I apologized for the late update, I've got quite a lot on my plate. I think I'm almost halfway through the Glee club and there might be a few appearances by others but first enjoy Mercedes' turn! Oh and by the way, ideas and reviews are always welcome. Enjoy!


Mercedes

Santana was her TroubleTone sister – even if they had transferred to New Directions yet again and the club was a no more – she still looked after her own and that includes Santana. And Rachel was one of her fellow divas. Sure, they'd fight over solos once in a while but really, they both love each other dearly.

Even Mercedes had to admit, these two has got to be the most stubborn people she has ever met. And what happens if two of the most stubborn people started dating? Tons of mushy lovey-dovey scenes and sometimes, a few quarrels and rare fights. Mercedes admits that she usually enjoys the quarreling because, really, who can stay away from drama? She is, in fact, a diva after all.

It's what divas live for.

Anyway, if anyone could shut up Rachel Berry with a simple kiss, they automatically have Mercedes' respect and that someone, fortunately, was Santana. And if anyone could keep Santana Lopez in check without her lashing out – because, really, it was exhausting to see the Latina spewing out insults on a daily basis – also have Mercedes' respect. The duo was really good for each other and dare she say it, cute together.

Mercedes was first quite shocked to find out that Santana and Rachel had been dating for almost three months in secrecy. Especially when she had to find out about it herself. And let's just say that if it wasn't for Mr. Schue, Mercedes would never have guessed it.

"Alright guys!" Mr. Schue clapped his hands in excitement as he entered the classroom where the Glee club was being held. "Anyone want to guess what we're doing today?" Mercedes narrowed her eyes because M. Schue wasn't this cheerful so she quickly whipped out her phone and texted a certain gay diva.

[To: Kurt] Mr. S totes got a 'lil quickie with Ms. P.

Mercedes smirked but then quickly groaned when she caught a glimpse of Mr. Schue writing 'Duets' on the whiteboard. Does the teacher ever get sick of duets? She watched as Santana curled her mouth in disgust and Brittany titled her head and knitted her eyebrows in confusion on the left corner of the choir room. She then turned to the right corner of the choir room where Rachel was busy writing something down and Finn was giving her goggling eyes which caused Quinn and Puck to roll their eyes and continued their conversation. And Mike and Tine were sneaking a few kisses in the back while Sam was giving an impression of Tom Hanks to Artie. Just a typical glee meeting.

Nothing seemed out of place but Mercedes just couldn't shake that feeling that she should know something.

Before she could go on with her thoughts, a piercing ring travelled through the room, causing a few people next to her to look at her weirdly and Mr. Schue was giving her an annoyed look. She muttered a small apology before quickly reading her text she had just received.

[From: Kurt] I assume as so. We need to investigate a.s.a.p.

Just a few seconds later, a new message came.

[From: Kurt] Put your phone on silent, diva. And can you feel the sexual tension between Lopez and Berry?

Mercedes snapped her head up and glanced around very subtly before her eyes widened because it seemed that Santana was checking Rachel out.

[To: Kurt] What the hell? She quickly texted back and glanced back up again. Was it just her or did Rachel really gave a smirk to Santana? And wait, Santana just winked at Rachel. What world is she currently in? Because she's pretty sure it's not Earth.

"Duets!" Mr. Schue exclaimed, cheerfulness in his tone and brought out the infamous hat of duet partners. "I'm going to pick a name from this hat and that person will pick anyone they want. Is that alright?" He grinned at the simultaneous nods and responses and pulled out a piece of paper before calling out, "Quinn," which caused the blonde to stand up in front of the choir room. Quinn took her time before settling on Sam because people would be deaf if they think that Sam and Quinn's voices doesn't blend well together. Mercedes felt her chest ache when she saw the lopsided grin on Sam's complexion as Mr. Schue called out yet another name, "Mike," who obviously chose Tina and Mr. Schue went on.

Soon enough, it was only Mercedes, Santana, Rachel and Artie left as the others (Finn excluded, he was too busy moping because he didn't get Rachel – pathetic, honestly) were already brainstorming their ideas of their duets. Apparently, Mr. Schue couldn't think of a good theme so he let it be and you can pretty much sing whatever you want as long as it's a duet.

"Santana," Mr. Schue called out as the Latina stood up and looked around the room and Mercedes noticed that Santana's subtle eyes lingered on Rachel's the longest, as if they're having a silent conversation. After a few moments, Rachel stood up and said, "Mr. Schue, if I may. I personally think Artie and I's voices would go absolutely splendid together so I shall select him as my duet accompany," and with that, she gather her stuff before shuffling her way towards the wheelchair boy. Mr. Schue could only shrug and nodded his head in response.

Santana approached Mercedes and collapsed on a chair next to her. "Guess that leaves me and you, Whez,"

"Girl, what's up with you and Berry?" Mercedes couldn't help but asked. She was always known for her curiosity and her tendency to 'investigate' things. "Since when did you become super duper with her?"

Mercedes noticed the way Santana clenched her hands – one of the signs that the Latina was nervous – before answering. Santana's face was absolutely enigmatic, revealing almost none indication that the simple question was bothering her. "It's just Berry. I'm trying to not make her rant about Nationals before we even get to Regionals,"

Girl could be an actress. Mercedes thought as she nodded thoughtfully, acting as if the answer was good enough. "Where are we going to practice, Satan?"

The cheerleader smirked. "My house at 3. Don't be late," With that, she stood up from her chair and sauntered off from the room, making a graceful and quiet exit.

Mercedes hopes her car is still having gas 'cause she does not want to spend a 30 minute walk just to get to Santana's house. And she needs to make a pit stop for her tater tots. Always her tater tots.

