A/N: Hey, so, this is my first story! Enjoy!
Chapter One – Mercedes
Mercedes was hungry.
Ever since she rejoined the Cheerios (After much persuasion from Kurt, she might add.) Coach Sylvester has been on her case about her weight. Again. After the last fiasco, Mercedes decided that she was going to try a healthy diet this time, instead of starving herself and getting any more food-people hallucinations.
So here she was, sitting alone at a lunch table, with only a Caesar salad to satisfy her.
"Why don't you try this?" an airy voice said behind her. Mercedes turned to see Brittany, holding up a cup of a clear liquid. Behind Brittany was a smirking Santana.
"We told you about it before," Santana said, "It's 'Sue Sylvester's Master Cleanse'"
"Only," Brittany continued, "We made it yummy. Now, it doesn't taste like a sandy armpit anymore. Try it!" Brittany shoved the cup into Mercedes' hand, smiling broadly.
"Um, okay," Mercedes said. She sniffed the liquid warily and raised her eyebrows. "This smells sweet!" she said. She took a sip. "Dang, white girl, what did you put in this?"
Brittany glanced down at her arm. "I'm not white," she stated, "I'm pink! See?" She lifted her arm for Mercedes to see.
Yes, you are pink, Brittany," Mercedes sighed, "But seriously, what did you put in this? It's the bomb!"
"Well, first, I put in-"Brittany was cut off by a sharp nudge in the ribs by Santana.
"Don't tell her, B!" She exclaimed, "It's a surprise, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," Brittany agreed, "A surprise. Shhh, it's a secret!" She giggled. "'Kay, San. Let's go. I've gotta show you the note that that squirrel left me!" Brittany linked pinkies with Santana and quickly dragged the confused Latina away. "And remember," Brittany yelled over her shoulder, "Drink every drop!"
"Squirrel?" Mercedes thought, "That girl is dumber than Kurt is gay. But she makes really good diet shakes."
Mercedes sipped the drink. It was sweet, with a tangy aftertaste that made her throat tingle. But all of a sudden, that tingle turned into a burn. Mercedes' eyes watered, and she choked, running to the bathroom. It felt as though acid was eating its way through her esophagus. She gagged furiously, attempting to make herself vomit out that evil liquid. Mercedes felt her throat contract, making it harder for her to breathe. The lack of oxygen caused her to become quite dizzy. "Help," she choked before losing consciousness and falling to the floor, the almost-empty cup rolling out of her hand.
A pair of tinkling laughs floated out of the last stall. Footsteps echoed eerily as the laughers strode across the bathroom, one of them stooping to pick up the cup.
"Aww," Brittany whined, "She didn't drink every drop! Look!" she pushed the cup in front of Santana's face.
"It's okay, B," Santana said, running her fingers through Brittany's blonde ponytail, "It still did its job. I can't believe your plan actually worked!"
A/N: Like I said before, it's my first story. I know it wasn't the best, but I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong. Please review!