Growing à la Fois
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck

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AN: This is the third story in the Learning French Universe. The New Directions begin their Senior year.
As A former band nerd I'm basing most of this chapter on my memories of high school band and quiz bowl/gifted trips.

To all my loverly FanFiction friends, DreaC, MariposaFria, Emzjuk, Thank you all for the amazing post and update. BTW ladies, I'm looking for the next big drama. I'd love to hear you thoughts. Yeah…I'm still repping ya'll.


Chapter 9

Can't Get Enough
Sam Point of View

Friday night high school football is as all American as apple pie. It's not as popular in this part of the country as it was back home...but the games still have pretty good attendance. Since McKinley isn't a huge school we aren't in the state's first conference, but we aren't that far off so we play in the second conference. But we are the state champions for our conference so we have a decent following. The first game of the season, at home or away, always has a really good turnout. This one was a real doozy. The Titans were taking on the Columbia Cougars. The school was In Findlay, Ohio, so it's actually one of our closer competitors, and the closest away game. The team is made up of mostly black dudes. Big, muscular black dudes that I sometimes have nightmares of coming in and sweeping Mercedes off her feet and convincing her that she can do so much better than a dyslexic jock and a sex addict. But I'm not gonna let it get to me. I love her and I want her to be happy no matter what. But even more importantly, I trust her. Besides these guys were so not her type. They were such cock hounds that they were completely distracted every time one of the Cheerios flipped or danced by. Hell, in the very first play when Santana did a back flip, their quarterback fumbled the snap.

A few plays later, Mercy was doing a bunch of acrobatics and their entire line ended up going off sides- breaking the formation before the snap. It was a nice penalty for us, but still. Then when a wanna be 'playa' running back tried running up our sideline trying to talk to our girl, Puck didn't just tackle him…he fully attempted to put that dude under the turf. I saw him say something to the guy, but we were all too far away to even read his lips. The very next play, I got the ball and ran it in for a touchdown. Same dude Puck had just put down, decided to get his vengeance on me…only thing is this southern white boy grew up running alongside brothers who would have left this joker in the dust. When he tried to tackle me, I growled and put on a quick burst of rage fueled speed. After I scored, I made it a point to tell him to keep his eyes in his head and off my girl.

"Sorry to tell you, braw, but boo is playing you. 'Cause dick that tackled me when I was trying to get her name…he said that she was his chick." The asshole laughed unapologetically.

I smirked. "They are both mine, braw, thanks for the concern…but you can gets to steppin." I told him fiercely. Bieste called me back to the bench for the next play.

"Look, I get it…he tried to hit on your girl…Channel that anger, jealousy, whatever…and use it to win." She chided me. I took her advice and by the half we were up by three touchdowns and a couple of conversions.

Half time ended and on the way back to the field Lauren managed to get her some up close and personal time with Finn. It was just a kiss. Ok so to call it just a kiss was an epic understatement, in Santana vernacular, 'they gots their mack on' for a full minute. It wasn't super long, but it was majorly passionate. And it was really public. Everyone entering the field from the other side could see it. I mean they were the width of the field away, not the length. Some of the jerks on the other team decided to clown Finn. He stood his ground for longer than I'd have managed that for sure.

Eventually, he almost tried to come over the linebackers to get at one of the shit talkers. Coach Bieste called a time out and gave him, what must have been a similar pep talk. Finn always listens to the women in his life. We won that game by over fifty points. When we were doing the post game handshake, 'ain't we all good sports' thing, Finn looked the ringleader of the shit talkers dead in the eye and calmly said, "Next time you and your team want to talk about a lady, make sure she isn't someone your opponent considers worth fighting for. Oh and make sure she isn't the state wrestling champion…I believe our wrestling teams meet up in a couple of weeks…right." The dude paled so much he looked ashy.

The game was won; we hit the shower and went as fast as we reasonably could. The Cheerios were making use of the shower inside the school's gym. As we headed over to find Mercy, we walked past Lauren and Finn making out on the hood of her 2007 Camry. "Finn, you riding back with L?" Puck asked…just to be a butthole and interrupt.

Finn leaned back from where he sat on the car with Lauren standing between his knees. "Yeah, cleared it with Coach…see you guys Monday."

"Night, cock blockers." Lauren huffed angrily. She pulled Finn to his feet and pushed him to the car door.

We shared a laugh and continued on our mission. I looked over at my best friend, lover, mate and asked quietly. "You did bring a couple of condoms with you, right?"

"Yeah…don't know if we want to risk it. Even Sylvester won't be able to save our asses if we get caught." Puck almost whispered back. "Thankfully Figgins wouldn't hire Bieste not Sylvester an assistant coach…so the third bus never has a chaperone."

We exchanged a happy fist bump at that oversight and we reached the gym just in time to see our girl come out babbling with Kurt, San, Britts Tessa and Quinn. She was standing funny. I mean not funny, just…I wondered who had done something to make her mad. She had her bag on her back and her arms folded under her big, soft, sexy breasts. Usually she only does that when she's mad enough to forget that it makes them look even bigger. But her happy, joking tone belied her body language. "I'm telling you, I so look more like I should have been in the blue and white." She teased. "They had them some thick girls on the other side."

"They did?" I asked confused. "I didn't even remember them having any cheerleaders. Which I did think was kind of strange, but I assumed they were one of those schools that thought cheerleading was demeaning to women or something." I looked over at Puck.

He was looking confused too. "Sorry Sam, I'm right there with you. The only cheerleader I was worried about is standing right in front of me looking hot as hell in that purple tank top and weird, floaty, witchy woman, purple skirt."

