This is the long awaited sequel to I Coulda Been Your Cellmate. It starts right where we left off but literally three days later. This story is 45 chapters long so you won't have to worry about it being too long.

So enjoy and review!

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Mercedes Jones walked down the stairs slowly. She was more and more tired lately. She reached the bottom level and walked towards the kitchen for a drink.

She reached the kitchen and stopped briefly in surprise. "Hey!"

"Hey." Her sister, Marcy looked up from what she was doing.

"What are you doing in here?" She went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Making dinner."

Mercedes frowned and looked at the clock on the microwave. "It's three o'clock!"

"I know. I hope by the time she gets here, it'll be ready."

"Who?"

"Ellen."

Mercedes grew excited. "You're making dinner for Ellen?!"

"Why do you have to ruin stuff?" Marcy looked at her.

"Where are your hormones?! Be happy you're getting romantic!"

"Romantic?" Marcy wrinkled her nose.

Mercedes pouted. "Why can't you just do this for me?!"

Marcy's eyes widened in horror. "Anna! Anna!"

"Why are you calling Annie?!" Mercedes stopped crying and put her hands on her hips.

"Because I'm not about to deal with you. Better get Anna or Puck to care about your mood swings."

"I am not having a mood swing!"

"Get out."

"No!" Mercedes stomped a foot.

"You can't stay here and bug me to death."

"I'm not! I'm sorry, okay! I just want to be with you!"

Marcy's lip curled. "Why'd you say it like that? You've been with me for two fucking years."

"Stop cursing. The twins could hear you." Mercedes chastised.

"They're upstairs with Mal."

"Ooh! What are they doing?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

Mercedes poked Marcy. "Stop it. Your baby's gonna come out cursing."

"At least she'll have a colorful vocabulary."

"My baby's not going to know what curse words are." Mercedes smiled brightly.

"Not with Pucker Up as her daddy she will." Marcy snorted.

Mercedes poked her again. "Stop talking about my man! You know it confounds him when you call him that!"

"It ain't my fault he's easily confounded." Marcy sassed.

"You confound him! He's never met anyone like you."

"Has any of them?" Marcy teased.

"Not ever."

Marcy laughed. "Are you going to help me or just stand there looking at me?"

"I didn't want to intrude!" Mercedes leaned on the counter of the island. "What are you making?"

"Nothing is cohesive. It's just a bunch of stuff I've wanted while locked up." Marcy shrugged. "I'm making Cheesy Baked Ziti, Seven Layer Salad, Twice Baked Potato Casserole, Broccoli Salad, steak and Cheddar Biscuits with a Berry Sangria."

"Wow! All of that sounds so good! I want that!"

"I'm making Chocolate Dipped Pretzel Sandwiches, Chocolate Dipped Raspberries, Smoothie Pops, Baked Apples and a crumble for dessert."

"Why are you making so many different things?"

"I told you. It's what I've wanted. I also want Chinese but I think Shrimp Fried Rice might be a little much."

"No, it isn't!" Mercedes insisted. "I miss Chinese food so much! Ooh! Can I come to your romantic dinner?!"

"It's not romantic!"

"Then I can come!" Mercedes smiled.

"*!" Marcy rolled her eyes. "Yes, you can come!"

"Yay! Can Annie? And maybe Noah? Please?"

"I swear!"

"Please?! I haven't seen him yet! He was with his grandmother this weekend."

"You'll see him soon enough if Daddy them get their way."

Mercedes pouted. "I know. I mean I'd love to marry Noah but just because I'm pregnant? So mean."

Marcy lifted a shoulder.

"But you telling Daddy no? He fussed all weekend and this morning long. You know when he comes home from work, he's going to keep arguing."

"I'm not getting married. I don't care what that man says."

"You know we're going to get married. Daddy's not going to let this go again. You got lucky that we got locked up so he couldn't make you go through with it."

Marcy rolled her eyes. "To tell the truth, I wouldn't mind getting married. Maybe it's the hormones but being with Mal sounds good."

"Yay!" Mercedes hugged a disgruntled Marcy. "You're going to marry Mal!"

"Not yet I'm not." Marcy pushed her away.

"You're going to put Daddy through his paces?"

"Well duh. Plus I want Elle."

"You want Ellen? But you can't have her anymore."

"Says you. I'm going to have her."

"So you want to get three-way married?" Mercedes was confused.

"I suppose."

"I want to get three-way married!"

"You copy cat!"

"You have the best ideas." She sulked.

"Not all of them are bright." Marcy huffed.

"But come on. This is a great idea. Lucy can have both Finn and Rachel, I can have Noah and Annie and you'll finally have Mal and Ellen."

"I'm not trying to change the world. I just want a boy and a girl."

"Who are you? Mikey?"

"No, I was saying a song lyric."

"What lyric?"

"You know the song. I just twisted it."

"You're nothing if not creative."

"That's a lie." Marcy giggled.

"Giggling Marcy is back." Mercedes hugged her. "I'm going to call the others and invite them to dinner. I'll help you cook."

"Invite what others?"

"Just our siblings and their spouses."

"I guess we should get to work."

"Yup!"

"So how'd you feel doing work with the tutor today?"

Mercedes groaned. "I miss people!"

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Mike opened the door to the Joneses. "We should probably call and see where they are."

"Call is right!" Tina gaped. "This house is huge! They're probably lost!"

Puck frowned. "This isn't a house. It's an apartment building."

"This is the biggest house I've ever seen." Finn's eyes were wide and his mouth was open.

"Really?" Quinn tried to look at it through his eyes.

"Yes!" Rachel twirled around in the large foyer. "How many bedrooms are there?!"

"Thirty plus." Mal said. "Plus staff quarters."

"Thirty bedrooms?!" Ellen was floored.

"How many bathrooms?!" Finn was right behind her.

"Near forty." Mike tried to mentally count.