(x)

"Patsy, you're 10 minutes late. I've got things to see and people to do," Mercedes grimaced at the thought, making the Latina smirked wickedly. "I'm just kidding, Wheezy but I do have to be somewhere else other than here," Mercedes nodded and followed Santana up the flight of stairs after Santana had took two bottles of water from the kitchen counter. The Latina's house was surprisingly comfortable but something seems missing from it. I mean, it's quite cozy with a few pictures of Santana's family here and there but there's just something that's missing which Mercedes can't quite put her finger on.

Once they reached Santana's bedroom which was surprisingly tidy, Santana pushed a water bottle into Mercedes' hands before jumping and landing on her massive bed, rolling on her stomach so she was facing the darker-coloured diva as the other girl took a seat on a reclined chair. "Where's your laptop, girl?" Mercedes asked, nodding when Santana only pointed her finger towards a purple covered MacBook Air on the study desk.

"I was thinking we could do No Light, No Light by Florence & The Machine," Santana asked, staring intently at her phone. "What do you think?"

Mercedes made an affirmation noise. "The song's good but it doesn't really suit our voices, Satan,"

"Okay then," Santana said, still staring at her phone. "What about Lana Del Rey's This Is What Makes Us Girls? Totes one of my favorite songs,"

"Yeah, that's more of your field than mine, husky busky," Santana looked up and smiled a genuine smile which was quite shocking to Mercedes. "Okay, let's do Gaga,"

Santana's eyes widened in excitement and simultaneously, both girls shrieked, "The Edge of Glory!" and pumped their fists in the air with as far as Santana shouting "Fuck yeah!" and doing a little odd shoulder dance before jumping out of her bed to play the instrumental version of the song she had found in YouTube in mere seconds.

Ah, the power of internet.

And in the next five minutes, Santana and Mercedes literally killed the song and it was only their first time trying it out. Mercedes thought that this was going to be the easiest shit ever and all of the others of the Glee club wouldn't even stand a chance. Because really, who could beat a Wheezy and Satan masterpiece?

Frankly, Mercedes never thought she would ever see Santana be so carefree and just... herself. Maybe it was the school hierarchy that was holding the Latina down or maybe it was that she was terrified of being judged by others that makes her to be so, dare she say it, bitchy and both reasons seems to be valid so Mercedes decides to go with both.

They finally finished their session together once the clock struck 4.30 pm. And then, Santana's phone had started ringing and the Latina told the other girl to just send herself out before going into the hallway and so here Mercedes was, putting her notebook into her bag and basically just packing her stuff when something shiny caught her eye.

Mercedes knows she isn't supposed to touch others' stuff without their permission but there's just something about a glossy large envelope that caught her eye on the bottom of the reclined chair, almost hiding as if it was never meant to be found. Or at least, not meant for anybody to snoop around it.

She then opened the envelope and knitted her eyebrows in confusion when she felt a stack of photos in it. And Mercedes wouldn't be Mercedes if she just shrug and left the stack of photos back into the envelope and back into its original pristine place. So, just because her curiosity is almost big as her love for tater tots, she took the stack of photos out and all she could think of was, wow.

As Mercedes looked through the stack of the photos, her eyes couldn't get any bigger as her jaw almost fell onto the floor when she held up a picture of Santana and Rachel kissing. Well, it could be some two brunettes that just so happen to look like Santana and Rachel but that's highly impossible because A) No one in Lima looks exactly the same as another person and B) Why on earth would Santana have a picture of two total strangers? It's not logical so she extinguishes the thought.

There were pictures and pictures of Santana and Rachel together, doing various random things like, there's this one picture where Santana was hugging Rachel from behind and both girls were wearing the exact same baby blue dress at somewhere that almost looked like a wedding. And there's another picture where Rachel was kissing Santana's cheek in front of a movie theater. And Mercedes' personal favorite; a picture of Santana and Rachel holding hands while walking through the park at sunset from behind, so the girls' back were facing the camera.

"Hey Wheezy, why are you still here? I thought you'd be out by now," Santana asked as she walked back into her room, genuine curiosity evident in her tone but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the stack of pictures in Mercedes' hand. The color literally drained from Santana's complexion, making her to look a little pallid than usual and Mercedes noticed that the girl swallowed the lump that was already beginning to form in her throat.

Mercedes didn't know what to do. "I…uh… was just…checking this out…," she gestured to the pictures and cleared her throat. "Lovely collection,"

Santana nodded, still somewhat in shock. "I-I guess,"

"Absolutely,"

"Yeah,"

"So, I'll just be going now," Mercedes placed the pictures back into the glossy envelope before grabbing her bag and headed towards the door. Santana blinked and followed the diva out of the bedroom. It was only till when the pair had reached the front door, did Santana say something.

"Listen, I just… don't want people to know just yet so if you mind, could you keep it down for a while?" Santana asked, pausing to see Mercedes nodding her head. "And by people, it also includes Kurt. It's just… Rach and I aren't ready to tell the whole world yet," And Mercedes understood. God, did she understand. It was just like her situation with Sam before.

Mercedes nodded her head for what it seemed like the hundredth time. "I understand. But if you don't mind me, how long have you two been dating?"

"3 months," Santana answered simply, a soft smile appeared on her face.

"And no one knew about it?"

Santana chuckled. "A few people,"

"Rachel's treating you alright?" Mercedes asked, wondering how on earth did Santana and Rachel hook up.

"She's the best relationship I've had so far,"

"Didn't know you could be so whipped out, Satan," Mercedes smirked, making Santana scoffed and glared at the girl angrily before opening the front door and literally almost pushed the other girl through the door.

"I'm not whipped; I'm just not an asshole," was the last words Mercedes heard before the front door was slammed shut once the diva had stepped outside. Shaking her head, she thought how worthy this news would be and would definitely cause a lot of drama at McKinley.

She can't wait.