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AnniKay
Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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The more I hear about this last season of Glee the more I realize that it is a very good thing I'm not still watching. RIB and his writers can each collectively and individually kiss my big black ass. SamCedes is EndGame. If they can't see that then they need new, not stupid, eyes.
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Summary: The gang has moved to New York. College and career are on the horizon…Are the Original New Directions ready for what all the future holds?
AN: Many of KAMA's songs are real songs recorded by artists in the past. Please check out the Yahoo Group for a full listing of the correct singers, songwriters and other necessary information.
Masterpiece (Jessie J)
Mercedes PoV
All my life my Grandma Mae told me that I needed to 'stop trying to borrow trouble'. I truly didn't think that was what I did. To my way of thinking, it was a simple fact of life that whenever things were going really well for me, some part of the universe would ultimately show me that I wasn't anything all that special. I just felt that my life went a lot more smoothly when I prepared ahead for that fact. The first few months in New York had gone amazingly well. Sure, we were running ourselves half ragged trying to attend Columbia full time, Juilliard part time, record an album and fulfill Sam and Noah's contractual obligations to BMG. I mean our unconventional relationship was actually the easiest thing we had to manage...even with Noah suddenly discovering that he had a hormonal season himself. While Sam's fell during the summer, Puck's just happened to fall in the middle of October... but for the most part I really did think we were managing everything successfully. At least I did until we agreed to do the Madison Square Garden Halloween concert for Warner…from there; everything seemed to quickly snowball out of control.
My life was suddenly more complicated and busy and hectic than I was really able to deal with. Worst of all, I was hiding that fact from everyone, even Sam and Noah. My classes were going fine. After midterms, I had high B to low As in everything. They probably would have been higher, but I pretty much missed a whole day of review after the Halloween concert. My period was supposed to come the following week and then I was scheduled to get my next shot the week after that at the campus health center. Only Aunt Flow never arrived. I was tired, cranky, my breasts hurt all to be damned, I was nauseous and everything, but not even the very light period that I'd been getting with the shot came. There was no other way to say it; I was freaked out. But I also knew that with since we were in the middle of Midterms, there was no way I could bother Sam or Noah. Sam would have more than enough to deal with…stress, tests, and papers were all bad for his learning disability. The last thing he needed on top of all that was a 'hey, I'm late' discussion. I couldn't bring myself to tell Puck without telling Sam and if I didn't tell either of them, I sure as hell wasn't telling anyone else. So instead, I kept it all bottled up and I worried and I fretted and I got so nervous I threw up, which only made me more worried. It was one hell of a vicious cycle.
I did have distractions, thank goodness. We were rapidly approaching the SongBird soundtrack release party where KAMA had to do our song from the soundtrack and I would be doing at least one of my solos and performing my maid featured duet with Jill. Anika, Kurt, Bubbie and I were getting the fashions ready for those performances while Puck, Sam and I were getting the songs prepped. We hadn't really performed 'The Fighter' since we'd recorded it before we left LA. Thankfully Jill and the Weitz Brothers were doing most of the promotional stuff. Though I had been called on to do a few early morning radio interviews with Jill for the soundtrack.
On top of all of that, that Monday I was completely embroiled in the video shoot for the first song that was going to be released from the SongBird movie soundtrack. It was interesting to say the least. Much like during regular filming, I was up at the ass crack of dawn. I showered, moisturized, packed a bag of foundation garments that could work with several different styles of dresses, pulled on some black panties and a functional black bra. Then I threw on some yoga pants, one of Sam's long sleeve tee shirts, one of Puck's not-yet-mutilated-to-show-off-his-guns sweatshirts, along with cute sneakers and made my way to Brooklyn to the Windmill Studios Lot. I was in hair and makeup by seven. Thankfully they did some magic to make my Pocahontas weave look more like the shorter cut that would be equated with the character's look. They also played with the makeup look so that I would look a little more like Lillian than like Mercedes. But that was something that had happened every morning of filming…it wasn't as if they were doing prosthetic pieces or anything, just playing with colors that I never really thought to utilize or thought too edgy for me.
Jill wasn't far behind me, but she looked way more awake than I was feeling that morning. "Girl, you look like you are running yourself ragged. But a little birdie told me that your recorded tracks are all in final edits, so soon you'll be able to put to bed your first album…that has to make it at least a little better…right?"
"It really does, but I could definitely use a vacation soon." I admitted.
Jill laughed. "Oh sweetie…I hate to break it to you, but you are at least three or four years out from getting a real break. First you have to get out the debut album. You're gonna be doing promotion and, hopefully, three to four videos off that album. Then there is the opening act tour. Then you've gotta write and record your sophomore album and hope and pray that shit sells too. Another round of promos and videos then a middle card tour. In the middle of that tour cycle you'll be doing either a duets album or a Christmas/holiday album…usually those don't get a whole lot of fan fair…just a video or two. But they are definitely money in the bank. Then after that you have to put out a third album. This time you have to try to top the sales of the previous two or you won't be getting a fourth. Again you need to do videos, promotional, and the tour, headlining this time which is a headache of its own. Then you can probably have a nice break…but since you're handling your college stuff too…that might be five or six years out."
I groaned. "Just what I needed to hear this morning."
Jill shrugged unconcernedly. "Just keepin' it one hundred. This life we lead looks good from the outside, but it sure as hell ain't for the weak at heart."
"No one has ever called my black ass weak...short, yeah…but weak never." I returned with a chuckle. Soon our makeup was finished, our hair was on point and we were lead to wardrobe. The video concept was amazingly simple. We would start of at different sides of the sound stage in front of a huge green screen. We were to walk towards each other slowly and of course on beat singing as we went. We would do it in three different gowns. The first gowns were both shades of blue. Jill's gown was floor length with a deep décolletage and chevron ruching to beading and sequins at the center of her torso. It was highlighted with a faux fur, thigh length coat in a matching blue. My own gown was slightly darker and it was heavily beaded. The one shoulder gown hugged my curves as tightly as humanly possible and to be honest I was kind of scared that some of the singing I would need to do would pop the darts the wardrobe mistress had added to make it truly body conforming. Since we were walking over and over again, our shoes were actually designed for function rather than form. Granted they were still high heels, so it did still hurt some eventually, but after about thirty repetitions of the song -we only had to sing for real twice- we were sent to have a little break and change.