"Exactly how big is this house?" Puck demanded.

"Um… I forget how many square feet but it sits on fifteen acres."

Mal checked his new cell phone. "Marce and Mercy are coming. We can give you a tour if you want."

"That would be amazing!" Rachel whispered loudly.

"Why are you whispering?" Quinn asked.

"It's like a museum in here."

"I can see that." The Chang brothers nodded in unison.

"How loaded are you people?" Puck wanted to know.

"That's very rude, Puck!" Rachel blushed.

"Well I wanna know!"

Finn facepalmed and shook his head. "We can't just ask. We have to drop hints."

"Oh yeah. You right."

"Guys?!" Rachel stomped a foot.

"You made it!" Mercedes shouted as she, Marcy and Anna walked in from the kitchen.

"Mama! Kick! Mini Mama! If you could buy an island, wink once." Puck said.

"What the fuck?" Marcy stared at him like he was a new species of animal.

"He wants to know how much money we have." Mike said flatly.

"We're worth more than Zeus."

"People say that…" Tina gave her a look. "But I haven't seen them with these kinds of houses."

"It's just a house." Marcy shrugged lightly.

The others stared at her like she lied. "Just a house?!"

"It is." Mal supported.

"I want a tour! Can we have a tour of this magnificent house please?" Tina begged.

"Let's start upstairs." Marcy pointed to the steps.

Ellen went to her and took her hand. "Mal said that was your car he picked me up in. Is it true?"

"Travis? Yeah." Marcy started up the steps.

"I've never seen a car like that."

"I know. He's one of a kind. I built him by myself and he's the only car like him on the planet."

"You built a car?" Puck didn't believe it.

"Daddy is a engine head." Mercedes explained. "He loves anything to do with cars and he taught us how to work on them. When we learned all we could, he bought us car skeletons and we had to build our own cars from the tires up."

"Holy fuck! Really?!"

"Yep."

"Did you all get a car?!"

"Yes." Quinn nodded. "Marcy, Mikey and Marc finished theirs and treat them like they're people, Laura sold hers for charity and Maddie is still working on hers. Mal, Mercy and I aren't done either, even though Mal never started."

"Shut up, Lucy Cab-!"

"Mal!" Quinn cut him off. "Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

"Don't let a pregnant chick kill you. It ain't a good look." Marcy drawled.

"Humph!" Mal sulked.

"What kind of cars do you all have?" Finn asked in the silence. "Kurt's dad is a mechanic and he owns the biggest body shop in the area."

"He told me." Mercedes said. "I have a Caddilac."

"I have a PT Cruiser." Quinn tried to calm down.

"I have a Packard." Mal was still upset at not being able to pick at Quinn.

"What's your car, Marcy? Mike?" Rachel asked.

"Mine's a Lincoln towncar." Marcy said as they reached the third floor.

"I have a Buick." Mike put his hands in his pockets.

"What about your siblings?" Rachel wanted to know.

"Marc has a Rolls Royce."

"Maddie has a Jeep. One of the open ones from the 90s." Marcy added. "Laura had a Chrysler."

"Wow!" Puck was impressed. "You have great cars. I saw that Lincoln and Mike's Buick and they sweet as hell."

"Thanks, kid."

"So how're the rooms up here? Guests?" Tina looked around. "Why are all the doors painted?"

"Because that's how they're decorated on the inside. My favorite color is green so my room is painted green, including my doors."

"How many doors do you have?!"

"Four."

"Why do you have four doors?" Ellen asked.

"My bathroom has French double doors and the closet is one and this is one. Four." Marcy touched the wood.

"Mine is opposite." Mercedes touched her own door. "My bath has one door while my closet is double."

"You both have bathrooms in your bedrooms?!" Tina loved it.

"I usually don't let people in here but come look." Marcy opened her door.

They all crowded around and the outsiders marveled at the room. For one, it was bigger than each of their rooms by half! More than actually.

The walls were white with green ivy, leaves and flowers drawn. Her floors were marble except for the raised window seat platform, which had green carpet. The seat itself was green with pillows and stuffed animals piled on it. The only other thing on the platform was a set up keyboard.

Bookcases were lined up on nearly every wall with a few built in bookcases. They were filled with books and music except for the spaces that held art supplies. Decorative mugs held pens, paintbrushes and pencils. A shelf even held a spot for sharpies and a bleacher style holder for colored pens.

That shelf was by a window that had an easel set up in front of it with two high backed stools. One held a tan fishing tackle box.

A deep emerald green desk was in front of another window with a comfortable black desk chair. A tall filing cabinet was next to it. On the desk was a brand new Apple computer and printer and a TV.

By the last window was a couch and two chairs with a coffee table, two end-tables and lamps. The chairs and couch were overstuffed green and white floral print while the tables were a dark chocolate brown. The lamps were round and white.

A giant four poster bed was against the wall leading to the hallway and had a green spread on it with a million pillows and stuffed animals. A night stand stood on either side in light green. The left one held a few books, a clock, a white lamp and an eyeglass case. The right one held one book, a white lamp, an eyeglass case and a few canisters of film.

Two cribs were set up by bookcases and had rainbow mobiles. Children's toys littered the floor. On the walls were paintings and pictures. They were beautifully done and were actually mostly by Marcy and Mal.

To the right were a set of French doors and a single door. The two doors were a light lily green while the closet door was a deep moss green.

"Want to see the bath or the closet?" Marcy asked.

"You have the coolest room I've ever seen!" Tina gushed.

Marcy gave a short giggle. "Thanks."

Puck picked up a toy. "So you really do have kids."

"Yup."

"Where are they?" Ellen asked.

"They're with Marc and Laura."

"They really like this TV show and not even we could pull them away from it." Mal shrugged.

"Could we see the bathroom first?" Rachel wanted to know.

"Sure." Marcy opened the double doors and they walked inside.

