They're not screaming for no reason. The music is just loud. And the song Mercedes, Quinn, Marcy and Karou perform is *NSYNC's I Want You Back so if you want to listen to it during the partying scenes, go for it. See you next week!
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Sam had never been so nervous in his life! Why'd he let Marcy talk him into this?! He knew why. He could never tell her no.
He sighed before walking over to the spot Marcy had picked out for him to have his picnic with Khandi and setting down the basket he'd gotten from Mike.
He stood there wondering if he should just run when he felt a tap on his back. He whirled around. And suddenly forgot how to speak.
Khandi was standing there looking like a vision. She wasn't even wearing revealing clothing but a tee, jeans and long open cardigan sweater. But she looked so adorably nervous that his heart began beating erratically. "Hi."
He made a weird noise before gulping. "H-hi."
She blushed. "How are you?"
He just stared at her. This is it. I'm going to love her.
She waved her hand in front of his face worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"Uh- yeah!" He laughed loudly before wincing. "Um… would you like to sit down?"
"Uh, yeah." She moved her arms restlessly. She was totally nervous and didn't know what to do. She rarely went out and she'd never been on a picnic.
He spread out the blanket Marcy gave him and waved his arm. "After you."
She sank to her knees before sliding onto her bottom. She folded her hands on top of her knee, not knowing what to do with them.
He dropped down and continued staring at her before remembering his manners. "Are you thirsty?"
"Yes, please." She winced. Smooth…
He opened the picnic basket and lifted out a bottle of sparkling apple juice before looking for cups. Marcy had packed the basket for him and he'd only peeked inside briefly so he didn't know everything inside. He found plastic champagne flutes. She does have romance in her!
Khandi accepted a flute from him and held it up after he filled his own. She waited while he searched for an appropriate toast.
He opened his mouth. "To enjoying each others company for an afternoon."
She smiled and tapped his glass with hers. "Cheers."
Both took sips but Sam stared at her the whole time, freaking out because he knew he'd have to stop drinking at some point and make conversation. He'd never been good at talking to girls. Mercedes was the first girl to not laugh in his face when he spoke.
Khandi avoided looking at him. Could he tell she'd only had two boyfriends in her entire life? Was it stamped on her forehead that she was woefully unprepared to talk about anything with a boy she hadn't known her whole existence?
He downed the rest of his drink and was going to speak when he accidentally burped. He was mortified…
Her lips twitched until she giggled.
He was shocked! She was laughing?! "You think that's funny?"
"I'm sorry." She tried to stem her chortles. "It's just that that was pretty weak."
He was startled into laughing. "Ouch!"
He didn't mind a girl that didn't find belching gross? She was surprised by him. "Any baby could beat that."
"I think I hear a challenge!"
She giggled. "Oh no. I couldn't."
He looked at her with a smile.
Her lips turned up. "Okay, just one. Just to show you how it's done."
He waved a hand and leaned back.
She gulped down the rest of her juice and held up a finger before opening her mouth. A long, loud burp erupted like bass dropping in a hip-hop song.
He clapped. "Pretty impressive."
"Thank you. I have a lot of boy cousins and they're all gross."
He chuckled. "They taught you well. But I can beat that."
"Show me what you got."
He grinned before pouring more juice then gulping it down as fast as he could. He could feel it in his nose. It was going to be a good one. He opened his mouth and let out a loud burp that he had to beat on his chest to get it all out.
She squealed. "That was amazing!"
He flushed. "Thanks."
"What else do you have in your basket?"
He looked in the basket and began pulling stuff out, hoping against hope that she wouldn't ask him to name anything.
She watched him silently, finally relaxing. Maybe this won't be so bad? Maybe I won't have to kill Jade for making me go through with this?
He opened a large bowl. "Salad?"
"Do you think that just because I'm a girl, I like salad?"
He paled. "No!"
"Relax." She laughed. "I'm kidding."
He glared at her playfully. "You're bad."
"I'm a bit naughty." She admitted.
He thought about how much he liked it in Marcy. "I can live with that."
She smiled. "What kind of salad?"
His eyes widened and he sweatdropped. "Oh, just salad. It doesn't have a name."
She lifted a shoulder carelessly. "What's that?"
"Dip." Sam sorely hoped so.
"Please tell me it's not hummus. I hate it so much but Jade swears by it."
He took a discreet sniff. "Nope! It's French onion."
"I guess you're not planning an end of the date kiss." Did she really just say that?!
His brows lifted. "Oh- I- uh-"
"I'm- I'm just joking." She said quickly, blushing to her roots. Just kill me now!
"Oh." He relaxed. "I have chips for the dip if you want some."
"Thanks…" She mumbled. I am so lame!
He looked for plates and utensils in the basket and found them. He gave her a bit of dip and jostled out some chips before giving her the plate. "Tell me what you think."
She picked up a chip and dipped it in the dip before biting into it. "This isn't French onion."
"It's not?" He stilled, eyes wide.
"It's got onions in it." She inspected the dip left on the piece of chip she had left. "Do you just not know the difference between onion dip and a dip with onions in it?"
He gulped. "Yeah."
She shrugged. "I really like these chips. They're thick. Did you make them yourself? I don't think I've ever seen a chip this thick before."
"Uh, yeah." You can make chips at home?!
"Well it's delicious."
"Thank you." He grinned.
"So you have salad and chips and dip?"
"No, there's this." He picked up a container. He had no idea what was inside and was even more confused when he opened it. "It's cheese, meat and crackers."
"You made a tiny cheese-plate?"
