Grandissons Together
AnniKay
Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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AN: This is the third story in the Learning French Universe. The New Directions begin their senior year.
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Chapter 13
Santana Point of View
There were kids from most of the high schools on this side of Lima, as well as others from the neighboring towns around us, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to hear Finessa squeak the Hobbit's name, but I was. I was surprised and I was pissed. Out of all the Kaplan courses in all the world, why did she have to walk into ours. Crazy heifer probably chose this specific one on purpose…just because she knew it was the closest to school. Why can't she just do the world a favor and crawl under a rock, and die? Turning around I took her in. She's gone with some really unsubtle blond highlights and some better done honey blonde low lights. "I knew I felt a disturbance in the fucking force." I hissed. Then I threw a dark look at Artie for the fact that I even knew what the hell the force was. He has an interesting way for forcing his nerd knowledge on me. He does it subliminally. When Brittany and I are over at his house, he'll lead us into the Artie cave with its surround sound system. He'll tell his parents that he's educating us on the wonders of Star Wars or whatever. When what we're really doing would be readily apparent without the loud battles to drown the sounds of our love making, I mean, our fucking. Shit, I'm starting to sound like Artie.
"Chill my sexy Sith Queen…" he laughed cheekily. He threw a quick glance and gave me a wry smile. "I wonder if she is consciously trying to turn into a Quinn clone." He muttered. Then he focused back on me. "We're here for a reason that is far more important than Berry bashing." I started to point out that bashing Berry's uptight ass was not only important but also fun, when he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. "I said it was more important, I never said it was more fun, Querida. You can have your fun another time."
Before I could say anything back to that, the instructor showed up and introduced herself. She was alright looking. With gorgeous skin and amazing curls…but just a decent face. "Good evening, I am Mariah Parker. I will be your instructor for the first half of the evening. We will spend forty minutes each class discussing methods, tools and strategies to help you on the verbal and essay portions of the test. You will then have a ten minute break after which you'll meet with my colleague, Maxwell Santos. He will work with you to learn things that will assist you on the math portion of the exam. We are not here to teach you the test; we instead will simply teach you how to take the test."
From there it was time to take notes. And by notes I mean I filled half my note book with her pearls of wisdom. Some of it was common sense, but most of it made real sense. By the time he called for our break I needed it in the worse damn way. I stood and stretched. I stretched so long and so hard that I didn't realize that Artie had rolled around the corner of the table until I felt his lips pressed against the sliver of skin revealed by the rising of my shirt.
"Ummm…such soft lips." I murmured. "I wants me some." I leaned down and kissed Artie deeply, almost drugging myself with the very taste of him.
"I am unsurprised to see that you've moved into yet another relationship, Santana. Though, I will admit that I'm shocked that you've chosen Artie as your next victim. Though, I suppose he is the only person left that you needed to coerce into a relationship before you've officially slept with the entire school. I thought you and Brittany were so 'in love'. Funny how quickly your 'love' fades." Rachel's annoying tones crashed over us…completely wrecking an otherwise great kiss.
Artie quickly pressed two fingers over my lips and looked around me at Rachel. He gave her a look that clearly said he wished she would wither up and die. "Rachel, go away. Go and spew your crazy somewhere else. Santana's too good to even bother giving you the attention you crave. You've probably already tried to approach Cede…but we all know that Sam and Puck aren't letting you near her. I'm sure that you tried to bother Finn and found that Lauren wasn't the one to mess with. So you decided to come step to Santana…because apparently you forgot that she still wants to hit the shit out of you a few dozen more times. It would be such a shame if she fucked up your new nose like she did the old one. So get to stepping." He said calmly as though he were telling her the time, before capturing my lips again.
I heard her walk away with a loud humph, as Brittany approached from where she had been discussing something with Mike. "Hi Rachel. Did you know that Ms. Cochran came to teach us now? Now that Mr. Schuester is singing and dancing with the Broadway dolphins. She is amazing. It's weird because I liked Mr. Schue…but I like Ms. Cochran so much more. She's working with all of us, not just Mercedes-even though Mercedes has 'the most beautiful and versatile voice' Ms. Cochran has ever heard." You could almost hear the quotation marks in that sentence. "We held auditions today and we found seven new voices. One girl will, with a little work, be as good as Sunshine…but nobody sent her to a crackhouse."
"Shelby…Shelby said that Mercedes has the most beautiful and versatile voice she's ever heard?" Rachel chocked out.