The room was beautiful. The walls were (the inside of an) avocado green with white trim. The floor was still marble but it was a large enough room.

The shower was on the left with enough room for five people. It was covered in brown marble and had a misted glass door. The shower-head was round and the temperature controls was one long ivory handle.

Across the space was a sink that was long enough for double sinks but only had one. The countertop was a pink, blue and butter yellow swirled into white laminate. The mirror was a giant oval.

The sink had storage under it that stored cleaning supplies. Beside the sink was a toilet. It was black porcelain and there was a box beside it with a plunger and scrubber.

The tub was at an awkward angle as it took up quite a bit of room. It was a white jet Jaccuzi tub set nearly waist high. The material surrounding it was a green tile and had plenty of room for the candles that roped it. The fixtures were black.

"What's that?" Rachel pointed to the box beside the toilet.

"It's for flushing." Marcy explained. "It's also a bidet."

"I love that!"

"What's a bidet?" Finn whispered to Puck, who shrugged hopelessly lost.

"I like the window." Ellen pointed to the window above the tub with light green curtains.

"Thanks. I like to have it open when I take baths." Marcy told her.

"Are you thinking about her in the bath now?" Puck whispered to Finn, who blushed and elbowed him.

"Where do you keep your towels?" Rachel asked.

Marcy shut the doors and a dark blue door was revealed. She opened it and the top portion was shelves while the bottom was open. Towels were on the top two shelves while hair supplies, bathing supplies and medicine were on the last. The space underneath was devoted to extra bedclothes, paper towels and bath tissue.

She shut the door and opened the double doors.

"Can we see your closet now?" Tina asked.

"Sure." Marcy led them back out into the room so they could get to the closet. She opened the door.

"No way!" Tina nearly died.

The room was very large, nearly as big as the bathroom. It was painted a dark green with black trim. It only had one window with black curtains behind a long full length mirror. The walls held rods for hangers but there was also standing racks for outfits.

She also had two black six drawer tall dressers with silver knobs in the middle of the room with a large lime green vanity with mirror and matching cafe style chair. She also had a standing jewelry case with mirror in dark cherry even though she had a jewelry boxes on her dresser.

Unlike the other two rooms, this one had dark green carpet and the ceiling held a chandelier.

"Your closet is to die for!" Tina gasped.

"You should see mine." Mercedes smirked. "I have more clothes."

"She does." Mike and Mal said in unison and it was not a compliment.

She swatted both. "Marcy's sharing her closet with Mal but I'm all alone plus I like clothes more than her. She'd run around naked all day if she could but-"

"Hell yeah!" Puck raised his hand for a high-five.

Mercedes hit his chest.

"My bad, Mama."

She gave him a look before turning to Tina. "Anyway, come see my room next."

"Yay!" Tina was excited.

They left Marcy's room and went down the hall and across it to the purple door. Mercedes threw open the door happily. "Tada!"

"Oh my goodness! I love it!" Tina clapped her hands to her face.

"Why is it purple, black and silver?" Rachel asked.

"It's our favorite colors." Quinn smiled.

The walls were purple with black trim and silver accents. The four poster bed was against a wall right next to a purple desk below a window. A purple nightstand was wedged between them. On it was a book, a water-bottle, an eyeglass case, lamp and a clock. The nightstand on the other side was bare save a lamp.

Unlike Marcy's room, Mercedes' floor was light purple carpet. She had a window-seat as well and had pillows and a couple stuffed animals on the violet seat. She had plenty of bookcases that were filled with books and music. By a large window was her couch and chairs, which were a purple stripe. Her tables were black. Her lamps were purple.

The desk held a TV and new computer and printer as well and she had the same chair as Marcy. She had cups of pens on the desk and the window next to it had a telescope in front of it. She also had a keyboard set up nearby.

"What kind of beds are these?" Finn asked. "They're so big."

"They're called the Catalina." Mercedes told him. "They're bigger than a California King."

"Wow!"

"What's this for?" Ellen asked.

"It's for music." Mercedes told her. "Every room has speakers but the bedrooms have sound systems."

"I also have a record player but it's under my bed." Marcy said.

"What are these?" Tina went to a trophy. "I saw them in Marcy's room but I couldn't read what it said. I can't read this one either."

"Our moms put us in pageants when we were younger." Quinn answered. "We won quite a few titles."

"Really?" Tina picked up the trophy. "It has a horse on it. Did you win some kind of horse?"

"We ride horses, too." Marcy smirked. "Mercy's an accomplished barreler."

"What the fuck is that?" Puck asked quietly.

Mike snickered. "We can show you old tapes."

"Good cuz I'm confused as hell."

"Lucy's a great jumper." Mercedes beamed with pride.

"Yeah but Marce is the faster racer in the world." Quinn smiled just as hard.

"Thank you, Big Sis." Marcy hugged her.

"How many trophies have you won?" Ellen asked.

"We've won quite a few. There's trophies, ribbons, sashes, tiaras and certificates."

"So what do they say?"

"This one is for fastest time in Rio. It's in Spanish." Mercedes took the trophy from Tina.

"You must be really good." Tina said.

Mercedes smiled and did a little dance to say "yes but I'm modest about it".

Tina giggled. "Let's see your closet."

"Okay." Mercedes linked their arms and pulled her to the closet. She opened the double lavender doors and flipped on the lights. It looked exactly like Marcy's except her carpet was white and her walls were a light lilac. So were her curtains at the lone window.

Her chandelier was different from Marcy's as well and she had a large squat tan dresser with a mirror and light purple vanity and chair. She even had a dressing dummy.

But she wasn't exaggerating when she said she had more clothes than Marcy. She had racks upon racks of clothes with a tonne of accessories.

"I love it!" Tina twirled around.

"Diva, you have so many…-"

"Fugly animal print?" Marcy supplied.

Rachel blushed. "No! Clothes!"

"Tell her the truth!"

