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I know, I know. It's been over a year and I have a kajillion pm's asking for an update to this story and I'm happy to finally deliver it to you. This took me less than three hours to write which is a miracle! I had the worst writer's block when it came to any Samcedes fanfiction because Glee almost killed my love for the couple but I'm happy to say that it has been restored and I present the next chapter to you! I promise to never, ever take this long to update again. I swear! Thank you for your sweet messages and encouragement on here and on Tumblr. It's much appreciated! :) Enjoy!

If the never-ending chorus of pots and pans being rattled and cupboards opening and closing hadn't shaken Mercedes out of her peaceful slumber, Monique's rendition of Halo would have. In the past, their family, not wanting the elder Jones sister to feel slighted even though everyone knew Mercedes had been gifted with a voice that could make angels testify to its glory, tried to be diplomatic. But those days were long over. Monique's attempt had robbed Mercedes of valuable sleep and after a disastrous vocal run, she decided it was time that Big Sis was told about herself.

Dragging her drowsy form from the guest room, she approached the kitchen where her sister was vigorously whipping up something as if her life depended on it. With an arched brow, she took a seat at the breakfast bar then asked, "What are you making?"

Monique rolled her eyes in annoyance at her inquisitive sibling. "Isn't it obvi? I'm making a damn cake." Setting the large silver bowl on the countertop, she added, "Grandmama's Soc-it-to-me cake, if you must know."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Mercedes inquired, lips curled in disapproval. "The last time you baked, the building had to be evacuated."

Monique's glare made Mercedes amend her statement. "Look, I'm just sayin'. Mrs. Howell still mean-mugs you and it's been three years. I'm looking out for you." She paused to adjust her silk scarf. "You're the one who has to put up with her crotchety ass. I'm just a guest."

"Damn right, you're just a guest so you need to shut the hell up and help me."

Mercedes looked her sister up and down then snorted. "Uh, no no. /You're/ the one who volunteered to have Thanksgiving at your place. Mama said she had it covered but, naw, you swooped in on some Olivia Pope shit and now you're stuck with a real conundrum, Gladiator. I am not your Huck." Eyeing the baggy t-shirt and boxers her sister was wearing, she giggled. "You might want to throw on a suit. I hear that's the key to getting through anything."

Monique pressed a finger to her forehead, silently asking God for strength before tearing into Baby Sis. "Looka here. I'mma need you to not bring up my lapse in judgment right now. The truth is your boyfriend and my boyfriend are out on the patio cooking their Cajun deep-fried turkey while you're in here giving me plot points to a show I haven't had time to watch yet. These mu'fuckas are /not/ going to show me up at my own goddamn dinner so I suggest you cut the lectures, put on a fucking apron and help me finish preparing this delicious ass meal or else." Mercedes stared blankly at the older woman, prompting her to add, "We good, Ms. Rhimes?"

Hopping off the stool, Mercedes muttered a solemn /yes/ before retrieving two cake pans from the pantry.

[…]

"Fuck yes!"

Sam looked over at his best friend, a grin tugging a corner of his mouth as the aroma of deep-fried bird wafted towards his nose.

"How's it lookin', Puck?"

Puck answered with an enthusiastic hip thrust, whooping victoriously as his closed fists met his groin. "Awww man, this is the shit right here! I told you, we got this. The hens are congregating in the coop while we out chere in the wild, in the bitter cold doing what us menfolk do: surviving!" He cocked his head towards the patio door, a gleam of mischief in his eye. "They're all in there warm and comfortable. Being comfortable makes you lazy, man. You take shit like seasoning for granted. I bet my baby ain't even brine her bird. Da fuck is Thanksgiving without brining? That's Bird 101." Shaking his head in disappointment, he sighed dreamily. "My pops instilled in me at an early age that brining is the secret to not only a delectable bird but to /life/."

Sam watched his friend descend into the abyss of crazy, with a tickled expression. On one hand, he got his confirmation that Puck was indeed doing the absolute most while also being strangely intrigued by the Bear Grylls-esque explanation of something as simple as deep-frying a damn turkey. His curiosity got the better of him so he encouraged the nonsense. "Hmm, really? How so?"

