Summer Menagé
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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AN: This is the next story in the Learning French Universe. It will be from many different perspectives, and will take care of the summer between Junior and Senior year. Right now I have it planned as a series of connected one shots. But then again, I never meant for Learning French to end up being 42 chapters.

AN: Most of the Gleeks must be Juniors during the time of Learning French (end of Season 2), otherwise how could they have gone to prom. RIB and crew are falling off with their continuity if they are trying to stratify them now. Therefore consider this to be the summer before Senior year for all of them.

Confusion
Artie Point of View

I know Santana and Brittany are up to something. It all started on the 'New Directions Bonding through Shopping' day. Things were normal at first. The guys went to Macys on some bet Sam and Puck had going and basically to see their girls. Since I'm single, one more 'gain, I decided to just go and see what type of accessories the mall GameStop had, since the one near my house was kinda jank. So I'm debating on whether to get the used 320 GB hard drive for my Xbox, or the new wireless stereo headset for my PS3, when Finn and Blain come in and drag me out telling me that Santana, of all people, wants me back at Macys, for the full effect of the bonding experience.

I get a little tired of the fact that my friends can make me go wherever they decide they want me, but I have to admit I was curious as hell. Plus the Jones, Evans, and Ms. Puckerman had come up with a damn good idea with the graduation wish lists. It's just that I was not exactly the shopping type; I'd already picked most of my stuff at the website. So when I was dragged to join the group at Macy's I just helped Finn with his registry. It was fun working with him and Lauren. I'm be straight up with you…Finn Hudson is a much better person without Rachel Berry acting as an emotional and ethical albatross around his neck.

But Lauren kept giving me all these weird looks. Like she was trying to decide what made me tick. Finally she asked me a really unexpected question. "So I know that the standard ND party line is that we all love Commune and think it's the best thing since sliced bread-which, ok, I'll agree with that…but what about you…how do you really feel about that kind of thing? You think that kind of set up can work for real?"

I shrugged. "Mercedes is my soul sister…she deserves this, being loved like this, more than anybody else I know. As for it lasting…Love is a strange thing; it's the only thing on earth where the more you give, the more you have to give." I said honestly. "Do I think it would work long term? For them, yeah I think it will. There is more than enough love there, as long as they are willing to work for it, and I don't know three harder working people than Sam, Puck and Mercedes. As long as they continue to be stronger together than they are apart, and refuse to let others determine who, what and how they are together…and separately…it will work."

"I guess." She laughed. "I mean I agree with you about Mercedes deserving all this and even more. Hell I've put my money where my mouth is on them lasting forever and a day…but I don't think I could handle it. I've never been one to share well." Lauren admitted.

I thought for a long minute. Finally seeing the real question behind her words. I've asked myself that a lot over the last seven-eight months; long before Commune ever formed; if I could do it. I saw the love between Brittany and Santana well before I realized that they were still exchanging 'lady kisses' without telling me. And the answer I always come back to is that it doesn't matter if I can or can't. Because there is no was in hell Santana Admira Lopez would ever be willing to go there. But lately, since that day in Macy's I've begun to wonder more and more if Santana might just be more willing to share than I ever thought possible.

Santana Point of View

There is nothing in this world I hate more than being indecisive. But damn it all to all that's exactly what I've become. I'm dithering between pretending that I had no clue who Brittany was talking about that day in Macys and therefore not having to think about it any deeper than a quick 'huh' and acknowledging I know she meant Wheels and sending him for a long roll off a short pier, or tall escalator since there aren't any piers in Lima. However while I have no problem lying to others, I make it a practice not to lie to myself.

So as Britts and I were getting our shit picked out for New York, I did some serious thinking. I tried to decide if I even wanted to be with a guy again at all. I'd done dudes before, some successfully, some not so much. I'll never be one of those lezies who's all like 'eww, penis'. I kinda like dick. I'm woman enough to admit that from a purely aesthetical sense, Artie's not ugly. King of all nerd-kind, yes, a primitive form of cyborg, yes, annoyingly, amazingly emotional, yes; but if he'd just let us make him over-he might be worth something. But the crip had a bad habit of having a backbone.