Mal snickered.

"Don't be mean, Marcy." Anna chided.

"Why'd you call me mean?" Marcy pouted.

"I'm not calling you mean."

"You stop that!" Mercedes swatted Marcy's hand.

"You're mean." Marcy sulked.

"Stop it!" Mercedes hugged her. "Let's go to the bathroom now."

"We should hurry up before the food gets cold."

"Ooh! You're right!" Mercedes shooed everyone from the closet and took them to the bathroom. It was much like Marcy's but had lots of purple and gold. And her toilet was white.

"What food did you make?" Mike asked Marcy.

"Don't worry. It's a lot." Marcy smirked.

"I could have a preference!"

Marcy gave him a look.

"I could!"

"But you don't." Mal muttered.

Mike glared at him.

Mal batted his lashes.

"I'm going to kill you one of these days."

Mal used Marcy's arms to hit Mike, making sure she was between them. "Ain't nobody scared of you!"

"You better be glad my little sister is between us or I'd make you disappear."

Mal stuck his tongue out.

Mike moved but Marcy put her hands on his chest. "Don't let him put you back in the hokey."

Mike pointed at him. "I hate you."

"I hate you, too!" Mal bit off.

Mike frowned. "You're lucky you're the only little brother I got."

"I'm lucky you're not the only big brother I got."

Marcy's head dropped forward. "Wouldja quit it?!"

He wrapped his arms around her. "What else do you guys want to see?"

"Well Quinn said you all have rooms here." Rachel said slowly.

"We do." Quinn took her hand and squeezed it. "I'm usually in the blue room."

"So you call them by their colors?" Ellen was shocked.

"Yeah." Mike nodded. "I'm usually in the black room."

"What all colors are there?" Finn wanted to know.

"There's the green room, the purple, the brown (which Marc and Laura are in), black, blue, pink (which used to be Laura's), red, yellow, grey, orange and white." Marcy listed. "Plus there's like three bathrooms up here."

"And this is just the third floor." Finn couldn't believe it.

"Yeah." Marcy led them out. "The attic is this way."

They stood in front of a door.

"Is it like up here or like a normal attic?" Puck asked.

"It's finished. Kinda." Mercedes shrugged. "It's not exposed or anything and it has wallpaper."

"Attics freak me out." Anna admitted.

"We don't have to go up. Let's go back down to the ground floor."

"What about the second floor?" Rachel wanted to know.

"Our parents stay on that floor. It's not that much different than this floor except they don't have color like ours."

"Oh." Rachel was satisfied with that.

They went back down all the stairs and admired all the artwork on the walls and on tables in the hallways.

They stood in the foyer again.

"Where do you want to go first?" Mercedes asked.

"What do you have?" Puck shrugged.

"Let's go to the theater first." Marcy suggested.

"You have a theater?!"

Marcy smiled before walking off. They followed behind her until they came to a great room with double doors. She pushed the brown heavy oak open to reveal a twenty seat theater with brown carpet. The chairs were black leather that reclined with cup holders. The screen stretched across the wall.

On both side walls were shelves full of movies. In the back (by the door) was a concession stand. There was candy, a popcorn machine, a drink machine, the projector and a fridge.

"Are you serious?!" Puck gaped. "This is the best room ever!"

"There's a room I'm pretty sure you're going to love." Mercedes took his arm and led him out. Down the hall, she opened a door and his eyes widened.

"You have a gym! A real gym in your house!" He looked around.

A wall of mirrors faced gym equipment of various aptitudes.

"There's something even better." Marcy led them out and into a large great room.

"What's this room?!" Ellen twirled around.

"It's the ballroom."

"You have a ballroom in your house?" Tina spoke slowly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good heavens." Rachel blew out a breath.

"Let's go to the den." Mike pulled at Tina.

They left and went to the dark paneled room, where Marc and Laura were with Mickey and Mally.

The room was big with a lot of dark furniture and a huge 72" TV. The most exceptional part came from the bar that was in the back. It was dark paneled as well and held many different types of spirits. The room also housed a great fireplace.

"What's up, guys?" Laura noticed them first.

"Hey." Quinn hugged her from behind.

"Hey, Big Sis." Mike grinned and came closer.

"Michael!" Laura leaned away from him.

He huffed. "Nobody was gonna do nothin to you."

"You better not!"

"Calm down. It's bad for the baby."

Marc chuckled.

Laura hit him. "Don't laugh at that! He gets it from you!"

"How did I get in this?!" Marc laughed.

"What's up, Big Brother?" Mike slapped hands with him.

"Nothing, Lil Brother." Marc shook his head.

"Guys, we want to introduce you to some people." Mercedes said as Quinn hugged Marc.

"And who are they?" Marc kissed Quinn's cheek.

"The guys you're going to kill." Marcy sat in a chair.

"Marce!" Mercedes snapped.

"The one huh?" Puck wanted to hear that again.

Marc stood up and looked over the two young men with crossed arms and an angry expression.

Puck and Finn gulped.

"Humph!"

"Marc?" Mercedes pouted. "Meet Noah."

Marc glared at him.

"Marc, this is Finn." Quinn tried to hang off Marc's arm.

Marc simply stared.

Mike giggled. "Aw man, this is good!"

Puck and Finn were too freaked out to take their eyes off of Marc but were totally bent out of shape by Mike abandoning them to his big brother.

"Humph!" Marc turned his back on them and sat down.

Mercedes and Quinn sat on his lap and cuddled him. They spoke to him in Italian.

"We'll see." He said in English.

"I'll take it!" Both popped up as fast as they could. "Come on!"

"Hang on a second." Laura put up a hand.

"Oh no." Both paled.

"Aw yeah." Marcy grinned.

"Can this get any worse?" Finn asked.

"I want to know about these fast little girls that trapped my baby brothers." Laura stated clearly.

"For them." Puck answered Finn.

"Lady!" Mike blushed.

