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"Now Marcy, you'll get to see the New Directions!" Mr. Shue was excited to show off.
Marcy sat in the audience, unimpressed.
"Who wants to go first?"
W.O
"Hey!" Artie turned to see Santana behind him. She was smiling brilliantly.
"What?"
"I was saying hi." She leaned in.
"Why?"
"I can't say hi?"
"Not to me. You hate me."
"I don't hate you. I'm not always good with powerful men."
He gave her his BS look. "What are you doing?"
"Just talking to you."
He eyed her before finishing at his locker. He closed it. "You don't have to." He wheeled away.
Her mouth fell open. No boy had ever rebuffed her! She groaned loudly as she stomped her foot. It was on now!
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"She was great with me." Puck finished telling Marcy how Mercedes cared for him the previous summer.
"She is a nurturer." Marcy flipped through the pages in her book.
"Why'd you want the dictionary?" He leaned forward.
"I want another word for penis but I've exhausted my vocabulary." She turned the page.
He made a face. "Why do you want a word for dick? What are you even writing?"
"None of your business." She scribbled a word down then shut the big book.
"You don't share."
"Do I look like I share?"
"Yes."
She blinked in surprise. "I do?"
"Mini Mama remember? You look like a lady."
"Hmm." She'd never thought of that. "Thank you. I think."
"It was a compliment."
"I know."
He grinned suddenly. "It's kinda nice talkin about Mama with someone. My moms and little sister really love her but I can't tell them how I feel."
"Why not?" She went back to writing.
"A lot of it is dirty. But I don't want to get their hopes up."
"Aren't you still sleeping with her?"
"Yeah."
"You don't think that's going to hurt Lauren?"
"It's not like I'm cheatin on her."
"Really, 'Zilla? Splittin hairs?"
He smiled at the name before frowning. "I can't not call her. I need her. She's my Safety Connection."
"You don't need sex for that."
"I do." His voice lowered.
She felt bad for him. "Just don't get caught then. Lauren's a great girl. And Mercy doesn't deserve to be the other woman."
"Once I'm fixed, I'll stop. Maybe then I'll be good enough for her?"
"Maybe."
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"Hey, Britt?" Santana eyed her slyly.
"Yeah?" Brittany looked over.
"You know you can tell me anything. Right?"
"Yeah!" The blonde chirped before going back to rummaging through her locker.
"Is Wheelie Joe satisfying you?"
"What?" Brittany frowned in pure confusion.
"Abrams. Is he getting the job done?"
"Artie doesn't have a job."
Santana huffed. "Is he good at sex?!"
"Oh!" Brittany looked at her, eyes wide. "San!"
"What? He's not laying the pipe, is he?"
Brittany blushed. "No. He is."
Santana noticed her gaze skittered away. "Is that the truth? You know you can tell me. I won't mock him. Maybe I can even ask Puckerman to give him a few pointers-?"
"No!" Brittany shook her head. "He's already good! I really like his tongue."
Santana scowled before quickly schooling her features. "So he has tongue game?"
Brittany smiled beautifully and Santana melted. "He's so good. I couldn't believe it was his first time. He was so wild. It was like he couldn't touch me enough."
Santana gaped. "Abrams?!"
"Yeah." Brittany sighed happily.
The wheels started turning in Santana's head before she shook it. She wouldn't even go there. Even if she was thinking she wanted to try him out. "Oh."
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"What song was Wheels singing in glee?"
Marcy looked over from her writing. Mike knew where she was so as long as she stayed put and waited for him to pick her up after his class ended, she could stay. "What?"
"Wheels. He sung that song in Spanish. What was it?"
"Which one?"
"The one on Tuesday."
"I Need to Know by Marc Anthony. It's a classic."
"Why'd he sing it in Spanish? Is it a Spanish song?"
"Maybe he wanted to honor Marc Anthony, who's Latin?"
Puck raised a brow. "What were we talking about?"
"About how you keep having to replace guitar strings. Which is boring and stupid. Why can't we talk about Mercy? I know you're dying to."
He flushed and was glad they were in a private room in the library. "Would you stop with that?! You know I don't deserve Mama!"
"You bitch." She looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
"Hey!"
"Even if you're too chickenshit to admit how you feel about her, you could still sing to her."
"Lauren would kill me."
"Just say you're not singing to anybody." She rolled her eyes.
"What would that do?"
"Capture her attention." She duhed.
"How?"
She sighed and sat up to give him her complete attention. "When a girl hears a song is for no one in particular, she automatically assumes the song is for her. It doesn't matter what you say, that's our theme song now."
Puck rubbed his chin as he thought. "What song should I sing? I sung Fat Bottomed Girl to Zizes and she almost knocked me out… and why are you looking at me like that?!"
"I oughta knock you out! You sang Fat Bottomed Girl to a plus sized woman?! You sang Fat Bottomed Girl to a woman?!"
He hung his head. "That's what Mama said after she slapped the back of my head."
"You idiot. I don't know why she's with you."
"I told you I wasn't good enough for Mama."
"Are you done crying?" She monotoned. "Sing Mercy one of her favorite songs."
"She likes so many." He was lost.
"I know. But I know one she'll like."
"Is it girly?"
"Why do you care? You're begging for attention."
He blushed. "Can I actually sing it? It's not hard, is it?"
