Growing Ensemble
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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AN: I'm not an angst writer. I am sorry of there are readers itching for some hurt comfort, but I just can't seem to do it. I apologize. I think I get enough lonely and sad in the real world, I just hate to see it in my stories…I have the same problem in my Sims game.

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Chapter 45
Time of Your Life

Puck PoV

Friday was the senior class' last official day, so we were kept busy turning everything in and making sure that our final transcripts were on the way to the right places. We spent our last Saturday as high schoolers relaxing by the pool at Santana's house. Her parents invited all of us and our parents over for a cookout. It was great. Surrounded by our family and friends, Cedes was finally secure or whatever enough to wear one of the sexy ass bikinis Sam and I had gotten her the summer before, she was in the one Sam had found. It was purple and cut straight across the top with thick straps and the bottoms were cheeky cut boy shorts. We'd found her another one just the other day. It was so hot and perfect for Sexy Mama. It was shaped like a regular bra on top and the whole thing was leopard print. The bottom was kind of retro since it was sort of high-waisted and it had a flirty little skirt part over the panty part…but it was definitely all our woman. We could tell that at first she was still a little worried about her belly, but me and Sam handled that. Nothing like belly tongue bath to make sure she knows that we so wouldn't change a single thing about her.

During lunch, Saul and Mills got us all caught up on where the house was in the whole building process. The spray foam insulation had been finished the same day as the senior dinner and the drywall was going up starting Tuesday. Everything was actually on schedule at that point, so we were all quite happy. I brought up Benton's suggestion that we start shopping the summer holiday furniture sales to get our homes furnished. Everyone was on board with that plan, after all nobody wanted to spend any more than we needed to. I mean yeah we wanted nice shit, but there was no need to take advantage of our parents. Since Monday was Memorial Day and we didn't have graduation practices until Wednesday morning, we decided to hook up on Tuesday and go looking around, see what we could see. We never should have mentioned anything to do with shopping in that company.

Moms D got that look in her eye. Suddenly she looked around and asked innocently, "I know that you girls went and got your dresses to wear with your graduation robes, but I don't think Mercedes has anything to wear for your practices…it's going to be so hot, but all her summer clothes were to large in certain places and too small across her bust and bottom by the end of last summer. And we all know that the next two weeks are going to fly by and then she'll be heading off to Chicago and LA and this whole summer will be so busy." Ladies and gentlemen, my mother in law the shopaholic. "Besides, Mara and Maea need some swimsuits. These swimmers and floaters are all good, but they would look so cute in bathing suits and cute little hats."

"Yeah, cause they aren't always cute." I heard Santana scoff. "Those two should be the poster children for Gerber, and she wants to make them even cuter. They get any cuter, and they'll be able to enslave the human race just by batting their little eyelashes."

Of course, Kurt and Cedes were the first to agree to go shopping. Sam, Blaine and I all groaned. We knew what that meant for the three of us. Santana didn't take much arm twisting, Gwen told Artie to go home with his dad so she and his girlfriends could bond. Lucky bastard. Or that's was what I thought at the time. When we hit the mall, the Moms let us all go our own way…well Artie's mom did keep Tana and Britts with her but Cedes, Sam and I went out on our own. Our Sexy Mama is a thicky, thicky, thick girl, she has massive tits and an ass that is big and round and gives new meaning to the word bootylicious. She usually avoids 'skinny white girl' stores like the plague. So imagine Sam and my surprise when she dragged us into Hot Topics. She turned to Sam and me and gave us a dirty smile. "Both of you go and pick out your favorite five tank tops and I'll try them on for you." She said sexily. Now I'm sure for most people that would be a rather boring proposition. But for me and Sam it was perfect way to get us interested in summer clothes shopping. Mercedes Jones is very subtle in the displaying of her bodacious tatas especially at school and during the day at all really. So the thought of seeing her in something low cut and tight across her tits, like any of the tank tops in Hot Topics were destined to be…fuck I was so hard I couldn't move for a few seconds.