"I would like to know exactly what kind of girls they are. Don't you think I should know?" Laura tossed back.

"Why are you like this?!" Mal was just as embarrassed.

Laura burst into tears and they rushed to comfort her. "I only want the best for my sweet babies and these girls come in here and trap you like this and I'm not supposed to be worried about you?!"

"Laura, don't worry about us! We're okay!" Both spoke in unison by accident.

"How am I supposed to trust you with them?!"

"T's good people." Mike promised.

"Elle's like the sweetest person ever." Mal tacked on.

Laura looked completely unconvinced.

"Come on, Lady." Mike poked her arm. "We know better than to be with bad girls."

"They were in juvie."

"So were we."

"But you're bad."

"Thank you." He said flatly.

"I guess I can give you to them but if you hurt my babies, it's going to take a divine act to keep me off of you!" Laura growled to Tina and Ellen.

Both nodded fearfully.

"Aww!" Marcy sulked. "That wasn't as fun as I hoped for."

"Marce!" Mal snapped.

"Whatever. I'm bored." She stood.

The twins finally started paying attention since their show went off and slid off the couch. "Mommy!"

"Hey, babies!" Marcy bent over before straightening. "Can't do that well!"

"Who these people, Mommy?" Mally demanded.

"They're your new aunts and uncles. And you got another mommy."

"Marcy!" Mercedes waved a hand irritably.

Marcy stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry.

The twins copied her.

"Would you stop?!" Laura narrowed her eyes. "I'm trying to teach them manners!"

"And I'm going to mess all that up." Marcy was unashamed.

"Where's my good little girl?"

"When have I ever been good?"

"In public."

"Damn!"

"Stop it!"

"Damn!" The twins cursed.

"Marcy!"

"Oh crap, I gotta deal with that now." Marcy chuckled.

"Yes, you do! You have to make sure they stay good!"

"Fat lot of good that's going to do for one of them." Marc snorted.

"You gon stop talking about my baby!" Marcy picked Mally up. "It ain't nothing wrong with him!"

"He's just like his parents."

"So?!" Both Marcy and Mal sniped.

"Okay. Keep forgetting that you just got out of juvie."

"Well I don't need this." Marcy left with Mickey on her heels.

"Me either!" Mal glared at Marc, who could not care less. "Screw you!"

"Big baby." Marc rolled his eyes.

"Let's find her before she destroys something." Mercedes led the others out. "Marcy?! Marcy, where are you?!"

"Why are you yelling?" Marcy poked her head out of a parlor.

"I didn't know where you went."

"I knew you were coming out."

"Oh. Okay. We can show you guys this parlor. We have two." Mercedes led the way to the parlor.

It was exquisitely decorated in red and white. Expensive art dripped from every corner. They went to another parlor near the front of the house and it was decorated much the same but in blues and tans and whites. It also held a grand piano, chandelier and fireplace and was bigger.

After, they went to a dining room that would hold at least thirty people and a small dining room for servants. Then they went to a few other rooms that held other things like a couple offices and bedrooms.

"Want to see the pool or the outside first?" Mercedes asked.

"Pool." Puck decided.

Mercedes knew he had his own pool cleaning business. She led them to the pool house that was still inside the home.

It had tile all over with a fifteen foot pool. It had a locker room and sauna. The locker room held bathing suits and towels. There was also a built in hot tub in the pool.

"So cool!" Finn gushed. "You can see outside!" He was talking about the floor to ceiling windows.

"Yes, you can." Mercedes nodded indulgently. "Now let's see the second to last room on this level before going to the basement."

"What's that?" Rachel asked.

"The music room." Marcy answered.

"You have a music room?!"

"Yep." Marcy led the way out.

The room they entered was huge. It was white and tan with instruments everywhere. Large overstuffed chairs were placed strategically for comfort and accessibility. The floor was wood with carpet rugs under the heavy instruments and there was a booth in back with controls.

"Wow!" Rachel looked around.

"You have drums!" Finn geeked out.

"I'm a drummer." Marcy sat in a chair and put Mally down. "I've told you that."

"Are you sure? I think I'd remember that. I've only met one chick drummer before."

"Now you've met two. I'm better."

"Modesty, Marcy." Mercedes chided.

"Modesty's for ugly people."

Puck burst out laughing.

"Oh Noah." Mercedes pursed her lips.

Tina's lips twitched as she went over to a piano. "Do any of you know how to play these?"

"You know I play the cello, babe." Mike sat at it and began playing. "But I know how to play the piano, too and the trumpet."

"Wow! That's so sexy!"

He winked at her.

She blushed and ducked her head.

Marcy elbowed Quinn lightly and pointed to the pair with a smile. Quinn giggled silently and nodded.

"Why do you have so many instruments?" Ellen asked.

"We play them all." Mercedes explained. "We all know how to play the piano but we all play at least another instrument. Except Maddie. She seems like she just wants to perfect the piano."

"What all instruments do you know?"

"Laura plays the piano, French horn and triangle." Mike still flirted optically with Tina as he played.

"Marc plays the piano, the tuba and he's great with maracas." Quinn went on.

"Mikey plays the piano, trumpet and cello but I play the piano, clarinet and harp while Lucy plays the piano and violin." Mercedes added.

"Marce plays the piano, the drums, the harmonica, the guitar, the saxophone and the flute. She's good with maracas but not a tambourine." Mal finished. "I can play the piano, trombone, oboe and bass guitar."

"You can play the harp?" Puck was impressed.

"Are you an angel?" Finn asked seriously.

Mercedes giggled. "No, Finn."

Ellen smiled. "Why do you have so many instruments?"

"They were all presents." Marcy told her. "Mostly birthday gifts but most of them are signed. My baby set are signed by Shelia E. while one of my adult drums are signed by Ringo."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Finn threw up his hands. "A Beetle signed your drums?!"