The next thirty times we heard our voices come over the speakers, we were in red. My dress was true cherry red shantung silk with cap sleeves, a square neckline and weirdly flattering pleating and draping over the bodice and waist. The skirt hugged my hips and thighs, but skimmed my calves with extra volume that made you wonder at first if there was a bustle or cape behind me. Ms. Scott's dress was completely fierce. It was a little oranger a shade of red than mine, but of the same material. It hugged her curves and the long sleeves were tightly wrapped as well. The bodice was a shawl collar that again showed her girls off to the very best advantage. While my weave was hella curly and down, Jill's long natural hair was braided into intricate updos. The last run through we were both in black and in wigs that were styled exactly like we'd worn our hair when shooting the film. Jill's dress was another body con dress with a plunging neckline and mermaid skirt. It was simply elegant and totally dramatic. My dress was a simple, one shoulder empire waist gown with skirts that were layers of chiffon over a body skimming layer of silk. For six hours we walked and sang, then we got changed back into our street clothes and let them work their magic while we had a very late lunch. Before we broke for the day, we saw the filmed scenes that would play behind us; some were famous mothers and their daughters, or famous daughters and their mothers, including the song's writer Jessica Cornish aka Jessie J and her mother. There were women who had been 'born female' and transgender women. Interspersed in those were scenes from SongBird. The mini-movie really was a testament to the love of mothers and daughters.
Ms. Scott gave me a ride back to Harlem. She and I laughed the whole way there. She was actually supposed to be having dinner with some friends at Ginny's Supper Club. Since she had some time to kill she asked if she coluld see the house. I gladly gave her the full tour. Thankfully, all my friends behaved themselves…even Santana. Jill was very kind and took pictures with everyone who asked her and she talked with Jamie about her dreams and NYADA. I was getting used to how just cool Jill Scott really was, and by the time she left to go get dressed, our whole household loved her.
The next day we were once more up with the chickens. We made it to Warner's offices by seven thirty and took a limo with Anika and Christophe over to Brooklyn Bridge and the accompanying park for the actual shoot. They had everything ready for us when we got there. Hair and makeup was kept really simple for the first shots. I was decked out in an above the knee silver body con dress with little to no cleavage but gorgeous embellishments to keep it very interesting, black heels, wavy hair and a bold fuchsia lip. Sam and Puck were both shirtless in jeans that were open at the waistband. For the first shot, we were standing on the bridge's iconic walk way each of them leaning their backs against one of my shoulders, Sam on my right and Noah on my left. They took a few serious faces then had us looking smiling and happy and a few more where the guys were giving me their best 'come hither' looks. Then they had us stand with the guys facing the camera, but angled towards me. I was facing away, but throwing a sensual smile back at the camera over my shoulder. My arms were around their waists and they each had a hand on my backside. Their own smiles were very devilish. Then they asked for a shot. Without a word to each other, they both dropped to their knees and kissed my hips. I don't know who laughed more at that one, me or the photographer.
After that we changed into black and white outfits. I was in a white dress with black sides giving me a damn near perfect looking hourglass silhouette. Noah was in black slacks with a black vest and tie and simple white business shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Sam's black and white look was harsher. He was wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket with a plain white tee under it. We each took solo shots in the black and white outfits. The shots were taken in the park with the Manhattan sky line behind us. The photographer also a group shot of us still in the black and white outfits but where we were each in different parts of the frame, looking around as if we were each there by our self. We were then posed on the bridge in pretty much the same poses all over again in the black and white.
Another wardrobe change and we all were in black leather jackets. My jacket covered a black patent leather bustier which was paired with black suede pants and boots. Puck's covered a heather gray vee neck and black leather jeans. They just had Sam change into a dark gray graphic tee; the rest of his outfit was the same as the black and white look. They rolled a purple piano into place so that I could sit at it and have the skyline behind me. That picture turned out amazing, but oh God did sitting in those tight ass black suede pants hurt all to be damned. They set up a white wall and had Puck sit in front of it with a guitar and then did the same with Sam. They then had Sam and Noah put their feet up on the piano bench on either side of me and told us to look as if we were working on a song together.
The final wardrobe change saw them putting in more black. This time for me it was black skinny jeans, a slightly more comfortable black satin bustier and a black quilted satin bolero jacket. I did get to wear a fucking awesome pair of six inch, black leather Louboutin pumps. That was totally worth the ill conceived suede pants. I was posed a million different ways always alone. Puck was in black jeans a black blazer and black tee, with black Sketchers. He went through the same amount of poses before he was released and allowed to get back into his street clothes. For the totally solo pics, Sam was dressed in charcoal slacks, a black vee neck pullover and black dress shoes. By the end of the shoot he was complaining about his feet so bad I wanted to make him rock the Louboutins that Anika had gifted me with at the end of the shoot…five minutes in those and he would be loving his 'uncomfortable' men's dress shoes.
Unfortunately even dealing with several distractions can be pretty fleeting. All too soon I was forced back to my reality. For the better part of the following week I kept the fact that I thought I was pregnant to myself, trying to find comfort where I could. I talked to my grandmother and great aunts on the phone, pretending like I was just updating them with how school was going and how life in New York was shaping up. Not one of them said anything about having any dreams involving fish or death. I did find out that Felicia was on bed rest and would be until she gave birth. She and Gabbie were due about the same time, but Gabbie was having a much easier pregnancy. Still, while I was majorly happy that Felicia was finally getting the baby she had dreamed of and ached for for so long, I didn't want to talk about pregnancies or babies. I was very relieved to hear that none of them, not even Aunt Bee or Grandma had had any prophetic dreams.
I didn't really relax until the Friday of the week after midterms. I kept the appointment that I had made during orientation when we toured the health center to get my next depo shot. I held my breath while I peed in the cup and had my blood drawn for my blood work. The wait was interminable. Those were the longest twenty minutes of my freakin' life. When the RN came to give me my results, she was all smiles and chipperness. "Well as expected, you're not pregnant, though you are presenting with some mild anemia and Vitamin D deficiency. I'd like to see you taking a multivitamin and getting an extra thirty minutes of sunlight every day." The breath of air that I released when she said I wasn't pregnant was harsh and ruffled her papers. I was just that relieved. "I take it that you were worried about pregnancy?" she asked with a small grin.
"It just that my period didn't come, at all." I murmured.
She nodded. "That will eventually happen with the depo provera and according to the records your doctor sent in, you've been on it for over a year. Stress and major life changes have been known to cause hiccups in women's cycles as well. Moving to college, is a big change and really can be stressful...you wouldn't be the first girl to have her cycle thrown off by all these changes."