Puck didn't even catch that Sam was trying his damnedest not to laugh in his face, picking up right where he left off without missing a beat. "You see, a bird needs to be cared for from birth. It needs to be raised on the highest quality feed. It needs to be able to be wild and free. To run. See, the running is essential so the meat stays lean, right? That farm-raised shit, they spend their entire life in cages, getting fat, not moving and it leads to a lower quality of meat."

Pretending to cough while simultaneously stifling his laughter, Sam blurted out, "So, um, that's why you went with the organic one that cost three times as much as the Butterball."

"Exactly! Now you're getting it!" Puck gave Sam an enthusiastic slap on the back. "And like, just like organic birds, we need to be wild and free and to explore the world, you know?"

Sam cut his eyes at the mo-hawked idiot. "Before some asshole shoots us down in our prime for our meat?"

Puck stepped back, a hand pressed firmly to his chest. "I thought you understood, man."

"Dude, you should see your face right now! You are ridiculous!" Shaking his head, Sam chuckled for a beat, his thoughts eventually traveling to the petite lady on the other side of the door. "So you're saying that we need to be wild and free before responsibilities and shit weigh us down? Is that the lesson Daddy Puckerman taught you?"

"Naw, not really. Well, kind of." With a shrug, Puck glanced into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the dimpled grin that could instantly bring him to his knees. "I think what I'm trying to say is you're supposed to find the person who you can be wild and free with so when responsibilities and shit come, it ain't that big of a deal."

Sam pulled the beanie down over his forehead with a nod. "True. Looks like we solved that problem, though."

Puck smirked an affirmative.

"Who woulda thunk we'd end up with sisters?"

"Two fine ass sistas," Puck quipped.

Sam shook his head, snorting at Puck's remark. "You're dumb as hell but I guess it makes sense being that we're brothers."

"Exactly. It was destiny." He made a fist then bumped Sam's, mimicking an explosion upon impact. "I think we're good for an hour or so. Wanna go check on the ladies?"

Sam chuckled then walked towards the door. "More like distract them."

Puck followed him, remarking, "We're on the same page as always."

[..]

"You know I don't get nervous."

Mercedes stared at the two party dresses she brought with her, trying to decide which one she wanted to wear.

"I know you don't but this is different. Tonight is a big deal and that's why you're calling me instead of meeting T's parents."

"They're going to hate me because I'm not a boy."

Mercedes reached out to run her hand across the purple satin bodice of one contender.

"No, they're going to love you because you're T's girlfriend and you're /you/. And even if they don't, it's not going to change anything because you love T and T loves you. Their acceptance is just a bonus."

"Well, that's easy for you to say because you're straight."

"Tana, I'm not going to play the who has it tougher game with you. It's not all honky dory for us because we're straight. People still have a problem with me being black or him being white or me being a big girl or him being athletic but guess what? It's /their/ problem. Don't internalize that bullshit."

Santana pouted, leaning back in her seat as she let Mercedes words sink in.

With a heavy sigh, she replied, "I know you're right but I care what they think of me…us. She keeps talking about how close her family is and you know I didn't really have that growing up. It was just mi abuela and you and your folks. I want it so bad but I don't know if they'll accept me. Is it bad to feel this way?"

Glancing at the jewel blue alternate, Mercedes shook her head. "No, that's natural. It shows how much you really care about Tina. This isn't a one-time thing. You're going to be hanging out with her family frequently so it's natural for you to feel nervous about meeting them. Sam's /still/ nervous about having dinner with my folks and they've hung out several times before. Thing is, you can't crack under the pressure, entiendes?"

"Sé. Oh shit, here she comes."

"Here who comes?"

"Tina! What do I do?"

Mercedes gave her phone a look. "Where are you right now?"

"In my car!"

"You're still in the driveway?" She doubles over in laughter. "I cannot with you, Ms. Lopez."

"It's not funny!" Santana rolled down her window with an apologetic look as Tina approached the car. "Lo siento, cariño. I was on my way in."