I turned and sat on Artie's lap. "Yup," I said letting the p pop a bit just to twist the knife. "Shelby, also, says that if I apply myself, I can be as big as Amy Winehouse at the height of her career. God rest her soul. See Shelby is a professional. She works with all the talents in her class, not just the ones sucking her dick, like Schuester."
Rachel looked appropriately aghast. "I'm not a whore like you, Santana; I would never use my body as currency. I simply possess a far greater talent you."
"Oh really." Mike said joining the conversation. He didn't have as many problems with Rachel, simply because he didn't really consider himself as a 'singer'. But he was more than tired of the way she felt the need to denigrate everyone around her. "So if your teacher handed you a sheet of music, gave you five minutes to prep it…could you perform it so well that the entire room stood and applauded."
"Of course no-…no," Rachel gasped. "I'm sure that I could. But really what kind of 'supposed' educator would do such a thing. As a vocalist I would need time to prepare my voice and listen to the song. I'd need time to practice the performance to see the best way to adapt it to my particular vocal range and stylings. Each performance takes hours of preparation."
"That's funny. Because Shelby feels that hearing a song that hasn't been prepped and practiced to death is the best way to gage true vocal talent." Artie pointed out. "Both in class and in auditions, she asks for unprepped pieces. She also says that a warm up of fifteen to twenty minutes should be sufficient."
"That's ridiculous." Rachel scoffed. "It would seem that my birth mother teaches laziness and sloth. It is amazing that she managed to lead Vocal Adrenaline to so many championships."
"Actually," Kurt drawled. "She's teaching us to be prepared for anything. I've read that directors often ask to hear pieces form the production before they close out the audition. If you don't disappoint them and get cut in the first eight bars. Now, its not really a problem to sing a production number if the play is a revival or a recasting of something long running and well known. In that situation, then yes you've probably been able to rehearse the songs from it as well…but what if you are auditioning for the first run of a new musical? Are you going to refuse to do as they ask? That will get you black balled quickly…don't you think?"
"I'm sure that is only for those without a voice like my own. I have the ability to completely dazzle and enthrall within moments." Rachel returned arrogantly.
"Hey, Berry. Did I ever tell you…I kept my promise." I asked with a smirk as I casually examined my nails. "Yeah, each and every Broadway trade paper, a full page ad in the New York Times and a detailed letter to Babs. You know she really is an amazingly kind and gracious woman. She was even nice enough to write me back a very nice and encouraging reply." I told the stunned troll with a laugh. I leaned down and pulled a copy of the letter from my back pack. "I always carry a copy with me, just in case I run into you while out and about. I started to send it to you in the mail…but I really wanted to see your face as you heard it."
"Dear Ms. Lopez,
I hope that this letter finds you in good health. I must tell you that while I cannot condone your actions in attempting to avenge yourself and your friend against Ms. Berry's behavior, I must applaud the keeping of your promise. It is very important to have a strong sense of personal honor. I take it that the ads in the NY Times and the trades were a part of this promise as well.
Having said that, allow me to assure you that people like Ms. Berry tend not to do well in life. If they find success in their professions, their personal lives are usually a tangled mess. It is rare to find love when you obviously do not love yourself. You see Ms. Lopez, while she behaves as though she is confident to the point of arrogance, her actions would tell us that Ms. Berry very much loathes herself. Only after she repents and apologizes to those she's hurt in her quest to achieve her idea of success will she be able to even begin to like herself, let alone love herself. Until she learns to love herself, she will never find any true measure of happiness.
My advice to you and your friends is to rid yourselves of this toxic presence in your lives. I'm sure that many would tell you to attempt to help her change, but you must learn; while you can wish and pray and hope and dream change or good thing for others, you cannot change anyone but yourself. By interacting with her you only allow her the opportunity to taint your life with her vitriol, and give her more chances to pull you into the much and mire with her. Do not let her force you to her level. I do not believe that Ms. Berry will find Broadway's directors and producers to be as gullible as she hopes. No one wants to work with someone who is incapable of acting in the best interest not of themselves, bit in the best interest of the production.
I wish you well in your endeavors, Ms. Lopez. I have spoken to a few friends who attended the National Show Choir championships last month; your choir is still on the lips of many. I believe that your talent will see you far. Keep your strict adherence to your personal honor, and be prepared to work hard.