She gave me my depo shot and an infusion of iron to help with the anemia that she felt was the cause of my fatigue. When I left that office I was feeling damn near high I was so happy. As much as I would love any child of Sam and Noah's, I also knew that it was way too soon and we were entirely too busy to have that child right then. I was so happy that I needed to go shopping and I had the best excuse for why. I still needed to perfect my look for the soundtrack drop party and the dress that Kurt and I had thought would be perfect when I was feeling some kind of way thinking I'd fucked up our whole future just wasn't doing it for me any longer. Originally we'd decided upon a sweetly demure Marina Rinaldi cocktail dress in a pretty shade of salmon. It was the exact opposite of how I felt when with Noah and Sam. It was a Sunday go to meeting dress. I needed something with a wow factor, something that, while not blatant or over the top, was sexy and hot.
But even before I could go shopping, I needed to have a talk with my guys. I realized that I probably hadn't done as great a job hiding my fear and angst from my guys as I'd have hoped…rather they had assumed that I would come to them when I was ready to let them know what was wrong. So I texted them and asked them if they would like to go on a real date that evening. They both said yes, so during my next class break, I tried to make the arrangements. My attempts to find the perfect date night restaurant were thwarted by the short notice. I wanted to go somewhere nice but not super expensive. Unfortunately that wasn't happening. Finally in a fit of desperation, I called Bubbie Ruth. "Help…I need to take the guys out on a date tonight. We need to have a talk and we need to celebrate. I was trying to, you know, Do it Like A Dude and get us reservations and plan everything. I've got nothing. I was hoping for Amour de La Vie again…it's where we went for our first New York date junior year, but they are closed all weekend for some big family event."
Ruth Mayzer just laughed at me. "First of all take a deep breath and relax. Are you looking for somewhere dressy, or somewhere casual?"
"Kind of in between. I want to wear a nice dress…I want to find a place where we can eat and dance and talk like we did that night." I told her honestly. "Everything has been so crazy that we could so use some down time."
Bubbie was quiet for a long moment. "Alright. I've got a few friends I can call. But you might want to mentally prepare yourself despite what TV would have you believe, the lower upper crust places fill up first."
"I'll wear my prom dress if I have to." I assured her. "We haven't had a date night since we got here and I think we need this. Plus, I may have been shutting them out the last week or two. Not intentionally at all, but I've gotta make it up to them."
"I know. Noah has called me every single day for the last two weeks to see if you'd told me what was wrong. It got so bad, yesterday he had me and poor Mills on a three way conference call to see if you had told us what he and or Sam had done wrong. So do I need to be preparing to help you three turn the boys man cave into a nursery?" She teased.
I groaned. "No…I thought I might have been…but it was apparently just stress, anemia and a slight Vitamin D deficiency."
I could almost hear her nodding. "Which any of the moms in your life could have told you if you'd actually asked. Mae called me dying laughing about how pitiful you were, trying to see if any of them had had any pregnancy dreams without confessing that you were worried that you thought you were pregnant." Bubbie Ruth giggled.
"I was scared." I finally admitted.
Bubbie sighed. "We know you were scared, but what was your plan if the test had been positive? You have a support system…But Hot Chocolate…you have gotta to learn to lean on us when you need to."
"Yeah, but my support system is full of people that I want to make proud and certainly never disappoint." I told her honestly. "I'd have either had to ask y'all not to tell the parents, which would have been wrong, or I would have had to tell the parents myself, which could have easily gotten us in huge trouble even though we've pretty much been following all the rules."
"Which your parents would have taken into consideration. I hope that you believe me when I say that while your parents are hoping that you will not get pregnant before you graduate college, they will understand if you do as long as you were not actively not trying not to get pregnant before you all finish your degrees." Bubbie Ruth said wisely.
I thought about it for a long moment. "You're right. I'm trying so hard to be grown up, but then just when I needed to show maturity, I turned back into a fourteen year old kid."
Bubbie laughed her ass off at me. When she finally caught her breath she assured me that everyone had those moments. "I was married and had been in my own home for years. I'd even had some trouble conceiving and was sure that my mother would be happy for me…and I still had a mini-freak out about telling her. Now you aren't in the same place, so I'm sure that your anxiety was even worse, but I want to make a deal with you. If you have another scare, I want you to promise that you will call and talk to me or you will call and talk to Mae. Either of us will help you and support you no matter what. We will even keep it to ourselves, no questions, no judgment." I felt my eyes fill with tears. I'm very rarely emotional. But that was definitely touching. I promised and thanked her for loving me as well as Grandma Mae. "Mercedes Jones, one day you're gonna realize that you became my grandbaby the second you brought my Noah back from the brink of becoming just another no good, trashy ass Puckerman. Now hang up…I'll call you back when I have you guys some reservations."
As I waited for Bubbie Ruth to work her magic, I allowed my mind to wander to what I could wear if the place was fancier than I'd originally thought of. That mental path led me to trying to think if what I should be looking for to wear for the drop party. I texted Santana, Kurt and Mills, then I considered texting Jamie for a hot minute, but I decided not to. Chances were very good that the shopping trip would involve a lot of talking about what had been going on in my head space over the last couple of weeks, and while Jamie was cool and a good shopping buddy we weren't 'share the pregnancy scare' close. Mills hit me back first. She wouldn't be able to make it. She had three appointments that morning and then she and Saul had plans for the afternoon and evening. However, Santana and Kurt were both in. Kurt's reply text showed me exactly how not well I had hidden my worries from my friends. 'Oh good. I'm glad that you are feeling more like yourself again. We need to find you something smoking hot.'
Santana's response was far more straight-forward. 'Yeah, I'm down and your ass bets to be ready to share with the class WTF is wrong with you. I was about one day from going straight up Snix on you.'
Despite their differing responses, I sent them both the same reply, 'Taking my husbands out for dinner and dancing tonight, will confess all to them. I'll clue you in tomorrow while we shop.'
I'd no sooner hit send than Bubbie Ruth hit me back. 'Alright…you've got eight thirty reservations at The Place, 310 West Fourth Street. Dress is upper end of casual, trendy fashion will work. Then Deborah was able to hook you up with tickets to Girls and Boys at Webster Hall. Take your Columbia IDs…she said something about how you might get something off drinks. You can tell the rest to meet you at Webster Hall…they will love it.'