Maybe that's why I'm even entertaining the possibility of this sharing shit. Because as much as it can and does irritate me, Artie has bottom. He's strong…maybe not physically, though Brittany says he's got some serious upper body strumph going for him. But the boy knows who he is and he refuses to apologize for that or let anybody…even me, make him feel bad about it.

I think I actually respect Bluetooth. Huh…that's strange. I mean yeah, I respect Wheezy. She's got my back, and I've got hers. I kinda respect Sam and Puck. Ok so Sam more than Puck. Nothing against Puck and he's my brother from another mother And all that jazz…but Sam's gotten a lot better about being real and not caring what people think about him. Dork that he is, Puck's getting there but he'd buried his real self so deep he's still got a lot of bullshit to dig through before he can get back Noah. Probably I understand Puck better than anyone else. We've both hidden ourselves for ever. Hell we used to use each other to hide.

Once more my thoughts went back to the day we'd gone shopping with e'erbody. Artie had helped me to convince Brittany that bright colors belonged in the bathroom and not in a room where you'd be trying to sleep. So I felt that I owed him a little something, something in return. Then when we were all at Fredericks' I knew I had the best possible way to pay him back. When he tried to slink off back to Game Stop, or the PearStore, or the Radio Shack, or whatever Nerd Mecca he was going to go find…I stopped him and made him come look at lingerie with Britts and me. Poor guy looked like he wasn't sure if he was going to heaven or hell.

I rolled him over to the section where the non-Mercedes of us were looking at bras that couldn't double as hats, and it didn't take us long at all to fall into easy bantering and joking. "So Stubble McCripple Pants? What do you think about Britts and me living with Wheezy, Guppy, and Puck? Think I can get her drunk and talk her out of her enormously, ridiculously large bra?"

He gave me a quelling look. "Girl…who you think you playin'. I know you had you some 'serious face time with her lady pillows'." He taunted with a laugh. "Naughty Satan…seducing your friend just because she has big boobs."

"No…see you've got it wrong, my friend. First of all, she has super boobs. You just can't tell cause you're at the wrong angle or some shit…that or you still have her in full sister status. But her boobs aren't big…their fucking huge!" I rebutted. "And second of all, it was all Brittany's fault. I mean she was the one who had to get up on those lady pillows and see if 'Retha tastes like chocolate. Besides, you cannot forget about that voice."

I put my hand to up in my Preach pose. "You mean that voice that damn near makes me jizz my pants e'ry time she opens her mouth to sing, even though she's like a sister to me?" He laughed.

I nodded with a dirty smile. "How did you know? Britts and I were sworn to secrecy, upon pain of death, or never ever getting another grope of that Rack Of Unusual Size."

He laughed, and for a second he was actually a little hot. "Brittany has been talking about her 'Hershey kisses' since nationals, wasn't too hard to figure out what she meant... but after your end of year bash whenever she sees a pack of them, she just smiles a happy little smile. I know that smile." he answered honestly.

I knew that he and Britt were still friends. Just like I know that now that she knows it's wrong to kiss all up on someone else without me knowing and being good with it, she won't do that. So I'm surprised to feel a little bit of jealousy. I was even more surprised when I realized that it wasn't jealousy that they might have gotten down, but simply that I wasn't with them when they hung out. I decided to change the subject rather than examine that little tidbit. I turned back to him and asked, "So what do you think of Commune's stepsister?"

"Who…oh Tessa…she's nice. Still pretty young acting. Good voice though. Nothing on you or Mercedes…but good tone and she can keep tune well. She'll make a good addition to Glee next year if they do move here."

"So-you got a crush?" I asked curiously. No really I was just curious.

"Naw…she's a little too-I don't know- wholesome or something for me. She's firmly stuck in the little sister slot for me." He replied.

"Too wholesome?" I asked with a laugh. "Please boy…you're the poster boy for wholesomeness."

He laughed. "Maybe I give off 'good boy' vibes…but I've gotta admit I loves me a girl with some bite to her. A little edge. A bad girl."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Boy, you don't like you no 'bad girls'. Tina and Britts are both light and nice and sweet girls."

"Oh please," he scoffed. "You know better than anybody that Brittany isn't near as good as everyone assumes. She's a down low bad girl. Sweetness and light if she likes you…but mad, bad and dangerous to know if you cross her. Tina…now she's the opposite. Visible edge, but all softness and marshmallow sweet on the inside."