"Yes?"
"That's so cute!"
He smiled beautifully. "Thanks!"
She sipped her juice. "The juice helps with the onion breath."
"I'm sure you're fine."
I'm sure you're fine. She smiled at him.
He looked in the basket and pulled out another container. His eyes widened when he opened it. This was why Marcy was his best friend! She'd dipped cherries in chocolate and sprinkles, leaving the stems on for easy portability.
"Are those cherries? I love cherries! They're the best fruit!"
Sam stared at her as his heart tried to break free of his ribcage. I will marry this woman! "Yes!"
She picked one up and ate it. "Wow! That's so good! And they're so cute! I never would have thought of sprinkles!"
He didn't know what to say to that so he ate one, too. And promptly started drooling. A simple dish that tasted oh so good. "Here's a napkin for the pits."
"Thanks." She took it and delicately spit in it.
"Are you very hungry? Do you want some salad?"
"Yes, please. I haven't eaten all day."
Sam couldn't say anything because Mike had made breakfast. He devoted his attention to serving the salad but it was weird. The lettuce was on the bottom and the mixins were on top. Then he realized it was a layered salad. I'm an idiot…
"It looks good." She inspected it when he handed her plate back. "I see eggs, bacon, cheese, chicken and what dressing is this?"
"I don't know." He admitted before lying partially. "I never named it."
She tasted it before her eyes widened. "Oh wow! It's really good! I taste onions and peas. I should eat more vegetables but this seems like a good way to get it."
He agreed once he tried the salad. He didn't much care for salad (his mother made the same exact salad every time she made it and he always scraped in onto his father's plate when she wasn't looking) but this was great.
"You're a really good cook." She complimented him. "My sister always cooked for us so I don't know what I'm doing in the kitchen."
He stared at her, debating telling her the truth.
"What's wrong?"
"Look, you're a real sweet girl but-"
"You don't see this going anywhere?" She guessed sadly.
"No!" His eyes widened. "That's not it! I didn't make this!"
"What?" She was a little behind, still thinking he didn't want her.
"I didn't make any of this. I don't know how to cook. I barely know how to eat."
"Then who made it?"
"Marcy." He flushed guiltly.
"Oh."
"She was just trying to help. She knows I can't cook and wanted to impress you."
"Do- do you want to impress me?"
He nodded. "I do."
Warm feelings overtook her. "Honesty is impressive."
"Really?" He felt hope blossoming in his chest.
"Yeah. She's a good friend and you're a good person. I like that in a guy."
He smiled. "I try not to lie a lot. It don't sit right."
"Good. Just so you know, I try not to lie, too."
He smiled at her brightly. "Then let me say that I think you're very pretty."
She blushed. "Thank you. I think you're very handsome."
"Thank you. So tell me about you. You can't cook and you don't like salads?"
M-A-P
Sam walked into the den, intent on playing video games to let his mind wander after his incredible date but the room wasn't empty.
Mike, Blaine, Puck, Finn, Artie, Mal, Marcy and Karou were there.
"Hey, guys!" He flopped onto a seat.
"Well?!" They shouted.
"Well what?"
"We not down here for our health!" Marcy snapped. "How'd it go?!"
He smiled goofily. "I like her. I really like her."
The boys started cheering and teasing him.
"This sucks!" Karou sulked. "I should have snapped you up when I had the chance!"
"Shut up!" Marcy pushed her over before focusing on Sam. "Pace yourself, Youngblood. Don't start talking about commitment yet."
He flushed. "I won't."
"When are you going to see her again?" Mike wanted to know.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I said I'll call her soon."
"We're going out tomorrow night. Invite her to that." Marcy suggested. "It'll be a great no pressure date."
His brows lifted. "Hmm. Okay. I don't know where we're going though."
"Give her my number and tell her to text me. Tell her to invite her friend."
"Why?" Mal demanded.
"Because Jude likes her and I'm inviting him. Why? Jealous?"
"You do this on purpose."
"Sometimes I do." She admitted.
He didn't expect that and just stared at her.
She turned to face Sam. "Call her tonight. She'll love to hear from you, especially so soon."
M-A-P
Mercedes frowned as she posed and twirled in her mirror in her vanity.
Puck had been watching her unknowingly for a minute and did not know what she was doing. "Mama?"
She jumped. "Ah! Noah?!"
"What are you doing?"
She frowned, upset clear on her features. "Do these shorts make my butt look big?!"
His mouth fell open. "Are you pregnant?!"
"What?! No! Why would you say that?!" She was shocked from her dilemma.
"The only time you asked me impossible questions was when you were pregnant with Rae."
She made crying sounds. "I am fat!"
"Mama?!" He was taken aback.
She wailed as she crumpled towards the ground.
He ran to catch her and held her tight. "You are not fat! You just lost a bunch of weight so if anything, you're too skinny!"
"Tell that to my butt!" She sobbed into his chest.
He looked over her shoulder and saw that bottom well. His mind started to wander and he had to shake his head to come back. "Your ass is great! It's so perfect!"
"You just want me to stop crying."
He sorely wanted her to stop crying but that didn't mean he was lying. "That's not true! Mama, I love your ass. I used to fantasize about it all the time and the first time I got to touch it was the best day of my life."
"Really?" She looked up at him.
"Really." He cupped her behind and jiggled it. "Your ass is the stuff of dreams. I especially like when you let me play with it."
She blushed. "Noah."
"I do. You've got one of the best asses I've ever seen on a person. You in the hall of fame."
