Disclaimer: Still don't own glee or it's characters
Chapter 2:Mercedes's P.O.V
I hate staying after school for extra help. The teacher always keeps us until 5:00, when it's supposed to get out at 4:30.I pull out my phone to find that I have no text messages which is weird. Kurt normally texts me asking if I want to hang out or something.
I hear the jocks laughing down the hallway. I walk around the corner to see three of them walking the other way. Great who'd they mess with this time? I see someone sitting on the ground not moving. Wait…..that hair those clothes, crap it's Kurt. Dang it why can't they leave my boy alone. Walking faster down he hallway I reach his side and see his eyes are half open half closed.
"Kurt! Kurt! Boy, come on" I say placing my hand on his shoulder. I crouch down next to him and place my other hand on his cheek. Turning his head se we are face to face his eyes open a little more and he has tear strikes down his cheeks.
"Hey, Mercedes," he says faintly making eye contact with my me.
"Come on, lets go back to my place and get you cleaned up. We can watch movies, read magazines, and watch some TV." I suggest wrapping my arm around his waist and he lays over my shoulders. We walk down the hallway in silence. Every now and then Kurt takes a deep breath.
"Thanks," he says climbing into the passenger seat.
"You're welcome." Smiling at him I close the door and walk around to the drivers side. As I pull out of the parking lot I see him pull down the mirror.
"So, what movie were you thinking about watching?" he asks fixing his hair and closing the mirror.
"I was thinking about Mean Girls, but if you want something else that's fine." I say
"That sound good to me." There's a few minutes of silence after our short conversation.
"Oh, Mercedes, you have to let me style your hair," he says breaking the silence.
"What's wrong with my hair?" I ask trying not to sound to offended
"Nothing, I just discovered a new hair style and I wanted to try it out and tonight is the perfect opportunity," he explains as he reaches over and twirls a piece of my hair.
"I told you about playing with my hair while I'm driving," I state swatting his hand away.
"Sorry," he laughs.
"So, what's this new hair style of yours?" I ask with a slight smile on my face.
"I can't tell you! It will ruin the surprise. You're going to have to wait and let me try it if you want to know," he says snidely.
"Fine, but if it looks horrible you're going to fix it. And you're-"
"It will look gorgeous. Trust me," he says sounding over confident,
"Alright I guess I have no reason not to trust you." I tell him. He reaches over and turn on the radio. Lady Gaga's Alejandro comes on and we spend the rest of the drive singing and laughing.
"Ok, my parents don't know you're with me so if the house is a little messy I'm sorry," I tell him as I turn off the radio and pull into my drive way and pull my keys out of the ignition.
"I doubt your house could ever be messy ever since Finn moved in our room has been a mess so I don't think it will be a problem," he say opening his door.
"Well you know my Ma she likes to clean before company comes over but I think it will be okwe like just cleaned the housea few days ago." I tell him as we walk down the driveway. The second we walk into the house we smell my Ma's cooking.
"Hello Dear, you didn't tell us you were bringing company over," I hear my Dad greet us from the living room.
"Hello to you to Dad," he looks up at me from his newspaper. His eyes flicker to Kurt, back to me, them back to his paper.
"Hello Mr. Jones," Kurt says as he follows me into the living room.
"Hello Kurt, Oh Mercedes, your mother wants you opinion on a piece of clothing or something," he tell me not looking up from the paper.
"He doesn't like me very much does he?" Kurt whispers in my ear as we walk into the kitchen.
"What? He loves you. Just relax," I tell him.
"Hey, Ma, Dad told me you wanted to ask me something," I say sitting down at the breakfast bar.
"Yes I did. I bought this dress and I….. oh, Hi Kurt I didn't even know you were here I'm sorry. So how are you?" she walks over and pulls him into a bone crushing hug. As he returns the hug he mouths the words help me over her shoulder.
"Ma! Kurt can't breath," I tell her laughing as she pulls away and Kurt is breathing heavily.
"I'm good, but what about this dress you started talking about?" he asks walking back to sit beside me.
"Oh, yes! Well, now that Kurt's here I can get both of your opinions. But, I bought it after work today and I wanted to know what-"
"Ummmm… Mrs. Jones, I think something is burning," Pointing at the stove Kurt and I share a look as my Ma frantically runs over to the oven and pulls whatever is for dinner out.