"So what about the rest of us?" I asked. I wanted to know what he thought of me…but I'll be damned if I was going to ask that directly. "Aren't any of the rest of us 'bad girls'?"

He rolled his eyes. "Asked by the baddest 'bad girl' of the bunch." He muttered.

"Really, Me…not Lauren?" I teased.

"Naw…you for sure. Lauren…she's just physically dangerous. She'll beat your ass and you can roll on through. You prefer to destroy people emotionally. That shit leaves a mark…that shit lasts and lasts" He shuddered. "That definitely makes you the baddest of all."

"And yet…I don't see you feening after me." I taunted.

"See being the operative word there." He teased back.

"Yeah…well. You wouldn't know what to do with me if you had me."

Artie laughed heartily. "Oh I'd know exactly what to do. I'm a nerd…lots of ideas in cyberspace…my dear Ms. Lopez." He rebutted his voice low and kinda silky dark. "But for the sake of fairness I will admit that you would likely be the death of me." he said carefully avoiding my eyes. "But, damn, what a way to go."

The look on his face when he said that has stuck with me for almost two weeks. So much so I found myself calling and texting him and actually learning more about him. Rather than just ignoring his very existence like I usually do during the summers. He was really kind of cool. He may play nice and all but that's just because he saves his blood thirstiness for his video games. GallaNipples dipped on me and took Guppy and Puckzilla with her to sunny Florida, so I had to wait to get some advice. Which, of course, meant that I almost chickened out. But then it also gave me time to think this shit through.

So as soon as they got their rabid asses back to Lima, I knew. Thanks to Sarah, and her love of the almighty dollar. Best ten bucks I've ever spent. I called Guppy. I was nice and called him Sam and everything and I called him and ordered him to meet me for lunch the next day. I then spent the next twenty four hours avoiding anybody who knew me well enough to try to find out what the hell was going on with me. Thankfully Trouty isn't just a nice guy… he's a punctual one too.

Sam Point of View

Whatever I was expecting when I walked into Breadstix to meet Santana for lunch… this sure as hell wasn't it. As soon as I sat down she jumped in with both feet. "How do you do it? The whole threesome shit?"

"Umm...Santana, you've seen exactly how we do the 'threesome shit'." I said confused.

The look she gave me made my balls try to retract. "Not the physical-dumbass. If I wanted to talk about sex, I'd have called Puck." She sighed. "How do you deal with three people and all their feelings and insecurities and emotional baggage?"

"If it's worth it, you make it work." I said honestly. "Wait, why are you asking, Santana? I mean if you're just curious…than my answer is whole different than if you need to know because you're considering trying to be in one."

"It may be the second…but, and I'm not saying it is, the truth is I don't think I'm wired for long term with anybody. I mean…" She sighed deeply. "I love Brittany –like really love her- she's my mi corazón y alma…but here I am wanting to..." Another shoulder moving sigh. "Look seeing Wheezy getting long dicked. Made me jsalous. Not of you or Puck…but it just made me realize I miss dick, you know. I Love Brittany, and she all I want but maybe not all I need. And then SHE tells me we could add a guy…but only if it is a specific guy. Because of course the only things are so good between me and Britts is cause there is love there…But how the hell am I supposed to know if this shit is worth the fucking risk?"

I reached out and patted her hand soothingly. "I hate to say this, San, but the only one who can decide if the risk is worth it…is you."

She reached over and grabbed a breadstick and savagely bit the tip off. "But how? I mean, that's why I called you. Let's face it. Puck was destined to at least try dick. I mean I love him like a brother and all but your boy boo is a damn hedonist. Puck's life mantra is 'if it feels good, do it…and if it feels really good, do it a lot'. And 'Retha, she's still firmly in her sexual comfort zone. But you; this had to be like a monumental decision for your, good old boy, ass-so how did you know?"

I shrugged. "Honestly, it started as something I did 'cause Mercy wanted to watch. I didn't expect to enjoy it, but I knew I wouldn't hate it completely either." I said thoughtfully. "It was strangely erotic. Kissing Puck—was an experience that I wanted, needed, to keep having. I don't really know which came first, the love or the lust…but now they are both present and accounted for, and I cannot imagine what things would be like without him."

