LEARNING FRENCH
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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AN: Sorry hate to do this but I rewatched the New York Episode and realized that the Crew needed to leave on Friday, so please pretend I've been saying Friday in the last few chapters not Saturday. Thanks. Please Enjoy and Review.

Chapter14
Mercedes Point of View

By the time French class was over, Santana and I were still lunching on what had transpired already that day. For the first time since Prom, Azimio kept all his comments to himself. I've been ignoring him for weeks. But apparently today, he was smart enough that he wasn't risking me transferring my anger at Rachel onto him. After all I didn't him for anything. Word had spread quickly about the Berry confrontation act one. I say act one because say what you want about Rachel, the girl does not give up. She took the Survivor motto to heart more than any other person on the planet. But I am prepared. I haven't returned my earrings to my ears, nor my hair to its admittedly fierce style from the morning. Santana and I both seem to be anticipating more drama in glee; she hasn't rectified her appearance either.

Sam and Puck met me outside of class as soon as the bell rang. "What the hell is going on today? I mean don't get me wrong, I knew we'd get blow back not only are we three people in one relationship, but technically we are all kinds of interracial, and there is the same sex factor. And we all know that people have no clue what's going on there. But I have gotten more shit today about us than I have since we started going out." Puck groused. He glared at a few hockey players who were staring at us. I need some serious us time. We should take the kiddles to the park today."

Sam gave us both a huge smile. "Hell yeah; if we hang out until five thirty, and you or Mercy will drop me off at work. I can so get behind that. Besides I want to feel Baby's new haircut." He teased pulling me in for a hot kiss. As soon as he released me puck pulled me into his arms and he and I shared a kiss.

"One of these days they're just gonna do it right here in the hall." I hear a passing kid say.

"Think we should tickets if we do?" Puck asks the bold guy. Dude scurried off with the quickness. "See what I mean?"

"I just ignore them they have no bearing at all on us or our relationship." Sam said wisely. "The only people whose opinions I can bring myself to give a damn about seem to be ok with everything. I mean I fully expected your Dad to kill us both Tuesday, Mercy."

Puck laughed. "Yeah, especially after you told him that we were fully planning to be the fathers of some of his grandchildren." I'm sure the shock was clearly showing on my face. "Oh yeah Mama. We're in this for the long damn haul. You thought you would get rid of us after McKinley." He said grabbing me into a hug. "But we ain't going anywhere. If you try to leave us…we will so completely be pulling a Jewfro and stalking your sexy ass."

"I swear you two are just too cute." I say, hoping to move on. I reach up and pinch their cheeks, and turn to rush through the crowd to the music room. Of course, my little legs, and rather limited popularity hampered any decent escape. Sam and Puck caught up with me in no time. They spun me around and slipped me between two of the locker banks. They leaned against the lockers on either side of me. The way they were crowding me and looming over me was way too hot for words, and it really didn't help that they had their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders ensuring our privacy.

"You know," Sam began, "I don't think Puck and my plan is working. We decided that we would do this in stages. You know make you comfortable with the fact that you are completely desirable. Then ease you into the knowledge that you are totally sexy and more lovable than any three other women, ever. "

"You had a plan?" I asked. For a moment…I had to think about this. Should I be pissed that they were obviously talking about me behind my back, or should I be happy that they tried to think this out apparently with the motive of making me fall in love with them.

"Oh we had a plan we came up with it while we were letting the fact that we both wanted to date you the Sunday after Prom." Puck said proudly. "It was simple…but still a good plan. Unfortunately, I'm getting the feeling that you are nowhere near as far along as we thought you were going to be at this point. I mean I had figured that we'd be well past desirable and sexy and at least half way to loveable and loved by now."

"Puck isn't the world's most patient soul." Sam laughed. "But I do want you to know so you can start getting yourself used to the idea; we don't just care about you. We don't just love you. We are in love with you. Your parents are like mine they found their one in five billion early, and have worked to make sure they've never lost them."

"Yeah…no pressure there." I mumbled. That's the biggest part of the reason I hated having no social life before. My older brothers they are both still with their high school sweethearts. "My whole family met their soulmates in high school or even middle school. And I couldn't even get a guy to notice me." I grumbled.

Puck groaned and hit the locker next to him. "Your soul was just too big for just one mate. So you had to wait 'til Sam was here too." He answered. "This has to be one of those kismet things. What would have happened, if we'd stayed together when we dated? We'd have missed out on a huge part of us."

Sam and I couldn't help but smile. "I'll work on believing that the two of you could love someone like me. But just bear with me, I've got a lot of brainwashing to undo. I'm confident in how I look. I know deep inside that I'm beautiful. But you can see how it's gotten deeper and deeper when I hear over and over again that I'm ugly and fat and worthless."