Sam found his five quick fast and in a hurry, but it took Cede and I a little longer. Finally I found a great black tank with 'The Ramones' across the front, a couple of white ones one of which said 'Don't Quit Your Day Dream', the other just had a treble and bass clef making a heart. My fourth pick had a picture of Judd Nelson from Breakfast Club and said Rebel. The last one was a great 'Legend of Zelda' shirt. Sam's all were either Marvel or X-Men. One of them was a pretty cool Captain America hoodie tank top. Cedes' were all over the place mostly sayings tanks, but she also picked one that was a picture of Ariel coming up out of her grotto when she was singing 'Part of Your World'. When she was happy with all the selections, she led us to the dressing rooms and went in and pulled her tee shirt off. When she had gotten out of the pool she'd showered and put on regular clothes. Except the lingerie she had put on was definitely not her usual school or shopping stuff, it was straight up hot. Fuck, her bra was pushing her tits up bold and proud. When she came out in that first tank top, one of her own picks, I almost swallowed my tongue. Fuck, the TARDIS looked like it was pulsating as she breathed.

Sam and I watched happily for the next half hour as she paraded out in all the different tanks. When she came out with them all in her hands ready to pick and choose, we grabbed them all. I didn't care if we had to rob the place. She was getting all of these 'cause I want to see her in them and some panties and nothing else. We got to the counter and her protests were all killed when we found out that all the tanks were under four bucks. We left there with every one of those fifteen and hard ons that wouldn't quit. Then we headed to Macys, and watched Sexy Mama try on short shorts. She only got a few pairs of shorts and some new tennis shoes there. She got a text from Moms D to meet her in the toddler section and Sam and I had to stay behind. There was no thought gross enough that it would get us acceptable to be around Moms D immediately after watching our woman showing off her sexy ass and pretty legs. So while Cedes was helping her mom, Sam and I went and grabbed some more shorts and tee shirts for ourselves. When we found them again, Moms D and Cedes were wearing the babies in those baby slings, and shopping through the sales rack of dresses. "Mara and Maea's stroller got to be too much, so when I found these slings, I knew they were just the thing. So MeDe helped me take our bags and the stroller out to the car and we came back and saw this sale…" she defended.

I held my hands up in an 'I surrender' kind of gesture. "Hey, I'm not saying a word." I walked over and kissed Sexy Mama on the forehead. "Besides, our woman is happy, her moma and little sisters are happy. So Sam and I are happy." I looked around. "Me and Sam are gonna head to the furniture department…just text us when you're ready to head out." Per the sage advice of our mother in law, Sam and I ran out to the car and put our bags up and came back, handed Moms D her keys back and headed up to the furniture department. When our families had given us certain pieces of furniture, what they had actually done is paid for what would usually be considered a gift certificate. Like they'd bought the bedroom set and that was in a storage unit in Manhattan already, but with the mattresses we had store credit in a certain amount that we were to use to get the mattresses of our choosing. While Mercedes was picking out cute summer dresses, Sam and I were rolling about on the mattresses and basically acting a fool and, once we found the one we liked best, making out. At least we were, "That is just disgusting. You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves, being unnatural and sinful and ungodly out where anybody could see you. What if my child had seen the two of you cavorting all over God's creation?" a nasally, irritating, holier than thou voice broke through our mack induced haze. We looked up to see a tall, skinny, flat cheated fugly ass woman glaring at us. "There is no place for that repulsiveness in private, let alone in public. God created Adam and Eve…not Adam and Steve."

I rolled my eyes. "First of all…I'm looking at you and the only thing unnatural around here is the thought of some dude letting you anywhere near his schlong, let alone knocking you up. You wanna talk about repulsiveness go look in a mirror. Second of all God is love…that's what our girlfriend's preacher says it says in the New Testament, so if you're calling yourself a Christian, shouldn't you be following the words of Christ…like…aww hell Sam, what is that judging thing?"