"So what…I should just dive in feet first and see if I sink or swim?" Santana asked angrily.

"Not exactly…but yeah, kind of." I said in what I hope was a soothing tone. "You just have to try it and see if the three of you can find a way for this to work for you guys."

"Any advice at all…or are you a complete and total waste of air out side of GallaNipple's bed?" she ultimately asked after tearing into three more breadsticks.

"No need to get testy." I laughed. "I have advice. You need to talk things out with Artie. Brittany loves both of you, and you wouldn't have called me if you weren't starting to care for him too. Now man up…or Bitch up as the case may be. You are Santana Admira Lopez. The reigning Bitch Queen of McKinley High. You dethroned Quinn and deflowered Finn. You call Artie, you see what it is you are both wanting…both needing. You can't really do anything else until you see where your limits are physically and emotionally." I thought for a moment. "I don't know how emotionally limited Artie is gonna let you be. Especially since he's already wormed his way into your heart."

"I just…I don't understand it. What's the hell with all of you dweebs and dorks making me catch feelings? I went years on the Cheerios and I couldn't pick most of those bitches out of a line up…but you guys…" she trailed off shaking her head.

"Yeah…we're the wormiest of worms." I teased. "Heart worms always are."

Mercedes Point of View

I had the day off so after seeing Puck and Sam off for a day of pool cleaning, and apparently Santana mentoring, I ran down stairs and put two big ass beef pot roasts in the holiday crock pot. Then I headed back upstairs and climbed back into my bed…only to climb right back out to answer my ringing cell phone. Looking at the screen I answered with a cheeky "What's up soul brother?"

"Arrg!" Artie groaned. "You've gots to help me Mercedes. I'm trippin'."

"Chillax man. Calm your tits, and tell me what the problem is?" I said soothingly.

"I told you…I'm trippin. My mind's playin' tricks on me." he reiterated.

I looked to the heavens from which cometh my help. "Boy, don't make me reach through this phone and slap some calm into you. Take a deep breath. Now calmly…tell me what the hell is wrong?"

"I think I'm falling in love with Satan." He whispered, like if he didn't say it out loud, then it wouldn't be true.

I sighed. "Do you mean that you are falling in love with the daughter of Beelzebub all by herself, or as an extension and growth of your feelings for Brittany?"

"Both." He said miserably.

"See now…I know folks say they want to be like MJ…but I didn't know they meant me." I joked.

Thankfully that got Artie laughing. He was turning into a morose mutha on me there for a second. "I should have snatched you up sophomore year. I could be happy as a damn clam now instead of jumping at shadows."

"Ignoring the fact that neither one of us is into the other like that for a second, what shadows are you jumping at kid?" I asked with a laugh of my own.

He sighed. "They took me with them to pick out lingerie…and me and Santana…we talked, like really talked and it was nice, it was all good in the hood. Since then she and I have been talking like e'eryday. And Satan's chill as hell, Merce. I mean, yeah, she's a rampaging bitch…but she's way more than that. She's cool and kinda crazy and really sexy and Fuck Merce…the things she can do with just her voice. I think she's trying to send me to the padded cell next to Rachel."

I laughed long and loud at that thought. "Maybe that's her game." I said ominously. "Get you all het up on her and run your ass crazy…get you locked away and she doesn't have to worry about sharing Brittany with anyone…Bwahahaha." I cackled. "Hush up, your old paranoid ass."

"How many times I got to tell you…it's not paranoia if they really are out to get you." he laughed.

"So…what are you gonna do if you find out that she's not fattening you for the slaughter…but prepping you as a sacrifice?" I taunted.

"What the hell is the difference?" Artie huffed.

"Now that, you'll have to ask Santana." I said sagely.

Puck Point of View

When Sam met me at the Richards' house he as a laughing fool. "What?" I asked. "Seriously…I'm already trippin that Santana called you for a heart to heart, now you show up laughing back…tell me something good."

He shrugged. "Alright…you're looking fucking hot in those red shorts." He teased before giving me a quick but deep and thorough kiss and grabbing some equipment.

