So, this was going to be in Unusual You, but I thought it stood as a story by itself, so I wanted to do it separately. The song is based off of Katy Perry's song Last Friday Night (TGIF), and I wanted to do it for the longest time, but waited till the lyrics were officially out so that I wouldn't screw it up. Anyways, enjoy!
Mercedes Jones is what a lot of people would call a nice girl. No, she didn't bake cookies for the old folks home, certainly didn't refrain from gossiping, but she was well-behaved. If she was the celebrity now that she knew she would be one day (watch out Beyonce!), you would never see her stumbling out of nightclubs, sans panties, or making SCRAM bracelets and DUI's her favorite accessories. She had spunk, but overall, she was a good girl, and she never really did anything too bad. That's why when she woke up on the floor of Finn's house, her exact thoughts were-
"Aw, hell to the naw, this cannot be happening!" Her eyes were starting to open, but she found her retinas burning at even the slightest bit of light. There wasn't a limb in her body that felt ready to move, and every motion felt foreign and stiff, like reanimating a corpse. She wiggled her toes within her flats, and let out a huge groan, trying to raise her arms out of the awkward position they were in, failing quite miserably. She cursed lightly under her breath as she twisted her head around, neck deadly stiff, and all she could see was Kurt's basement floor was coated in tiny little shot glasses, and a note had been left for her. What happened last night? There was an ambiguous stain down the front of Mercedes' glamtastic top, and her previously immaculate liquid leggings now had a hole in the knee. Mercedes, with much effort, managed to turn herself on her side, and got enough energy to look at the note left for her. It was obviously left by her boy Kurt, based on the handwriting and the scented note, she just hoped it would tell her something useful.
"Hey Cedes, bet you have one hell of a hangover right now, so I have some waffles left out for you. Went for an early sale, make sure to share with Finn." Finn? Oh, Finn lived here, right, phew, for a second she thought Finn had spent the night, here, with her. But that was more than unlikely. Mercedes laughed off the strange thought as she rose from the messy carpet, and then slowly walked towards the steps.
"Mmmmmm, don't take my magic tomatoes, they're for Princess Rachel..." What. The. Hell? Mercedes nearly leapt out of her skin when she heard Finn groan in his sleep, and she spun her head around rapidly, trying to find the source of the sound. She tip toed across the floor, trying not to wake the seemingly invisible boy, until she bumped into something across the ground, which sent her flying into the floorboards. Rolling over, she found herself lying on top of something warm, something with skin, something human, something... naked? Something as in someone? Someone as in FINN?
"Ahhhhhhhh!" A comical scream emerged out of Mercedes mouth, prompting Finn to stir loudly, covering his adorkable ears with his hands.
"Ergh, can you not be so loud, I was trying to sleep here." Mercedes threw her hands up to cover her eyes from the sight of a stark naked Finn, who appeared to be just as intoxicated as she had been. Of course, being the boy he was, rather than being irritable, he appeared to be quite tired and generally luggish. Not much of a difference, if you asked Mercedes. Right now, though, she was terribly frightened as to why Finn was naked on the floor of a room that Mercedes was passed out in.
"Cedes, glad you could make it to this little start of Glee club party I was throwing! Hors d'oeuvres?" Mercedes had carpooled with Quinn and Tina for Kurt's start of the Glee year party, and she was now being greeted at the door by her best friend. Everyone looked quite nice, for the most part, but mostly casual; even Brittany and Santana had changed out of their Cheerios uniforms for once. Finn, though, could be seen wondering around the staircase, looking clueless as ever. Mercedes rolled her eyes dramatically, and looked back at her friend, who was now propositioning her with a silver tray of appetizers.
"Rather than a dish, I'd prefer if you'd dish what you ever saw in that boy." Fine, a bad play on words, but it caught Kurt's attention, and at the right time too, because Finn had just begun cleaning his ears with Q-Tips in the middle of the Hummel foyer.
"What did I tell you about performing acts of personal hygiene in public?" Kurt was hissing venomously at the boy, and Finn sadly put his cotton tips down. Mercedes, though, pitying the giant teen, gave him a soft smile, which he returned quite sweetly. "Honestly, I feel like I am trying to house train a little golden retriever puppy. I haven't caught him licking himself yet, but just wait!" Kurt left her friend in fits of laughter at the mental image of the not-so-flexible boy trying to bend over enough to clean himself. He was like a little dog, wasn't he? Puck, of course, was situated in the living room, taking great advantage of the Hummel/Hudson couple going for a weekend getaway, with an entire table of drinks, mostly alcoholic, presented. Before she knew it, a drink was thrust into her hand, and her look of confusion was met by a single eyebrow raised by Puck.
