Disclaimer: No I don't own glee or The good natured
Chapter 1:
"I swear MJ I was about two seconds from slapping that entitled smirk right off his fucking face"
Mercedes took a lengthy drag from the precariously rolled blunt before handing it off to her friend. Quinn inhaled and relished in the familiar warmth that spread through her chest before continuing,
"I mean it's bad enough that he's basically walking confirmation that Judy was spreading her legs long before dear old daddy's secretary was, but now he's moving in and I'm supposed to call him my brother?" she scoffed "Its bullshit" Quinn sighed in frustration before passing the blunt to Tina who was sitting on the ground engrossed in her phone.
"He thinks he's so fucking bad ass too" Quinn lamented "He's still a pussy little trust fund fucker juvy record be dammed!"
"Wait Lucy Q don't you have a trust fund" Mercedes added chuckling inwardly at her best friend's antics.
"Mercy that's not the point!" Quinn exclaimed pushing her shoulder length pink locks out of her face "I just need this Trouble T's thing to pan out so I can leave Lima and never look back"
"Speaking of the Trouble T's, where the hell are Santana and Brittany?" Mercedes asked "We go on in 15"
"Probably fucking" Tina answered contributing for the first time.
"She speaks!" Mercedes exclaimed in mock surprise.
"Yeah I was starting to think Mike took your brain along with your virginity" Tina gave Quinn the finger before returning her attention to her phone.
"Right Q like her virginity was still intact" Mercedes teased before erupting into laughter with her best friend
"HA HA HA very funny" Tina countered "But two words bitches … Noah Puckerman"
Quinn and Mercedes both deadpanned simultaneously remembering how the mohawked hellion conned them both out of their panties 9th grade year. He had the self-proclaimed sisters at each other's throats over him.
"That prick" Quinn scoffed at the memory.
Mercedes lifted herself off of the side of the brick building and looked around trying to spot the duo known in their circle as Britanna.
"Fuck waiting let's just go in". Tina checked her reflection in her phone before rising from her previous stance on the ground and throwing her arm around Quinn's shoulders,
"WE ARE GOING TO KILL IT TONIGHT!" she screamed earning the trio a few stares from passerby's. Quinn linked her free arm around Mercedes' waist before replying "that we are".
…..
The girls erupted into a chorus of "JIMAY, YO JIM" and "JIM JAM'S" upon approaching the door.
"Hey girls" the bouncer greeted in return.
Jimmy brooks may have looked intimidating at 6'5 and 300lbs but the bouncer had a heart of gold. When T, Q, MJ, San and Britt, or the Trouble T's as they liked to call themselves, first came to his door pandering fake Id's at 14, he let them go with a slap on the wrist, and a promise that in 2 years he'd let them in providing that they stay out of the clubs until then. He quickly developed a soft spot for the even became chummy with the loud mouth hoard of teenage boys that followed them around. Of course the girls had engaged in some less then wholesome behavior over the years, but Jimmy knew that (despite how vehemently they denied it) that they were good kids. So he kept his promise, kept creeps away from his girls, made sure they didn't drink themselves into oblivion, and even got them a gig singing at the spot. Jimmy liked to think he was doing a good enough job, no one was dead or jailed, and with this lot that was an accomplishment.
"How was the surgery Jim Jam"
"It went good T, but I missed you guys"
"Well I'm certainly glad you're back, Ricky was an ass hat"
"Eloquent as ever I see Quinny "Jimmy answered with a deep chuckle
"Well he was!"
"Why because he did what I should have done three years ago and kept you kids out of the bars" Jimmy teased
"How's the family Jimmy"
"Pretty good MJ, my Ashley is going after your title" he answered letting the girls through the rope.
"Wait what title" Tina asked as Mercedes tried desperately to signal Jimmy not to divulge.
"Little Miss Lima"
"WHAT?" Quinn asked with a snort. Tina cackled with laughter tears quickly forming
"Wait you didn't know, Mercy was Little Miss Lima 1999"
"Thanks Jimmy" Mercedes exclaimed sarcastically before walking into the club.
Quinn and Tina followed diving even further into hysterics when Quinn curtsied insisting that respect must be shown in the presence of a queen.
….