"Yeah, well you're looking hot in green…merry fucking Christmas to us…NOW tell me why Santana needed to see you." I groused.

"She wanted to ask me how I knew we would all work together like we do." Sam answered simply. I grabbed him and put him in a headlock, which he correctly interpreted as a request for more information. "She's looking to add Artie to Brittana…Apparently she likes him and since Brittany loves him and otherwise San gonna have to convince Brittany she's in need of an addadicktome…"

"Damn…Artie comes back to school rolling as part of Bartana; he will be the fucking man." I mused smiling at his horrible joke.

"Good." Sam laughed. "Maybe that means folks will get the hell up off our relationship."

"Probably not. I mean the three of us are the fucking hotness." I said with a cocky grin. "But I bet you we'll have an ass load of folks audition for glee thought."

"That will be cool…maybe some new blood will give us some folks to leave behind. Almost all of us will be gone next year." He replied.

"Almost… Who'll be left?" I asked befuddled.

"Look you and I both know that every time Finn passes a grade-we're all surprised…Especially Finn." We shared a long look before bursting out laughing. "Ms. Carol must pray her ass off every report card."

"Damn if that isn't the truth." We got to work and we finished up our appointments by four thirty. We made a quick swing through my house for me to grab a change of clothes, then we headed to Casa Jones. Cedes had been off all day so she was in charge of watching the kiddles. When we got home, she was pouring down sweat, looking sexy as hell in a tank top and some short shorts that had bootylicious across the backside, playing some Kinect dance game against Sarah. Stacey and Stevie were sprawled on the couch cheering them on. Little man is such Sam's brother…cause even though he was cheering for Sarah; his eyes were glued on Cedes sexy bouncing ass.

I picked him up off the couch and quickly turned him upside down. "Eyes off, little man. She's ours." I teased. Bracing his feet against my chest I tickled them as he dangled and fought for freedom.

"I know…I know." He giggled. I flipped him and set him on his feet. The second he was steady, he laughed and squeaked. "But if ya'll screw up-I'm waiting in the wings." He took off running. Little dude is fast too.

Sam threw himself onto the couch. "Sarah…you're kicking butt. Mercy looks ready to drop."

"Whatever, Sam, I'm –whew-I'm just getting going." Cedes Laughed.

Stacey grumbled. "Stevie and I have been waiting forever for our turn."

The game beeped and Sarah and Cedes basically collapsed against each other. "Never, ever, never again, Cedes. I am never doing Dance Dance Revolution against you again. That was supposed to be an easy win. Three draws later and I still only managed to beat you by three measly points. Next time you can take on Stacey. I'm gonna relax on the couch and mock Stevie." Sarah groaned.

"Come on Cedes…Let's go grab a shower so Stevie and Stacey can have their turn." I said untangling my boo from my sister.

Sam yelled up the stairs to let Stevie know he was safe to come back down. We made sure that the baby monitor was available if they needed us, and climbed into the shower.

**Mature Content**

I soaped my hands up and ran them over Cedes lush brown curves. "Fuck, do you know how hard it was to leave you here this morning, Sexy Mama. You were all soft and sleepy and sexy. I wanted to drag you back to that bed and love all up on you." I moaned tweaking her nipples until they were hard and aching.

Sam knelt before her, gently washing her feet, and avoiding soap trails as he kissed and nibbled the florid flesh of her thighs. "Puck…bend her over, and take her from behind." Sam commanded.

Who was I to disobey a direct order? But of course I had to do it my way. The water acted as a natural lubricant and I was able to slide into Cedes' hot ass with little difficulty. "God, Babygirl. Fuck you feel so good." I moaned. I felt Sam's hand, and realized that while I was fucking Cedes' beautiful ass, he was fingering her pussy and sucking her nipples. When Cedes came her shouts of pleasure bounced around us and through the bathroom. Sam kissed his way down her stomach, latching onto her sensitive clit with those big ass soup coolers of his and tickling my balls with his nose and breath. I came with a keening yell.

Before Mercedes and I could fall to the floor, Sam moved behind me and took my ass, reaching around me to continue to make our girl feel good. By the time we came together, all three of us, the water was starting to run a little cold. We cleaned up quickly, and got out. Then we killed another thirty minutes teasing Hot Mama, as we lotioned her.