Kurt chuckled and shook his head. "Its boho chic, and the skirt is not purple it's lavender."

"Kurt, you're my man fifty grand and all, but are you sure that you have a dick and not just a friggin' huge clit…cause everytime I think you cannot possibly get any gayer, you open your mouth and there you are…even gayer." Poor Kurt his response just elicited more laughter. "Wheezy, please schedule us some time to teach Lord GaGa how to properly flick somebody odd…that wasn't even gay…it was just lame." Santana chuckled.

Brittany laughed happily, "Tickles." She said out of nowhere, before reaching into her bag and coming out with her phone. "Ohh lets hurry. Artie, Aidan and Mike are saving us seats on the third bus." She said grabbing San and Mercy by their hands and dragging them forward. We hurried after her, even as Quinn tried to explain that she was going to ride on Sue's bus. "Nope, you're gonna ride with us. Even Tessa and Aidan are fonna be on the third bus. If you are by yourself, the crows will want to pick you apart." Britts admonished.

"Hold up…I don't think there is any reason for Tessa and Aidan to be on the third bus." Puck said heading directly for a big brother meltdown.

"Relax…not everybody goes from zero to practically engaged in just over a month." Mercy soothed.

"Practically engaged…hell you three are practically married." Santana taunted.

Any comeback Mercy may have come up with was cut off by a very familiar voice calling Kurt's name. We all looked at the parking lot we were entering and saw Blaine. He walked over from where he stood next to a small European type sports coupe. As he approached his friend stayed leaning against the car. Blaine's friend was a tall, dark skinned guy in a Dalton blazer. "Kurt, I have decided to save you and Quinn from the horrors of being stuck alone amongst an entire bus load of hormonal teenage couples."

Quinn gave Blaine a hard look, "and your friend is?"

However Blaine wasn't the one to answer. "That, dear Quinn, is James Lamar Gibbs the third. He is six foot three, two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. He has a 3.79 GPA and was transferred to Dalton because of who he is related to…not allowed to say. But I can say that he is as big a softie as Papa Benton. He never once told me to stop being ridiculous when I was so very upset about the death of my beloved Pavoritti, He even thumped, yes thumped, Wes for laughing at me. And when I made the decision to come back to McKinley, he offered to come and have a word with Karofsky." Kurt told her happily.

"Please, tell me that you did not drag that poor guy all the way up here for what basically amounts to a blind date." Quinn groaned. Even though it was plain to the rest of us that she couldn't take her eyes off the big, broad, brown skinned dude next to Blaine's Audi.

"Nope. Of course not. No dragging necessary. When I told him I was leaving Dalton for McKinley, he extracted a promise that I would take him to all the football games. He used to play, but Dalton doesn't have a team." Blaine explained gently leading Quinn to the car. "Come on. Give him a real chance and if you don't like him, I will swear off bow ties for six months." Hell that promise would make most of us agree those bowties were ridonkulous.

Puck and I exchanged a smile and I knew he'd had the same thought. "You know…I want Quinn to be happy. But I really want Blaine to break the bowtie habit as well." Kurt told us quietly. "Aw well. C'est la vie." He turned with a quick goodbye and went to ride off with his boyfriend.

"There went the closest thing the third bus would have ever had to chaperones." Santana laughed. "Now haul ass. My usual ride is waiting for me…all this walking is making me bitchy."

Mercy rolled her big, beautiful brown eyes. "Yeah, it's the walking that's making you bitchy. Not like it's your natural damn state or anything." She teased. But we did hurry along. I'm not gonna lie I wanted to be in the nice dark confines of that bus as much as, if not more than, Santana did.

When we got on the bus, Artie was seated on; part of me was still a little surprised that neither of the coaches had changed buses. I mean it's the bus that's wheelchair accessible, so of course they knew the gleeks would all be on here. Heaven knows that Bartana have quickly gained a reputation for 'oops we forgot we were actually in public' displays of affection. You'd think they'd have made sure to be on here just to regulate the six of us. Oh well. I'm blond, but I'm not stupid. No need to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It's interesting how the third bus really shows the stages of the relationships of the couples who ride it. Now you have to take the gleeks out of the equation, we're all clustered around where Artie can sit. Someone, probably Mike, helped him out of his chair and into the regular seat behind it. But other than us, the most serious couples were in the back, and as you got closer to the front, you had the younger couples and those who hadn't been together very long. There was an unwritten rule though no one under sixteen could be on this bus. Even within our segregated little section, we were sort of adhering to the same plan. Tessa and Aidan, who wouldn't go further than some mild making out, were first. They were followed by Mike, who was already texting with Tina. He was under a blanket and I'm betting money that the texts those two were sending back and forth were growing raunchier by the second. He'd been smart enough to grab the last seat in front of the wheelchair slot. Santana and Brittany had joined Artie in the first seat behind it, and there was a space waiting for Puck, Mercy and I after them. I will admit that if it weren't for needing to be by Artie's chair, and the overall gleek distrust of the rest of the team and dislike of the rest of the Cheerios, we'd be in the very back as far from the semi-watchful eye of the bus driver as we could get.

Puck slid into the seat, pulling Mercy in behind him and pulling me from my mental babble. I took a seat across from the, as I grabbed my provisions from my back pack, hid them quickly in my pocket, I helped Mercy grab her stadium blanket from her bag and we stowed all three of our backpacks under our seats. She looked around surreptitiously before unzipping and unfolding it. "Doggone, Merce…that blanket big enough?" I teased.

"Well it's supposed to be big enough to wrap up in for a family of four."