"Yes. The entire band of Aerosmith signed my favorite electric guitar and Johnny Cash signed my favorite acoustic."

"Can I- can I see them?" Puck was in heaven.

"Sure." She went to the electric green electric guitar and held it up. "Steven Tyler even wrote me a message. Marc got it for me for my birthday. I usually keep a guitar in my room. I have a stand but I think I left it in the den."

"Wow." Puck was near tears.

She set it down and picked up the black acoustic. She pointed out the gold writing on the side. "He wrote me, too. It was shortly before he died."

"You know who would love that?" Mercedes grinned.

"Samantha. I already know and he totally has to come over so he can drool." Marcy was looking forward to it.

"What about your pianos?" Tina asked. "Someone wrote on this one a lot." She was standing at a lavender grand.

"That's mine." Mercedes said. "Alicia Keys and Uncle Elton signed that one."

"Alicia Keys?! Wow! Who's Uncle Elton?"

"Elton John." Mike poked her.

"That's who left that long ass message." Marcy snorted.

"Elton John is your uncle?" Rachel couldn't believe it.

"He's been friends of our family for many years. So has Uncle Phil, Ms. Cher, Uncle Snoop and Ms. Aretha."

"Who?!"

"Phil Collins, Cher, Snoop Dogg and Aretha Franklin." Mal spelled out.

"You know thee Aretha Franklin and Cher?!"

"Yes." Mercedes nodded. "Our grandmother and Ms. Aretha became friends in the sixties and they keep in touch."

"Wait a minute." Puck tried to get the conversation back to what was important to him. "You know Snoop Dogg?!"

"He's been a fan of our grandmother for many years and on his first album, he covered a song of hers. When he was able to, he met her and she loves for people to admire her so they kept in touch." Marcy explained.

"Covered a song of hers?" Rachel was confused.

"Grandmom is a singer." Quinn told her.

"Really?!"

"Yeah. She was a child opera singer then came to America to start a band with her brothers, got signed to Motown as the first non-black act then went home to have kids."

"Where is she from?" Tina asked.

"Italy." Mike said.

"Your grandmother's Italian?" Puck asked Mercedes

Who nodded. "Yes, she is."

"So how'd she meet your grandfather? Or is he Italian, too?"

"No, he's black."

"We assume." Mike's lips twitched. "He won't ever confirm or deny it."

"What?!" The others exclaimed.

"Why not?!" Anna demanded.

"We don't know anything about his life before Grandmom." Mal shrugged. "He won't tell us anything."

"Why not?" Rachel was invested. "What if there's something lurking in his past? What if he has a genetic disease? What if he's wanted by the mob?!"

Mike, Mercedes, Quinn, Marcy and Mal fell out laughing. Hard.

"I know it's stupid but it could happen." Rachel pouted.

Quinn kissed her. "Relax. Granddad might tell us something some day but we don't worry about it. We'll still ask him questions but we won't be upset when he doesn't answer."

"That's so rude. He should answer." Rachel sulked.

"Well we know every other part of our line." Marcy helped. "The Joneses go back to the Johanesens and we know about our Blue Feather roots and everybody knows the Barnes'."

"What?" Finn was so confused.

The family broke down what they were and their family's legal jobs.

"So you're not American?"

"No."

"That's so cool!" Tina had stars in her eyes. "I was born in Korea but I'm a US citizen. I've been to Korea a bunch of times. Have you all gone?"

"To Korea? Once."

"No!" She giggled. "To your birthplaces."

The family grew uneasy. "Yes."

"That's the best feeling, isn't it?!"

"Sure."

Ellen wasn't convinced. "So the Blue Feather's are your Native American side, the Joneses are your German side and the Barnes's are your Italian side?"

"Yup." Marcy nodded.

"And your great grandfather came to America and they changed his name before going back to Germany?" Puck wanted to make sure.

"Great-great grandfather." Mercedes corrected. "But yes."

"Why didn't he stay?" Finn was confused. "Didn't you say he wanted to get away from his family?"

"He did. For almost two years."

"So your real name is Johanesen? Why'd they change it to Jones? What's so wrong with Johanesen? I like it." Puck shrugged.

"You'd have to ask the government." Mercedes didn't know.

"Let's go to the garage." Marcy was sick of standing still.

"Pow pow?" Mally asked.

Marcy's eyes widened and she bit back a laugh. "No pow pow."

"What's "pow pow"?" Ellen asked.

"I have no idea." Marcy lied.

Mal turned his head so Ellen couldn't see him silently laughing.

"They're really cute." Ellen said as they left to go to the garage. "They don't talk much."

"They don't know you." Marcy didn't mean to sound harsh. She was just pointing out a fact.

Ellen pouted. "Won't I get to know them?"

"Sure, you will." Marcy bobbed her head. "Sooner than you know."

"What?"

"Nothing." Marcy opened the door to the garage. "Tada!"

Puck and Finn nearly fell out. "Whoa baby!"

"How many cars are in here?!" Tina marveled as well, even if she knew nothing about cars.

"Fifteen can fit but it's probably around eight." Marcy flipped on the lights so they could see better.

"You have a fifteen car garage?!" Puck went to the first car, a yellow and black Lamborghini.

"Yep."

"Burt would love this place!" Finn really liked Burt and thought it would be cool to learn from him.

"I love this place!" Puck didn't know much about cars past his shop classes but he loved them.

"We said Daddy loves cars." Mercedes smiled. "He fixes up cars and sells them. Sometimes he gets new cars."

"Can I have your dad?!"

"You want him?" Marcy muttered.

Mal kissed her to keep from laughing.

Mercedes waved Marcy away. "We even have a workshop for Uncle Michael. We each have one cuz he's so good with his hands."

"Good?" Mike snorted.

"Ooh!" Tina's eyes widened in excitement. "Is he really fantastic? Can he build anything?"

"Anything physical, he can do."