Sam downed a shot hoping that the liquor would make this shit hole entertaining. He had only been in Lima for two days and he'd already found the booze, the drugs, and a somewhat solid group of guy friends, now he was just bored. One would think his dad shipping him off to live with his mother would be jarring, but Sam was used to moving around. He went from boarding school to boarding school since the age of five, accumulating a laundry list of juvenile offenses and expulsions as he went. Sam learned at a young age that bad behavior was the only way to get his workaholic father's attention, and what began as a ploy for acknowledgement, grew into a general penchant for deviancy. Sam's transgressions were often met with a stern talking to, a new city to fuck around in, and more money to blow it was a never ending cycle. Sam did admit crashing his father's brand new BMW in a drunken stupor was a bit much. The stunt resulted in Mr. Evans offering an ultimatum, Lima with his mom, or military school. Sam decided that a buzz cut was not quite his style.
Judy was alright he supposed, nice enough, but her daughter with that Fabray Fucker was a frigid bitch. He was only kidding when he suggested that she sleep outside after she wailed about moving her little band's shit to the basement to make space for him, but she called him a pompous asshole anyway. Sam inwardly scoffed"some sister, I wouldn't spit on her if she was on fire".
What was even was even more unbearable about Lima was the lack of women. He was yet to meet a single fuck worthy girl. And if there was anything Sam loved more than getting into trouble it was sex. Finding out just what buttons to push to leave a girl breathless with his name on her lips was his specialty. He scanned the club sizing up prospects when the stage caught his attention.
"Stop what you're doing hey . . . come on over what can I do today"
"Fuck me" Sam thought taking in the girl at the microphone
"See me standing naked hot for you when I'm taking it all off for you"
Her black shiny high waist shorts hugged her ample ass perfectly, the oversized off the shoulder gray t shirt tucked haphazardly into her shorts was just thin enough to make out her red bra through the fabric, her legs were clad in sheer tights with black bow imprints on the backs of the thighs, and floral doc martens completed the ensemble.
"So we're standing all alone (wuh oh wuh oh) and I am naked to the bone (wuh oh wuh oh)"
Sam made his way to the stage slack jawed desperate to get a closer look
"Rip it all off give it what you got rip it all off so hot don't stop"
The front half of her long dark purple streaked hair was done up in a retro swirl and thick black winged eyeliner accentuated her big brown fuck me eyes
"Now you can see my skeleton"
She shook her head around wildly revving up the crowd
"You never speak of this"
She caressed the microphone stand all the while staring fiercely at the audience
"Keep this firmly placed in between your lips"
Sam bit his lips to stifle the a groan, the show she was putting on made him wish he was that microphone stand
"But I'm standing naked hot for you when I'm taking it all off for you. So we're standing all alone (wuh oh wuh oh) and I am naked to the bone (wuh oh wuh oh). Rip it all off give it what you got rip it all off so hot don't stop now you can see my skeleton."
Sam watched as she commanded the floor, slapping the pink haired girl (which he recognized to be his half-sister) on the ass, and kissing the blond drummer on the cheek before returning to center stage
"You make me strip you make me sweat what you see is what you get"
She leapt up on the amp shook her hips pointing at the crowd
"You make me strip you make me sweat what you see is what you get"
"Close your mouth it's big enough already" Puck taunted laughing at his new friend's expression
"Who is that" Sam asked still dazed
"Which one" Puck asked Sam only nodded
"Well T's on the keyboards, Quinn's on the bass, that's Santana on lead guitar, her girlfriend Britts is on the drums and the one out front –"
"Yeah the front "Sam managed to sputter
"That's Mercedes or MJ"
"Mercedes" Sam whispered to himself
Puck watched as Mercedes took a bow and winked at the audience "Ha good luck with that one" he said before patting Sam on the back and going to find the other guys.
…..
Mercedes broke free of the vice grip her girls sandwiched her after leaving the stage. "Hell fucking yes we slayed!" she screamed still pumped, high on post-performance elation.
