I don't want to explain things. It's just too much so I'm giving ten chapters (hopefully).

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"Why'd she call an emergency glee meeting?" Mercedes wondered quietly.

Quinn shrugged. "Do you think she's talked to Mal yet?"

"I have no idea. Oh! Here she comes!"

Marcy strolled into the choir room. "Thanks for meeting me here. I have a performance that couldn't wait til after school tomorrow."

"Oh. Okay." Mr. Shue was surprised. So far, she hadn't sung her feelings like he encouraged the kids to do. She was way too bottled up in his opinion. "The floor is yours. Go ahead."

Marcy nodded to the band, who began playing. She opened her mouth and sung Beyoncé's Ring the Alarm. When she finished, she was breathing heavily.

The others clapped for her but it was clear it didn't even faze her.

Mercedes realized that Marcy must have talked to Mal. She stood up but Marcy walked out.

"So he told her." Mike murmured.

Mercedes swung to look at him as she switched to Japanese. "You knew?!"

He turned to look at her. "You know? About Ellen?"

"Quinn and I found out Saturday."

"He never broke up with her."

Mercedes frowned. "Wait. Isn't Ellen that girl he was dating at the beginning of the school year?!"

"Yep." Mike nodded.

"I could just kill him!"

"Oh yeah. I've been wanting to punch him in the face."

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"It wasn't my place. He had to tell her."

"Well he wasn't and he didn't. Quinn and I did."

"Mercy!"

"I don't care! She deserved to know! Wouldn't you want to know if T was cheating on you?!"

"T's cheating on me?" Mike looked down at the girl he had his arm around. She smiled up at him.

"No, Mikey." Mercedes huffed. "But if she was, wouldn't you want to know?"

Mike thought about it seriously before sighing heavily. "Yes."

"We have to find her."

"Quinn's already gone…"

Mercedes turned around and saw her twin had disappeared. "I hope that goes well."

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"That's cool." Artie stalled on gathering his things.

"Thank you." Santana smiled. "I learned in Cuba."

Santana had taken to trailing behind Artie at his locker and they had just started talking one day. Now it was a highlight to both of their days and he stalled as much as he could to keep her talking.

"What made you decide to learn how to play the bongos though?" He set a book in his bag.

"I don't know." She lifted a shoulder. "They were everywhere. I'm not gifted or anything but I can keep beat and sound good."

"I think it's super cool."

She blushed. "Thanks. So what are you about to do?"

"Pick up Lila from her cello lesson. I'll probably play video games at home after." Lila was his twelve year old sister.

"Ugh! That means I gotta pick up Squirt from soccer practice. Gomez just don't know how lucky he is." Gomez was her thirteen year old little brother.

Artie chuckled. "They're both lucky to have us."

Santana giggled.

Artie's heart thumped. He loved when he got her to giggle. "Well I gotta go."

She pouted playfully. "Aww!"

"You'll see me tomorrow." He grinned.

"Until tomorrow." She winked before sashaying down the hall.

He had to fan himself. Whoo!

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Quinn sat a glass of iced tea on the table. "Sam, please talk to me. You've been acting weird all week."

He took the glass and drank out of it. "I'm fine."

"Please tell me." Mercedes' "wouldn't you want to know?" ran through her head on a loop. Was Sam cheating on her? Wouldn't she deserve it?

He opened his arms for her. She sat on his lap and hugged him. He kissed the side of her head and just told her. "I'm homeless."

"What?" She didn't understand.

"My family is homeless." He couldn't bear to see the derision on her face so he looked away.

"We have to tell somebody!"

"No!" His gaze snapped to hers. "It's nobody's business!"

"Sammy,-!"

"Quinn!"

She blinked. He'd never yelled at her before. All of her feelings were hurt. "Okay." She swallowed. "Be prideful. But it's a deadly sin for a reason."

"Please just stop." He begged. "I don't want to talk about this."

"Fine." She gave up. "We can talk about something else."

"What's up with Marcy? My buddy seems upset."

Quinn sighed.

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Mercedes breathed heavily. "How do you feel?"

"Better." Puck turned his head as he breathed just as hard. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

He nodded. "Good."

"When is your mom coming back?" They only had sex whenever a parent was missing. All of their parents worked a lot so they had plenty of time to do it.

"Late. I got to pick up Nic from her friend's house."

"When?"

"Why?" He reached for her. "You want another round?"

"I think so. I feel better but not the best." She turned her head to peer at him.

"Okay." It didn't make him no difference. As much as he liked sex with her, he liked hanging out with her just as much, if not more.

She rolled over atop him and brushed her hair out of the way to attack his lips.

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"Marcy, you can't do this!" Quinn hissed.

Marcy slammed her locker shut and faced her big sister. "Yes, I can! I don't need your permission nor your advice."

"Well you're getting my advice. You're going to regret this for the rest of your life!" Quinn shook her arm.

Marcy wretched away from her. "Do you?"

Quinn gasped as Marcy walked away. That really stung and the worst part was, she deserved it.

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Brittany pulled her top on. "Are you okay, San?"

"Yeah." Santana wiggled into her clothes, too.

"Are you sure? You haven't been as into it lately." Brittany worried that Santana didn't love her anymore.

"I'm sorry." Truthfully Santana was just feeling guilty about sleeping with Brittany while the blonde was with Artie. "I just have a lot on my mind."

"Like what? I give good advice." Brittany opened her arms.

Santana laid back in Brittany's arms but made sure to stare at the wall in her girlhood bedroom. "I think I might like a boy."

"Really?!" Brittany brightened. "Who is it?! You can double with me and Artie! We'll go out all the time-!"

"Britt!" Santana interrupted. "He doesn't like me back."

Brittany frowned, confused. "How can he not like you back? You're so beautiful. On the outside and the inside. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Santana's heart pounded and she kissed Brittany to quiet it down. "Thanks, Britt."

"I'll talk to Artie. He'll make the guy realize he's in love with you."

"No!" Santana panicked.

"Artie's a really good talker. He talked Lord Tubbington into quitting smoking."

"I don't want Abrams to make fun of me." Santana lied.

"Artie wouldn't do that. He loves you. Just like I do." Brittany pulled on the Latina and made her lay in her arms again.

Santana laid back with a heavy heart. If only.