Very Sincerely,
Barbra J. Streisand"
I finished with a small flourish and passed her the paper. "You can keep that, it's your copy. Now I've removed the letter head from the copy, since I'm sure that she wouldn't want someone as toxic as you to have her mailing address." I passed her the copy.
"You…you…" Rachel stammered. "You…you bitch." She almost shouted before she stormed off.
"Damn that felt good." I laughed.
"We've gotta get us some alone time." Artie said quietly. "You've got no idea how hot you are when you're being evil!"
"I thought you and Britts were supposed to be a good influence on me." I taunted.
"Naw, we much prefer to let you corrupt us." Brittany laughed pressing kisses to Artie and me in turn.
Unfortunately I let Berry suck up my break time so after that it was back to paying attention to the instructor. Good Skin had been replaced by a semi cute Latino dude with a body almost as good as Trouty from what I could see of it. Yeah there went the rest of my note book. I have gots to hit Sprawl Mart before the next of these classes. Monday through Wednesday for six weeks…eighteen damn notebooks. I bets to get a damn near perfect score on this bitch.
Sam Point of View
Dyslexia is hell. Thank the Lord that my parents gave me this digital recorder and made arrangements for me to tape this thing. Before we left for the evening, Mariah gave me a packet of some special techniques that work for people like me, and the best thing is that they can be used in my regular course work as well. We'd ridden over in Mercy's Tahoe, leaving Tessa with Puck's truck so she could take the kids home. This had been one hellaciously long day. I mean, school wasn't so bad. And damn the way Mercy sounded when she was singing that song with Artie, oh hell…it was so damn good. But football practice is hard enough when you're trying to do all that running and training and stuff when you've not been hard as a damn rock for an hour before hand and stayed that damn way for the entirety of practice.
We got home around eight. We managed to eat a good dinner while catching up on the kiddies' day. then we cornered Ms. Dani and sang to her belly. She wasn't even showing yet, but according to her and Mercy, it is never too early to start to foster a love of good music. Mercedes sang alone at first, choosing to sing an older Temptations song Puck and I eventually joined in providing background. But then Puck had to sing something that was fit for a little badass. So he started Aerosmith's Crazy. Not to be outdone, I sang the baby a really old Johnny Cash song, just to make sure that the kid would be well rounded.
By the time we finally finished serenading Ms. Dani and the baby, my control wasn't slipping…it was gone. I got us the stairs and into Mercy's room only by the grace of God. Cause the second I had that door closed and locked, I sprang on our girl like a cheetah on a gazelle. "I need you two to get naked." I growled even as I was gently unzipping and taking off her Cheerio uniform.
Mercedes must have seen the desperation rising in my face. "Sam…we have school tomorrow." She chided.
"We'll make it." I told her confidently. I managed to get her completely out of her uniform and bra, then I knelt down and helped her out of her sneakers and socks as well. Looking up I had a dirty thought. "But what I'm gonna need you to do is, tomorrow, I want you to wear those crotchless panties Bubbie Ruth gave Puck for you." I told her as I carefully folded and her uniform and placed it on her desk. "I don't know how the hell she managed to find them, but they look just like your cheerio bloomers. Just missing a little something."
"Sam…" Mercy's warning tone changed to a moan as I lowered my head to capture one of her already hardening nipples in my lips. "Oh God…We can't…" she panted.
"Oh Baby, we can, and we will." I said my voice full of both command and promise.
"Sam…you've gone all hormonal on us, haven't you? Puck groaned as he quickly shed his clothes as well.
"Yeah." I answered with a wide grin. "Umhmmumm I cannot get enough of our sexy lady, Puck." I groaned and pressed my cock against the soft flesh of her bare belly. He moaned in agreement as I swept Mercedes up into my arms. I carried her to the bed and laid her gently down following her decent with my own, my clothing being tossed hither and yon in my frantic desire to be as close to her as I could. I tossed Baby's actual panties over my shoulder as I settled between her spread legs. With a delighted noise of pure joy, I fused my mouth to her wet, sweet pleasure center.
I heard rustling behind me as Puck got rid of the last few articles of his clothing. He joined us on the bed before I could turn and demand his attendance. I felt something hit the bed next to my arm and smiled when I realized that he'd grabbed a strip of condoms from the nightstand drawer on the way over. He lay down on the bed next to Mercy. Her cries of passion were muffled by Puck's kisses. Only to resume even louder as he licked, nibbled, and suckled his way from the lush, warm, wetness of her mouth down to the sensitive, already passion hardened tips of her big, sexy tits.