I couldn't wait. I promised Bubbie that I would be sure to thank her in my Grammy speech and hustled my ass to class. I'd be a little late but it was well worth it. As soon as I could, I texted Noah and Sam that we had eight thirty reservations at a great restaurant in Chelsea. I completely rushed them home after colloquium, kissing them in a flurry of unabashed PDAs on the subway and then commandeered the shower. When I came out, they were both finishing up at the sink. "So it looks like someone has gotten out of their funk." Sam teased as he rinsed the evidence of his five o'clock shadow down the sink.
"Oh, most definitely." I assured him. "I'll tell y'all about it at dinner." I said as I rodded my weave.
Noah pulled me back against his chest. "I'm gonna hold you to that…but just for now…did Sam or Me do anything to have caused said funk?"
I shook my head solemnly. "I promise; this one was all on me. You and Sam didn't do anything wrong."
"Okay." they both said very relieved. Before they got in the shower to get cleaned up, they helped me lotion. I did my makeup and headed to my closet. I dug through my lingerie and decided to go all the way out in the whole sexy factor. I shrugged into a watermelon colored Isabella shelf bra from the Hips & Curves site Felicia had turned me onto with her gift card. I even put in the silicone bumps that would make my breasts assured continued presence in the really demi cups even more precarious. But they increased the 'sit up and beg'-ability of my cleavage. I forwent the matching panties, but added the accompanying garter belt and black, lace top, seam up the back stockings. I wiggled into a black lace and leopard print vintage look pencil dress that stopped about an inch or so above my knees. I grabbed my shoes and purse and headed out into the bedroom for a zip up, which Sam was so happy to give me, pressing kisses to my back as he did so. After I packed the essentials into my adorable MK mini purse, I slid my feet into the matching MK, black leather Hamilton five inch heels I'd spent two hours last August convincing Mom to allow me to bring with me.
I looked over at Sam and Noah and they were both decked out just as nicely. Sam was rocking a deep gray suit with a very light lavender shirt and gun metal and purple tie, while Puck was his chocolate brown suit with a light ivory shirt and rich burgundy tie. "Oh damn, Babygirl you are looking fine as hell tonight." He moaned when I returned from taking the curlers from my hair having brushed it into Bardot waves.
"You are always so beautiful, but tonight you are completely gorgeous." Sam agreed. "I think we're gonna have to drive. If we go on the subway with you looking like that, we'd never make it to the restaurant. We'd end up killing somebody."
I laughed. "We're gonna have to drive anyway…these shoes were not meant for walking."
"So grab some you can dance in and then we need to head out." Puck pointed out. "Traffic is killer."
We headed down and ran into Kurt and Blaine who were heading out for dinner themselves. I told them about the Webster Hall thing and they said they would probably meet us there. I'd never been so grateful that we were so close to the garage as I was that night. Then the happiness just kept coming, the traffic seemed to all be on the other side until we got to about Tenth and then the restaurant had valet so we made it to the Madre D with three minutes to spare. Since we were pretty exactly on time, we were shown right to our table. The restaurant was very pretty, with a sweet, candlelit ambience. They were kind and personable. Our waiter was very attentive and not leery at all.
"Good evening, welcome to The Place. My name is Oliver and I will be your waiter this evening. Would you like to start off with something to drink?"
We place both our drink and appetizer order. Given the nature of the restaurant, I let Sam and Puck have the lead. They ordered me a glass of sparkling water and some sweet iced tea while ordering cokes for both of them. Sam ordered us each a different salad and Noah asked the waiter to bring us an order of the pan seared scallops to share. As he left with our order I told my men the reason I'd been so out of it the two weeks that we'd all been going through some shit. "I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you, but I just…I don't know why I didn't. I guess I just thought that I could save you from worrying too."
Sam sighed. "Mercy…I just don't know what to do with you." He shook his head. "How many times are you gonna try to shoulder all the burdens of the world all by yourself?"
"I…don't mean to." I admitted. "It's just that I don't like to be a burden…"
Noah shook his head. "No, you still worry that everyone is like Berry and only interested in you for what you can do for them, and that they will drop you if you prove to be too much trouble. Well get over it. Cause we aren't going anywhere."
I shook my head. "I'm not worried that you two are going anywhere. But I was worried that I was fucking everything up." I told him, told them both, hoping I could make them understand.
"I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I do know that you can't get yourself pregnant. So it wouldn't have been you 'fucking everything up,' it would have been all of us. And we would have dealt with it." Sam chided. "You can't keep pushing us away to protect your heart Darlin'. You were worried that we'd hear that you were pregnant…and yeah it would ruin the plans we've made…but part of that worry, maybe not even consciously was the wonder if we'd stick with you. You hear how we can't wait until we can have children with you and yet you ain't listening." I started to interrupt but he stopped me. "Now I ain't saying that we're gonna do it anytime soon. I figure twenty-eight to thirty would be a good age to become parents…but if it happens sooner, we're here. If it never happens, we're here. If we have sextuplets, we're here. Get that through your hard head."
I gave them a watery smile as Oliver arrived with our drinks. He quickly sat those down in front of each of us; before placing a scots kale, drake feta and roasted beet salad with heirloom red and golden beets tossed in scots kale set over a roasted sweet potato emulsion with an aged balsamic vinaigrette in front of me, and two arugula salads with shaved parmesan and a mustard seed dressing in front of Sam and Puck. Then he disappeared like smoke only to reappear with three small plates and the pan seared diver scallops which were served over roasted celery-root puree, with crispy prosciutto, Brussels sprout leaves and a port wine reduction. A moment after he turned away, Noah started to smile…then chuckle…then laugh. "I cannot believe that you forgot that the shot was gonna turn off the Crimson Wave. I don't know about Sammy Boy, but I've been waiting on that shit to stop coming for a while because I know Sam and you have some issues with boning during your issue…but your ass forgot."
I looked down at my salad only to have my head snap back up involuntarily as Sam's laughter joined Puck's. "You're both wrong for laughing." I grumbled before I found myself joining the chuckles. We settled in to eat our salad and appetizer talking and chatting.
Sam and Noah caught me up on the things I had missed while I'd been checked out. "Santana was ready to pull out the Chinese water torture to figure out what the hell was going on in your head. Luckily for you Brittany kept distracting her."