"Good." Puck laughed. "But I'm guessing you still won't let me convince you to get naked under it?"

Mercedes reached over and swatted him on the shoulder, but before she could really answer, the coaches appeared to make their walk through. "Que and the Gayest Lad of All rode home?" Coach Sylvester asked Mercy.

"Yes. Blaine drove up and they rode home with him and his friend." She told Sue with a little grin.

"Yeah we saw them. Any chance that friend would transfer to McKinley?" Bieste asked slyly. "That kid was a defensive line all by himself."

"Sorry Coach, he's there for some family reason." I explained quietly.

"Damn…that's too bad. Kid looked to be two fifty, two seventy-five of pure muscle." She muttered. "Hudson rode home with Zizes, so that's all my boys accounted for."

"Quinn and Aretha's GBF were my last. Ready to head up, Earl." She said to the bus driver as she and Bieste exited the bus. As soon as they were gone, I joined Mercy and Puck. Settling her on our laps as the bus rolled out. It never fails no matter where the game is, going or coming, we always roll out in the same formation. Cheerio equipment trailer id first followed by Sue's bus. Then there is Coach Bieste's bus, the third bus and finally the Titan's equipment trailer. We got comfortable and Mercy spread that big blanket out. She spread it out over us, hiding the fact that she was seated on our laps, her thighs straddling Puck and my legs. This way we both got access to our girl's amazing curves. The way she was seated I couldn't resist running my hands up the soft, warm skin of her thigh. I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "Mercedes Jones, do you have any idea, at all, how much we love you?" I asked her quietly.

She smiled serenely. "If it's even half as much as I love you two…then it must be a damn near unquantitative amount."

Puck chuckled. "Damn you sound so smart when you say things like that.' He nuzzled her neck and asked so quietly only the three of us could hear. "So Babygirl, how does it feel not to have to pop a pill every day anymore?" Benton had been serious as a heart-attack when he said that he wanted Mercy on a less forgettable birth control method. Mercy had had her first shot last month and with her last pill pack finished just yesterday, she could sleep in a bit now.

"I don't really know yet. Ask me tomorrow after I've gotten to sleep late. I mean today I had to get up at six any to get ready for school. But the hormone overlap has made the side effects kick in like a muther." She said honestly.

"Wait, what side effects?" I asked concerned.

"Nothing bad…not really. They are actually alright." She assured me.

"Yeah, they are kind of luscious." Puck teased, his big hand squeezing her even fuller, bigger breast. "Your sexy ass tits are even bigger, fuller…more sensitive." He tweaked her nipple making her bite back a moan.

I slid my hand under her skirt and up the warm, smooth skin of her thigh. "Ummm, Baby is that why your ass…oh Baby…your ass has gone from bodacious to awesomely spectacular. Yesterday when you were at your locker, Adams was lookin' so hard he tripped over a freshman." They both started laughing. "I'm as serious as a preacher caught at a whorehouse. That's how he sprained his wrist."

Despite my assertions that I was serious and the physical damage to a classmate, I couldn't fight back my own laughter at this point. We were laughing so hard, Santana peaked up over the back of their seat. Her lips were swollen and her ponytail was mussed. "Would you three shut the hell up? Some of us are trying to get our macks on."

Before we could rebut, Artie's hand came up and guided her attention back to their side of the seat. "Come on Sexy Devil, leave them alone and bring me those sexy lips back." With a small moan, she agreed and disappeared.

I chuckled and turned my attention back to my own girl. I pressed kisses up my side of her neck. "You know what else I've noticed…your sex drive has gone up, but we have to work harder to make you scream…make you hit your divine note."

"Yeah, but Miss Pretty Pussy is all puffy and almost swollen from the very start. She squeezes so tightly, even when you're just getting in, she already feels like she does after she has cum and cum and cum. He taunted. I watched his hand move under the blanket as he plucked at her already hard nipples. He leaned back and whispered. "I believe that our beautiful Babygirl decided to be even naughtier than we demanded."

I stroked my hand up over her lap and stomach to cup her breast in my own large hand. I could feel her nipple straining against the cotton, pressing against my palm. "Mmm," I hummed low in the back of my throat, my appreciation clear. "Baby, you aren't wearing a bra…are you?"

"No, Messire." She whispered. "No panties, no bra…I'm completely naked under my clothes."

"My cock just got so hard so fast…I think I got dizzy." Puck moaned. "Get your hot little hand into my shorts, Now." it took a moment, but Puck hissed "Fuck yeah…even just your hand feels better than any other chick's pussy. Goddamn!"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom. I passed it to Puck. He hunched up and got his shorts down, letting them rest uncaringly on the bus floor. "When he's ready for you, I want you to ride him, Baby."

"But what about you?" She asked sweetly.

"I'm gonna be making sure that you don't alert the whole bus to the fact that Puck's balls deep inside of you." I stood up and pulled Puck's right leg up onto the seat. He shifted, putting his back against the window. Mercy stood and groaned deliciously as she lowered herself onto him. Puck's hands were gripping the seat back of both ours and Bartana's seats so hard that I thought he'd break off big chunks. When she was completely seated, I grabbed her right leg and moved it to lay on top of Puck's.

"Shit. Fuck you feel brand damn new, Babygirl. So damn tight. Fuck!" he moaned a little too loudly.

"Shush Puck, you want to have half the bus know what we're doing?" I said qietly as I settled back on the seat in the juncture of their spread legs. I ran my fingers over their joined sexes. "Mmmm, Baby, you're so fucking wet. You're always wet for us, but I swear, tonight you're fucking dripping. You've got pussy juice all over Puck's balls. If we were home right now, God Baby, I'd damn near drown just lappin all that honey right on up."