"Oh, Noah." She buried her face in his chest with a smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Mama." He held her close before backing up slightly. "Why were you freaking out?"
"I wanted to wear these shorts but I think they make my butt look big. Are you sure they don't?" She turned around and stuck her bottom out.
His mouth watered. "Nope! You're fine! So fine…"
She breathed in relief. "Now that I have bottoms, I need a top."
M-A-P
Mercedes and her house's occupants left their home and went across the hall to knock on the door.
It opened immediately.
"Hey!"
"What's up?" Marcy twisted her leg.
"Hi, Tia May!" Beth rubbed her eyes, trying to stay awake.
"Hey, Betty." Marcy picked her up. "Ready to see your cousins?"
"Yeah!"
Marionette walked up with the twins, who began shouting now that Beth was there.
"She's already had her bath." Quinn told Marionette, gesturing to Beth's pyjamas. "She can play for half an hour then it's time for bed."
"Yes, Ms. Quinn." Marionette bowed her head.
Marcy set Beth down. "Alright, let's go."
Mickey attached herself to her mother's leg. "Mommy!"
Marcy bent over to kiss her cheek. "Go play with Bro-Bro and Beth. I'll see you when you wake up."
Mickey giggled before launching herself at her dad. "Daddy!"
"Hey, Mick!" Mal swung her up into his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his head. He couldn't breath but he didn't care. "Daddy go?"
"Yeah, Daddy's going. You're going to have fun. You'll see."
Mickey waved to Ellen. "Bye, Mama."
Ellen's heart melted. "Bye, sweetie."
Mal set her down and Mickey went to her twin, who waved his parents off.
"Bye, Mommy! Bye, Papa!" Beth waved before all three ran deeper into the apartment.
Mercedes gave Raven to Marionette. "She's fed and changed but she needs to eat in three hours."
Marionette took the sleeping baby. "I will, Ms. Mercy."
"Have a good night." Marcy told her before turning to the others. "Let's hit it!"
Brittany cooed as she watched Marionette go find the kids. "I can't wait for this! I'll have two babies to hug and kiss and call me mommy!"
Artie rubbed her back. "You're going to be great at it."
Santana hugged her. "I can't wait either."
It was dead silent.
Santana turned on Artie. "What are you trying to say?!"
"I haven't said anything!" His eyes widened.
Puck, Finn and Mal snickered as she hit him and called him names in Spanish.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and got a good look at her sister. "What are you wearing?!"
"Clothes!" Marcy snapped.
"Are you sure?!" Mercedes waved a hand at the oversized black hoodie. "I can't see anything else! How short is your dress?!"
"And why are you wearing knee high chucks with it?!" Quinn put her hands on her hips.
"Oh no, I'm not doing this." Marcy refused.
"When we came into the closet to get ready, she was already wearing the hoodie." Ellen told.
"She won't let us see!" Mal was put out by it, too.
"Be glad I'm wearing clothes at all!" Marcy set off down the hall.
Quinn scoffed. "We are!"
"I'm not." Puck whispered to Finn, who blushed.
They rode the elevator down and waited for Mike, Blaine, Sam, Tina and Kurt. Karou was already there and flirting with a night watchman.
"Karou! What are you doing?!" Mercedes bit off.
Karou smacked her lips, rolled her eyes and walked over. "You are no fun."
"I am so fun!"
"Act like it." Marcy muttered as she sat on the row of wall seats by the post boxes.
Mercedes was so offended. "I'm telling Laura!"
"Snitch!" Marcy and Karou said.
Quinn looked away.
"Lucy?" Mercedes pouted.
"You're not a snitch, Mercy." Quinn wrapped an arm around her twin.
"Yes, you are." Mal crashed next to Marcy.
"Shut up, maggot!" Both Leos yelled.
"You're prissy, too!"
Marcy clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh but Karou didn't have that decorum.
Mercedes and Quinn were super upset at Mal (and Karou). "I am not!"
"And snobby." Mal went on.
Mercedes gasped, hurt. "You think I'm a snob?"
"Mercy?!" Quinn pinched her.
Mercedes jumped. "No! I mean- I- you think I'm a snob?!"
"Now you've made the infant cry." Marcy drawled.
Mercedes pouted at her but Marcy just stared at her, dead-eyed. She dropped her head, disbelieving her siblings thought so little of her.
"You're not a snob, Mercy." Quinn rubbed her arms. "I'm telling Mikey!"
"Why can we never get along?" Mike's voice came from behind them.
"Mal called Cedes a snob." Rachel told.
Mike's eyes narrowed. "You twerp! Don't call her names!"
"Shut up!" Mal spat.
"Don't worry about him." Mike hugged Mercedes. "I'm going to beat him up soon."
"He called Lucy a snob, too." Karou wanted to start some stuff.
Mike's eyes widened and he grimaced.
Quinn pouted at him. "Mikey, you think I'm a snob?"
"Of course not. Mal's going to go missing anyway."
Puck and Finn exchanged looks.
Mal scowled. "I'm not scared of you!"
Mike shook his fist at him and he hid behind Marcy. "I thought so, punk!"
"Oh whatever." Marcy rolled her eyes. "Are we all here so we can go? I don't want to be in you peoples company all night."
"Hurtful!" Sam frowned.
Marcy stood up and walked out. They quickly followed.
"Do you know where you're going?" Mal questioned as he caught up to her.
"To the subway."
"And?"
"And we'll ride the subway."
"Why are you like this?"
"Why are you like this?!"
Ellen walked between them. "I thought tonight was supposed to be fun?"