"Oh my God!" Mercy screamed as she quaked and came. I grabbed a condom and was sheathed in her the pitching and rolling heat of her before the clenching and releasing walls of her tight little pussy stopped fluttering. Her entire body seized as she was rocked with another orgasm.
"Fuck, Babygirl, you are so fucking hot when you cum for us." Puck breathed, then he moaned in pleasure as I reached over and grabbed his cock.
"Get up by her head." I commanded. I felt Puck grow even hotter, and harder in my hand as he moved to comply only to have to wait as I gently, but firmly, stroked his dick a few times. Puck's cock is soft and even the skin of it tastes sweetly salty. I love the feel of it in my hand or the taste of it on my tongue.
Puck moved across the bed until he was in a position kneeling above Mercy's cute little nose and sexy mouth. "I can feel her breath rolling over my balls and taint." He moaned as I leaned forward and enveloped the weeping head of his cock with my own pillowy lips. "Oh hell yeah…Fuck." He moaned.
I looked up at him to see that he was looking down at our girl's beautiful bouncing breasts as I fucked her and sucked him. I could see the thought enter his head even as his hands slid down his thighs taking care not to dislodge me. His long finger found and tweaked her, oh so sensitive, nipples. Quickly our girl was cumming and crying out again. Puck pulled out of my mouth and jerked off all over Mercy's beautiful brown tits. I sighed in delight bending my head down to lap his delectable cream from her supple, chocolate skin. The flavor of the two of them soothing and yet encouraging the savage beast inside of me, at the same time.
Puck rolled to the side and stood stroking his cock to keep himself from softening. He scooped up a condom and moved behind me. He bit my neck as he sunk his lubed cock into my tight ass and all I could do was roar with pleasure. There aren't the proper words in the entire English language to explain to anyone who's never experienced it the amazing feeling of being wrapped in the warm, wet, tight, clenching heat of your woman while being filled with the hot, hard, throbbing flesh of your man.
Puck seemed to know without words exactly what I needed. He was pounding my ass hard. Fucking me in and out of our girlfriend' perfect pussy with the perfect abandon. My head dropped to Mercy's shoulder as it became too much to hold it up and keep myself from cumming early at the same time. I pulled a bit of Mercy's softly sweet smelling skin into my mouth and sucked on it to contain my own screams of pleasure as Mercedes' orgasmic vocalizations and Puck's filthy, dirty moans and groans of delight washed over me. Then Mercy did the 'oh Lord' the sexiest thing ever. She wrapped her short little legs around both me and Puck and ground up into me. That was all she wrote. The sound that I admitted was part growl, part scream, part moan and all pleasure, it almost covered her shriek as came around me again. I erupted in pleasure.
Puck pulled out and cleaned himself off. I stood on slightly shaky legs. Mercedes tried to roll over, only to find the way blocked as I scrambled onto the bed to attach my mouth to her breasts. I spent the rest of the night moving from one of my loves to the other. Making them scream and squeal and stammer in passion. The sun dawned and I'd had little to no sleep. I'd let Puck and Mercy sleep some, though. I however was feeling more than fine. I felt energized. I was also still completely and totally out of control. We made it to school on time, in fact we made it to school early enough for me to finger fuck Mercy to a nice little orgasm in her Tahoe before we ever made it into the building.
But in between each class, I found them and dragged them into any private area I could find. At lunch, the three of us spent an enjoyably half hour in that old, unused, little known students' lounge. I tried to talk them into skipping glee with me, it's not like any of us had voices left at this point anyway, but Mercedes gave me one of her 'hell to the no' looks; so we went to class. And, of course, she was right. There were seven new class members, including Azimio Adams. Even though Mercy told us he'd auditioned and gotten in; it was still really, really weird for him to be in what had become a safe haven from him and his clique. Tessa and Blaine were here, a guy from Mercy's homeroom, a little Irish dude who was staying with Brittany for the year and a couple of girls I didn't recognize. We three had barely taken our seats when Santana started. "Hello, Trouty..." she said her voice filled with pseudo politeness. When I just waved she chuckled. "Come on…I know you can do better than that? What about you Puck? Wait, why don't you tell me why you're sitting as pretty as Hummel?" she taunted.