Sam laughed. He knew I paid attention when we went to church, but I was better at quoting the Torah than the bible. "Judge not lest ye be judged. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone". He quoted. "I know it is kind of judgy to say, but the ugly fairy kissed you on both cheeks, didn't it?"

She sputtered and looked like she was getting even angrier. That was not a good thing, she was ugly to begin with, splotchy and pinched didn't help things at all. "You know you are one of those chicks who should smile a lot. Smile. Sam, I bet she's not so bad looking when she smiles."

"Smilin' ain't gonna help that none." Sam muttered. "Look Lady, we'll apologize for getting carried away in public, but we are not now, nor will we ever, apologize for loving each other. Now if you still feel some kind of way about that, might I suggest you go on home and crack your Bible open to the New Testament and try readin' some of those words written in red."

She was getting all huffy, and the floor manager came over. The guy was so obviously only slightly less gay than Hummel. I say less gay cause there is nothing gayer than our girlfriend's gay bff. I mean Hiram and Antwan Berry have been boning each other for the last like twenty-five years, and they don't seem as gay as Kurt. "Is there a problem here, gentlemen?" he asked as he approached.

Pissy Lady totally ignored the fact that dude's saying gentlemen meant he was asking us, and jumped right in spewing her hate speech. She barely got going good on her rant before he stopped her. "Miss, I am sorry but Macy's is a very inclusive and tolerant company…haven't you seen the parades. We cannot and do not allow hate speech from our customers." He chided pretty gently. "That being said, young men, we do not allow excessive public displays of affection either."

Of course, Cedes and Moms D had to come up just in time to hear that. Sexy Mama came over and handed me Mara so she could comfortably sit between us, "Sam, Noah…what have you two been doing, and without me?" she teasingly asked.

"I cannot believe that this type of abhorrent, deviant behavior is going on in Lima Ohio." Belligerently annoying woman gasped. "And look at you, a child yourself and already a mother and you won't even be able to tell that child who its father is! People like you are what is wrong with this country. Having babies by ever Tom, Dick and Harry and then expecting us hard working taxpayers to take care of your ghetto, hood rat spawn."

"Oh wow. You really are just a crazy, judgmental bitch aren't you?" Mercedes said standing back up. "I know exactly who the hell my little sister's dad is. Cause he's my father too. Yeah that's right I said little sister. Now get you facts straight before you start accusing me of being a whore or something. Leave all your racist stereotypes behind. I'm a young black woman who grew up with both her mother, that lady standing right there with my other baby sister, and her father. They are both well educated professionals; in fact they are both dentists. I don't have a boatload of half siblings. My daddy doesn't have a bunch of other baby-mamas. I'm not, nor do I aspire to be, a hood rat. I've never been to the ghetto. I don't sleep with anyone but the two of them, never have and never will, but I can almost guarantee that you used to throw your ugly ass at whoever would have it. I don't have any children, let alone a multitude of babies. I've never taken a hand out, and in fact statistics have shown that the preponderance of people on the government dole actually look a lot more like you than they do like me."

Moms D came over and put a hand on Mercedes shoulder calming her down. She handed her oldest daughter the little one she still held and turned to face the crazy chick. "Now look woman, I'm a good God Loving woman, so I'm not going to treat you like I probably should for insulting my daughter and my son-in-laws. But you can take your ass on before I snatch you bald, and choke your ass out with your own hair. Then I'll walk out the courthouse scot free because I can and will blame it on post-partum hormones. My children and who they love is none of your business. Don't know what stupidity or insanity made you think it was. And don't look over at the manager, I heard him tell you about yourself as we were coming up the escalator. Besides, I guarantee that I spend more money in this store in a month than you do in a year." Moms D was fierce and truly angry. "In fact I've probably spent more today than you will this year. So damn tired of the racism and homophobia rampant in this damn town."