I kissed her deeply, my tongue playin' with hers and my free hand molding and grasping the pliant flesh of her breast. I slicked my finger up real good and so slowly, so carefully I slid it into her tight, wet, hot pussy. She broke the kiss to mumble. "Oh my fucking Lord Jesus in heaven above. What the fuck? Holy!" she quickly grabbed my head and fused our mouths back together just in time for me to catch her screams as she toppled into the pleasure abyss.

"Shit Sam…fuck." Puck groaned. "Damn that shits so good. Babygirl you feel so good. Shit Sam wiggle that shit." He muttered.

I pulled back from Mercy and shifted to kiss Puck's loudly cursing mouth. Leaning back I commanded quietly. "Cover her mouth. I can't wait, I've gotta taste ya'll." I slowly slithered down their gently writhing bodies, taking care not to dislodge neither my connection to their joining, nor the cover hiding us from prying eyes. I paused to nip at Mercy's hard little nipples as they pressed against the fabric of her tank top. As I buried my face in their junction, I lapped at Puck's thick, hard cock right where it disappeared into our girl, dragging my tongue up and over the puffy pink gateway to her honeypot and on up to circle her clit. When I sucked her clit between my lips, Puck transferred his hand quickly from its white knuckled grip on the seat back, probably a desperate attempt to stave off his own orgasm, and covered our girl's mouth just as she let loose with a barrage of cursing.

The subsequent scream was muffled, but still more than a little loud. Puck's grunts as he filled the condom with the physical evidence of his own orgasm drowned it out however. "Fuck, God Babygirl…shit, Sam, Shit." He thrust up repeatedly as he emptied his balls.

I patted Mercy's trembling thighs as she calmed down. I helped her off Puck and into my own lap so he could get the condom off. "There are some wet ones in the front of my bag." She whispered a little tiredly. Puck availed himself of Mercy's forethought and put his pants back on. He leaned forward and pressed grateful kisses to her shoulder and neck as he disposed of his condom in a Sprawl-mart bag, our intelligent honey had kept for just such a need. I helped Mercy stand and then stood and stretched myself. Carefully, Puck shifted out to let me settle on the inside.

I pulled Mercy up against me comfortably and got ready to snuggle down. We were a little over halfway home, and I was ready for a nap. "What about you Sam? Puck asked quietly.

"Let's take a nap, ya'll can get me off at home." I said quietly. "You know your screams are music to my ears." We chuckled and snuggled together to sleep the rest of the way home.

Noah grabbed all our bags and the blanket as I carried a sleeping Mercedes from the bus to her Tahoe and held her all the way home. Puck took her from me in the garage of the Jones home and he carried her up to her room. We made her more comfortable before joining her in the soft comforts of her bed. Puck crawled over to me, enveloping my dick in the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. It's amazing to me how good he is getting at giving me blow jobs. Never too wet, never too loose, his lips don't provide the pillowy softness Mercy's do, but he makes up for that by being far more willing to do stuff like teasing my asshole with his tongue while jerking my cock.

I swear I was seconds from exploding all over his uvula, when I felt Mercy's hot little hand stroking my chest. "Shit Puck, hold up." I all but begged. He looked up and saw that our girl had joined us.

"Bout time you woke up. Sam was about to have to make do with a blow job while I got the good good." He teased before licking his way up to join her in kissing me. He stood and passed me a condom, which Mercy gently rolled onto me. She swung one of her beautiful chocolate thighs over me and slowly lowered herself.

I couldn't even draw breath she felt so good sliding down my cock. My head fell back and my eyes damn near crossed at the hella-good sensation. "God Mercy, Baby…shit, you're pussy is amazing." I babbled. "Fuck me Baby. Good…yeah." I babbled incoherently.

She gave me a cocky little smirk, "Messire is please with his Baby, yes?" she asked in that sexy little tone she uses whenever we are playing this game. But the wickedly naughty smirk belied the demure nature of her words.

"Damn right I am." I groaned. "Hell yeah Baby, I'm beyond pleased." I panted, my hands traced over the full mounds of her luscious ass, over the soft curves of her waist. I concentrated on the feel of her soft skin under my calloused hands to hold back my rapidly approaching orgasm. "You took a naughty demand and made it even better. And you came so hard that you wrung yourself out, didn't you?"

"God yes." She moaned speeding up a bit just in reaction to the memory. "I know everyone was doing their own thing but at the same time, there was this danger that someone would catch us."

"You liked that too…the fact that we could have been seen." Puck said as he got back into the bed. His cock hard, latex covered and shiny with lube. "You just don't know how much I wanted you to get caught Babygirl. If I'd been the one not buried in your sweet little pussy, I'd have taken your sexy ass. I'd have made sure that you screamed out loud and proud. Screamed out that fucking note you hit when we're fucking you so good even screaming isn't enough…you'd have made every mutherfucker on that bus bust a nut just to the sound of our boning."

Mercedes shivered all over in an orgasm that sorely tested my control. "You liked being in semi-danger of being seen." I moaned near her ear, my eyes locked on Puck's as he slowly entered the tight confines of her backside. "Is our Baby a closet exhibitionist?" I groaned pulling back to lock gazes with her. My green eyes fused with her chocolate brown ones. She didn't need to answer; I could see the truth of the matter in her eyes. "Hells yeah, Baby. You know that's why you're gonna be a star. You're gonna love being on a stage with us Baby, our hands trailing over your curves…but never touching you where you want it, need it most."