"Hey, so, how about a sex on the beach?" Mercedes huffed loudly at his horrific joke, and he just smiled back at her. After dating Puck, Mercedes had learned that every time someone laughed at him, he appeared to think they were laughing with him. Irritating much?
"How about castration in Ohio? In the middle of a house party?" Puck's smirk instantly faded, and now it was Mercedes turn to smile. "That's what I thought. Diet Pepsi, no ice." Puck began to serve the drink, but as Mercedes eyes wondered, he figured she could use a little pick me up, so he spruced the drink with a little liquid love, and put in as much rum as he could disguise into the Pepsi.
"There you go, enjoy your evening, Aretha." Mercedes laughed loudly at the Aretha Franklin reference, but frankly, she was starting to get irritated at her constant comparison to the diva. Moving into the centre of the room, she saw that many of her fellow Gleemates were all sitting in a circle.
"Hey guys, what are you all up to?" Mercedes was asking innocently enough, so the seated people answered promptly.
"Simple, we are partaking in a friendly game of 'Spin The Bottle'. You can join us, if you like, and if needed, I can run you through the rules!" Of course, Rachel Berry must have thought she was the only person in Ohio who understood the oh so complex rules of Spin the Bottle, so now instead of fighting Puck, she found herself fighting the bile in her throat. But out of reasons she didn't understand, but Puck did, Mercedes found herself joining the circle, not saying a word, and watching the bottle spin.
"White boy, you better tell me what the hell you are doing naked on the floor of this room. NOW." Mercedes' urgency wasn't out of any sort of interest for the other boy's wellbeing, but out of a want to eliminate any thoughts that she may have... but she couldn't complete that sentence, because it didn't happen. Finn just wiped his eyes sleepily, and rose from the floor, prompting Mercedes to toss a pillow between a confused Finn's legs.
"Well, I live here, it was Kurt's party, I had something to drink, and next thing I know, I'm here. Hey, did you get a nifty note too?" Mercedes gasped as Finn passed her one of Kurt's notes, this one she observed, with traces of envy, was much longer and well thought out. Of course, he was in love with the boy after all.
"Dear Finn, I hope you had a good rest, but it's Saturday morning, September 4th, 2010, and you just had a little bit too much to drink last night. Don't worry, though, I took good care of you, and you didn't get into too much trouble. As I am writing this, though, you appear to have lost your clothes, but I am accounting that to your more than silly attributes. Anyway, I made you waffles, they are just sitting in the kitchen, so feel free to eat as much as you like. Sincerely, Kurt Hummel."
"What the hell? You get a 'dear', the date, an invitation to an all you can eat waffle bar, and all I got was a reminder of what a bad hangover I have? That boy is whack." Finn looked at her with total confusion, probably as to how he should respond to that statement, so Mercedes just rolled her eyes, and got up to go to the kitchen. Finn's limbs weren't stiff at all, but he was just feeling extraordinarily hungry, not that that was anything new. "Stop!" Finn stopped mid motion, and saw Mercedes still had her hands over her eyes. "First, the pillow. Embrace it, make it your friend, don't let it leave the space between your legs, or the next time I see something, I'll make sure I get rid of it. Second, I'm going for breakfast, you are going to find your clothes. Capiche?" Finn was more than a little scared of the fierce diva right now, but Mercedes couldn't have cared less. Sure, he was kind of cute, and from what she had seen through her pained vision, that boy's muscles were fine, and I mean fine. But looking down on him from the stairs, crawling on all fours to find his clothes, she wasn't looking at the kind of boy she ever wanted to date. Ugh, what was she thinking, Finn? Dating? That wasn't even worth considering.
"Ugh, hey." Finn, after rambling for far too long for his clothes, realized that he lived in this house, and then went and found a pair of pyjamas that managed to make him look just as goofy as he actually was. Mercedes laughed loudly as she watched the sleepy boy obnoxiously scratch his stomach, lifting his shirt and revealing his muscles, making a hungover Mercedes a little irritable. She was so disorientated right now that she couldn't tell what she was feeling, and right now, she was terrified that she was feeling something for Finn.
