn, whose voice actually managed to flow completely smoothly over the lyrics and Whitney’s melodies. Tina was the last to go for Monday’s glee practice.

"Somebody”

At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk

When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup

He jokes about his love life

And tells her he's 'bout ready to give up

That's when she says, "I've been there before

But keep on lookin' 'cause maybe who you're lookin' for is..."

 

        During the first verse, Tina walked to Puck and Mercedes and linked their hands.

Somebody in the next car

Somebody on the morning train

Somebody in the coffee shop

That you walk right by everyday

Somebody that you look at

But never really see

Somewhere out there is somebody



Across town in a crowded elevator

He can't forget the things that waitress said

He usually reads the paper

But today he reads a strangers face instead

It's that blue-eyed girl from two floors up

Maybe she's the one maybe he could fall in love with

     

     As she allowed her voice to play with the melodies of the second verse she linked Quinn’s hand with Finn’s giving the two teens a perky smile.

Somebody in the next car

Somebody on the morning train

Somebody in the coffee shop

That you walk right by everyday

Somebody that you look at

But never really see

Somewhere out there is somebody



Now they laugh about the moment that it happened

A moment they'd both missed until that day

When he saw his future in her eyes

Instead of just another friendly face

And he wonders why he searched so long

When she was always there at that diner waiting on

           

As she sang the last verse, she pulled Mike up and the entire room was enraptured as they watched her sing to the dancer who held her heart.

Somebody in the next car

Somebody on the morning train

Somebody in the coffee shop

That you walk right on by everyday

Somebody that you look at

But never really see

Somewhere out there is somebody

 

“Tina, that was truly moving. A great invocation of romance and longing, with just a touch of what might have been. That was great.” Mr. Schuester looked around at those who hadn’t yet sung. “The rest of you have your work cut out for you, trying to top what we’ve already seen. Unfortunately, that was all we can get to today. We’ll see the rest of you on Thursday.”

The week flew past. Puck and Mercedes managed to at least talk and text every evening as well as spend each lunch together. They made plans to spend all day Saturday together as well. Before they knew it, Thursday had arrived and with it, Glee rehearsal.

Rachel managed to be the very first one to go on Thursday. Somehow she managed to turn the Aretha Franklin song into a Broadway version. Over singing on the quiet deeply meaningful portions and blasting the end notes as though she was back on the ‘vitamins’ from Mrs. Schuester.

She was followed by Sam, who did Broadway much better than Rachel had worked Aretha. Finn went next and the who room could tell that he not only truly enjoyed performing the 3Doors down classic, but that he kind of identified with the meaning of the lyrics. Artie went next. He gave Creed a new touch, turning the song from an alternative contemporary Christian song, to a pure gospel version that made every one sit up a bit more proudly and hopeful.  

Finally Mr. Schue called Mercedes. The R&B diva pulled Puck up to the stage with her. She got him settled on a stool and then dragged Tina to a chair at the front as well. With a nod at the piano player, she began quietly.

"F’in' Perfect"

       Mercedes stood behind Puck with her hands on his shoulders. She tried to use the lyrics to let him know that his past was just that…the past. She knew that he kept cringing when he would mention chicks gone by. She never wanted him to think that it bothered her.

     

Made a wrong turn once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly life



Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss 'No way, it's all good'

It didn't slow me down.

Mistaken, always second guessing

Underestimated, look I'm still around



Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than f’ing perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you're f’ing perfect to me

       

                          Mercedes moved to Tina, as she crooned the second verse, she wrapped her arms about her friend. The Asian girl had come leaps and bounds forward in her confidence, but she still, so often fell back to not liking herself despite what a great person she was.  

You're so mean when you talk

About yourself. You were wrong.

Change the voices in your head

Make them like you instead.



So complicated,

Look happy, You'll make it!

Filled with so much hatred

Such a tired game

It's enough, I've done all I could think of

Chased down all my demons

I've seen you do the same

(ohh ohhhhhhh)



Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than f’ing perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you're f’ing perfect to me

    

             During the third verse, Mercedes stolled trough the room letting each of her glee-mates, their band, and even Mr. Schue himself understand that there was not a single thing she would change about any of them. She even included Rachel.

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in line and we try, try, try but we try too hard

And it's a waste of my time.

Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere

They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair

Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?



Pretty, pretty, pretty



Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than f’ing perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing than you're f’ing perfect to me

(you're perfect, you're perfect)

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you're f’ing perfect to me

The last chorus was belted with such absolute sincerity and depth of feeling, there was not a doubt in anyone’s mind that Mercedes was the girl to beat.

SONGS:

Giddy On Up, Giddy On Out by Laura Bell Bundy

Somebody by Reba McEntire

F’ing Perfect by P!nk