"I know where I'm going." Marcy glared.
"Okay."
"Yeah right." Mal sneered.
Marcy turned to him but Ellen turned her back.
"Is it bad that I love when they get like this?" Santana whispered.
"It's my favorite show." Puck chuckled.
Mike's mouth twitched. "They fight too much."
"But it's like watching a housewife show or something." Artie grinned. "That girl could argue with a wall."
"And win." Karou smiled. "That's my CC."
"She needs to work on her temper." Mercedes stuck her bottom lip out.
"I don't like when Marcy's mad." Brittany said. "She looks so sad."
"How can you be mad and sad at the same time?" Finn asked.
"Her sad face is under her mad face."
He blinked, stunned and still confused.
Rachel bit her lip as she patted his hand. "I think they're wildly passionate."
"I just don't want their fire to consume them." Mercedes worried.
"We can't live their relationship for them." Mike told her.
"I know. I just want them to have a happy life."
"That's what Ellen's for." Quinn reminded her. "She helps them remember they love each other."
Anna looked at Blaine, remembering the relationship workshop from the year before.
He obviously remembered, too because he took her hand.
"Well they're not arguing now." Kurt pointed out.
"For now." Mercedes remarked.
"We'll just keep them separate all night and by the time we let them near each other, they'll miss each other too much to fight." Mike suggested.
Tina smiled. "I'd miss you if we were separated all night."
He wrapped his arm around her. "That's how I know it'll work."
M-A-P
"We're lost!"
"Get bent!" Marcy snapped back.
Mal crossed his arms. "You never know where we're going!"
"I'm never doing anything for you again!"
"This night out was for you!"
"I'm never going anywhere with you again!"
"Harpy!"
Mike fell out laughing as Quinn giggled. Karou wiped away tears.
Mercedes gasped. "Marcy, stop that!"
"Oh shut up!" Marcy refocused on the map on the subway's wall.
"You stop that right now! Mal, are you okay?"
Mal was fuming. "I hate her sometimes!"
"I know, baby." She rubbed his back.
Ellen pouted. She didn't know who to comfort. "Are we almost there?"
"Yes." Marcy dragged her finger over the plastic.
"Yeah, right!" Mal sniped.
Marcy bared her teeth and jumped at him but Jude, who'd met them at the platform, grabbed her. "Dude, relax."
Marcy pointed at Mal and started yelling in angry Russian.
So Mal started yelling in Spanish.
"My goodness!" Santana sniffed, tears racing down her face in mirth.
"Damn." Artie's lips twitched.
Brittany frowned, not liking to see anyone fight.
Mike whistled. "Stop all that! Just sit down and be quiet!"
Marcy ripped away from Jude and sat down next to Ellen with crossed limbs.
Mal sat across from her and glared the whole time.
"Maybe we should try your idea?" Tina whispered.
Mike nodded. "You two are on a timeout."
Both protested.
"Nope! Timeout! You're going to sit down and be quiet for the rest of this train ride!"
"Mikey's right." Mercedes sat next to Mal. "You both need to calm down."
"Darn." Quinn shook her head.
Karou laughed.
"Lucy." Mercedes warned.
"I'm kidding." Quinn lied.
"Watch it or you'll be in timeout, too." Mike chided.
She poked her bottom lip out.
Kurt leaned over and whispered in Mercedes's ear. "Wow. Mike doesn't play."
"He's responsible for us since Marc's not here." Mercedes told him.
"So you're gonna treat him like your dad?"
Mercedes smiled. "Be good, Kurt."
"I don't wanna do that, Diva."
Mike whistled sharply when Marcy stood up. "Hey! You're in timeout!"
"It's time to get off!" She snapped.
"I wish I could…" Mal muttered.
Marcy had a strange look on her face before she burst out giggling.
Mal smiled. "What do you say?"
"Let me get some drinks in me and we can get down in a dark corner." She turned towards the opening doors.
"Yes!" Mal popped up and smacked her bottom.
Ellen was blood red. "Guys!"
"Don't worry." Marcy soothed. "We won't leave you out."
"Oh my goodness!" Ellen ran her hands over her hot cheeks.
Puck, Artie and Santana began catcalling while Karou wolfwhistled sharply.
"Just get off the train!" Mercedes spat waspishly.
The group got off the car and made it above ground.
"Where to now?" Artie pushed his glasses up his nose.
Marcy spun around a few times before doing it again with her eyes closed.
Mal put his hands on her shoulders and shook her. "Do you know what it looks like?"
"Yes."
"Go backwards. Retrace your steps."
Marcy made faces before opening her eyes. "This way!"
He turned her around and pushed her in the direction she was pointing.
"If you can help her remember, why do you yell at her?" Ellen demanded.
"I can't get frustrated?" He lifted a brow.
She narrowed her eyes.
He grinned.
Her angry face melted. He was so cute.
They followed Marcy around blocks and down streets until they could hear music pumping.
"You found it!" Artie yelped.
Marcy turned to him.
"Of course you found it!" He wheeled backwards nervously.
"Come on." She turned around again and marched forward.
There was a long line leading up to the door but she went right past it.
"Jude!" A voice called out.
Jude grabbed Marcy's hand to stop her and went a few places back in line. "Jade! Khandi!"
"Hey, Jude." Jade flirted.
"Hi, Jude." Khandi was amused by her friend. "Hi, Marcy."
"Hey." Marcy cocked her head. "Why are you guys in line?"
"To get in." Jade frowned in confusion.
"It'll be faster if you went up front."
"That's cutting!"
"I suppose so."
