WARNING: I LIKE TRYING NEW THINGS SO THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT OUT THERE, SO REALLY, I ADIVISE YOU TO CLICK THE RED 'X' IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE A BIT OF HUMOR. .. Other than that, Enjoy :3.

A nervous Mercedes paced across her room floor, biting her bottom lip and playing with her silky dark brown hair. Today was Sunday, otherwise known as 'Church Day'. So far, she haven't heard from Sam and she didn't have any plans. What was she going to do? She couldn't back out of Church and if she didn't show up to the interview, her summer would be bum and Kurt would have won. Yes, it was a competition. Anything with Kurt included was a competition and she hated losing, even though she usually did.

"Mercedes, get your butt down here, girl."

There it was. Her mothers call. "Shit…" Sorting her black, casual dress out, she headed downstairs slowly. So slowly it looked like she was walking in slow motion. Her dad gave her a 'You're so odd' look. He often did that. "Hi…guys…um, hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What is it?"

Mercedes glared at her mom, she was such a hard case at. "If like, something super big popped up…would it be ok to skip church?"

Her dad looked at her mom.

Mrs. Jones quirked an eyebrow, "Not unless the house's on fire, the car got stole or someone's dying….what's this coming from anyways?"

Sighing, she shook her head and headed to the car. She should've known. Her mother would never go for it, especially if it was just for some greasy, pizza making job. But even If she knew what having that simple job would mean to her, she doubt she would care that much. Whatever she says goes.

The ride to the local Christian Church took longer than usual it seemed. Never had she felt like she didn't want to go to Church, everyone loved her there and she loved them but today was different. Rachel was with Finn, Kurt was with Blaine, Quinn was helping out others or with her baby, Puck was with some hot girl, Lauren was with some hot guy, Artie and Brittany were together and Santana was bound to be doing something she enjoyed while she was…doing what she always did.

"Mercedes!"

A older lady of about 60 made her way to the diva, hugging her so tight she saw her veins pop out of her neck. She wrath strong, cheap perfume, "How's my girl?"

"…" Mercedes didn't answer, focusing In on something else. She knew everyone in this church, they came every Sunday, but there were two other people she never saw before. They both had their backs turns but she still could tell they weren't usually here.

"Mercedes!"

Snapping out of her deep thought, she turned to her mom, "Huh?"

"Ms. Baker is talking to you. It'll be rude if you didn't respond, sweetie." She smiled to cover up her anger.

"Sorry…" Mercedes nodded towards the lady, "Hi Ms. Baker. I'm sorry about that, I'm fine."

The woman nodded and went on her way.

Apologizing to her mom again, Mercedes made her way inside and sat down where they usually sat. As the greetings died down and everyone settled in, she prepared herself for the 2 hours of praising and singing headed her way.

-10 minutes-

"Mercedes."

"Mercedes!'

"…Miss Jones…"

"Mah-Cedes!"

"Weave."

"What did you call me?" The spoken off turned her head around, being caught off guard by what she saw next. Her mom and dad paid her no mind. "…Oh…no…" Sitting behind her with slight grins sat Dan and Sara, waving in her face.

"Sorry…" Sara apologized, "Calling you that was the only way I could get your attention…."

"Never mind that..." she whispered, scooting over a bit so her parents wouldn't hear, "What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Shouldn't you be at your interview?" Dan asked.

Suddenly, it all clicked. They were here…for her! "Oh no." She shook her head, "No…No…No…not here. Get….leave—"

"Too late."

Sara jumped up, took a deep breath and….screamed. Scream so loud, Mercedes eardrums felt like it was about to burst. "H-Help!"

"She's feeling the…holy ghost!" Dan took her in his arms, "Help, Pastor, my friend needs help. Please, help her! Please!"

Mrs. Jones looked behind her, "What in the name of…"

Mercedes stayed in place, dumbfounded. She couldn't believe they were actually going to do this. She was definitely going to hell now.

Pastor Dave approached the two. His dark hands landed on Sara's shoulder as she screamed even louder, "What's wrong with her, son?"

"S-She's…" Dan looked at her, "…Sick. She's sick. She cant stop this screaming. W-We thought going to Church would help…."

The pastor took her hand, leading her down to the front of the aisle. He immediately dipped her head in the holy water, "…We are going to heal this child today…" His prayers began while she continued to yell.

Several members in the church responded.

"Do it, Pastor!"

"…Make her shut up!"

"She's scaring my baby!"

"…" Mercedes stood up, wide eyes feeling heavy. Looking at her parents, she saw the looks they gave her. "I-I don't know them."

"Well, of course you don't." Her dad answered.

After several attempts at shutting the redhead up, the Pastor's wife finally responded. "There's nothing we can do…she's driving our other members away. Baby, release her. Give her to her friend…"

Dan leaned to the side by Mercedes' ear, "…I want you to head outside…"

She glanced at him slightly, whispering, "What?"

"…Trust me." Patting her back, the caramel boy jogged down the aisle, preparing his speech. He stepped between the Pastor and his wife. "You two are willing to let my sister go?—"

The pastor sighed, "Look kid, I—"

"…And here I thought we finally found the right Church for her."

"Listen—"

"A Church where not only the well dressed but everyone was accepted. No discrimination of any kind. You people who call yourselves children of God should be ashamed of yourselves. She's like my sister, my love, my home….and you are willing to throw her away like trash." He gave Mercedes a wink. "Well then….I do this…"

Mercedes shook her head, "…No—"

Juan rushed down the aisle, taking her hand as her parents tried to get her back, "Did God not say to treat others the way you want to be treated?" He gave Mercedes a hand squeeze, "This woman here….is black, should she not be treated as good as the rest of you."