"I'll talk to her tomorrow. We've gotta go shopping for me a new dress for the drop party. I don't know what crack I was smoking but there was absolutely no sexy at all in that dress I ordered." I said fiercely.
Puck shrugged. "It will be nice for church, or if you have to sing at a wedding or something."
"The dress is pretty, but it isn't what I expected you to choose for an industry event after everything you said to Anika." Sam concurred. "Could you look for something in red?"
I rolled my eyes. "You don't think that red makes me look like the Koolaid Man?"
Puck's whole face tightened as he frowned. "You look hot in red. It makes you look like cherry covered chocolate...totally edible. But I say make sure it has a neckline like that dress. I get hard as hell every time you lean forward."
Sam nodded. "Oh yeah, and form fitting, gotta get more members for the fan club for Dat Ass." He smirked. "Blaine managed to get the club a presence on Twitter, Instagram and FaceBook already."
"You have gotta be kidding me." I groaned.
They both shook their heads. "That blogger who mistook you from Nikki Minaj when we met with Lyor over Christmas break, he was the first non-McKinley Member." Noah said with a puckish grin.
Probably I would have thrown a piece of beet at him, but Oliver popped back up to take our entree orders. Noah looked things over and smiled. "The Scallops were great, so we might as well continue with the seafood theme. How is the seafood chowder?"
"It is wonderful tonight. Often I find that it has a little too much potato in it, but tonight the delivery was short on potatoes, so it is absolutely perfect." Oliver said with a smile.
"Cool. Is there a way we can get one bowl and three spoons, we'll share? Our boo will have the fettuccini, Sam," he gestured at our shared man, "will have the pork medallions, and I'll have the strip steak." He finished.
"Very well…" Oliver seemed a little thrown from the whole 'our boo' thing but he didn't let it stop him from being professional. "And can I go ahead and put in your dessert or we can wait until you see if you're going to have room?"
Sam, Noah and I exchanged looks. I let them have the decision. They were running this part of the evening, I'd made the arrangements and I'd be paying from my separate account, but they seemed to have enjoyed making the decisions on the other two courses. Finally Sam spoke up. "We'll go ahead and order dessert now. Can you please bring us the bread pudding with three spoons?"
Oliver nodded and made a suggestion. "If you like traditional bread pudding, you will probably enjoy ours, but I find it even better when with paired with the crème brulee."
Noah and I nodded and Sam added it to the order and we continued to chat and talk while we finished our salads. "So Webster Hall is supposed to be iconic. What is 'Girls and Boys' though?" Puck asked with a grin.
"It's the Friday night Club night…they have Pop Rox in the Marlin room and Hip Hop and Reggae in the Balcony lounge." I told them. "I looked it up after Bubbie told me that we had tickets. Are we going to go home so you guys can change?"
"I thought about you poor feet dancing in those heels, but I didn't think about the fact that we probably wouldn't want to go to the club in suits." Puck admitted.
Sam shrugged. "I guess we can go and change. I doubt clubs here get going before eleven or twelve." That was easily agreed on. "So Mercy, Baby…what else haven't you told us?"
I smirked. I'd been hoping for an opening like that all night. "Well," I started, getting my last bit of the delicious salad on my fork, "I left the panties that match my bra in my lingerie chest." I quickly put the food into my mouth as both of their jaws dropped open. They both knew that I would never wear panties that didn't match on a night out. "Oh, but I am wearing the matching garter belt."
"Oi, you are a cheeky little monkey aren't you?" Sam broke out his best English accent.
Puck just licked his lips and looked around. I stopped him before he could put his thoughts into action. "Do not even try what you're thinking about doing. Even if you get under the table without anyone seeing you, my dress might actually be even tighter than the one I had on for the performance…so there is no way you can possibly get your mouth on my lady parts."
He full on pouted, but any comment he might have made was cut off by the arrival of Oliver and a bus boy to clear the table. as soon as we were alone again, he shot back, "you cannot tell me shit like 'I'm not wearing any panties' and then tell me I can't get down and lick the kitty cat." He chastised.
"Eat the expensive ass, culinary masterpieces that are being served to you by Oliver. You can eat me later." I teased.
"I wanna eat you now and later." Puck told me his voice ringing with honesty.
Sam laughed. "Let's just keep it real…when don't we want to eat her. I'm sitting here thinking, wow this salad dressing tastes amazing, but it would taste even better if Mercy would let me lick it off her titties."
My face was infused with heat, but it got even hotter when Oliver made his presence known as he checked our drink levels and replaced the silverware we'd already used. Thankfully he was a consummate professional and just told us that our dinner would be out shortly. When he walked away I glared at both of my men. "I cannot believe you two just did that to that poor guy."
They looked at each other across the table. "Oh Darlin', I'm looking at this very romantic restaurant, trust and believe that he has probably heard a lot worst."
"Yeah, Sammy Boy's right. Besides, you brought us here looking like that, smelling all good…you had to be trying to seduce us. Well congratulations…you succeeded." Puck smirked over at me. "You can't get mad at us for wanting you, when you went out of your way to make damn sure we wanted you more than ever."
"Why is it that every time you tell me you want me you always add that 'more than ever'." I was really just curious. Even after a year and a half, there was still plenty about my men that I had to learn. Part of me wondered if I would ever stop learning new and interesting things about the way they thought.
"Because every day with you we fall just a little deeper in love with you." Sam explained reasonably.
"Yeah," Noah agreed. "Plus there is the fact that every time we make love its better than the time before…so every time we want you a little bit more."
Boy logic was kind of baffling but I accepted the compliment in the spirit with which it was given. I reached over and took both their hands trying to convey my happiness with a gentle squeeze to each. "Well then I want the two of you more each and every single day too."
Of course that was when Oliver showed up with our entrees. If he was even half as embarrassed at the conversational turns he kept walking into, I was going to have to tip him really, really well. I was served first. The plate he put in front of me was awesome looking. A bed of homemade fettuccine covered with several large tiger shrimp all served with shallots, wild mushrooms, green peas, pancetta and cherry tomatoes that had been tossed in a rich Chablis and Maine lobster broth. Sam's dinner was every bit as appealing. He was given a plate of sliced Idaho potato with a sautéed red cabbage hash of currants, toasted almonds and wild mushrooms and a dijon mustard reduction on top of which sat three medallions of pork loin glazed and roasted with honey. Puck's dinner was the last to be set down. He had ordered the char-grilled NY Angus strip steak, medium rare and it came with a potato pie that had gruyere, parmesan, cheddar and chives inside, plus wilted baby spinach and a natural jus. The seafood and petit pan squash chowder, which Oliver made sure to put in the center of the table with three soup spoons, was filled with Scottish salmon, lobster, calamari, shrimp, clams, mussels, and a smattering of cubed new potatoes in a herbed, fragrant broth. It was thick, rich and warm…perfectly seasoned, just like all three of the entrees and the scallops.