She came again, grinding her body down against the thrusts of Puck and I, a mewling cry escaping her throat. "It's not nice to tease." She whined out when her voice worked again.

"Ok." Puck said simply, choosing to ignore the fact that she was talking about what I had said. He started to move in and out of her tightest channel. We moved on a counterpoint, I'd retreat as he thrust forward; never leaving her empty, but not giving her the breath stealing fullness we all knew would take us over the edge. Our hands dragged over her body, my lips found her nipples alternating back and forth, sucking them hard, knowing it would hurt her just right with their augmented sensitivity. Puck fastened his lips to her shoulder making sure to leave the mark where it would be hidden by her Cheerio uniform. We moved together, our hands touching, our mouths tasting, our hearts binding even more tightly. Working as one, Puck and I managed to wring three more orgasms from Mercedes before she pulled us with her into a melodious abyss of pleasure that for the first time wrung a harmonizing note from Puck and I. We passed out in a heap of limbs still connected and sheathed.

Shelby Point of View

Saturday morning, I awoke early to call Will Schuester. I needed to reach him before he left for warm-ups and make up. More importantly I needed to call him before Beth woke up. I grabbed my notes and cell phone and placed the call. He picked up on the third ring. "Good Morning." He said politely.

"Good morning Will, its Shelby." I returned.

"Shelby, how are you settling in? Did you have a good first week? How are the kids?" he asked excitedly.

I wanted to end the call with him thinking about the changes he needed to make if he ever decides to teach again, so I answered the politesse questions first. "I'm doing well. Beth and I have found an incredible apartment and we've got dinner later with her birth parents and their families. They seem very happy to be in her life again, and we've agreed to try co-parenting her."

"Really, that's wonderful. I know that Quinn and Puck have had a tension between them about the adoption. How are Sam and Mercedes dealing with the thought of Quinn and Puck co parenting Beth with you?" he asked concerned.

I shook my head. Did Will even know his kids at all. "You misunderstood. All four of them will be co-parenting with me. Sam and Mercedes have clearly shown that they intend to be as involved in her life as I will allow them to be as well."

"Wow, that's so mature of them." He said in a tone of wonder that really grated on my nerves. He's been Mercedes' teacher for two years and Sam's for the last year and he's surprised by their good hearts. The man really is clueless.

"Yes, they are good kids with amazing hearts that seem to be totally devoted to each other." I said forcing calm into my voice. "All of the kids have welcomed me and we seem to be bonding well. They haven't allowed themselves to hold Rachel's behavior against me." I said hoping to move the conversation into the important discussion. "Will, why did you not tell me that she really had done all those horrible things. I know you read the same letter I did. I got here and almost made a complete fool of myself by treating Santana like a pariah. The rest of those kids would have closed ranks around her and it would have been impossible for me to do my job."

"I'm sorry Shelby. I was uncomfortable telling you about Rachel's behavior. I understand that you didn't raise her, but you are still her mother. You still have that connection." He stalled.

"Yes, I still have a connection to her. But it is not what you and she seem to believe it to be. I love her very much, you cannot nurture a child in your body for nine months, and not love them…but I am not her mother. She has two fathers. I cannot and will not usurp Hiram and Leroy's places in her life…that is the agreement we made with I agreed to act as their surrogate." I said a little exasperatedly. "One day she and I can deal well together, once she is willing to deal with the fact that I will not take from Hiram or Leroy…she is too old for that."

"Rachel can be a little recalcitrant about assimilating information she doesn't want to hear." He pointed out.

"And yet as adults it is our place…our job to teach her that she cannot and will not automatically have something simply because she wants it." I lobbed back.

He sighed. "Perhaps that is true, but when one is trying to deal with her demands in addition of those of a trying personal situation, a full teaching schedule, and the twelve other children in glee club…it is often easier to allow her, her way in some things."

"When did you move from letting her have her way in some things to rolling over and letting her basically run the entire program?" I asked.

"Now, that isn't a really fair assessment." Will said defensively.

"You haven't provided any encouragement to a contra-tenor. You have two of the best soul singers I've ever encountered, an amazing blues singer. You've got three kids who are actively being courted by one of the biggest names in the music industry, and all of them were overshadowed by a girl who, admittedly, may take Broadway by storm, she is never going to have the range of Kurt, the connection to her audience of Santana and Puck, the crossover appeal of Sam, the heart of Artie or the raw talent of Mercedes." I countered. "You got so used to being manipulated and told how and what to think by your ex-wife that with that general no longer giving you instructions, you needed a new one to follow and found her in Rachel."

He huffed angrily. "It's easy to believe that you would have done something differently in hindsight, Shelby."

"No Will…Hindsight should have been reached at the end of your first year. Hind sight should have been reached when you had three students repeatedly telling you that something needed to be changed. You refused to see that you were wrong, Will." I finished simply.

"A voice like Rachel's comes along once in a generation." He defended.

"No, a voice like Rachel's makes it big once in a generation. But you forget, for every Barbara there is an Aretha, an Elton John, there are many different genres of music out there Will."

"Yes, there are but you know as well as I do the preferences of the music industry. They never see past the physical to hear the talent." He chided.

"There is your excuse for burying Artie and Mercedes abilities. What about Santana? Kurt? Noah, Sam? Why would you elevate the lesser talents of Finn above the others? Yes, Finn can sing, and it is a pleasure to watch how much joy he gets from singing, but his talents are only a little above average when compared with some of the other boys. Kurt is more Broadway. Noah is more mainstream. Sam could be an amazing singer in either pop or country. You let Rachel and her hormones, dictate your program, and Will if you'd followed that pattern to Nationals, you would have lost." I said honestly.

