Here is your new chapter, featuring Miss Nothing by The Pretty Reckless. Enjoy!
Mercedes Jones was a good girl. At least, she thought she was, now she had no clue what kind of girl she was. Somewhere between lying next to a stark naked Finn and finding Brittany naked in Kurt's shower, she started to realize there was a lot of things that she didn't know about. Based on the way Brittany and Finn blankly stared at her as they were all seated in the living room area, they knew just about as much as she did.
"So, do either of you mind telling me... what the hell happened last night?" When did extraordinary diva, Mercedes, become the kind of girl that had too many tequila shots and passed out at a friend's house? She always thought she was a Beyonce, a classy performer, oppose to a Britney, starring in the tabloids as much as on the stage. Finn shrugged as casually as possible, making Mercedes resist the urge of strangling the boy.
"I slept, and I woke up, I read a note, I took a shower, and then you joined me." Finn's eyes widened considerably at Brittany's word flub, and Mercedes just glared at the boy.
"Can we see the note?" Brittany nodded excitedly and pulled a crinkled note from out of her pocket, placing it firmly in Mercedes hand.
"Hey Brit, looks like things got a little crazy last night! I washed your clothes for you after finding you naked in my upstairs closet, so feel free to go get dressed whenever you'd like! Waffles are also in the kitchen, so eat up! See you later, love!"
"Love? She gets love? Is this boy just trying to kill me with these ridiculous notes?" Mercedes couldn't help but be a little jealous that the two other people in the room shared amazingly thoughtful notes from Kurt, but also a collective of IQ around 90. The note, though, told her just about nothing in terms of what happened last night. But then it hit Mercedes that there was one thing, if anything, that could tell her what happened.
"Rachel, freaking Rachel Berry posted pictures this morning, under the album 'Glee Club Party!' What a bitch!" Finn coughed awkwardly as Mercedes tore strips off of his girlfriend. Facebook seemed to be a never ending black hole for nights everyone ended up regretting. And Mercedes never understood how these people managed to get drunk enough to do stupid crap, but still operate a camera and post incriminating things online. Going through the photos, it seemed as if the girl had been fairly tasteful, actually, on a few shots really making anyone uncomfortable. But then she saw the privately shared photos, and she was ready to strangle the ingenue. Tina was practically mounting Artie in the corner of a photo where Mercedes and Finn were kneeling on the floor of the room, kissing.
"Woah, Rachel's black now?" Brittany's stupid comment went ignored by both Finn and Mercedes, who were too embarrassed to acknowledge the tonsil hockey going on in the photo in front of them. Mercedes vaguely remembered the moment, but most certainly not getting into it as much as she saw in the picture.
"Why did Rachel even post this, sure it was Spin The Bottle, but what kind of person posts pictures of their boyfriend kissing other girls?" Finn recoiled in minor shock, and Mercedes realized her mistake. There wasn't a bottle in the photograph, so even Finn knew she couldn't have simply come to that conclusion based on the photo.
"So, you remember that? What else do you remember?" Finn couldn't help but let his voice sound a little more than accusational. Mercedes genuinely couldn't remember anything other than this, and totally understood his suspicion, but she started to gain a little edge as well.
"That's all I remember, white boy, and don't you suggest otherwise, got it?" The tension was starting to get unbearable, and Brittany's constant scrolling on the computer wasn't helping much, until-
"Oh my god, I remember something!" For the first time since she could remember, ironically enough, a relevant thought had entered her head. Mercedes and Finn threw themselves out of their argument and turned to the monitor to see a photo of Brittany dancing on top of the Hummel dining room table.
"So, do you think you could do that?" Santana fliratiusly giggled at her kind-of girlfriend while Tina was showing Brittany her dare. Watching the clip on the computer, she could see that, with her dancing skill set, it wouldn't be difficult, just a little bit... crazy. But Santana promised shower sex if she did three dares tonight, so there was no way a little bit of crazy dance would stop her. "But, you have to incorporate a strip tease!" The little purr Brittany gave to Santana did not go unnoticed by everyone else, but simply was ignored for the sake of normalcy. The music began as Brittany jumped on top of the dinner table, seductively tossing her hair in the opening chords.
"I'm miss autonomy, miss nowhere
I'm at the bottom of me."
Brittany's clear heels strutted around the hardwood table like she was stomping roaches into the pavement, but the rest of her body moved with the reckless abandon of the crazy girl she was impersonating. This time, though, as oppose to just gyrating a little, she found herself unbuttoning her dress, earning lots of jeering from the boys, minus a shocked Kurt.
"Miss androgyny, miss don't care
What I've done to me.
I am misused, I don't wanna do
Be not your slave
Misguided, I mind it, I'm missin the train."