By the time dessert came, I was fully ready to make 'The Place' our place, but Sam and Noah both reminded me that we were in a city known for its culinary scene as much as its fashion scene. They were right. While 'The Place' was really good, there were tons more that we could try on for size. The spiced pumpkin bread pudding with its accompanying Tahitian vanilla ice cream and a ginger crème anglaise and the traditional crème brulee with lavender essence were both amazing and to be honest if our entrees had been any bigger, it would have all been too much...but as it was we were pleasantly full. The only thing that caused Oliver any visible shock at all evening was when I took the check and handled it. I was pleasantly surprised to note that the total was actually under two hundred for all three of us. I rounded it up to two fifty including his tip and we gathered our things and headed to the valet.
One think I really loved about New York was the fact that everywhere took credit or debit cards…even valets. But I did have to admit that given the rates, I was really glad that we were going to leave the Tahoe in the garage and take the train back to Webster Hall. We made it back to the house around eleven and Sam and Noah traded their suits for some club appropriate dark wash jeans and respective dark blue and light gray pullovers. I traded my five inch Michael Kors for a pair of cute suede leopard print MK ballet flats that Kurt had given me when he was apologizing for ditching me two years before. I toned down my look a little since I'd lost the heels and we were back out the door by eleven thirty.
Webster Hall was every bit as cool looking as one would have expected. When we got there, Kurt and Blaine, Santana and Brittany were already waiting on us. Artie had flaked out on us in favor of completing a huge project for his film theory class. The club wasn't super huge, but it was really cool. It looked pretty much like one would imagine. It actually looked quite a bit like a harder, grittier version of Club Exxcess, only Kurt and Blaine and Santana and Britts weren't the only same sex couples making out on the dance floor. Hell, Sam, Puck and me weren't the only trio out there. It was fucking awesome not to be stared at or commented on. To just be three lovers dancing and making out in a club like any other kids our age. We didn't leave the Hall until almost six.
We lucked out and there was a bagel place that was open and serving breakfast between the club and the subway station. Even Kurt ate like he was starving…when we made it home; we showered to rid ourselves of the sweat from dancing and the smell of the club fell into bed and made love until we literally couldn't stay awake any longer. That night was exactly like I'd imagined living in New York would be, I felt like I'd glimpsed the future and the future was good.
Thrift Shop (Macklemore & Ryan Lewis)
Santana PoV
We didn't get home until around the time we had originally planned to get up to go shopping for Mercedes' 'gots ta be better than the one she originally picked out' dress. Artie was just finishing showering after pulling an all-nighter and he was good enough to wait on us to get into the bed. Sex with Artie is always fucking boss. He was creative and he was commanding…but not irritatingly so. He knew how to follow a command with something that would show me that he held me as his equal. His dick was big enough to always be a good ride and the things that boy could do with his fingers and mouth were actual and factual works of fucking art. Plus, he wasn't adverse to cuddling after and drifting off to sleep without showering again after sex. So after fucking ourselves into a coma, what was supposed to be a morning spent shopping became an afternoon spent shopping.
As soon as we got out of the house, I turned to Mercedes and growled. "Your ass betta not be pregnant." Pregnancy had been the worst case scenario in my head for her mental absence and, to be honest, bad attitude the preceding few weeks.
She shook her head. "Not pregnant…but I was scared as hell that I was. I didn't get even the smallest hint of a period…and it scared me."
"Shit, was that all…I haven't had a period since I was sixteen. The shot did away with that messy bitch after I was on it for about a year." I told her with a grin. "So you got all scared and didn't bother talking to anybody about it? What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck are we all living together and shit for if you're not gonna fucking let us help your ol' prideful ass when you need it? I'm trying to figure out how the fuck we were going to manage you having a baby already without fucking up the school shit. I almost called my Tia Dominiqua to see if she felt like being a nanny again."
Kurt just looked relieved. Probably a bit of that relief was that I stayed in English for my whole rant, but mostly because the problem was something simple and had already been resolved. "I'm a little sad. I saw the cutest little baby Burberry trench the other day." He joked. "To be honest I kind of thought that you were upset by those Bs you got. That or I was worried that you had run yourself into the ground and were suffering some weird exhaustion/depression hybrid emotional state."
"Well, I'm not pregnant. I do have to take a multivitamin everyday 'cause I have some moderate anemia, and I have to get more sunlight. Anemia causes fatigue and, apparently, Vitamin D deficiency causes anxiety which I'm totally claiming as my excuse for going a little crazy with the whole pregnancy scare thing." Mercedes told us with a grin.
I gave her a side eye… "Hold up…back up. How the hell are you supposed to get more sun? We live in a city where if a building doesn't fully attempt to blot out the sun, you almost can't get the permits. Then there is your schedule, you're either in class or on the subway going to class or you're in the studio or you're on your way to the studio…sunlight is for people who don't have shit to do."
I could see that they agreed but they both still wanted to come up with some idea that would fix the problem. "You know, we could probably walk to Loehmann's, check them out and then take the subway to some of the boutiques downtown." Kurt suggested. It seemed like a good idea. Only problem was that they didn't have shit that looked like Mercedes Jones. I mean, I found like three dresses and Kurt found some cute shirts, but Mercy left empty handed. Per the recommendation of one of the ladies we met in the racks at Loehmann's we took the train to Hell's Kitchen and checked out a place called Monif C's. But that place was way too Coco Austin and nowhere near Mercedes Jones. However the store's owner Monifa Clark was totally cool and she sent us over to Fashion to Figure. We found Cedes some cute date night shit there, but nothing that made us just say 'yeah, that's the one'. However the chick checking us out…literally and figuratively hipped us to Lee Lee's Valise. Now that shop was all the way in Brooklyn, but Cedes left there with three new skirts, a new dress, some leggings and an incredible antiqued silver medallion necklace that she was determined was going to go with the dress she was going to find. The store clerk helped her find some earrings to match too.