"MJ you were magical just like a unicorn"
"Thanks Britts"
Quinn hugged Santana and Brittany, high fived Tina and Kissed Mercedes on the cheek before heading towards to exit
"Hey where are you going? It's still early bitch" Mercedes said grabbing her friends hand to stilt her movement
"The set is over right? I have to go"
"What she means is I have to Joe"
Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana's pun "Whatever I'm trying to get thoroughly fucked my friend"
Mercedes face palmed at her soul sister's bluntness before yelling out "use condoms" after her
"Alrighty then" Mercedes exclaimed turning to Santana and Brittany "Anyone seen Puck? Because hell if I'm spending tonight sober"
"Somewhere lurking in the back as usual" Santana answered before letting Brittany pull her towards the bathrooms.
….
By the time she found Puck it was fifteen minutes later and Mercedes was annoyed.
"Well well well Mercedes Jones, what brings you to the Puckster business or pleasure?" Puck asked cocking his eyebrow
"Business asshole pills?" she answered
Despite his frequent questionable endeavors, Noah Puckerman still considered himself to be a morally upstanding individual. In fact he took part in at least one or two good deeds each month. Last month he'd let Blaine Anderson off the hook, briefly suspending his weekly dumpster tossing, and this week he was going to do another good deed, help new kid Sam Evans get laid.
Puck smiled smugly to himself before answering "I don't have em, see that blond kid at the bar he does"
Mercedes rolled her eyes and made her way towards the bar. She almost smiled when he turned around abandoning his drink to stare at her "damn" she thought "He's cute, sexy even". The closer she got to him the more she liked, his blond hair was coifed into a pompadour, his pillowy lips quirked into a lopsided grin and his smoldering green eyes bore into her. "Good style too" she noted internally, he wore black docs similar to hers, jeans, a smedium white Henley and a broken in leather jacket. He reminded her of James Dean in Rebel without a Cause, she was in trouble alright, Big trouble. Remembering that he was Puck's friend and that was simultaneous with douchebag, Mercedes painted on or typical face of indifference.
"Pills?"
"Woah woah woah little missy shouldn't we get acquainted first? My name is Sam Evans you'll be screaming it later" the blond answered with a cocky grin
"Excuse me" Mercedes replied shooting him her signature side eye trying to ignore the warmth between her thighs at his comment
"I'm just saying, I figured you'd want to know what name you'll be screaming out when you're lying under me begging for release, it's inevitable really." Sam said as nonchalantly as if he was discussing the weather
"Look Sam or whatever your name is three things, One either you have the pills or you don't , Two do you honestly think I would go anywhere near your rank two inch dick, and Three, If we ever were to fuck it would be my name you'd be screaming you arrogant little shit"
Sam shot her a strangely familiar smirk before grabbing her waist, spinning her around, and pressing her against the bar "does that feel like its two inches Miss Jones" he whispered Mercedes bit her lip before pushing the boy away
"Look just give me the pills"
Sam was about halfway to his pocket when he had a brilliant idea. He winked at Mercedes before throwing the Oxy's into his mouth " I guess if you want them you have to take them"
Mercedes didn't even care about the drugs anymore, this was a challenge
"Tick tock they're melting" he taunted
And Mercedes Jones never backed down from a challenge. She grabbed the boy's face and retrieved the pills from his mouth with her tongue before hastily releasing him. She wasn't finished with him though; oh no, she was going to make Sam Evans her little bitch. Before even he could form the smug smirk again, Mercedes grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him away from the bar and into a corner.
Sam could have sworn that he'd died and gone to Pandora when Mercedes pulled him into a corner and brought his head down to her level. He felt as though an intense heat was building up from his toes at her touch it was like fucking lightning. Mercedes fisted her hands into is hair and ghosted her lips over his. Sam grabbed her ass clutching her to him. He gasped as she began to grind her hips into his. Desperate to kiss her, Sam tried to join their lips together. Mercedes yanked him back by the hair not letting their lips touch. Sam hissed from the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Shit" Sam said breathily "Fuck MJ"
"What do you want Sam" Mercedes purred "do you want me to fuck you"
"Yes" he whimpered exasperated and fed up with the teasing "Please Mercy"
Before he realized what was happening Mercedes had released him and was making her way back over to the bar holding her middle finger high in the air and leaving him with a severe case of blue balls
"Gladly" Sam yelled after her
"Yep I've got to have her" he thought
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