"You don't care." Khandi realized.
"I don't do lines."
Khandi and Jade looked at each other before facing her. "Wow."
"Come on." Marcy waved them on.
"Are you sure?" Khandi wasn't. She was a rule follower.
"Yes!" Jade pushed her forward. "Thanks, Marcy!"
Marcy pointed. "Sam has been waiting for this all day."
Since she wasn't remotely quiet, Sam heard and blushed. "Marcy!"
Khandi blushed. "I've been looking forward to it, too."
"Really?" He brightened.
"I am a queen." Marcy began walking again.
"You think you've done something." Mal teased.
She flipped her curly hair at him. "I have!"
"I think it's nice of you." Ellen said.
Marcy shuddered.
Mal snickered.
They got to the front of the line and Marcy walked forward.
"Hold on, Tiny Dynamite!" The bouncer halted her. "There's a line."
Marcy turned and unzipped her hoodie. "So?"
His jaw dropped as he took in her tight, extremely short blue jean shorts and formfitting red tank top.
"Marcy, you came outside like that?!" Mercedes was horrified.
Mal ran his eyes over her. "Yes!"
Ellen's jaw dropped. "Marcy!"
"Zip that back up!" Mike was mortified.
Marcy went up to the bouncer and put his hands on her waist. "Will you let us in?"
He nodded, dumbly.
"Thank you." She turned around and stuck her bottom out before walking forward, shaking her hips.
"Stop that!" Mike cried.
Mal ran over to her and plastered himself to her back. The others followed numbly.
Mike pulled her around as soon as they made it inside. "Who told you you could come outside like this?!"
She stuck her tongue out. "I did!"
"Zip that up!"
"Bite me!"
He let her go to try to zip up her hoodie for her.
She fought against him. "Leave me alone!"
He got the zipper up and she sighed. "Keep that up! I'll call Marc!"
"You're so annoying!"
"Why'd you have to cover her up, Mike?!" Artie protested.
Mike didn't find that funny. "You better not touch that zipper!"
Marcy folded her arms, angrily.
He zipped it all the way up to her neck.
"It don't matter!" Puck called out. "It's burned in my brain!"
Mercedes and Anna hit him.
"Ow! It is! Mini Mama lookin right!"
Kurt and Blaine nodded.
"I think you look hot, Marcy!" Tina teased.
Marcy winked at her.
Mike turned her around and pushed her to Mal, who wrapped around her like an octopus.
Quinn giggled. "I'm so proud of you, Marce!"
"Me too!" Karou whooped. "Wield that power!"
Mal tried to kiss Marcy but she evaded his questing lips. "Stop! I hear our song!"
"What song?!" He didn't care.
She pried him off of her and turned to their sisters and cousin. "It's a 90s party!"
The others stopped to listen to the song coming on.
Mercedes, Quinn and Karou screamed happily.
The DJ stopped the music and everyone turned to view them.
Marcy began singing and when he realized she not only knew the words but had a great voice, the DJ spun the karaoke version of the track.
When they were done singing and dancing (using old cheorgraphy), they posed as the old abandoned building clapped and cheered.
The DJ spun another 90s track and the crowd went back to dancing.
"I can't believe you just did that!" Anna was impressed.
"I can tell! Tonight's going to be great!" Mercedes was excited.
"I'm ready to drink!" Karou yelled.
"Boom!" Marcy pointed to a makeshift bar.
A woman walking by held out a tray with tiny plastic cups.
"What is it?!"
The woman began yelling out the different pills.
Marcy and Karou pick up a couple different ones and put the pills in their mouths before heading to the bar to get drinks to wash them down with.
"Got any E?!" Quinn asked.
The woman pointed it out.
Quinn grabbed two and gave one to Mercedes. Marcy and Karou came back with a bottle of tequila and handed it over. The Leos took the pills and knocked the glass back.
Mike and Mal reached for pills then took shots of tequila.
"Do you wanna dance or look for hookah?!" Quinn asked her twin.
Mercedes thought hard. "Hookah!"
"Yay!" The two raced off.
"You got your drink!" Mal pulled on Marcy's hand.
"Brotha, I said a few drinks! I'll see you in an hour!" Marcy scoffed.
Mal was not happy.
Karou laughed at his face.
"Do you want something to drink?!" Marcy asked Ellen.
"What was that you just took?!" Ellen was blown away.
"A cocktail! Do you want it?!"
"I've never done drugs before!"
"You don't have to now!"
"I'll just have a drink!"
"What do you want?!"
"Anything with tequila!" That was all Ellen knew anything about.
"I'll be back!" Marcy pulled Karou off.
"Hey!" Mal yelled. "Get me bourbon!"
Mike took another gulp of tequila before grimacing. It wasn't his spirit. It was Mercedes'. "Who wants this?!"
"Yo!" Artie held out a hand.
Mike handed it over. "Wanna dance, T?!"
"Do you take pills often?!" Tina worried.
"Just at parties and everyday so I don't die!"
She wondered if he was joking but he didn't seem to be. "I'd rather dance!"
"Okay!" He lifted her by her waist and she clung to him. He slipped into the crowd.
"I can't believe Mama just left us!" Puck was mostly amused.
"Quinn is definitely loosening up!" Finn was just dumbfounded.
"I can't believe Quinn does drugs!" Rachel wasn't prepared to learn this of her girlfriend.
"They're rich!" Santana took the bottle from Brittany. "Rich people do drugs!"
"Do you do drugs?!"
"I've done drugs! Smoked a little weed and taken ecstasy!"