After that we tried the big three; Macy's, Barney's and Bloomingdales. For the most part we'd all gotten our clothes not long after we'd received the invitations. Apparently when you held a record release party you invited everyone associated with the acts, including friends and family and any known fan group. Still Kurt was looking for something fashion forward to wear. He wanted to be the best dressed gay at the ball. I really like to shop and the money my Mami had transferred into my account when she learned about the shopping trip was burning a hole in my sexy as hell Calvin Klein tote bag…so we each bought something in all three. Of course our happy, carefree day of shopping ended up pissing off some jealous rent-a-cop or broke ass store clerk who decided to have us stopped since we could afford their shit and they couldn't even with their employee discount. I got stopped and harassed by NYPD after Barney's and Cedes got her turn after Bloomies. So since we were kind of pissed off after that bullshit, especially since we'd been flying pretty fucking high having found her the perfect shoes and those bitches being on sale, we decided to break for what was technically dinner…but really just lunch. Once we were full and a lot calmer, we found Avenue.
Avenue was apparently the NYC predecessor for Lane Bryant. They had some cute stuff, but to be honest it had been six hours, like five or six trains, we had at least four or five bags each, and our significant others were about ready to send out the hounds…we were tired as hell. The fucking outfit was definitely coming together. We had found shoes. We had found jewelry. We had even found lingerie…we just hadn't found the perfect dress. Then we started combing the racks at Avenue. Now over the course of the shopping excursion, Aretha had let slip certain things we needed to know about the dress. She really wanted a bold color, red or a nice royal blue or purple. She wanted to find something that made the most of her curves, that caressed the borders between subtle and overt sexuality. Given the statement piece she had chose for her necklace, we'd need either a deep v neck or a high boatneck…I immediately ditched the idea of a boat neck. When you had the ability to create cleavage like my chica Mercedes, it was a crime against God not to do so whenever called for.
Finally we found three choices. One was a champagne colored, sequined mesh sheath dress with a kind of high collar and cap sleeves. While it looked great against her skin it was still really demure. The next dress was a gorgeous illusion lace cocktail dress that would skim her curves deliciously. It was a deep rose that looked almost like a metallic red. The metallic look lace was laid over an opaque silk sheath that covered from cleavage down to mid thigh. That dress made Cedes' ass look like candy. But it didn't work with the accessories that we'd already bought…so while she bought it, it wasn't the dress for the event we were trying to dress her for. The final dress she came out in was absolutely perfect. It was a bright, bold cherry red, had a wide, semi-deep v neckline with pin-tuck detailing and sleeves that would stop at her elbows. It was ruched from right under her breasts down to the knee length hem, which Kurt immediately decided needed to be brought up to mid thigh. In fact other than the sleeves, the only part of the dress that weren't ruched or pleated looking was the material that would cover her actual tits. That shit was going to make her already huge bazoongas look even bigger.
When we checked out, I was shocked and appalled when she had each dress rung up separately. Then she explained. "Mrs. Abrams told me to always get industry event clothing I bought myself on a separate receipt so that I could claim it as a work related expense."
"Damn, I wanna be like you when I grow the hell up." I teased. "But right now I just want to get our asses home. I cannot believe we've been shopping for like seven or eight hours, after only getting like three or four hours of sleep."
"Oh I can believe we did it…I just can't believe we didn't kill each other." Kurt returned with a chuckle.
We got home ate dinner and crashed…hard. The next week or so flew and crawled by. I've gotta confess school, even school I wanted to go to, bored the fuck out of me. If I hadn't had Artie and Britts keeping my ass going, I know that I would have dropped out. My grades weren't the problem, I just didn't like going to class and taking notes and all that shit. But with all of us together it became a fucking pride thing. If fucking Puck was sticking things out, my ass had no choice at all. I had to stay in school and go to class and bust those fuckers out the water with the level of knowledge this Midwestern Latina brought to their world. With everything that was going on in the house though, it made shit outside of class time fly by. That last week before Thanksgiving was no different.
Monday through Thursday we were living in the land of the college student. Friday, after classes, we had dinner together for what seemed like the first time in a while. Then we all vegged out on the couches in Commune and Klaine's family room and binge watched 'The Originals'. That show rocked for all of us. It had fine ass men…so the girls and Klaine were happy. It had vampires so Sam and Robonerd were happy. And Puck was happy because 'Retha got all hot and bothered watching the sexy vampires. Saturday was a wash; Mercedes spent all fucking day at Ricki's getting her weave redone. Art-man, Britts and I dropped her off while we were on our way to Costco's. It was our turn to buy toilet paper and paper towels for the house. Between the two halves of the duplex, we had like seven and a half bathrooms; we went through an entire assload of fucking Charmin. Every month each triad or Klaine was responsible for going to either Sam's Club or Costco and stocking up for the next month.
Walking through the big box store was fun as hell. There was a plethora of different samples and it was totally worth skipping breakfast to have room for all the free food. While we were there we also grabbed two bags of every type of freezer fruit and veggies and all the crap Cedes and Kurt needed to make the smoothies they had gotten us all addicted to. They usually bought whole fruits and berries from some super toi-toi restaurant supplying uber marketplace, then they cleaned them and cut them all up and froze them in ziplock bags…but life had become entirely too hectic. Nobody had time for all that shit. I wish the rest of the weekend was more exciting, but it was filled with shopping, cleaning and working on our projects. The only fun we had that whole day was boning. Sunday we had to go and pick up my parents and the Abrams. The Pierces would arrive early Wednesday morning.
Monday, after classes, Mami and Gwen went with 'Retha, Brittany and me to do a spa evening. We started immediately after classes with massages at the Harlem Holistic Health Center. Alexson was recommended by Sue….and by recommended I mean she had told us that if we allowed anyone other than him to massage one of her Cheerios she would fly to New York and kick our asses. We weren't sure if having baby Jean to look after changed that or not. We decided not to risk it. Then we went to Harlem Skin Clinic, they had some seriously clean waxing stations and the ladies, and one lady-man, were really awesome at their job. I got one chick named Giselle and while she couldn't make the process completely painless, she was almost as good as Greta back in Lima. Facials, and waxing of the legs, eyebrows, pits, and full Brazilians for five and we were still out of there in time to meet the dads and the guys for dinner at the Harlem Tavern pretty close to the salon.
The next day it was back to freaking classes. Though Mami came down to campus and had lunch with me. It was nice. We talked and it was a little weird because she was kind of talking to me like I was another adult. Which turned all kinds of wrong when she asked me if I thought it was a good idea to finish off the basement for a 'playroom'.