Fortunately Santana was halted from further commentary by the tone of her cell phone. After looking at her message, she looked at the three of us and started to laugh. She laughed so long and so hard that by the time she stopped and caught her breath, Shelby was calling for our attention. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to continue where we left off with surprise duets. Today we'll start with Quinn and Brittany." She said gleefully. She handed the two blonds some sheet music. A quick discussion later and Quinn and Brittany turned to us and gave us an almost mournful rendition of Patti Labelle's When you Talk About Love. It was good; it just seemed really, really mellow.
"Alright, that was good, but ladies I want you to start to practice with Mercedes and, or Santana. We need to bring out your inner soul." Shelby teased.
"Oh thank god…I thought I was the only one who thought that was completely white bread." Santana taunted kissing Brittany softly to take the sting out of her words.
"Sorry guys." Brittany giggled. "I'm only black when I dance."
We all shared a laugh at that. Shelby called Blaine and Tessa up next. They did Evanescence's Bring Me to Life, and they rocked it. Tessa handled the high parts which allowed Blaine to handle the intense portions, and of course the chorus was already structured as a male/female duet. Kevin got paired with Sugar, who apparently wasn't much good. They did a pretty decent job on George Michael's Father Figure. Kevin didn't seem to mind carrying Sugar. In fact, he looked at her like he had a whole different way he'd like to carry her. Apparently the big guy, and dude was huge especially for a white guy around here; he was closer to seven feet than he was six. Any way the big guy likes little women.
Shelby looked over at Puck and me as Kevin and Sugar took their seats. "Gabby called me this morning. She explained that Sam was having an 'Evans Episode', as she called it. And that the three of you probably had little to no voice this afternoon. Is that true?" she asked quietly. I shrugged and held my hand up with my forefinger stopped about an inch away from my thumb. Puck's flat hand rocked side to side as he gestured 'kind of'. Mercy she didn't even try to fake the funk, she just nodded. We were all just braced for the explosion we'd have gotten if it were Mr. Schue. "There are vocal exercises that I will teach you…" she looked around at the assemblage of teenagers. "All of you…that can prevent you from losing your voice in situations like this." She said calmly instead. "As to the root cause, Sam, maybe you should visit your family primary care physician and have your self checked for a hormone imbalance." She teased. "Azimio, you and Helena are next." She called them to the front and gave them a soft ball of a song.
When Helena looked at the title she laughed and asked Shelby, "It's my hair, isn't it?" She and Adams studied the song for a long five minutes. Then they stood at the front and shocked us all.
"Misery"
(Pink feat. Steven Tyler)
Helena Azimio Both
Shadows are fallin' all over town
Another night and these blues got me down
Oh, misery! I sure could use some company
Since you've been gone I ain't been the same
I carry the weight like an old ball and chain
Guess it's all meant to be
For love to cause me misery
Oh misery! Oh misery!
Tell me why does my heart make a fool of me
Seems it's my destiny
For love to cause us misery
And, oh! I've been down this road before
With a passion that turns into pain
And each I saw love walk out the door
I swore never get caught again
But ain't it true? It takes what it takes
And sometime we get too smart to leave
Seems it's all meant to be
Another night of misery
Oh! And oh misery! Oh misery!
Tell me why does my heart make a fool of me
Oh misery! Oh misery!
Tell me why, why, why, why, why, why does this
heart make a fool of me
Seems it's my destiny
For love to cause misery, oh
Misery
Guess it's all meant to be
For love to cause me misery, oh, no, yeah
Misery
"Wow." Puck mouthed at me over Mercy's head. I couldn't help but agree. I'd have never guessed that Adams had voice. Not one like that, I mean he was Adams, for criminy's sake. It was damn good. They had transformed the song from a good rock song to an incredible rock/R and B fusion that kicked all kinds of ass. Lauren and Finn had to follow them. Shelby gave them Islands in the Stream. But those two have never heard the song. I know because Lauren ended up taking the Kenny Rogers part and Finn was Dolly Parton.
By the end of class only Puck and I had to do our duet. Shelby didn't let us goof off or waste large amounts of time like Schue used to. She warned Puck and I that we'd have to do our duets first thing the next class. Then she told all three of us to soothe our throats with large amounts of warm chamomile tea and water. "Tomorrow, after Noah and Sam's duet, I'd like to play with trios. Again, I'll be surprising you not only with the song but also with the combination."