Brittany nodded. "I've never done it but I've been offered!"
"Well this is new to me!" Artie lifted a shoulder. "But I like to have fun and as long as it is fun, I'm down!"
"Hell yeah!" Puck swiped the bottle from Santana. "Where's that lady at?! E has to be good!"
"Noah!" Anna's eyes were wide.
"Relax, Kick! Everything is gon be fine!"
"Smoking weed was as far as I've done and I'm not going further!" Blaine shook his head.
"You've smoked weed?!" Kurt looked at him.
"No way!" Sam was shocked.
"I promised Marcy I'd try it if she told us how she got banned from Siberia!" Blaine shrugged. "It wasn't bad!"
Kurt's brows lifted. "Show me!"
"How?!"
"Check the outside of the room!" Mal suggested. "Anywhere there's a table!"
Kurt dragged Blaine off.
"Let's go get drinks then we can dance!" Santana suggested.
"You're not supposed to be drinking no way!" Artie accused. "Right?!"
"No!" Mal shook his head.
"Well we've already taken two shots!" Santana shrugged.
"We'll be good!" Brittany freaked out. "Let's just go dance!"
Artie wheeled them off.
Marcy and Karou came back. "Here's your tequila sunrise!" The blonde gave the redhead her drink.
"Thank you!" Ellen sipped it.
"Here's your bourbon!" Marcy handed it over.
Mal brightened.
"Hey, Mini Mama?!" Puck waved his hand. "You about to get messed up?!"
"It's a rave, dude! You gotta!" Marcy shouted back.
He whooped. "Where's the lady?! I wanna take E!"
She stood on her tiptoes but it didn't make a difference when most everyone was taller than her. "Come on! We can look for her!"
He was shocked that she reached for his hand but he took hers and let her pull him off.
Finn paced back and forth. "I don't know about this!"
Rachel rubbed his back. "Me either!"
Anna sipped the tequila and grimaced. She still wasn't used to alcohol. But she was supremely uncomfortable and she wished her spouses hadn't left her.
Thankfully Puck and Marcy came back quickly.
"Here!" Marcy handed Finn a pill.
"What's this?!" Finn took it.
"You need to loosen up!" She took the bottle from Anna and shoved it in his chest. "It's one pill, a few drinks and dancing! You'll be alright in the morning and you never have to do it again!"
He put the pill in his mouth and took a large swallow of tequila.
"It was Addy!"
"What?!"
"Adderall!"
"What's that do?!"
"You're going to be hyper focused as fuck!" Mal told him.
Finn's eyes widened.
"Finn!" Rachel fretted.
"You need to relax, too!" Marcy shook her head. "Go take a puff!"
"A puff?! A puff of what?!"
"Anything! Damn, girl! It ain't that deep! It's a party!"
"I'm not sure drugs-!"
"Are no different than alcohol!"
"But-!"
"Go!"
"Mary Jane?!" Another waitress came by with a tray. "Corndogs?!"
"Mary Jane please!" Marcy told her.
She handed over a blunt. "Need a light?!"
"No thank you, sugar!" Marcy took a lighter from her pocket and ran the chamber over the side of her shoe. It burst into flames and she put the blunt in her mouth to light.
Rachel was somehow shocked when Marcy offered it to her. "I don't know!"
"I do! Unbind your drawers!"
Mercedes and Quinn crashed onto the scene and Quinn squealed. "You're about to try for the first time?!"
Seeing the excitement on her lover's face sealed Rachel's fate. She took the blunt from Marcy and put the hard tip in her mouth. She inhaled and promptly began hacking.
"It's okay!" Quinn patted her back hard. "It's okay! Just breathe out your nose for a few seconds and try again!"
Rachel breathed through her nose (that was unpleasant) before trying again. Though she was by no means used to it, it was better.
"There you go!" Quinn brightened.
Rachel held it out. "I think I'm done now!"
"It's okay! You tried it! You don't have to keep doing it!"
"Do you want me to try it?!" Anna asked Mercedes.
"You don't have to but I think you'd like hookah a lot more than straight weed!" Mercedes took her hand.
"What's a corndog?!" Puck wondered.
Marcy grinned. "I see you can hang! You gon have a headache tomorrow morning!"
"That's the only way to tell you had fun the night before!"
"Oh Noah!" Mercedes shook her head with a rueful smile. "Be careful and you better not kiss no one else!"
"He took E! He's definitely kissin somebody tonight!" Marcy teased.
Mercedes made eye contact with him. "Noah, I'm not playing with you!"
"Promise, Mama! If I start feeling horny, I'll come find you!" Puck promised.
"It's not if, it's when!" Mal helped. "Marce, I'm done with my bourbon!"
"Let me get him started! I promise I'll be back but I'm telling you, after we come down, we're dancing and I don't want to hear you say nothing about not being able to dance!" Marcy threatened.
"Scouts honor!" Mal held up a hand. "Come find us by a table!"
Marcy didn't want to do that. She got lost easily and didn't want to spend the whole night looking for them. "Go by the bar!"
He lifted his cup. "Come on, Elle! I'll get a refill!"
Ellen followed meekly.
Marcy, Karou and Puck disappeared.
"Come on!" Quinn took her spouses' hands. "Hookah is amazing! My favorite flavor is peach!"
"Flavor?!" Rachel was confused.
Mercedes led her, Anna, Quinn and Finn into the throng.
Sam rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm learning so many new things about my friends!"
Khandi blinked. "It's okay! Jade isn't a stranger to doing things!"
"Hey!" Jade was offended.