"Oh God. Please tell me you didn't read that crappy ass Fifty Shades book." I groaned.
"It wasn't that bad." She defended.
I rolled my eyes. "Getting food poisoning from eating a hole-in-the-wall brunch place and not being able to leave the fucking bathroom for two days was better than that book. That broad got laid less than the Hobbit and someone let her write a book not just about boning, but about naughty BDSM boning. She probably hasn't even tried anything more than vanilla, but she's gonna write a book about it? And what was up with the gold digging ho that was supposed to be a likable female protagonist? I mean, don't get me wrong, with the kind of bank that Christian dude had, I'd give him the old virginity too, but shit, she could have at least committed to the lifestyle he wanted to live rather than just reluctantly going along with it. You know if some dude had written that basura, NOW and every other pro-woman organization would be all up his ass."
Mami looked a little surprised. "You've made some good points there, a few of which…I've got to admit, that I'm not sure I'm comfortable you are able to make."
"Oh you mean like the fact that Christian Gray was way too damaged to ever be someone's damn dom…that was just asking sexy times to become abuse. Or how about Little Miss Steele aka Anastasia Save-a-ho… 'I'm so sure that my love for Christian can make him whole'. No. Intensive counseling can make him whole. Your love can make him try to bury that shit as if it will just miraculously get better just for it to all blow the hell up later on." I smirked. "I know that and I haven't even had freshman psych yet."
Mom just laughed. "Anyway, I want my own playroom…not a dumb ass knock off of the 'red room of pain' or whatever. Pain has never been something I've enjoyed causing…not the physical kind anyway."
I shrugged and let it go. We changed subjects and had a great lunch. I was tempted to blow off my afternoon classes, but Mom wanted to take Gwen shopping. Mami was going to get Gwen to buy something better than anything she brought with her to wear to Wheezy, Trouty and Puck's party. Mami was serious about forcing Gwen out of her dowdy hell. She refused to have an in-law who dressed only slightly better than Man-Hands. For a change Kurt and I got home around the same time and we went immediately in 'get Cedes and her boos ready and out the door on time' mode. We girls and Kurt took over Commune's suite. By the time we got there Mercedes was showered and moisturized and walking around in her lingerie, a black satin and red lace contour bra and the matching panties. Her dress, shaper slip and jewelry was laid out on the bed. Her hair was still in curlers. Brittany and I helped her into her shaper slip. That shit was no joke at all. But it turned her curves from 'va va va voom' to straight 'oh my damn'. Kurt took over taking care of her makeup. He kept it light and natural with silver on her lids, and champagne gloss on her lips. As he worked his brushes and creams, he told we all talked through the setup for the day. "Okay. Anika said that all the outfits were on site. I know that Christope is ready to buy copies of the soundtrack to send to everyone he knows in the entire United Kingdom just based on your sound check from this afternoon."
"You guys are heading out at eight thirty, we'll head over after we all have a chance to get dresses, so we should be out the door by nine fifteen, since Artie, Boy Berry and the Parents know to be dressed by the time we finish up with you." I added as I took down her hair and turned her middle of the back length weave into sideswept bangs and Farrah Fawcett feathered flips. We got her zipped into the dress and just as I'd known she looked fucking awesome.
Brittany was the only one with the patience to help her put on all the antiqued silver bangles that had to go on both of Mercedes' arms. "I'm a little sad that we won't be singing with you though." Brittany admitted.
"I'm not. I'm going to be able to enjoy the whole thing. Rub elbows with some big wigs. See what buzz I can hear and what buzz I can direct." I told my girl with a wicked grin. "By the time I'm done, all the merch will be gone and folks will be beggin' for a KAMA album too."
Mercedes laughed and started to don her earrings for the evening. "Ooh, you got your nails done. They are gorgeous." Britts cooed drawing my attention over to her ears where she was slipping in the intricate antique silver drop earrings. I finished fastening the necklace into place as Mercedes laughed.
"Yeah, didn't eat lunch, but my mani and pedi are on point." Cedes laughed showing off her simple fire engine red finger and toe nails. She straightened the medallion so that it was perfectly placed to draw the eye to her amazing tits. Her nerves started jumping and she started restating shit we already knew. "What time is it? Deborah said that the limo would be here at eight thirty." She said looking around for the clock. "Text Sam and Puck and tell them to come on and get dressed." 'Retha commanded imperiously when she realized that the car service would be there in forty-five minutes.
As Kurt left to get dressed himself, I helped Cedes trade her purses to the Michael Kors silver clutch her mother had given her before we left Lima. Sometime I got really jealous about how Mercedes mom would give her shit before it was completely out of style…my mother really only wanted to share if I was willing to dress like her mini-me. Danica Jones shared the wealth without putting caveats on it. The worst part was that I always looked freaking amazing when I let Mami play dress up. Granted there wasn't really anytime that I didn't look hot as fire… so that was too much of a leap. Sam and Puck came up took quick ass showers, shaved, brushed their teeth, threw on the clothes Kurt had pulled out for them based on previous conversations and everyone went down to the ground floor. I loved the fact that Mercedes had her six inch high, Michael Kors Milan peep toe, black, glittery evening pumps in her hands. She was wearing a pair of the roll up and stuff in the clutch flats to wear until they got there.
Deborah had managed to get four extra early admission tickets for the event. Since our parents were already scheduled to be there and we wanted to go with them…I full on wanted to see what Gwen's makeover ended up looking like… the extra tickets had gone to Bubbie Ruth and Klaine. Kurt and Blaine rode with them and Bubbie and her date were meeting them there. As I got dressed I reminded myself to remind Mercedes and Puck, before they left the next morning, to drop some 'bows on Finnessa for fucking over Zizes. Puffy Moobs was really stupid. He'd ruined the best thing that he had going for him. So sad. The only thing sadder was that I wasn't going home for Thanksgiving so that I could kick him in the balls on principal. Thinking about that made my head and heart hurt, so I shook that shit off as Artie, Britts and the Parents headed down to the Beacon Theatre for the SongBird party. We could do a post mortem of the event before they pulled out the next morning…or maybe after they got back. None of us had class Wednesday and Britts parents were planning on riding the train to the house since they were coming in so early…that was a clear sign that we needed to gets our morning fuck on.
Next up the Record Release Party & a peek in at the other gleeks for Thanksgiving.
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