Rachel and Mercedes are put in Saturday detention and told to apologize.

"It's Saturday morning. Why am I here?" Mercedes asked as she and her choir director stopped outside the door.

"I teach you girls that you should to the right thing."

"So stealing another team's song was the the right thing?"

Ms. Hitchens explained, "In the end, I did what was right and I accepted the consequences. You have to do the same for what you put online." She could see that her student wanted to argue, but she wasn't going listen. "Mercedes, it was you. Go," she ordered pointing.

Mercedes peeked into the classroom to find Mr. Schue and I waiting. "Hell no! I'm not staying here." She had another argument with her director before giving in and joining us in the room.

Weeks ago, I was online and I found a long post attacking New Direction. As co-captain, I had to defend my team. I battled with an anonymous person until she disappeared two days before Sectionals. The morning of the competition, the post was taken down. I was willing to let it go and let our win speak for itself, but Mr. Schue found out what I had done.

For our punishment we had to serve Saturday detention together. In the hours that we were alone, we were supposed to write a essay on cyberbullying. When the adults returned they had expected us to show that we had talked through out issues and apologize.

I tried to write my essay but was constantly distracted by the girl scribbling on the board. "Maybe you should start on-"

"They are not serious about that paper," Mercedes interrupted. "I'm the one being punished. Ms. H is punishing me by locking me in this room with a square. If we're going to get along for the next few hours, you have to loosen up."

I studied my bully. From the messages, I had built her to be more intimidating. "Why do you attend Jane Addams Academy?"

She had a bad attitude, but she didn't seem like a delinquent.

"I was with the wrong crowd. I had the option of going to Jane Addams or juvie." She turned back to the board and mumbled to herself, "I should have chosen juvie."

"Why did you insult my team?"

"Jane Addams has zero tolerance for bullying, so I made the post to get a few of the girls kicked out of the glee club. When they didn't have enough members to qualify for sectionals, They would ask me to rejoin, and I'd negotiate for a solo. If you hadn't gotten involved, my plan would have worked. I got caught up in our fight that I forgot to stay in character. Ms. H knew it was me because I used correct spelling and big words," she explained making air quotes. Mercedes walked forward and leaned over my desk. "At Jane Addams, apologizing is a little more than just saying sorry." She bit her full lips.

I noticed her seductive attitude. "No, I'm not like you. I'm not gay," I admitted, trying to sound polite.

She argued, "I'm not either." She rested her hand on mine. "Like I said, you should loosen up." Mercedes leans forward and rested her lips against mine only for a few second.

I wasn't thinking logically when I returned for a second kiss.

Mercedes pulled away with a wide smile. "Do you want me to show you how we apologize?" After getting permission, she ordered me to move my seat away from the desk. She lifted my skirt and removed my panties. She kneeled in front of me.

I sat back as she massaged my opened thighs. A faint huff escaped me when Mercedes places a soft peck on my vaginal lips. I nearly hopped out of my skin when she flicked her tongue across my clit.

She giggled at my reaction. She moved my legs further apart for better access. She made circles with her tongue. Minutes later, her tongue was replaced with her thumb. "Doesn't that feel good?" she asked, looking up at me.

I was tightly gripping at the side of my chair. The feelings I had was sensational. I wondered how many apologies has she given before, but my mind was wiped, feeling Mercedes's finger teasing my entrance.

"Your pussy is so pretty," Mercedes complimented, easing her finger into me. She lowered her head back down and sucked my clit. She slowly slid her curved fingers in and out of my clenched vagina.

My orgasm felt like a dam breaking and freeing a giant wave of pleasure. My body shivered. When it was over, I felt a calm wash over me.

Mercedes removed her fingers. She put her fingers in her mouth to clean them. She smirked at me. "So I'm forgiven?"

Thanks for reading & thanks to myhiggins25 for her opposing schools suggestion.

Very soon, I will be back to uploading regularly. I have Kurt, Finchel, Artie, and more. I want to do a few thrillers, so if you have anyone to suggest for a physio knife waving story, please let me know.