Brittany was now wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and panties, along with her clear heels, and Santana, along with all the Glee boys, were left drooling. The girls, though, just laughed manically at the dare, especially Mercedes, who looked drunk enough to have her liver collapse in the next minute.
"And I don't know where I've been
And I don't know what I'm into
And I don't know what I've done to me."
Something inside of Brittany burned intensely when she saw the eyes of all of her friends on her for the first time. Not on Rachel or Quinn, but her, Brittany, who was always in the background. With this new rush of energy, she began to play with her bra strap, seductively stripping the last of her clothing.
"And as I watch you disappear into the ground
My one mistake was that I never let you down."
At this point, her bare chest was covered only by her hands, and the whistling became nearly non stop. Matt Rutherford looked like a starving dog that found a piece of meat, so Brittany figured she'd play with him a little. Much to everyone's amusement, especially Santana, who knew jealousy was a fuel for great sex, Brittany began to leap into the boys lap.
"So I'll waste my time, and I'll burn my mind
On miss nothing, miss every-"
Brittany probably forget that she had a ridiculous amount to drink herself, and that her heels were nearly impossible, so rather than fall on Matt, she stumbled off of the wood, arms flailing, leading her bare chest right into the face of one Mercedes Jones. Which would be the first of two times in the last 24 hours where she would see the girl naked. To her knowledge.
"Oh my god..." Mercedes didn't know what to say. Should she be embarassed? I mean, she didn't do anything other than drink a lot at this point, but there was the whole deal where sexual tension had begun to mount with Finn, and now Brittany, ending with a sudden blackout. Mercedes couldn't help but be a little suspicious that something happened last night.
"I can't believe no one got pictures of the end of that performance, man." Mercedes was ready to slap Finn. Seriously? Why did she ever even think she liked this boy, he was a total moron, and there was probably more blood flow to his member than his brain, which probably lay dormant in that thick skull of his. A very cute thick skull, but thick nonetheless. Mercedes did playfully smack his arm, earning a small little smirk which totally reawakened any feelings she had for him. She silently prayed this wasn't what Kurt had been going through for so many years.
"What do we do now, I mean, do you think that was it?" Mercedes couldn't help but feel disappointment that she may have not slept with Finn, whether she remembered it or not.
"No, I mean, it explains why Brittany was naked, but not why I was." Salvation. It felt good to know that Finn's nakedness was still unexplained, and possibly because a fierce diva whipped his pants off faster than he could say 'Mercedes, I am hopelessly and uncontrollably in love with you'. Fine, it was a mouth full, but Finn was a big guy, taking his pants off would be difficult. She just hoped she'd have the pleasure of experiencing that for herself.
"Maybe I had sex with you." That actually did make sense. I mean, the girl was totally naked along with Finn, and Brittany never really told us where she woke up. The only piece that didn't make sense would be why Mercedes would be sleeping in the same room as people doing it like rabbits.
"I don't think it's that simple. Gosh, I wish we could just re-do this night, you know, see what we did." And then, idea.
"I have an idea!" And indeed she did. You see, at that exact moment, Mercedes realized that while rewinding the clock was technically impossible, it wasn't impossible to re-do the night. It would be simple- start Mercedes on the same drink, kiss Finn in Spin the Bottle, and have Brittany dance on the table. This time, though, all they had to do was set up various video cameras around the house, with Artie and the AV Club's help, of course. Mercedes suspected that the night would end the same way the former had, so all they really needed was to reenact it, and they were fine.
"So, the pink, or the or the red?" Kurt couldn't believe that he was actually getting mani-pedis with Rachel Berry, the most horrifically dressed person at McKinley. But after seeing her loosen up last night, he had faith that there may be more to her than he thought. Who was he kidding, he just thought she was hot for Puck, needed a confession, and then Finn would be his. Scheming was easy.
"Oh, definitely the red." Kurt's ringtone suddenly blared out of his pocket, alarming the people around him. Checking the caller ID, it appeared that Mercedes had woken up after the insanity that was last night. "Hey, Lindsay, how's rehab?"
"Ha, ha, Kurt, very funny. Listen, how would you feel about hosting another party. I'll pay for the supplies and things, if that's an issue." After spending hours cleaning vomit out of his dad's carpet, he promised himself he would never throw a party ever again. But now, the image of Mercedes paying for his dream ice sculpture and DJ for a fall party was more than appetizing; it was real.
"Fine, I'll send out invites, 9:00 sound good?"
"Yep, it's done!" Mercedes, Finn, and Brittany were all seated on the floor of the Hummel living room. Mercedes was both excited and nervous. What would the party bring? Was she a good girl? Did she sleep with Finn? Did she sleep with Brittany? Did she sleep with neither? Well, she knew one thing for sure; it was going to be a hell of a night.
I hope you liked the new chapter! Until next time!