"And the stupid muthafuckers who have said that have either gotten their heads out their asses like Tana and Quinn, or they are still so devoid of self-worth that they are just trying to pull you down to the dregs with them like Rachel. Then you have the people like Adams; who calls you fat but watches your every move." Puck said staunchly. "Or like I used to be, so fucking twisted up in you that I would but Kurt in a dumpster just because he blocked me from being able to look at you like I wanted. The rest of them, not to be funny are probably so miserable here that they aren't paying attention to you at all except to watch your tits shake when you laugh or your booty bounce when you walk."

The bell rang and we looked at each other aghast. We ran the whole way to the music room. When we got there, part of me wished we'd stayed there discussing our feelings. "Mr. Schuester, you have to see that Mercedes is not lead material. Look what she did to me." The dark haired diva bounces back quick I'll give her that. I have to admit I'd figured she would find a way to use that red handprint still visible on her face to her advantage.

"Yes, Rachel. And I'm sure that Mercedes, probably , feels very badly about letting her temper get the better of her. But I happen to know that she was provoked." He said calmly. Yeah I was provoked…and I don't regret a damn thing. She's just lucky it was an open hand.

"What provocation could possibly explain this level of violence against my person?" Rachel demanded indignantly.

"Rachel, you basically called another teenage girl. A girl, who I might add has been maltreated by her peers for years because of her size…you said she was as wide as an entire stage. You should be counting your blessings. If Nationals weren't this weekend, I'm sure the amount of violence visited upon you would have been much more profound." Ms. Pillsbury answered. "And the only two teachers in the room at the time would not have reached her in time to stop Mercedes before she 'took you to the carpet' or linoleum as the case may be."

"Oh please. It was Coach Sylvester and Coach Bieste. Sylvester would have rooted 'Aretha' on, and Bieste would have identified with Wheezy enough not to stop her right away." Santana laughed.

They both had very valid points. Puck, Sam and I moved into the room and made our way to our seats. "Actually Ms. Pillsbury, if she had known that the crack at my woman's size was the least of the provocation, I doubt Coach Bieste would have been moved to interfere at all." Sam's voice was hard and his glare, fixed on Rachel, was even harder. He was angry enough that his accent was far stronger than usual. "Apparently Berry's first plan to make sure that she had the lead at Nationals was to attempt to cause a fracture in between Mercedes and I and Puck."

Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury looked at Rachel, their expressions filled with shock and horror. "Really Rachel, what on earth makes you think that was in any way appropriate?" Mr. Schue chided. "Ms. Pillsbury, would you happen to have some time available to speak with Rachel on Tuesday? If we make it to the finals, we will not be home until Monday evening. "

"When, not if, Will." Ms. Pillsbury said confidently. "I will be happy to clear some time to meet with you on Tuesday Rachel, perhaps during your lunch break. Before you managed to get yourself killed. I'll go now and let you all get to work. I just wanted to wish you all the best of luck. Not that you will need it. Your songs are great and Mercedes and Puck sound amazing together. I just know that you guys will be absolutely wonderful." She said taking her leave.

"Alright guys lets settle down." In a show of camaraderie, as soon as Puck, Sam and I took our seats, everyone had had encamped around us. "We have our set list. River Deep, led by Mercedes Jones and Santana Lopez and Loser Like Me, led by Mercedes and Noah Puckerman will be our two primary numbers for the primary group/choir competition. If Nobody Believes in You has been rearranged and readied should we need an alternate, with Puck and Sam taking the lead on that one. For our primary solo, Mercedes will be singing Garth Brooks/Adele/Bob Dylan's To Make You Feel My Love. The alternate for that is still Mercedes singing John Legend's Wake Up Everybody. Now I would like to suggest one addition. It would mean rearranging the song tonight or on the plane tomorrow and we'd need to spend time on concentrated practicing once we reached New York. But if we work hard, you will all be free by Friday evening. Though I would remind you all that we will need to be at the competition by nine Saturday morning."

"What's the addition?" I queried. 'If it was a song for Rachel I will barf all over his sweater vest.' I thought to myself.

"I would like to prepare a male solo. They have it listed as a separate category this year. I know we hadn't planned on trying for it," he started to rub his shoulder almost like someone had literally twisted his arm. "But it has been pressed upon me, quite forcibly, that was a gross waste of talent."

"Mr. Schue I don't want to do a solo at Nationals. I think I'd pee myself." Finn said fearfully.

"God, arrogant much, Finnocence? You dated the hobbit too damn long." Santana chided with a chuckle.

"Actually Finn I was going to suggest we rearrange If I die Young by the Band Perry for Kurt with Tina and Quinn for accompaniment." Mr. Schue said; he blushed a bit. I guess he could understand why Finn would have assumed.

"Oh My GaGa." Kurt shouted. He fairly bounced in his seat. "I'll do it. I don't even care it is a country song. For a chance to actually solo at Nationals, I'd sin A Boy Named Sue." He said excitedly. "Tina, Quinn?" he asked excitedly.

"Of course." Both girls assured him.

"If you two are packed, we can work on it after school." Tina suggested.

"I actually need to finish packing but if we finish but for the night by around eight or so, I'll still have time." Quinn stated in her calm, yet excited voice.