Jude smiled. "I took a cocktail! Do you want one?!"
"What's in it?!"
"It's just a mix of what you like! I can give you what I get!"
Jade bit her lip. She was used to weed and never faulted anybody for their choices but did she really want to do prescription drugs to impress her crush?
He smiled and rubbed her back.
Yes, she did! "Sure!"
"Let's find a waitress and then head to the bar!" The two walked off.
Khandi gave her bestie a long suffering look. Of course she'd go off with Jude to do heaven knew what drugs just so she could be with him. "I don't want to do any of this!"
"I don't think I do either!" Sam admitted.
Khandi was surprised. "You don't want to keep up with your friends?!"
"I'll probably do something one day! Marcy can talk me into anything! But I'm going to try to hold her off! Do you want a drink or is that pushing it?!"
She thought about it. She'd had alcohol at parties and she liked it well enough. "Yeah, we can!"
"Cool! What do you want to drink?!" He urged her forward.
She didn't know much about alcohol, only drinking what she'd been handed at parties, which thinking about it sounded like a good way to get date raped. "I don't know! What do you drink?!"
He grimaced. He knew next to nothing about alcohol. He only drank at parties and more recently since coming to New York. "I have no idea!"
They made it to the bar and bumped into Mike and Tina.
"Hey, guys! What are you getting?!"
"I'm getting a rum and coke!" Mike said. "I'm starting out slow!"
"What about you, Tina?!"
"I'm having Mike choose for me!" Tina shrugged.
"I think Jell-O shots will relax her!" Mike grinned.
Khandi's eyes widened. She'd had Jell-O shots before and they'd been pretty good. "I'll have that!"
Sam nodded. "Okay! I'll get that, too!"
The bartender was a tattooed, pierced emo girl with a half shaved head and a bored expression. "What do ya want?!"
"Three Jell-O shots and a rum and coke!" Mike shouted to be heard.
"What flavors?!" She began pouring Captain Morgan and Coca Cola into a red solo cup.
"Do you have strawberry?!" Tina asked.
She nodded before handing over the rum and coke. She reached behind herself into one of the coolers and took out a tiny plastic cup. "Want three?!"
"I'll take cherry if you got it!" Sam put in the request.
"Two!" Khandi held up two fingers.
She nodded before going to another cooler and taking out two. She handed all three over before moving further down the bar.
Tina took the lid off the cup. "It's so wiggly!"
"Yeah, just knock it back!" Mike sipped his drink.
Tina wrinkled her nose before tipping her head back and emptying the cup. It was a weird sensation trying to swallow yet chew at the same time. "Wow!"
"How is it?!" Sam wanted to know.
"It's strong!"
"It's just a shot of vodka!" Mike shrugged.
Sam made a face. He wasn't well versed in vodka. He faced Khandi. "Ready?!"
She nodded and opened her cup. "To having fun!"
Sam opened his and tapped it against hers before they both downed the red substance. "Wow! That is strong!"
Khandi pursed her lips. "Yep!"
Mike knocked back the rest of his drink. "Ready to get back out there?!"
Tina nodded.
Mike clapped Sam on the back. "We'll see you guys out there!"
The Asians disappeared.
Sam blew out a breath. "Want another one or do you want to dance?!"
"I'm not the best dancer!" Khandi blushed. "I know! A black girl with no rhythm!"
Sam fixed his face. "I can't dance either! At least that's what Marcy says!"
"She seems to be the expert! Did you see her moving earlier?!"
"She's good!" Sam would never say contrary. He knew he couldn't move that way.
"Who cares what other people think?! Let's dance!" The alcohol was hitting Khandi and giving her a sense of courage.
"Sorry if I step on your toes!" Sam apologized now.
"Sorry if I step on yours!"
He grinned. "Alright! Let's go!"
M-A-P
Mercedes placed her hands on Artie's shoulders, scaring the crap out of him. "MJ! You scared the shit outta me!"
"Sorry!" She hugged him from behind. "We're going out for a early breakfast! Wanna come?!"
"Y'all think we wanna be stuck down here?! We don't even know where we at!"
She nodded. "Good point!"
"We're going for food?!" Santana let it be known she was paying attention.
"Yeah! Go outside! I'm looking for everybody! Marcy says if we're not outside in five minutes, she's leaving us here!"
"She's the only one who knows how to get back home!" Brittany fretted.
"Come on! Go outside!"
"Will we be safe?!" Artie looked down his nose at her.
"Marcy's outside!"
"Cool!" He began wheeling that way as Mercedes went off to find the others.
Santana and Brittany followed him until they got outside. There was still a line to get in.
Artie wheeled up to his musical mistress. "Hey! Where we goin?!"
Marcy turned. "To get food! I'm starving!"
"It's all that grass!"
"You gon keep saying that?!"
"You gon keep smokin reefer?!"
"Who says "reefer"?! It's not the 70s!"
"I say what I want!"
"I hope you ate a worm!"
"I didn't!" Though he'd drank his fill throughout the night and had a great buzz going on.
"I'll slip you one one day!"
He laughed. "What place are you trying to get to?!"
"Man, I want some Greek!" She rubbed her stomach.
"Yes!" Mike fist-pumped as he and Tina left the building. "I want a gyro!"
Tina hiccuped. "I want- I want food!"
"Tiny Dancer, are you okay?!" Artie got a good look at her.
"I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm just a little dizzy!"
Mike had his arm around her and was literally holding her up. "She'll be fine! She just needs food and fresh air!"