"There is no way to know that for sure." He challenged.

"Yes there is." I threw back. "I've been to Nationals six times and won it four. Never once did I take someone as my lead who only excelled at one type of music. But even beyond your choice to select your genre and cling tightly to it, you've given the others no training. Santana…she could be a world renowned blues singer…with a little work she could be the Amy Winehouse that doesn't die young. Noah, Sam and Finn could easily have been their generation's Matchbox Twenty. Did you ever encourage them to play with their vocals, try singing with someone outside their comfort zone or usual music genre?"

"Yes, Yes I did. We had duets competitions and girl versus boy mash-up competitions. The kids loved those." He defended.

"That's great I'll make sure to include those this year as well. But Will…who did they do their duets with? Was it the same person both times? And the battle of the sexes just means that they sang with the boys or girls…no real experimentation. Do you know why Sue was so good at almost dismantling your group?" I asked.

"Because she's an evil genius with way too much time on her hands." He answered.

"That is why she was doing it. Not why she kept being almost successful." I told him with a huff. I gave him a quick rundown of the conversation I'd had with Sue Sylvester the first day of school. "Because as seemingly evil as she may be, your kids felt that she cared more about their talents than you. Because even with little musical training, she was able to identify and cull your two best all around vocalists. She cultivated them right under your nose. Did you think she picked Kurt and Mercedes as the voice of her Cheerios on a whim?"

"Not on a whim." He muttered sullenly.

"She could have utilized Santana. She has the mainstream look. But Sue, she saw the anger and the hurt and she used that to drive a wedge, but she would never have risked her chances at nationals with mediocre talent." I said with conviction. "You played favorites Will and while you have one student who will laud you, you've left twelve others who will, at best, forget your name.

"What should I have done differently?" he asked dejectedly.

"Well, Listen...Listen to them all equally. For God's sake, Will, Mercedes is more than half convinced you are either racist or have a problem with larger people. By the same turn Kurt thinks that you are homophobic; that or given your love of musical theatre; you are repressing your own sexuality so staunchly that you cannot see him without getting uncomfortable, therefore you ignore him completely. You have had Mercedes advocating a more egalitarian approach to how you ran the club for two years and yet the second it came to from Noah and Sam…suddenly you are all behind it. You have to see how hurtful that had to be for her." I said a lot more calmly than I felt.

"He had a lot of evidence to support his claims. Her claims." He said sadly. "Information I could have found just as easily if I had taken the time to look." He finally admitted.

"Yes, you could have. Look Will, I'll admit I wanted you to feel bad, maybe because I felt like you were trying to set me up to fail…but the real reason…or the main reason…was because there was no reason at all for those kids to look at me like I was a benevolent savior simply because I wanted to hear them individually. Because they feel that finally they will have a real chance to shine." I told him angrily.

"I just wanted to give them the kinds of happy memories I had about singing in the school show choir." He mumbled.

"Ok…well, when you were in your high school glee club…how were solos decided upon?" I asked pointedly.

"Well, Mrs. Ryan would hold auditions based on the competition theme. But when they did away with the themes, she would decide upon the set list with the seniors and then have auditions where you had to sing one of the songs on the set list and she would assign the song to whoever performed it best." He answered thoughtfully.

"SO at no point did she arbitrarily assign the preponderance of the solos in a two year time frame to the same people?" I prodded.

"No, she was very fair." He admitted.

"Okay, Will. I'm done flogging the corpse. But I have to ask, why didn't you force Rachel to get counseling? If not in the beginning then at least after she sent the girl to the crack house." I asked. I've talked to her other teachers and all of them have spoken to Hiram and Leroy about her overly competitive nature and social ineptitude…except you."

"Now, come on, her drive to win, to excel it is not a negative Shelby. She just needed guidance." He retorted.

"Yes, she needed guidance. Which no one was willing to provide." I pointed put. "Leroy and Hiram had her in counseling…which she dropped."

"I see." He said cautiously, non-committedly.

"She dropped it because; 'her show choir' needed her to be at top form, not pandering to her own barely perceivable faults.' She had you catering to her every whim; inadvertently validating everything she told herself was just the jealousy of those around her." I told him honestly.

"I-I…" he stammered.

"You don't have to say anything, Will. Just remember. Learn from your mistakes." I told him.

"Yes, yes of course." He assured. "Shelby, can you tell the kids…tell them that I'm sorry I wasn't the teacher they deserved."

"Sure Will, Hey knock 'em dead today. You were a decent teacher Will, but you shine on the stage." I told him to hopefully take the sting out of my earlier words. We said our good byes and I went to begin the process of getting Beth ready for the day…and myself ready for the evening.

Puck Point of View

Man, going to sleep still inside Sexy Mama is cool and romantic and sexy…waking up that way, not so much. We were so tired and had cum so hard, that we'd barely moved during the night. And the little bit we had moved was not enough to dislodge us from the absolutely tightest body in the history of females…ever. Anyway when Bent knocked on the door to roust us and let us know that George was only about an hour away. I'm so glad that no one else could see the maneuvering that we had to do to get out of the bed, let alone into the shower. We were completely gummed together. I know we looked a hot shitty mess, as my girl likes to say.

But we did get showered and dresses and headed over to George's new house. The place was almost an exact mid-point between my mom's house and Cedes and Sam's. It was a nice looking four bedroom, two and a half bath two story house. We texted the other New Directions. And the guys and Aidan and Blaine, of course, showed up to help unload the truck. The girls were going to meet us here with lunch at around one…lucky broads.