The woman did look over at the manager who was looking like he was cosigning every word out of Moms D's mouth. "Well, just wait, I will never shop here again and neither will the other ladies of St. James Episcopal church."

"Isn't that the church Sander and Angel Mom and the Zizes all go to?" I asked Cedes.

"Yup, Lauren's dad is on the Deacon Board." She answered looking over at the woman.

Sam spoke up, "Remember the last time we went there for church the reverend led a sermon on doing the works of Christ in your daily walk with God." The lady was looking very affronted that we'd been to her church. "You know my family started going to that church last year, now we alternate between St. James and Ada Methodist, but I don't remember seeing you there any of the times we've been. Now, I'll grant you, it's a pretty big church, but you've got one of those faces that stick out in a crowd."

"I think the kids' point is that you don't speak for the congregation of the church. Especially since they have been there many times holding hands and just being themselves. I'm sure that if there were a problem in the church with their being together, the Zizes or the Evans would have told them so. Actually Laura or Ben probably would have told the sanctimonious bastard all about themselves." Moms D summarized scathingly.

"St. James is a very progressive congregation." The manager put in. "My partner and I have gone there for years. Now Miss…if you have finished your shopping, I'm going to have to ask that you leave and allow these shoppers to continue their shopping unmolested." UJW –ugly, judgmental woman- stormed off angrily. Mom looked at the Manager and apologized for the scene. "Do not worry about it," he assured her. "I find it refreshing to see a parent defending their gay or bisexual child around here. I think you and my mechanic are about the only ones that do."

"Oh you take your cars to Papa Burt?" Cedes asked him. That launched into a long conversation that ended up with Freddie, the furniture department manager giving us his discount on the mattress set. Comfort by Serta California King Mattress Set, Directions Epic Ultra Plush was on sale for thirty five hundred, but thanks to Our Babygirl's ability to connect with any and everybody, we got it for twenty-nine seventy-five. Best of all, store to home delivery, was free. There wasn't even any fee for it going from the Manhattan store to Uncle Saul's storage unit, and they weren't even able to try to schedule the delivery until after June seventeenth, and Saulie and Mills flew home on the fifth. That ended up leaving us with just about a grand of Macy's store credit left over. We offered it back to Moms D, who laughed in our faces. "Go, look around. See if there is anything else you want for your bedroom, get some clothes, check your list and see if there is anything else on sale that you can get for cheaper now, rather than having to pay full price later." Ladies and gentlemen, my mother in law, the genius. We found the Dyson, super expensive, vacuum that Sexy Mama wanted for like half off. Plus the bench Sam and I wanted for the foot of the bed that wasn't part of the main bedroom set we'd picked out, but did match it well, it was on sale too. The parents hadn't noticed it on our wish list. We got both of those and still didn't have to come out of pocket, not even for sales tax.

We finally left Macy's and took Moms D and the babies home. Then we decided to be bad. We ran up to our room and threw some church clothes together and grabbed out hotel room kit and our toy bag. The parentals gave us permission and Cedes went online and found us a room and we prepaid through Benton's hotels dot com account. A grand total of thirty minutes after we got home, we headed back out. We swung through Breadstix for a quick dinner and then checked into the Wingate by Wyndham. As soon as we got into the room, I pulled one of Cede's new tank tops from my bag and growled. "Go in the bathroom, take off everything but your panties and put that on."

Sam and I watched as she put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she went to do as I'd asked. After arranging our toys and condoms on the night stand, Sam and I got comfortably naked and pulled the covers back on the bed, quickly fitting the sheet covered mattress with our own before she came out the bathroom. She paused for a second and when she came over she was rocking the tank top, panties and the heels she had packed for church the next morning. "Oh, damn, you are so unearthly beautiful." Sam breathed his hand going involuntarily to his dick.

"Am I?" she teased. Cede turned her back to us and leaned her hand's on the room's dresser. When both Sam and I drew in great gulping gasps of air at the sexy sight she made, she giggled. "Do I still look beautiful?"