"No. You're going to need backup. I say me and Mikey. Me cuz Quinn isn't your biggest fan and I don't know those other girls, though I like Tina."
"She seems to really like you, too." Puck was tickled by it.
"And I ain't said nothin yet. Mikey cuz he knows the song and it fits his voice to a tee. I'm thinking Sam, too cuz he's got a good voice but keep Artie away. He'll overshadow you."
Puck snickered. "What about Finn?"
She just blinked at him.
"You don't like him, do you?" He nearly giggled.
"I don't know him."
"But what you do know, you don't like?"
She winked at him.
"I'll call Sam down."
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As of every day that week, the glee club met in the choir room at lunch.
"Here." Mike held out his hand.
Mercedes and Quinn gave him bananas.
"I think you have my cheese." Marcy poked Mercedes.
Who giggled from the touch. "I do. Who has my sandwich?"
"Me." Quinn gave it up.
"Okay, you've been doing this all week." Santana complained.
"Doing what?" She handed Marcy apple juice.
"Exchanging food." Tina put gently as to not ruffle any feathers. "Why don't you just put the food you want in your own bags?"
"We didn't make our lunches. Pop did." Mike explained. "He's always mixing our stuff up."
"He thinks we say we have preferences to mess him up." Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"Papa Mike never mixes us up and he writes us girls inspirational messages." Quinn beamed.
Mike scowled because he and his brothers didn't get them.
"Do you eat the same thing every day?" Artie wondered.
"Usually. Sometimes we change it up if we get sick of it." Marcy lifted a shoulder.
"What are those green things?" Brittany asked.
Mercedes held the baggie up. "Green matcha tea balls."
"Are they good?"
"Yes."
"Can I try one?"
"Sure." Mercedes handed the bag down to the bubbly blonde.
"I want what Patti got." Santana taunted.
"Hell nah." Marcy refused.
Puck fell out laughing. "Mr. Shue? Can I sing? It's not for anybody."
"You want to sing? Now?" Mr. Shue was confused. "Sure. Go ahead. We could have a cabaret!"
Puck didn't know what that was but he went to the front of the room with Sam.
Marcy got up and pulled Mike to his feet.
"What are you doing?" Mercedes asked.
"Nothing." Marcy lied.
"Why are we doing nothing in front of everybody?" Mike wanted to know.
She whispered in his ear and he smiled and nodded. They went to the guitarists. The band already knew of the choice so they started playing.
Marcy was right. Every girl loved Puck's song.
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"That was a great song, Puck."
Puck looked up with wide eyes as he recognized that voice. He spun from his locker and faced Mercedes. "Mama!"
"Hey." She smiled.
He stared at her slackjawed for a moment before mentally slapping himself. "Hey."
"I really liked your song. I didn't know you knew who the Platters were."
He lifted a shoulder. "Thanks."
She just smiled in his face before remembering she had a reason for bothering him. She shoved a red wrapped package into his chest. "Here."
"What's this?" He took it.
"Happy Christmas. We're leaving tomorrow night and since I still have to pack, I probably won't see you until we get back. So here you go."
He was touched. "You got me a Christmas present?"
She nodded. "Uh huh. I also got you Hannakuh presents but I didn't want you to have to fit it all in your truck. I also got stuff for your mom and Nic and Bubbie. I'll bring it by before the first."
"Mama, you don't have to do that."
"I want to." She lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Happy Christmas, Noah." She left as suddenly as she'd come.
He stood there for a second before unwrapping the gift. He opened the box and lifted out a guitar pick on a chain. It was signed by the lead guitarist of Warrant, Josh Lewis.
He swallowed thickly. Warrant was one of his favorite bands. If he didn't already love her, he did now.
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Quinn tapped Sam on the back. When he turned around, she smiled shyly. "That was nice of you to sing with Puck."
He didn't say anything at first. "Is that what you really want to talk about?"
"I just wanted to give you this."
He looked down at the blue wrapped gift she was pushing into his chest. He took it.
She waited patiently for him to unwrap it then open the box. He lifted out a guitar pick signed by Blake Shelton on a chain. "If you don't like it, I can get you something else-"
"Why'd you get me this?" He stared at it.
"It's your Christmas gift. I know you love Blake Shelton and it took a while to get it."
"Where did you get it from?"
"I sent a guitar pick to him and he signed it in gold then when he sent it back, I had it put on the chain."
"You got this done in a week?"
"No, no." She shook her head. "I got it done a couple weeks ago. I got the idea from Mercy and I got started- after you gave me the promise ring."
He finally looked at her, emotion brimming in his eyes. "I love you, Quinn."
She swallowed thickly, trying not to cry. "You do?"
"I do. I forgive you for Finn. I just want you."
"Can I- can I hug you?" She moved her hands, not knowing what to do with them.
"Yes." He wrapped his arms around her.
She hugged him and everything felt right. She felt so much better. "We're leaving tomorrow night and I have to pack in the morning but maybe I could see you tonight? I have presents for your family."
He blinked and gasped. "You have presents for my family?"
"Of course." She chirped.
He stared at her before kissing her. He leaned back into his open locker and pulled her close.
She broke away. "Not here. Let's go to your house."
He thought about it. If they made it in time, no one would be home for fifteen minutes. "Let's go."