After class we had football and Cheerio practice. Sue wasn't happy that one of her 'voices' didn't have a voice. After practices, we had the SAT prep class. When we made it home, the rituals of dinner and family time were upheld and then we crashed…hard.
Tina Point of View
Today we only had a few of us staying for the auditions. Artie came back after getting the football team all set up and Stevie and Evan into the capable hands of Davis, Lauren and I stayed…as did Rory. Though he mainly stayed because his ride was at Cheerio practice anyway. Plus too, when he stood after class Santana had speared him with a look and said "Sit U2, sit…good dog." Apparently Brittany's parents had told the older girl to watch out for the exchange student. Santana felt that really meant that she and Artie had to watch out for him as well. She may be an evil bitch, but she takes her responsibilities seriously.
Blaine chose to stay as well. He knew that if he returned to Dalton after Kurt graduated, he would need to know how to run a more formal audition process. Before Ms. Cochran let in the first 'contestants', she went over her requirements with us once again. She handed Blaine and Rory note pads as well. The first person to come in had to be a freshman. She was a tiny brunette with huge blue eyes. My best guess would be that she would even have to look up at Artie seated in his chair.
Ms. Cochran asked her questions and the girl spoke for the first time. "My name is Ivy Toundsend. I'm a freshman. I'm actually about eighteen months younger than the usual freshman…I skipped a couple of grades when I was little."
"Very well, Ivy, go right ahead." Ms. Cochran said when the girl stopped speaking. She opened her mouth and the girl could sing. She did a version of I Can Only Imagine that was overall beautiful…though a little rocky at the beginning. I think she was nervous. Ms. Cochran gave her a few breathing exercises that settled her nerves and asked her to attempt the Pattie Labelle song Quinn and Britts had done in class. The exercises worked and while Ivy only had a little more soul than Que and Bee…her singing was good. She was trainable and took directions well. She also didn't seem to have too many bad habits. She was in.
The next dude to come in was a pimple faced douche who actually thought he was the world's next Harvey Levin…if his hair was bigger and jew-fro-ier, I'd have thought Jacob Ben Israel had returned. Thankfully he was horrible. He was so bad Shelby cut him off halfway through the first verse and sent him on his way. There were a few more people after him, remarkable only in their unremarkableness. Then Rick 'the Stick' Nelson strolled his happy ass into the room. Not only could he so not sing, one of his important things was, "I figure if the girls in here are giving it up…then this is where I wanna be." Ms. Cochran's words of rejection were professional, but her tone was complete 'off with his head'. Thankfully the next contestants were much more polite. Only 'problem' is that there were three of them.
The other three black Cheerios stood in front of us. "Ms. Cochran, Coach Sylvester overheard us singing in the locker room and sent us to audition. She said to tell you that we weren't as good as 'Izora or FunBags', but we could sing. And we're only sophomores." Their appointed leader said confidently.
"She thought that it might matter." One of the others said with a little laugh.
"Of course it matters. Her A squad is pretty much all gone at the end of the year. She needs underclassmen in now so that she doesn't have to waste time with a rebuilding year next year." The last one said with a fondly exasperated roll of her eyes.
Shelby Cochran smiled. "Yes. That is my hope. Now please tell me your names and one important fact about you, and then you may give me your audition piece."
Their leader stepped forward. "My name is Regina Powell. I haven't really done anything important yet…though I hope to be a doctor one day."
Rather than Regina singing next, the second girl spoke up. "Hi." She waved sweetly. "I'm Jessica Rogers. I have three little brothers and I've taken martial arts classes for the last ten years."
The final girl, the eye roller, stepped out with a charming smile. "My name is Chase Harris. I'm looking forward to joining because having a fine arts club will round out my extracurricular activities nicely. I can't draw to save my life, and my acting has politely been described as wooden. Until Mr. Schuester left Coach Sylvester would never have let us join, I had no clue how I was going to fix that problem."
The girls exchanged looks and broke into three part Harmony. "I wish that I could have this moment for life." Their voices melded together beautifully. Sue was right they weren't Mercedes or Santana…but they were amazing in their own right. The way they sang and danced together reminded me of something, but it wasn't until one of them took on Nicki's rap and just did that thing that I realized that they reminded me of my mother's old TLC cds.
Apparently they reminded Ms. Cochran of the same, because next she asked them to sing Waterfalls. "If any of you are old enough to know it." she added with a teasing smile.