"Hey, your waffles are on the table, syrup's in the cupboard." Finn made a strange little noise as he yawned, nodding towards Mercedes, and went to go get the maple syrup. The kitchen was a lot more Burt than it was Kurt, but you could tell the soprano had some influence on the interior decoration. There was Burt's old fashioned record player in the corner of the room, but of course, an LP of Lady Gaga's Paparazzi was playing, causing Finn to groan loudly. "What, not a Lady Gaga fan? Even after the whole red dress incident?" Mercedes wished she had brought her camera to school that day, because the sight of Finn Hudson in a patent red leather Elizabethan dress was just priceless. But Finn seemed to think exactly the opposite, sinking into his seat, and starting to pour his maple syrup.
"I guess you could say I'm a Kurt fan, but definitely not a Lady Gaga fan. There are only so many times you can hear someone say 'rah' before you are ready to punch them in the face." Mercedes giggled in a manner that a non-hungover Mercedes would have wanted to knife her for. School girl flirtatious laughter were for weak, powerless girls, but Mercedes was a strong, powerful woman. Now, though, one of the dumbest guys at school was making her act like a spineless freak. Finn, though, had now probably smiling an idiot, like he usually did, which only furthered her flustered feeling. Mercedes took a sip out of her coffee, trying desperately to look casual, and then began to eat her waffles, until she was interrupted by Finn. "So, um, I don't really remember much of what happened last night, so, do you? I mean, remember?" She had figured the boy hadn't remembered anything, because otherwise, his actions would be pretty telling as to what may or may not have happened.
"Nope, nothing, but I do remember it was Kurt's back-to-school party or whatever, and I think Puck spiked my Pepsi. Ugh, I have such a bad headache." Mercedes wished she was feeling lightheaded. Instead, there was a pounding in her head that simply didn't go away, even after taking an Advil this morning. As she began rubbing her temple, Finn began to sigh apologetically at the girl, which caused her to blush a little. Ugh, it felt like the Britney Spears song Blur was playing right now, which was strangely ironic, because she could faintly hear the lyrics dancing around her head in a teasing manner. Out of a desire to discourage herself from wanting him, Mercedes decided to ask Finn a dangerous question.
"How's Rachel?" Finn's smile faded, and he cleared his throat not so subtly.
"Um, she's good, I guess. Yep, she's great." They twiddled their cutlery for what felt like forever, trying to survive the awkwardness in the room. Unlike Finn, though, Mercedes felt personal hygiene was important, so once she cleared away what was left of the waffles, she asked Finn where she could find a shower.
"Oh, um, first room on the right, upstairs." Mercedes managed to squeeze out a thank you before making her way up. She was feeling beyond terrible at this point, the music in her head getting impossibly louder, sounding like it was coming from outside her brain. Mercedes calmly entered the bathroom to find that the lights had been left on, something very uncharacteristic for Kurt. Not that she could focus on something so trivial now, because the music had only gotten louder, and her headache was getting a whole lot worse. In fact, if she hadn't been so disoriented, she might have noticed the shower was running as she stripped from her soiled clothing, and found some shampoo and conditioner for her shower. Just as Mercedes Jones stepped towards the shower door, the door swung open to reveal... Brittany? The blonde Cheerio stepped out of the shower, only her wet hair and water droplets covering her fair skin, causing both Mercedes and her to let out an ear piercing scream over Brittany's iPod. At least Mercedes knew where the music was coming from.
Mercedes watched as the bottle spun, and laughed to herself as she saw Kurt willing the bottle to move onto him and Finn. Tina and Artie hadn't bothered wait for the fates to speak, and were already making out in the corner of the room. Santana felt the game was childish, seeing as she had already kissed the population of the school she had any desire to, so she got up to get a martini. The bottle began to slow down, and finally stopped on one Mercedes Jones, causing many people to 'ooh' and 'oh!' dramatically as she blushed frantically. She never had a boyfriend, let alone kissed somebody, so this was the opportunity of a lifetime for her. Finn smiled mischievously as he spun the bottle again, but Kurt looked just about ready to spit in his friend's face. As the bottle moved across the room, Mercedes prayed to whatever god was looking after them here and now that her life could change. She didn't want just some awkward, meaningless kiss, but a meeting of lips and spirits that would indicate that two friends, or acquaintances, were meant to be together. The bottle slowly came to a stop, and the room collectively gasped as Mercedes was rendered speechless. Brittany.
Oh snap, big twist! Not really, but whatever, I still hope you guys liked it! Try to review, I mean, if you don't want to, that's cool too. Anyway, thank you for reading, you guys are amazing, until next time!