Tina chuckles lightly, a soft smile playing on her cherry lips. "I'm sure you were." Grabbing the phone out of her girlfriend's hand, she greeted, "Hey, 'Cedes!"

As she tugged down the hem of the purple dress, she replied, "Hey T! You came to get your girl, huh?"

"I sure did. No more stalling! How's Chicago?"

"Oh, it's great so far and I'm hoping it stays that way." Twirling around, she checked her reflection in the full-length mirror, nodding appreciatively at the fit. "It's going to be a hot damn mess with Puck, Nique, Sam and my parents. Hopefully, there'll be no casualties. How's ya girl holdin' up?"

"Still trying to get her out of the car." Tina leaned through the window, resting her cleavage on its edge, catching Santana's attention. "Might have to use my special powers."

"Hey now. Well, I'mma let y'all go so you can work your magic, girl. Good luck and good night!"

"Ha, bye 'Cedes!" Tina hung up then tossed Santana's phone somewhere in the backseat. Leaning forward slightly, she pursed her lips then tilted her head as she asked, "Now what is it going to take to get you out of this car, baby?"

Santana sprung into action, licking the exposed skin between her breasts. Pulling back with a sated grin, she teased, "A lot more of that."

"That can definitely be arranged but only if you make that move." Stepping back, Tina opened the car, extending her hand. "Come on."

"Alright." Santana climbed out with Tina's assistance and together they walked hand-in-hand towards the Chang's abode.

[…]

"So, I'm sposed to sit here and pretend like I don't wanna fuck you for three whole hours?"

Monique giggled into the side of Puck's neck before gracing a soft kiss on his cheek. "More like five."

Puck ran a hand through her softly curled tresses while the other inched down her thigh. "You're killing me, Nik."

She clung to him, whispering, "This morning and afternoon wasn't enough for you?"

Grabbing her hips, he lifted her then sat her right on top of his burgeoning erection. "What do you think?"

Peeking at the clock in the dining room, she sighed. "Think you can get rid of that in five minutes?"

Licking his lips, he replied, "I can damn sure try. Hold on tight, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he hopped up, sprinting past Sam and Mercedes on the way to Monique's bedroom.

Sam shook his head, cutting his eyes at the door that was abruptly shut in their faces. "This is some bullshit. Now we gotta set up everything and greet your parents while he sweats out her weave. I did not sign up for this."

Mercedes cackled as she patted him on the shoulder. "But didn't you just treat yourself to some honey a few minutes ago?"

"But I was quick about mine and you only had to touch up your bangs because I'm considerate as fuck."

"You sure are, baby." She stood on her tiptoes to peck his lips with her own. "And I appreciate it."

Sam peered down into her big, sable eyes, voice considerably deeper as he asked, "Is that all you appreciate?"

Mercedes tilted her head slightly, grinning at how the conversation found its way back to their favorite activity. "Not at all- ooh!" She gasped when he cupped her ass in his palms, pressing her body closer to his. "Sam…"

"Yeah?"

"We can't."

He grinned, amused that she was trying to fight it. "You sure about that? I can smell you from up here."

Her jaw dropped and she shook her head. "I need to go freshen up."

"I'll help you out."

She pulled away from his grasp, backing away as she said, "It'll only take a minute."

"That's my line."

"Samuel…"

"Hmm… a little louder and we'll be getting somewhere."

That made her laugh and she shook her head, muttering, "What am I going to do with you?"

He narrowed his eyes while lifting the hem of her dress. "You're going to let me lick you clean."

Mercedes felt a fresh pool of cream soaking through her panties. Without another word, she grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the guest room.

[...]

Mr. Jones pressed the doorbell for a third time, annoyed that no one had bothered to come to the door. He called to confirm that they were to arrive at three o'clock and it was five minutes past. Shooting a pointed look at his wife, he remarked, "They told us to be over here at 3:00. We've never had Thanksgiving dinner this late and they're still not ready for us?"

Diane Jones chuckled at her husband's impatience. "Now, Reggie, these girls invited us over to dinner. I for one am thankful because I don't have to cook. It's only a few minutes."