The house was already open and aired. The moms had gotten here early and vacuumed and mopped and everything, so we were just waiting on George. The utilities were on, so it wasn't too bad a wait. Tessa had already claimed her room, and Triple S swear up and down that it's bigger than the master. When George pulled up in a big ass U-Haul, I couldn't help but start to laugh my ass off. He'd had help driving alright. No wonder they got here so early. Bubbie Ruth drives even faster than I do.

Mom ran out and waved at Bubbie Ruth before flinging herself into George's arms. "She always seems happy to see him." I muttered. I was conflicted. Part of me really wants my mom to be happy and everything. I'm even man enough to admit that I know George can do that for her. But she's my mom. I watched as she stood the side while Tessa hugged her dad. Cedes walked over to me and wrapped her short little arms around me.

"You know its ok for you to feel a little jealous. She's pretty much been all yours for a long time. I mean yeah you share her with Sarah, but Sarah's yours too…so it's not at all the same." She said gently. "But you can't let it consume you. you risk making yourself un happy and worse, you'll destroy her happiness too." She advised.

"I know…and I'm not jealous…not really. I just, I'm just…"

"You're just pea green with envy 'cause that's your moma and you don't want to share your time with her any more than you have to." Sam pointed out. "But like Mercy said, you can't let it get to you. Remember, next year you'll be gone. hell you already spend more time with us than at home. Sarah's growning up too…Becah would be real lonesome soon enough. Be happy she's happy and with somebody we've had the chance to get to know. We'd have been up a creek if she didn't meet someone til next year."

I grimaced, acknowledging the truth in those words. "Alright, Sexy Mama, lay one on me so I can be in a good mood to go greet my new dad." I joked.

"Wait, I thought Sam was our…you know what? I can't. I can't even start to make that joke. It's just gross." She shuddered in disgust before grabbing my face in her hot little hands and pulling me down to kiss me sweetly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer and kissed her deeply, harshly, passionately.

"Alright, let me get one of those too. I need some added strumph to unload that U-Haul." Sam said with a laugh. The only problem with that was the fact that when we start kissing it takes us a minute to finish. After all once I had kissed Cedes and Sam, they still had to kiss each other. And since we'd figured out how to actually do the three-way, dog pile kisses, we tend to do that now too. Not at school though. Cedes is pretty sure that it looks as gross as it feels good so we can't do it in public.

Stacey and Stevie came running into the room 'carrying' a small box each. "See Stace, told you they'd be in here being all lovey dovey."

We broke apart and Sam blushed. Then he grabbed up the littlest brother and tickled him until he said he was going to piss himself. "Just you wait Stevie. About four years, five at the outside and you'll be looking for your own girl to get 'lovey dovey' with."

"She'll probably be stupid and annoying." Stacey taunted.

"No she won't." Mercedes chided gently. "You and Sarah will make sure that chicks like that don't even make his radar. You know how you do that? Make sure all the chicks are at least a little afraid of you. Learn and perfect your own version of the 'judging you' face. Then only the worthy ones will even consider approaching him. Stevie's gonna be a cutie…so you have to be his first line of defense. 'Cause girl, you know he's gonna be chasin' all the interesting guys away from you two."

With that bit of wisdom, we headed out to greet George and Bubbie Ruth and help to unpack the truck. Or that was the plan. When we got out there, Bubbie Ruth took one look at the three of us and our kiss swollen lip and wrecked hair, and burst into laughter. "You two have either got to decrease how much sexing you are getting up to, or make sure Mercedes eats more. My little hot chocolate bubbela is getting too skinny."

Cedes started laughing. She laughed until she started snotring. "That's the first time in my life I've ever been called." She broke out again. "Sk-ski-skinn-skinny!" she roared.

Bubbie laughed right along with her. She came over to hug us. "That's cause you were such a curvy little package. That ain't to say you are still a bit of Sex'al Chocolate, but you're too thin, doll."

George was a little too close to us for his own comfort hearing that. "Wait…so she is always like this? I thought she was testing me or something. She flirted with every semi-attractive person we met. And I'm still sure that the maid at the hotel this morning was zipping her uniform when she left your room." he accused.

Bubbie just looked at me with a dirty grin and chuckled. "Her boobs were as big as Mercedes will be when she finished growing. Just seeing them straining against her uniform…made my hands itch. I had to get my hands on them. I'd have tried for more…but that would have been rude since I'll probably never see her again."

Sam sighed and gave me a look that should have been chilling. "If Beth takes after her Great Grandma Ruth, I am officially chucking her into the first convent I can find." He said seriously.

"Oh please…like we won't be thinking of doing that to all our daughters. Heaven help us if we get one that's me and Cedes'. Bubbie Ruth's and Mercedes' sex drives should NOT be mixed." I said worriedly.

"Oh please our boys are gonna grown up thinking that it's the done thing to try to kill your partner with sex every other weekend May to September." Cedes snarled back. Something tells me she didn't like us discussing her sex drive out in public. But not to be funny, most of these people already know.

Angel Mom must have heard her because she started laughing as she passed us. "Year round if you settle someplace warm." She threw back over her shoulder.

Mercedes and I shared a look then smirked at Sam. "LA after college it is." We said simultaneously.

"Don't harm me none, ya'll were the ones complaining a second ago." Sam shrugged.

"Enough flapping your jaws." Sander said as he and Bent carried a loveseat inside. "Make with the totin'."

I looked at Sam for a translation. "Stop talking and start carrying." He said dryly.