The comment caused confusion.

"….You're black as well."

"The screaming girl isn't black…"

"All of us here are black…with the exception of that 'demon child.'

Mercedes shook her head as the rest of the church started to mumble and give her dirty looks. What was his plan? What were her parents thinking?

Dan nudged Mercedes. She didn't know why. So he did it again, this time with more force, "This isn't a Church of God….it's a church of hypocrites and phonies. I advise you all to leave."

Sara quieted down while everyone else began to yell and order Dan out of the church. She shook her head; he was such a good troll. She just wondered when he was going to get Mercedes out of here; her interview was coming up soon.

Dan continued, "You cannot be this greedy and still belong in a Church, its wrong. The only people that come to Church are sluts and murderers anyway. Thinking Gods' gonna forgive you for committing your sins when in reality, he's not. He's gonna strike you—"

"Ok, that's enough." Mercedes spoke up at last, seriously angry. She didn't know what his plan was for getting her to the interview but she did not like the words coming out of his mouth, "You have gone way too far."

"Oh, really?" Dan smirked a bit before wiping it off his face, "..And how are you gonna shut me up? Hm?" Another wink.

"How am I—" She stopped, seeing Sara's wink as well. What the hell? What did they expect her to do? Suddenly, it came to her…again. "Pastor," She looked his way, "I'm so sorry, sir'. Why don't I do all my fellow members a favor and offer to take them home."

"Take them home?" Mrs. Jones strutted down the aisle, raising both eyebrows, "You're kidding me, right? You don't know these lunatics."

"…Ma'. I can handle it. Believe me." She reached for Dans' hand, "I'll be right back." The three made their way out of the church while her mom called for her and her dad stayed in his seat. She had no idea what her punishment was going to be when she got home but she hoped they would be easy on her.

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"…What are you doing here?"

Quinn turned around, seeing Puck behind her with that same 'I'm serious' face. She knew he had something on his mind and she didn't really feel like hearing it. Picking up some trash on the floor, she skipped around the many people and threw it in the dumpster.

Puck followed behind her. "Wow. You actually volunteered." He looked around the place, "Where's everyone else?"

She shrugged, handing a lady a glass of water, "I don't know. It's just me and two others girls at the moment."

"…You know, what you're doing here is good. It can help keep your mind off of—"

Quinn glared towards him, "If you don't have anything to say that has meaning, you can leave because I don't want you following me—"

"I wanna help."

"…"

"I'm serious…"

"Of course you are." Her glare darkened, "Shouldn't you be out somewhere making out with others girls or….Shelby or Lauren or whatever—"

"Listen," He stopped her, both of them not willing to face their real problems. "Lauren and I…well, this whole switch up thing wasn't working…already. We decided to take a break but that's not why I'm here. I sincerely wanna help."

"Whatever." Quinn looked him up and down, "You shouldn't be talking to me about this, go over there…" She pointed to the two older ladies with smiles on their faces, "They can help you. In the meantime," She threw him a jacket, "leave me alone."

Puck blinked, watching her walk away, "….Will do."

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A pissed off Mercedes slapped Sam across the shoulders as he spun off, "I can't believe you!" She turned around, "And you two too!"

Dan smirked, Sara giggled, "Sorry." They apologized simultaneously.

"When I asked for your help, I didn't mean embarrass the Christian people and sin in the house of God. What is wrong with you three?"

Dan carelessly sat his head on her shoulder, "Believe it or not, my family's actually religious. I didn't mean any harm. Sorry, if it came out that way…"

Mercedes rolled her eyes, wanting to stay angry but couldn't. He was so freakin' attractive. His eyes lured her in, "…Well, it's not entirely your fault."

"I was only trying to help." Sam spoke at last, tapping her left thigh to get her attention. "I didn't guarantee it'd be a good decision but, there you have it."

Mercedes glanced at him, he didn't look like his normal self. He looked so…tired. "…Thanks." She tried to smile at his weary face. She had no idea what all he had on his plate, she should be grateful he even wanted to help. "A lot… am I late?"

"Nope." Sara smiled, showing off her small, white teeth, "Just on time." She pointed to the building as Mercedes gawked at it as if it wasn't even real. "Sam's a fast driver…"

Sam has a car? That's what she wanted to ask but decided not to. "….Well, here I go." Taking a deep breath, she stepped out the car as the others followed behind her. "Wish me luck, guys…" She bit her bottom lip nervously.

"Good luck!" Sara smiled.

"It's a pizza place, not a big business." Sam grinned, patting her on the back.

Mercedes rolled her eyes playfully.

"…You'll do great." Dan nodded, "I know you will." He did that thing with his eye again, squinting it just a bit to make Mercedes swoon. Well, he didn't try to but it just happened every time he spoke.

"Well," She took a deep breath, "Here I go—"

"Be weird."

The four all looked to their right, seeing a short boy and a head full of hair. Mercedes immediately knew who he was, Juan. The quiet Chinese; Spanish looking dude who didn't really seem like he liked to talk. So, having him speak now caught her off guard.

"Excuse me?" She questioned, watching as he stepped up a bit.

Juan plopped down the mop in the bucket and removed some hair from his eye. "Boss likes weird people. He'll ask you some questions but the weirder you are…the better chance you have at getting the job." His voice was light and very hard to hear. Almost like mumbles.

"Which explains why you got the job." Dan cut in, chuckling.

Juan didn't bother to look at him but instead kept his eyes on Mercedes. Backing up, he nodded, "Good luck…"

Watching him walk away, she could already see how it would be here. Sara would be her best friend, Juan would be the kid that would grow on her, Dan would be her love interest and Sam would have her back. It was already written in the book of the 'Mercedes Tales'. Or so she thinks….

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