Reggie shook his head, still perturbed. "It's a goddamn disgrace is what it is! I'm hungry and we have to sit through pleasantries. I don't care about the weather. I want a goddamn turkey leg! Somebody needs to answer this damn door now!"

Just then the door swung open to reveal a slightly out-of-breath Monique. "Hey Mom, hey Daddy!"

Reggie and Diane exchanged a knowing glance before greeting their eldest.

"Nice of you to open the door, Mo."

"Reg- ignore him, pumpkin." Diane pulled her daughter into a hug. "Hey baby."

Monique returned the hug, rocking her mother from side to side. "Hey! Glad you two made it." Stepping back slightly, she waved them inside. "Come on in and take a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"

Reggie grunted as he made his way into the living room. "Naw but you can fix me a plate. Double dressing and there better be brown gravy."

Diane promptly slapped her husband upside the head. "Nik, excuse your father. He hasn't had anything to eat since this morning so he's temporarily lost his damn mind and his manners." Taking a seat in one of the armchairs, she requested, "We'll have some sweet tea, baby. Thank you."

Trying to hold in her laugh, she nodded while snickering. "Coming right up."

Reggie began to grumble again about food but when Diane arched a brow, he promptly shut up. Since he wouldn't be eating anytime soon he decided to pass the time by asking, "Where's Baby Girl?"

Mercedes' voice carried from the hallway. "Right here, Daddy!" Before she entered the room, Monique motioned for her to smooth down her hair. She paused to do just that then walked into the living room, followed closely by Sam then Puck. The trio greeted the Joneses who eyed each couple suspiciously. Sam glanced at Mercedes, his palms growing sweaty the longer the silence stretched. Puck had plastered the goofiest grin on his face and he was failing to maintain his confident demeanor. Monique and Mercedes' expressions were full of guilt and it was obvious what they all had been up to before their parents' arrival.

Finally, Reggie's booming voice broke the silence.

"I think it's time to eat. I'm starving and I'm sure all of you have worked up quite an appetite this afternoon." He let his comment linger for an uncomfortable moment. "Preparing for our arrival and what have you."

Sam tucked in his lips while Mercedes played with the ends of her hair. Puck snorted while Monique rolled her eyes.

They all followed Mr. and Mrs. Jones into the dining room, where the food was set up buffet style. As they waited for the parents to make their plates, they approached the buffet, whispering amongst themselves.

"You just had to get your way and now Daddy knows what we've been doing!" Mercedes angrily whispered to Sam who just laughed.

"He knew well before now," he quipped. "The first time I met him, he asked if I was being careful with you." Seeing that Mercedes was scandalized, he added, "That secret's been out, babe."

Puck leaned closer to Monique. "So, it's a good thing I've known your family for years, huh?"

Monique shrugged, tickled by his newfound confidence. "I wouldn't put too much stock in that. You're still a guy who's sleeping with me. You don't get a pass for being familiar." After his face fell, she patted his shoulder apologetically. "That's cute that you thought that, though."

Puck stared at her blankly for a moment before he finally woke up and sprung into action, quickly making a plate before joining everyone at the table.

Reggie eyed the two couples wryly, snickering to himself at how uncomfortable they looked. He especially delighted by the boys' discomfort and when they finally arrived at the table, he decided to make them squirm even more. It served them right for making them wait five more minutes than they needed to.

Clearing his throat, Reggie smiled warmly when the quartet sat down. Turning to Puck, he asked, "Brother Noah, would you mind saying grace?" He kept his expression even as he bowed his head. Diane shook her head then followed suit while three sets of eyes glared at Puck.

What do I do?, he mouthed and Sam teared up, shoulders shaking as he struggled to keep his laughter in. Monique looked at him like he was a complete idiot while Mercedes glared at the ceiling, praying silently to God that this wouldn't be a total disaster.

So, as you can see I've progressed the story just a tad. Were you happy with Ponique's and SanTina's development? Will Sam ever be shit? Will Puck or Tina for that matter? Did you like Daddy Jones' style? Let me know what you thought by reviewing. Until next update!