I nodded and we got to work. With so much help, we had the truck unloaded really quickly. So quickly, in fact, that we were done before the girls could show with lunch. So what had been planned as a lunch sandwich platter became a 'welcome to Lima, now you don't have to worry about making meals for a while' platter instead.

We said bye to the guys who'd come to help and left with sandwiches and thank yous. Then the Moms, Tessa and Sexy Mama pushed the men of the family out the door. They told us to take Triple S and get lost so they could 'unpack and organize'. George looked like he started to point out that it was his house and his stuff. But Moms D cut him off before he could start. "Don't worry George; we'll take care of everything." She assured him.

"We promise not to unpack any of the things in your room." My mother said sweetly.

"Yeah Georgie Porgie…your porn is safe." Angel Mom quipped. "However, if a box should break apart…chances are good it will be either porn or underwear, and if it is the porn, it will always be the most embarrassing thing in the bunch that lands face up."

"Isn't that the truth? When I moved after Becah and Saul's father passed away, why did our box of special toys and costumes break apart in the lobby of our new building? Of course, the stuff that was too kinky even for me ended up on top. I would have been mortified…if I were you know normal. Becah was horribly embarrassed though."

Looking at my mother's very red face, I'd say she still was. "Alright on that note…I'm outta here. Guys, they are getting ready to 'girl talk'. I can see it in their faces. I overheard my mother 'girl talking' once. It took me three weeks to get my testicles to come back down. Let's get out while we still can." I dropped a kiss on Cedes sweet lips, taking a few moments to revel in the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. After I had my fill for the moment, I stepped to the side to allow Sam to do the same.

So while they handled the unpacking it was left to us manly me to entertain ourselves and three not so small children. We turned in the truck and then headed to Sprawl-Mart. Introducing George to the wonders of one-stop, discount shopping was kind of cool. We were in the hardware section, cause really George needed more tools. Bent, Sand, Sam and the monkeys had headed to the toys, leaving me and George alone. He turned to me and asked quietly. "So, what do you think of that Aidan kid?"

"Isn't being ridiculously over protective what got you here?" I taunted.

"Yep, and it's turned out so well I figured why change." He snarked back. "So…"

I shrugged. "He's a good kid. Smart, athletic. If he wants, he'll be captain of the team next year. He's been damn near hand-picked for Tessa by Sam. And if you think you're over protective…then you don't know Sam. Must be a southern thing. He keeps mentioning his shot gun. He doesn't actually have one, but I'm not sure that Aidan knows that. But what Aidan does know is what I'll do to him if he hurts her. But I don't think he would anyway." I answered.

"Okay…that's good." George said quietly. "I don't suppose kids in Lima believe in waiting for marriage?"

I started laughing. I laughed my ass all the way off. In fact, I laughed so long and so hard that I couldn't catch my breath. Benton and the guys had come looking for us and they found us unmoved, and me laughing like a hyena. They asked what was so funny and when I was finally able to speak, I told them what George had asked me. Which just made me laugh again and all of them joined me.

Finally Benton looked at the consternation on George's face and got himself under control. "Sorry man…really we weren't laughing at you…exactly. It's just, hell man, do you realize who you just asked that question?"

George signed and shook his head. "Benton, how do you do it? How do you deal with it? I mean, Sander, his little girl is still just that... little. He doesn't have to have this worry, and worry is entirely too mild a word, for a while yet; but you….how did you deal with it when Mercedes started dating?"

Benton chuckled. "I yanked those two into my office for a little 'chat'." He gestured to Sam and I. "But my situation was very different from yours. By the time Puck and Sam started dating MeDe, I'd spent hours watching as slowly but surely the kids at that school tried to smother her under their ignorance, and racism and jealousy. That light…her happiness, her joy, was starting to dim. She couldn't understand why the only males in her life all seemed to only ever think of her as a friend. She and Puck had dated briefly and he'd I won't say he broke her heart, but he had bruised it a bit. But she knew him better than anyone else, and they got past it. Then came prom and Noah and Sam, and that light started to glow again, getting stronger and stronger until now it's almost blinding. Besides, all I want for my daughter is that she grow up happy, healthy, whole and strong. She's is all of those things…what more can a father hope for."

George nodded. "Kids can be cruel. That's always been true. But it seems that as time goes by, they are taking longer and longer to grow out of that cruelty."

We all nodded. "I was one of the biggest dicks at McKinley until I joined the New Directions. Before I got to know the kids I was bothering. I realized that what I though was a joke wasn't funny at all to them." I thought for a second. "It took a lot of work from Cedes and Hummel, Beth and loosing her, to make me grow up. some assholes like Adams and that Tinsley/William douche still haven't.

"Besides George," Sand said kindly. "Tessa, she's a good girl. She has good home training. She's smart, responsible and strong with a good head on her shoulders. The boys have had a long talk with Aidan, but he's a good kid too. You ain't got much to worry 'bout right now."

"Yeah, save that worryin' for when Sarah grows up a piece. She's gonna be a handful." Sam advised. "You'd better start praying for that one now."

Sam's joke broke the tension, as my phone rang. I answered and after a short conversation I turned to the guys. "Sorry boys play time's up. We've been ordered to the Jones house to go and get the backyard ready for dinner. Bent, you got everything you need?" of course the answer was no. we were in Sprawl-Mart after all.

As we shopped, George looked at the things we were getting and laughed. "I thought this was just a small cookout for the family.

Benton and Sander exchanged looks. "Man, you must've forgotten just how damn big this family is now."

"And I 'clare it's getting bigger every time I turn around." Sander finished for him. What could we say to that…when a man's right…he's just right.


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