"Man, food sounds great about now!" Puck shouted as he, Anna, Finn, Rachel and Quinn came outside.
"How'd you do?!" Artie jerked his head up.
"Man, I taste colors!"
"I've never had sex in public before!" Finn was still in a daze.
"Finn!" Quinn slapped his chest.
He flinched. "Sorry!"
Karou laughed. "Score one for the tall guy!"
"There's nothing like getting high and fucking!" Marcy was dead serious.
Mike and Mal hit fists.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Tina narrowed her eyes.
Mike kissed her and she responded thoroughly.
Puck and Artie whooped, making her break away.
"Guys!" Ellen held her head. "You're so loud!"
"Somebody's going to need to lie down soon!" Marcy took her hand.
Ellen brightened.
Mercedes came outside with Sam and Khandi, the last of the stragglers. "We're all here! Let's go!"
"Where is the nearest Greek place?!" Artie asked.
"Greek?!" Mercedes clapped. "Yay!"
"Who said we were going to the nearest?!" Marcy lifted a brow.
"You're gonna make us walk?!" Santana was hurt.
"Unless you can fly, hell yeah!"
The boys fell out laughing but none moreso than Artie, who Santana hit.
"I wanna sit down!" Santana snapped. "I'm wearing heels and I'm stone cold sober while all you had fun!"
"One, I told your ass to take those heels off! You can't wear heels pregnant! It's a danger to your baby, you hardheaded brat!" Marcy started. "Two, it's not my problem that you're sober! Shoulda stayed home if you couldn't handle it! Three,-!" She pushed Santana and the pregnant Latina fell into Artie's lap.
Santana's mouth fell open. "You pushed me!"
"Did I?!"
Santana glared. "I'm going to get you back, Patti! I won't be pregnant forever!"
"You better hope you are!" Marcy turned and walked off.
"Did she just walk away from me?!"
"Who is you?!" Artie sassed.
She gave him a terrible look.
"The girl I'm madly in love with!"
"Who can stop touching him at any moment!" Puck whispered loudly.
Mike and Finn snickered.
"We should go before she leaves us stranded down here." Artie spoke normally as the song went down in volume momentarily.
Santana pulled Brittany down onto Artie's lap. "I'll let that go cuz you're drunk as a skunk."
Artie cleared his throat and began wheeling after his best friend.
Mike, Puck and Finn laughed as the others followed.
M-A-P
"Wake up." Marcy whispered to Ellen.
The redhead breathed deeply and snuggled closer.
Marcy's lips twitched. "You won't get food."
Puck snorted awake. "Food?!"
Mercedes pulled a long suffering look. "You have a tapeworm."
"This is our stop." Marcy said loudly.
The others began stirring but Ellen was being stubborn.
"Mal, pick her up."
"I gotta lift a drunk girl?" Mal looked forlorn but he was amused.
Marcy shook her head. "I'm leaving all of you."
Mal stood up and lifted Ellen like a bride. "Let's go."
They left the subway and Mal had a hard time going up and still holding his slumbering girlfriend.
Marcy led them back to their neighborhood and to a Greek place that stayed open twenty four hours a day, six days a week. Luckily they didn't close until six in the morning on Sunday's.
They went inside and blinked at the bright lights. They went up to the counter, surveying the rest of the restaurant at the same time. It wasn't empty but it wasn't packed either.
Ellen groaned from all the jostling and lifted her head. "Mal?"
"Welcome, sleepyhead." He smiled. "Ready to walk?"
"Where are we?"
"The Pita Palace." Marcy told her.
"What's that?" Ellen blinked widely as Mal set her on her feet.
"Greek place."
"I've never had Greek."
"Want me to order for you?"
Ellen bit her lip. "Yes."
The woman behind the glass smiled. "What would you have?"
Marcy ordered for herself, Ellen and Mal before moving so Mercedes could excitedly go next.
The group moved through the line and found seating near each other and began talking about how much fun they'd had that night.
"Is it normal for my nose to burn?" Puck asked.
"What all did you take?" Mercedes asked back.
"Weed, that hookah stuff, E and a corndog."
"It's the corndog."
"What's in a corndog?"
Mike stared at him in astonishment. "You smoked something you have no idea about?!"
"Mini Mama said she had my back!"
"You better hope you don't get addicted to it."
"I won't!" Puck wasn't worried.
"Uh oh!" Marcy and Karou blinked.
"What does "uh oh" mean?" Finn worried.
"Overconfidence will fuck your life up." Marcy shook her head. "Especially with vices."
Puck felt an inking of fear.
"I told you drugs were bad." Blaine lifted a brow.
"Drugs are tricky. You might not be addicted to one thing but another will set you on your ear." Marcy shrugged. "Sometimes it'll get you on the first go round and others, it'll be your fifteenth year of doing it."
"So why do you do it?" Sam pressed.
"I don't have an addictive personality. If I ever think I might even maybe someday develop a habit, I'm cutting that shit off immediately."
Mal looked down with a smile.
"Why is that funny?" Now that Tina had food in her, she could think clearly.
"I'm just imagining her yanking out a nosehair."
Marcy erupted in giggles. "Boy, you stupid!"
He kissed her cheek then leaned back before she hit him. Except she didn't. "You must be drunk."
"Oh yeah. When we get to the house, I'm taking a bath to get this paint off and if you so happen to get in,…"
He closed his eyes and moaned. "Yes! Love Drunk!Marcy!"
Ellen blushed. "You guys are so dirty!"
"The bath will help." Marcy nodded as she sipped her drink.
Santana burst out laughing.