**End Mature Content**

Benton Point of View

Dinner that evening was a family affair. Kev and Dev had spent the night in their old rooms. Dev sharing with Stevie and Kev, by himself since Noah and Sam were in with MeDe. They'd spent the day out and about but came home for dinner, bringing Patrice and Tonya with them. Sarah and Becah were with us tonight, since MeDe had made enough food for an army, and Becah hated to cook. After getting the extra leaf out of the attic, cleaned up and installed, there was enough room for us all. and Dani was in heaven. Looking around I could even see some extra room for George and Tessa. You know when Dani had picked this table out all those years ago; I never thought we would ever need one this big. In fact until today, we'd never once needed the leaf. I could tell from the superior look she kept giving me, she would be making me eat crow later…oh well. Dani has the tastiest crow in the known world so I never mind eating it anyway.

As soon as everyone was served, Becah asked Kev and Dev. "So when are you boys going back to Columbus?"

The boys exchanged looks. Then they looked at Sam, and Noah. Then all four of the older boys looked at Stevie. "Here's a lesson Stevie. You heard the way she asked that question. That sweet, kind, oh so interested tone…don't buy it. It's a mom trap. Now we're gonna tell her we were planning on heading back on Sunday, and she will have something for us to do Saturday. Just watch." Kev said his tone wise and professor-like.

Becah rolled her eyes. "Well, he's right. Tessa is coming this weekend to stay for the rest of the summer, and to be here for Cheerio Camp. But her stuff will be arriving on Saturday as well, and since I cannot be in two places at once, I was hoping that I could get one of you to go get her from Dayton. I'd ask Noah, but I don't want to expose Tessa to what he calls driving just yet."

We all had to laugh at that. Noah is a good driver…he just thinks his real last name is Andretti. Devon spoke up. "Tonya and I can scoop up T-Doll, Becah. Save her from ole lead foot over there."

MeDe spoke up, "So she's staying at Maison d'Puckerman?"

"Yup." Becah laughed. "Their house in in closing but George won't be here for another three weeks. But Tessa wanted to come on out. Apparently she likes having siblings. Well except the older boys…for some reason she thinks she's never gonna get a date with four over protective big brothers."

After the laughter settled down, Sander took the floor. "Well I've been speaking to Mr. Cohen off and on all summer and we've got things all hammered out and all parental concerns addressed. After you graduate next summer, Sam, Noah, Mercy; you'll be entering a five year development contract with Warner Music Group. And best of all Mr. Cohen and Mr. Lowenstein are willing to act as two of your recommendations both at Columbia and with the apartment building."

The celebration lasted several long minutes. Punctuated by shouts of "that's my baby sister!" and "Damn, son, Damn!" finally I tapped my glass loudly, bringing everyone's attention to me. "There are caveats and stipulations." I said calmly. "No one's grades drop below a 3.0. Noah, you will NOT do any illicit drugs of any kind…not even weed. MeDe, we'll be transitioning you over to the Depo shot at the end of the summer, however you three will still use condoms like they are your own personal religious icons. Sam, you are to go to school and work for you…Your Mom and Dad have this...WE have this here. You do you, and MeDe and Noah. And start trying to convince either Kurt or Santana and Brittany to room with you. New York rent ain't no damn joke."

Of course even this wasn't enough to stop the happiness for long, and soon enough they were back to yelling and shouting and crowing. I looked over the table with a smile. This was my family and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I think Dani and MeDe needed this after the weekend they just had. Seeing the smiles on their faces, made everything worth it.

Santana Point of View

I didn't call Artie after I left Breadstix that afternoon. Instead I went over to see Brittany. As usual, she took one look at me and she saw everything I didn't have the words to say. She led me up to her room and took me into her arms.

"Lord Tubbington said you'd be coming over today all confused and mixed up. What's wrong?" she asked as we snuggled on the loveseat in her room.

"Nothing's wrong. I just. Would it make you happy to have Bluetooth here with us?" I asked in return.

She smiled. "You're both me." she said in that simple, yet deep way she has. "I'm not complete without you two. But I can still breathe with you as my love and him as my friend. Just like I could breathe with you as my friend and him as my love. But I think we'd all be better…fuller…happier all together."