"Fuck, Babygirl, you're looking too fucking beautiful for fucking words. Look at us, show us that beautiful face." I demanded. Rather than turning back around, she looked at us over her shoulder. She looked so fucking amazing. Her hair was all down and curly, her lips lush and pouty, her eyes full of desire and the knowledge that we desired her. That we wanted her. "Fuck, come here." I watched through hooded eyes as she clambered up onto the bed and crawled across the surface. The way the tank top tightly hugged and yet almost completely showed off her tits had my dick so hard it was throbbing. I didn't have to say another word as soon as her face was level with our hips; she started alternating sucking us off.

Sam and I both reached out and pulled her curls up so we could watch as she took us deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Fuck, she is always beautiful, always sexy, but there is just something about seeing her sucking our dicks that totally does it for me. In no time I was cumming in her pretty mouth, my hips pumping up and my fist tightening in her hair. Sam followed soon after and she sat up and did the sexiest, nastiest thing ever, she showed us our mingled cum in her mouth, her little pink tongue playing with it before she swallowed it all down in one big gulp. "Some body's being a naughty girl." Sam growled, right before he pounced on her. He tumbled our sexy ass woman over onto her back and dove in kissing her deeply while bunching that tank top up and over the huge mountains of her tits. Since they were out and Sam's mouth was busy kissing Cede, I decided to put my mouth to work on her luscious tatas. We drove her crazy, sucking and nibbling, teasing and tasting. Fuck when she screamed out and came, just from our mouths…it was so fucking sexy; I came all over her belly. I used my dick to rub the jizz in. Standing up I crossed to the nightstand, I grabbed the wide restraint cuffs, we gotten from Bubbie. With them both distracted, it took me no time to get them both tied down to the bed. Sam even helped me with Cedes not realizing my plan.

Then I rolled on a condom, ripped off her panties and went to work. I made love to Mercedes, fucking her hard and fast as Sam watched, unable to help me or himself. "Oh God, you're both too fucking hot…let me loose Puck. I want to fuck you both." Sam commanded when he realized that I was intent on taking my time with Mercedes before I turned my attention to him.

"Noah, Oh Holy hell." Sexy Moma moaned as I was long dicking her and suckling those big luscious tits of hers. "Please, Fuck…I can't take…oh God it's too much."

"Just come again for me Cedes. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours when you come just one more time. Then I'll let you alone." I promised as a shifted my position so that I could really hit her sweet spot. God damn she was so fucking tight, but when she came hard enough, there was no moving while she tightened and pulsed around me. It took everything within me, not to cum as she writhed under me. "Open your eyes." I growled. When she didn't immediately comply, I leaned forward and bit her on her neck. Her eyes flew open and the bright, fevered brown clouded with another peak as she screamed out her pleasure. Only when she went slack under me, did I pull out of her tight, wet, still pulsating heat.

That made me turn my attention to the man I loved as much as the woman I'd just pleasured. I kissed a rather lethargic Cedes one last time, before kissing Sam for the first time that night. I had a really weird idea for how I wanted to drive Sammy mad. I broke away, took off the condom and grabbed some lubes and one of the butt plugs from the table. After getting drunk on his kisses again, I licked and nibbled my way from Sam's big ass lips down over his chest, paying special attention to his slightly off center nipples. I dipped my tongue into his navel, making him giggle and moan at the same time. Licking lower, I skipped over his dick and sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time. I thanked Yeshiva that I'd had the forethought to shackle Cedes' right leg to Sammy's left rather than latching both of their legs to the bed. I was able to lift their legs easily, Sexy Mama was so far out of it still that her leg was very easy to move, and Sam wanted to know what I had planned. Holding him open, it was easy to shove the lubed up butt plug into Sam's tight rectum. Then I rubbed some lube between my hands warming it and I stroked some onto Sam and my dicks. Laying on top of my lover, I fastened my lips to his and started humping him, rubbing our slick, oily cocks against each other. We made out and fuck it felt hotter than I'd thought it would getting us both off that way. When we came, it was so fucking epic. Our cum was thick and slick between us…it seemed to make us come even harder, even more.