"My Baba is a fixer, too. He's not the best but he fixes everything in our house."

"That's good." Mike didn't know what to say there.

"Our dads taught us how to do certain things." Marcy saved him. "Daddy taught us about cars."

"Daddy taught us about computers." Quinn added.

"Dad taught us how to build things." Mal finished.

"So your dad is really like a master builder?" Tina asked Mike.

Who grimaced. "Kinda."

Mercedes knew he was floundering. She brought them over to a car that had doors and the windshield missing. "This is my car."

"It's so beautiful!" Puck wiped away a fake tear.

Mercedes smiled. "Silly man!"

"I'm serious, Mama! This is bomb! I can't believe you have this!"

"I'm going to keep working on it so I can have a car to drive. I'm going to get my license this week and I'll need a car to drive."

"I have a rusted truck that's held together with gum and paper clips."

"We can work on your car together."

Puck got choked up. "You're the best, Mama!"

Anna giggled.

"Come on. Let's go to the basement." Mercedes waved an arm.

So they turned the lights off and went back inside. They went through hallways until they came to a white door with a golden handle. They opened the door and went down carpeted steps to reach a finished basement.

There was carpet throughout and it led to a couple bathrooms, a large entertainment space that was set up much the same as the den upstairs and a few bedrooms then to a space that the boys truly liked; a game room.

"What's in here?" Ellen asked as they passed a room.

Marcy stopped and opened the door. "The wine cellar."

"You have a wine cellar?!"

"Yes." Marcy flipped on the light.

Racks upon racks of wine bottles lined three walls of the huge room that was decorated with much wood.

"Wow!" The others crowded around.

"Let's go back upstairs so we can eat- Mally! Put that down!" Marcy snapped.

Mally pouted and put the wine bottle back.

"Come on, little man." Mal made sure it was back in the right spot. "You don't want Mommy and Daddy to have to clean this spot if you break it, do you?"

Mally, looking his father in the face, reached out for the bottle again.

"Mally, no!"

Mally started pulling it out.

Mal swatted his hand and pushed it back. "Stop it!"

Mally made his crying face.

"Do you want to go to Mommy?"

Mally's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Better stop."

Marcy hit Mal. "Stop threatening him with me! I'm not scary!"

"He's acting right. He knows." Mal didn't care.

"You don't get anything."

Mal told her something in Japanese that had her smiling.

"Come on here, you freak."

Mercedes was the last one out and turned off the light. They traveled back upstairs and went to the kitchen.

"Your kitchen is beautiful!" Tina exclaimed. "It's so big and clean!"

The appliances were stainless steel while the wood was all light tan or white. The countertops were a light brown granite and the backsplash was the only spot of dark with a cherry wood look.

"We have a walk in freezer and walk in pantry." Marcy pointed out both doors.

"You have a walk in freezer?" Rachel was confused.

"That was Marcy's idea when we first moved here." Mercedes smiled. "She didn't understand why the freezer wasn't a separate room so Momma had it installed."

"That's so cute!" Tina gushed.

Marcy shook her head. "Oh La."

"It smells really good in here." Ellen commented.

"Well thank you, pretty lady."

Ellen blushed. "I can't believe you know how to cook."

"I'm amazing." Marcy went to one of the double ovens and pulled it down.

"Man, that does smell good!" Finn licked his lips. "What's for dinner?"

Marcy told him. "I'll get started taking this to the dining room. You guys go wash up."

"After dessert, we can check out the backyard." Mercedes enticed.

"There's a bathroom right over here." Mike showed them.

"We'll help you take food." Quinn offered.

Together Marcy, Mercedes, Quinn and Anna took food to the dining room. Mike led the others in after they finished washing their hands.

"Mal, go get Laura and Marc." Marcy ordered as she and the other three went to wash their hands.

"Please?" He kissed her cheek.

"Please will you go get Marc and Laura?" She rolled her eyes.

"Love to." He kissed her again and left.

Mickey pulled on Mike's clothes. He leaned down. "These ladies look like Tia Laura."

"They do?" He grinned.

"They're fat!"

He slapped a hand to his face to keep from laughing. "Mickey, that's not nice!"

"It's not?"

"No. They're only getting bigger because they're having babies."

"Babies like Mommy?"

"Yes. Just like Mommy."

"Oh." Mickey digested that. "They pretty though."

"What about this one?" Mike pointed beside him to Tina.

"She really pretty."

"Alright!" He lifted his hand for a high-five.

She slapped his hand with a giggle.

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"Where are you parents?" Tina asked.

Marcy shrugged. "Don't know. But I know what'd they say if they were here."

"Marcy!" Mercedes hissed.

"They should know!"

"I thought we had a plan on that?" Quinn was confused.

"Do you really see that plan working?"

"Your plans always- sometimes work."

"You know I'm sunk."

"We all are. They're not letting us out of this."

"We can beg!" Mercedes was being uncharacteristically defiant.

"They've put their foot down." Quinn pointed out.

"Nobody cares about their foot!" Mike bit off.

"Guys?!" Finn raised his voice. "What's going on?"

"I think we should tell them so it's no surprise." Marcy decided.

"It's not going to go over well." Mal sipped from his glass.

"You never know." Laura said. "They might be on board."

"I don't see how." Mike snorted.

"Just tell them." Marc rolled his eyes. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"They run away screaming and move countries like Dana." Marcy said dryly.

Marc winced. "Good point. Keep it to yourself and surprise them."

"Are we the "them" in this scenario?" Rachel asked.

"Fine!" Mercedes snapped. "We should get this over with and have them run."

"Who's running?" Puck asked. "What could be so bad?"

"Our parents are demanding we get married." Marcy spat.

"To who?" Finn asked.

The whole table looked at him.

"What?"

Quinn took his hand. "To you."

"Me?! I can't marry all of you!"

"Sweet La, he's serious." Marcy massaged her temples.