I sat for a while just basking in my feelings for her and hers for me, before beginning to think about Artie and his feelings for…us? "Would he go for it?" I muttered. "I mean, yeah, we know he loves you…but me?"

Britts laughed, a joyful sound that never failed to bring peace to my soul. "How can he not love you? There is no me without you." She chuckled. "He was already half way there even when you were still hiding yourself. Besides I know you tow have been talking and you've finally started to let him see the real you. He likes who you really are a lot…like a lot, a lot."

I couldn't stop the dirty smile that crossed my features. Wheels is a lot like Wheezy. They both seem so above the petty high school hormone bullshit, so to find out that I affect him-well that was all kinds of hot. For a moment I was back in the mall on that bonding day, seeing his face as he declared I'd be one hell of a way to die. But I still asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Brittany said definitively. "But you will only believe that once you've talked to him and asked him that yourself."

"Damn. How did I know you were gonna say that?" I muttered.

"Oh…did you have catnip like Lord Tubbington?" she asked excitedly.

I didn't bother answering her verbally, instead, I let my fingers do my talking and I started tickling her rapaciously. As I tickled, I allowed my hands to run over her braless breasts. With a grin, I covered her mouth with mine. I grinned against her lips as she squirmed her way onto my lap. Slipping my hand under her shirt, I slid it up the smooth, soft skin of her toned, flat tummy and up to mold her teta to my hand.

We got our mack on for not near enough time when all of a sudden, she pulled back and scooted back to the loveseat. "No!" she said firmly when I tried to go back in for more. "You need to talk…no distracting me with lady kisses."

I tried pouting…it always works for her. But apparently either my pout isn't as good as hers or her nerves are stronger than mine, because she remained resolute. Finally I huffed. "Fine!" I grumbled. 'How does it work with him? I mean, would one of us always get to be on top?"

She gave me a huge smile and I couldn't stop my own laughter. I know she was amused by the hopefulness in my voice. I like dick, but I'm not a fan of having a heaving dude grunting away on top of me. "Yeah," she sighed. "And he's really, really, really good with his hands and mouth. You should call him. You two need to talk." She said as she stood and left the room.

I have never been one to sit on my ass when it comes to something I want. So I grabbed my phone and texted Abrams. 'hey Stubbles…call me." easy and to the point. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't make him work for it.

"I have gots to change your ring tone." He said without preamble.

"Why…what is it now?"

"Black Sabbath…Evil Woman." He mumbled.

"Damn, Ozzie is the man…and Sharon…she is The Bitch." I joked. "So what are you gonna change it to?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know I've got to think on that one, maybe Trina, Baddest Bitch…you got any suggestions?" he taunted.

"Well…there's Christina Aguilera, Keep Getting Better…or you could go with Luda…My Chick's Bad." I suggested adroitly.

He paused. I mean I could hear the gulp he made as he sucked in a shocked breath. "Yeah but that Luda song would imply that you were my chick. We all know you're bad. In fact the Aguilera song is to a man who appreciates and puts up with her bitchyness." He said calmly.

"Shit, just change that shit to Crazy Bitch and get your ass to Britts." I finally growled, before breaking out into a diatribe in Spanish. "Swear your ass is supposed to be fucking smart. Dumbest Smart guy ever," were the nicest things I said.

He laughed. It was a relieved and happy sound that made me want to fucking purr. Then he had to top it off by responding in Spanish himself. "You and Brittany can come over here. My parents are gone until Sunday."

"We'll be there soon." I replied. As I disconnected the call, I was shocked to see that my hands were shaking. Shit, this feelings shit is for the fucking birds.

I have learned my lesson, there will not be a Bartana off shoot. I suck at maintaining those. I get distracted and then its all "Anni where is blah blah" and all I can say is "ooohh look at the shiny object over there.

Now, that being said should you like to request more Bartana...please leave a review, and I will more than likely drop some in either in the last few chapters of this one or in Fluency (title still pending) Our favorite thruple (though bana 05 is messing me all kinds of up with the QuamCedes Story she tossed us this week) senior year at McKinley.

Little Oprhan Anni "Please Ma'am may I have so'more reviews?"