"Oh we can so do that. We know that song backwards and forwards." Chase said with a huge smile. "My momma loves her some TLC. I learned to rap listening to Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez." She told us. And they performed the song not just well, but fabulously.
After RJC, as they were officially dubbed in my head, had been given the usual change your schedule and we'll see you in class tomorrow speech, there were only two more people. They came in together. a boy and girl, both with long, auburn hair and hazel eyes. They were very pretty people. The girl came into the very center of the room while the boy hung back by the door. Ms. Cochran welcomed them both in and the girl spoke up to answer her questions, while the boy hid behind his hair. "I'm Cassie, Cassandra, Rybeck, and that's my twin brother Casey. He can sing too but his stage fright is epically, tragically phobic. We're both in the tenth grade. Two important facts are…ummm…umm…oh I play piano and guitar, and Casey can play any instrument you put him near. I didn't try out last year, because I knew if some jock slushied me, Casey would probably go all postal on them…so it was just better that I keep a low profile."
She looked out and sang in a strong clear soprano, "If tomorrow is judgment day, and I'm standin' on the front line, And the Lord ask me what I did w/ my life, I will say I spent it with you". Now I have always loved Whitney Houston. And today wasn't any different this little girl did her some Whitney. I looked over and saw the look on Casey's face. He wanted to be up there with her so bad. He was mouthing every word she sang. I signaled Ms. Cochran and she looked over as well.
I stood and grabbed Casey by the hand. I lead him into the hall. "Okay Casey, it's just you and me. Can you give me something? Whatever you want."
He sighed and nodded. "When you think, Hope is lost, And giving up Is all you got, And blue turns black, your confidence is cracked, there seems no turning back from here." He sang Pink's Bridge of Light and it was a masterful performance. The song was beautiful and his singing even more so. He was quiet and would need training, but he was in the right place for that.
"When I was your age, I pretended that I had a stutter so I wouldn't have to talk in class. The friends I made in the New Directions helped me learn to stop hiding. I bet you we can do the same for you." I told him honestly.
"You really think so?" he asked, speaking, really speaking for the first time.
"I know so." I told him confidently. He gave me a smile but we were interrupted by the sound of running footsteps up the hall. This dude was crazy weird looking. He was barefoot with brown hair in really long white boy locks. He was adorably cute, with honest hazel eyes and a guitar slung across his back.
When he got even with us he smiled, an almost dazzling smile. "It's not too late is it? My parents just registered me…I was home schooled for my whole life. I realized that my mom was my best friend and that is cool…but really not cool. It's not too late to try out is it? I'm Joe, by the way."
"You made it on time." I said with a giggle at his babble. "Go on in."
I led Casey back inside as Cassie was heading out. At the same time they looked at each other and crowed. "I made it." They left happy.
Joe stood at the front and answered the three questions. Then he launched into a guitar accompanied rendition of Creed's With Arms Wide Open that assured him a spot in the choir. His impromptu performance of Bill Wither's Use Me…just sealed the deal. This year's show choir competition was looking like we might just have an even better chance than last year.
Puck Point of View
Shelby's remedy and a good night's sleep wrapped around Sam and Cedes worked, and the next afternoon in glee, Sam and I were called on first to do our duet. Now the look on Shelby's face should have told us that she was up to something. And the second we looked at the sheet music she handed us, we knew exactly what. Sam and I exchanged wicked smiles. We both grabbed out guitars and were ready in a few moments.