"Finn, my father wants me to marry you." Quinn explained gently.

"But I'm seventeen!" Finn started panicking.

"He don't care." Marc, Mike and Mal said in unison.

"Finn, relax. We have a plan." Quinn soothed him.

"What's your plan?" Puck raised a brow.

Quinn looked at Marcy, whose lips twisted. "I plan on telling Daddy I won't marry without Elle."

"Me?" Ellen was confused. "Why?"

"Either it'll stop him or the three of us will be together forever." She shrugged. "Seems like a win-win to me."

"You want to be married to me?" Ellen got sappy.

"Sure!" Marcy's hormones shot up.

"I would love to marry you two, too."

"Really?!" Mal was surprised.

"Of course! I love you!"

"Well! I guess we don't have a problem."

"Do your parents want you to marry me?" Tina asked Mike.

He nodded. "Yes."

"I don't think my parents are going to go for that."

Marcy scoffed. "Nobody tells us no."

"Well that was elitist." Rachel was surprised at Marcy.

"I'm not exaggerating. Nobody tells us no. Which is how we landed in juvie. The judge said no for the first time in our lives."

"Do you always get what you want?" Finn asked.

"Usually." Quinn admitted.

"Do you want to marry me?"

Quinn smiled. "Of course I do. I want to marry you and Rachel."

Rachel grew happy. "Me too?!"

"Of course you, too! I want you both."

"I always said I wanted to marry you." Tina said. "I knew it the first time I saw you."

Mike smiled. "So you don't mind this?"

"If you think you can convince my parents, I'm all for it."

He kissed her cheek. "I knew I loved you."

"How are you feeling, Noah?" Mercedes noticed Puck wasn't talking.

"The only reason I didn't ask before was because you were in lockup and there's two of you but if your parents can swing this, I'm all for it." Puck shrugged. "I love you both."

Mercedes squealed happily and hugged him. Anna hugged his other side. "What about me though? My parents won't talk to me. They won't let me get married without my parents saying so, will they?"

"Nobody says no to a Fabanges." Mercedes rubbed her arm.

"Then I guess we're getting married!"

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Marcy scrubbed the plate in her hands and handed it to Mercedes. "Get ready for all this silverware."

"I got it." Mercedes rinsed off the plate and set in the drying rack.

Marcy scooped up all of the flatware and put it in the other sink.

Mercedes rinsed them off and put them in the drying rack. "I'll finish wrapping up this food."

"I'll put away the dishes from the dishwasher." Marcy emptied the sink and washed her hands.

"Got it." Mercedes went back to the large island and began finishing wrapping the food. "We totally have to go shopping tomorrow. I'm sick of my clothes not fitting."

"You would think that things would fit." Marcy frowned as she put away dishes. "Our stomachs haven't gotten bigger. I mean bigger than two years ago but not much."

"Isn't the bust of your clothes so wrong?"

"Why do you think I'm wearing hoodies?" Marcy chuckled. "I can't breathe."

"Do you think Daddy is going to go for our plan?"

Marcy shrugged. "I hope so. I don't want to get married. Especially since I'm pregnant but I know in this stupid ass state, I'm bad at saying no."

"But you're so sweet." Mercedes blew a kiss.

"I fucking hate being pregnant."

"Just because you're nice?"

"Don't you hate when you get mean? It's the same thing."

Mercedes shuddered. "I don't like being mean. I keep thinking people will stop loving me."

Marcy stopped and went to wrap her arms around her sister. "Anyone who stops loving you because you're not a yes-person is a fucking fool and you don't surround yourself with fools."

Mercedes patted her hands. "Thank you, sweetie."

"You're welcome." Marcy kissed her cheek and returned to her task.

"Where do you think Momma and Daddy are?"

"Right here." Rose and Marcus walked in.

"You weren't here for dinner." Mercedes bit her bottom lip.

"Damn, Mercedes!" Marcus blew out a breath. "I have to work! Do you have any idea what these weddings will cost?!"

"We're not even getting married!" Marcy snapped back. "Why are you acting like you have to pay for a wedding that's not going to happen?!"

"Marcy!" Mercedes pulled on her arm.

"You listen to me, you traitorous slut-!" Marcus roared.

"How am I a traitor?!" Marcy shouted.

"I should have put my foot down when we found out about the twins but I'll be damned if another one of my line isn't in wedlock!"

"I guess you're going to be damned!"

Marcus took a step forward but Rose stopped him. "Marceline! You are marrying Malcolm! There is nothing to discuss!"

"I'm not marrying Mal without Ellen!" Marcy folded her arms.

"Who?!" Both of her parents were confused.

"My girlfriend! Our girlfriend! We love her and we're not getting married without her! Besides-" Marcy sniffed. "She's pregnant by Mal, too."

"What the fuck?!" Marcus ran a hand over his face. "Fine! You can get married in India! I don't give a damn! I just want this shit over with!"

"Well good luck convincing her parents." Marcy stuck her tongue out.

Marcus scoffed. "You'll be married as soon as possible."

Marcy grimaced. Well… she'd said it was a win/win.

"What about you? You want to marry that girl you brought home?" Marcus glared at his eldest daughter.

Mercedes nodded.

"What about that boy? Who is he? What's his family like?"

"He's emancipated so he doesn't need permission."

Marcus smiled. "Good!"

"But you'll have to convince Anna's parents."

His lost his smile. "Dammit, Mercedes!"

"I'm sorry!" Mercedes began crying.

"Stop that damn crying!"

"I'm sorry." She tried to stop.

"Don't yell at my daughter!" Rose snapped as she went to her. "It's okay, sweetheart. Marriage is awful but at least you'll be able to spend his money."

"He has his own business." Mercedes hiccuped.

"That's so good. You and that girl will run him in no time."

Marcus rolled his eyes. "If he has any sense, he'll run and have us hunt him down and kill him."