"I don't understand. If the addition is only pertainent to three people, why do the rest of us have to miss out on seeing the sights of New York?" Rachel piped up.

"Because we're a group a team. Have you ever even heard the word teamwork? What about solidarity? God, were you dropped on your head as a child?" Quinn snapped.

"Ladies!" Mr. Schue stepped forward before it could go any further. "However, Rachel, Quinn does have a valid point. We will need to work together to make sure that this number is the best that it can possibly be. Now we are meeting here at the school tomorrow morning by five. Not a minute later. We have to be in Dayton, at the airport by 6:30. Our flight leaves at eight and arrives in New York at 10:30. That should leave us time to practice and polish the new number and free you guys to explore some and have dinner starting around 5:30-6. However I will be instituting a 10:30 PM curfew for competition evenings. Sunday evening you can have some fun…legal for your age fun please. We have a group luncheon with representatives of some of the Nation's premiere performing arts schools on Monday, but only the top three choirs are invited. It's at the Russian Tea Room. Now I don't know about the rest of you…But I would love to have a meal at the Russian Tea Room, a free meal at that." He ended with a smile.

"Hells yeah!" Santana Shouted. "I wants to get my grub on in one of the world's most famous restaurants. I'm gonna gets my culture on."

Kurt's voice broke through the laughter she caused in the rest of us. "Mr. Schue…you do realize that that means that if we win or at least place in the top three, Sunday evening after the finals, many of us may well need to go shopping." He said happily. "I mean very few of us have anything suitable for the Russian Tea Room."

Next to me Sam groaned, and dropped his head to my shoulder. "Crap." He muttered.

Puck and I turned to him. The action of turning, made his head fall from my shoulder to the, admitted large, swell of my breasts. He, of course, used that as an opportunity to nuzzle them. "We got you, Boo. Don't even sweat it. You can borrow your dad's suit again, and well just get you a sweet looking tie." I told him dropping a kiss on his head.

"Yeah…and later, you can recreate that scene from Pretty Woman." Puck teased. "Except we can kiss you."

"Are you calling me Julia Roberts?" Sam asked mock offended.

Lauren, seated directly behind us, began to laugh. "Oh hell yeah. Evans, you are so Julia Roberts, especially around the mouth." She teased. "Hey, relax; at least you don't have to deal with the bullshit we will. Halfway decent suit, white shirt, good tie; boom you're golden. I will have to be in the clothes capital of the freaking world to find something nice enough that will fit me. Maybe I'll just recycle that navy number I rocked at prom."

Thankfully that thought made her turn to Kurt to assess the feasibility of her plan. However just as we got Sam calm and relatively comfortable Rachel had to put in her two damn cents. "Mr. Schuester, perhaps we it would behoove us to take up a collection. That way Sam won't feel the need to whore himself out to Mercedes." She said snidely.

The entire room went silent. "Hell to the No!" rang through the room. And amazingly enough it wasn't me who said it. Kurt was currently being physically restrained by Mike and Finn. Brittany was literally sitting on Santana. Tina and Quinn were holding each other back. It seemed that they each wanted to be the one to get their hands on her. "Rachel." Mr. Schue continued, his voice actually vibrating with rage and disappointment. "That was not only grossly inappropriate; it was rude, malicious and cruel."

"Not to mention patently untrue." Sam said; he wasn't angry he was straight up pissed. "I swear to God Berry. I have never hit a woman in my life but you are about to make me choke a bitch." Rachel looked aghast. "Yeah I called you a bitch. I refuse to insult Stacey or Sarah by calling you a girl. Now you need to get over whatever the hell is going on in your little head, and stop bagging on Mercy."

"You know what, Rachel, you can just keep my name out of your mouth all together. You need to forget that you can even speak our names. From now on you should only refer to us as he/she or they who shall not be named. Because let me tell you something. As soon as Nationals are over…you best to believe that I'm gonna make you wish you were dealing with somebody as nice a Voldemort." I growled.

"Okay. One, You three were freaking made for each other together you are like the perfect nerd bomb. Fantasy," Santana said pointing to me, "sci-fi," she said pointing to Sam, "and video games," she said pointing to Puck. "Probably get all freaky deaky like nerds in the dark too." She chuckled. "And two, Jealousy is a Bitch isn't it, Rachel. You've always been jealous of Mercedes, because she can sing half of everything, and if it isn't a show tune, your ass can't sing worth a shit." The look she gave Rachel made even my blood turn cold. "You know back in the day, it was you, Mercedes and Kurt against us…but now you're all by yourself in the dark. You've made sure that you spend your senior year alone and friendless. Wheezy and Lady Face, they're Cheerios now and once we win Nationals with half the choir as Cheerios and the other half are Titans. You're gonna be the only outcast there is. Because let's be honest. If Queen Quinn keeps things up she may be back in the fold. But you…you just keep pushing every one further and further away. Why? Because, you are a spoiled, petty, selfish, trifling, annoying, pitiful excuse for a human being. And coming from me, of all people, that should tell you how truly fucked in the cabeza you really are."

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