"Chocolate High"
India Arie (feat. Musiq Soulchild)
Performed by Sam and Puck
[Puck]
I don't mean to be decadent
I might sound like a hedonist
But the simplest way I can put it
You become a habit
The more I consume, the more I gotta have it
Ain't no such thing as too much
If you gave me everything it'd never be enough yeah
My black coffee with sugar no cream in the morning
You're my super double caffeine dream yeah
[Sam]
Your precious darkness got me so
Strung out and lovin' the way that you
Got me so wide open, my baby doll
Jonesin' and fienin' under my skin
My nerves are screamin' when you're not here
See Baby I need ya sugar
You're so delicious
[Together]
There is somethin' about your love
That makes me just want to open up
Your flavor is the sweetest thing in life
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
Cause I want you, and I know that you want me
So let's stay close like we supposed to be
And just get high off our own supply
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
[Puck]
I be trippin' in so many ways if I
Go a single day without a taste of your love
The finest cuisine of today's world
Five stars, oh you're so gourmet girl
[Sam]
I crave you, I want you
Every cell in my body needs you
Tasty like Hershey's and nestle
You're rich like godiva girl you just so sexy
[Together]
There is somethin' about your love
That makes me just want to open up
Your flavor is the sweetest thing in life
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
Cause I want you, and I know that you want me
So let's stay close like we supposed to be
And just get high off our own supply
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
Your flavor is
The sweetest thing in life
And I don't ever want to come down
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
Oh yeah
[Together]
There is somethin' about your love
That makes me just want to open up
Your flavor is the sweetest thing in life
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
Cause I want you, and I know that you want me
So let's stay close like we supposed to be
And just get high off our own supply
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
There is somethin' about your love
That makes me just want to open up
Your flavor is the sweetest thing in life
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
Cause I want you, and I know that you want me
So let's stay close like we supposed to be
And just get high off our own supply
I'm addicted to your chocolate high
Mercedes Jones was looking at us like she was going to kill us. And by kill us I mean she was going to fuck us to death. The words were beautiful; our girl has instilled in us both a love for all things India Arie and Musiq Soulchild; but her real reaction was to the tone of the song. Everyone in the room was staring at her. They could hear the seduction, the desire and the heat dripping off every syllable we sang. One of the new kids, Joe I think he introduced himself as, kept looking back and forth between Mercedes and us and getting more and more embarrassed.
When we finished, and took our seats, our girl grabbed us each in turn and gave us kisses that left us just as hot as she was. "If I have to suffer til we can get home…so do both of you." she moaned.
Shelby stood at the front of the room demanding our attention, before Sam or I could retort. "Well boys, thank you for that almost indecent rendition of that song. I'll admit that I find that I have been hoisted on my own petard as the case may be. Tina, Santana, Mercedes…I'd like you to come up and give the class a demonstration of how the trio performances will work this week. All of you will be performing with other trios as well, I'm going to mix and match the new comers with the veterans. Hopefully everyone will take the opportunity to get to know someone new." She smiled at the class.
As Cedes made her way to the front, Sam and I both watched her sexy ass as she walked. I looked over at him and he was biting his lip in that sexy ass way he does when he's trying not to pop a boner. She got to the very front of the room, taking the sheet music Shelby handed her as she passed. She, Santana and Tina looked over the song and in front of our eyes changed. Mercedes Jones is always sexy, Santana is always hot and Tina is always quietly pretty…but those three got up there and they all channeled their inner damn vixen or something because they weren't just hot or sexy, they were frickin' sultry.
"Hell On Heels"
Pistol Annies
Performed by
Mercedes Santana Tina Together
I'm hell on heels
Say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty
He made me smart
And I'm going to break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you
This diamond ring on my hand
Is the only good thing that came from that man
Got a GTO from one named Joe
And a big piece of land down in Mexico
I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you
I got a pink guitar, a Lincoln Town Car
From ol' what's his name I met at a bar
Got a high-rise flat in Hollywood
From a married man who wasn't up to no good
I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you
Then there's Jim, I almost forgot
I ran him off, but I took the yacht
Poor ol' Billy, bless his heart
I'm still using his credit card
I'm hell on heels, Sugar Daddy I'm comin' for you
I'm hell on heels, say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty
He made me smart
And I'm gonna break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels baby I'm comin' for you
I'm hell on heels, say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty
He made me smart
I'm gonna break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels, Sugar Daddy I'm comin' for you!
"You aren't right now…but you will be later, Sexy Mama." I said louder than I probably should have.
"Damn straight." Artie agreed.
"Yeah, Wǒ yào tā mā de nǐ, zhídào nǐ zài yě bùnéng zǒulù., Tina." Mike said completely eye fucking his girl as she quietly made her way back to her chair next to him. (I'm going to fuck you until you can no longer walk.)
"I, officially, have to read these lyrics a bit more closely." Shelby muttered. She handed out the trio assignments and we split up into groups. Class flew by, as did practice and the final SAT Prep class of the week. That night we got home and showed Mercedes exactly how much we enjoyed her performance. Or that was our plan. Somehow I ended up tied to her bed with Sam forced to stay in her chair, until she allowed him to come over and help her 'punish' me for teasing her. Thankfully I was given a chance at revenge soon thereafter while Sam was 'punished'. I think Mercedes Jones may need to look up the definition of punishment…cause being ridden hard until you cum so hard that your balls are still tingling half an hour later…that sure isn't a bad thing.
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