Finally we were both spent. It took me some time to get my strength back and release them both. Cedes had gotten hers back before I could and as soon as I let her free, she managed to get me into the cuffs. Once she released Sam, the two of them took their time driving me crazy. They kissed and licked and nibbled. They ran their big, soft ass lips all over me and sucked my dick until I was completely hard again. Then they grabbed both a condom and a butt plug. I was impaled on the plug and then sheathed in latex. Mercedes climbed on top of me and slowly slid her lube slick ass down over me. She carefully leaned back against my chest, and Sam rolled on a condom and slid into our woman's even tighter pussy. Sam controlled the speed of our sex, and he kept things slow and steady. I don't know how long it took before I was begging and pleading, but I begged and pleaded and whined until he finally started dicking Cedes down so hard that her ass was moving on my cock too. The orgasm that shot through me when Sam finally let me cum was so hard, I blacked the hell out. When I came to, I was free, and we were all sweaty and cum covered and sticky. The three of us showered together, getting out macks on under the hot spray. Coming out, we stripped the bed back to the motel sheet. We made love to our woman in all our favorite ways all damn night. We caught little naps between rounds of fucking, but when we got up to shower and dress for church, we'd had maybe two hours of sleep all night if you put all the naps together.

Church was cool. Mercedes got another little bit of college money. Her church didn't do like my temple. The Methodists gave each of their seniors a couple hundred bucks, rather than only giving one senior a few thousand. I think that was better, more fair. The Joneses hosted a BBQ on Monday; this one was for all the New Directions and their families. The younger siblings played in the game room, 'cause the teenagers had taken full control of the pool. When the parents headed inside to chill in the air conditioned house, shit got kind of rowdy in that pool. I saw some shit I really never needed to see. Like Finn basically humping Lauren and himself off. Or there was the lovely sight of James and Quinn making out like it was their job. Or perhaps the most disturbing sight of all was Anderson and Hummel playing Unicorn games when they thought everyone else was too busy with their own naughty shit to notice. Granted I only did notice because Cedes was busy giving Sam an undercover, double fisted handjob and I was waiting on my turn.

As my eyes traveled over all of our friends, I was just thanking Yeshiva that I didn't happen to see what ever Tessa and Aidan got up to. I could tell they had done something because they were giving me goofy 'did he catch us' looks the whole rest of the night after we got out of the pool. The rest of the night we chilled out and did some karaoke…it takes next to nothing for us to sing. It was still a bit of a trip to me that we could have that much fun sober and with our parents around.

Sam PoV

The Tuesday before graduation was one humdinger of a day. We got up really early Puck and I carefully cleaned the Jones' pool while Mercy and her mom cleaned up the backyard. Puck and I, somehow, finished before they did, so we helped them finish up. Then we all took showers and dressed for the day. We gave Tessa a lift to school and met Kurt, Blaine, Artie, Santana and Brittany for breakfast. Kurt had the whole day laid out for us. He had all the hardwoods and wall colors that were going into our parts of the house, even Santana's. I stopped to wonder why he'd kept track of what she'd picked, but then Mercy leaned over and told me that a lot of the finishes and everything for the Bartana half of the house were picked by our debonair friend. With those in hand, it was-well not easy-but certainly less irritating that it could have been to look through a million different furniture stores. We took a break for lunch and Kurt did some cool thing with his iPad where he was able to show us what each choice would look like with the different finishings and colors and 'decor' we'd chosen. Santana, Artie and Brittany were able to find several rooms worth of furniture at the first two stores. We were able to find the stuff for our study, bookshelves, desks and chairs, at the Amish Furniture place. Kurt and Blaine made the decision to leave the study to us; they decided to create a study nook in their bedroom for Blaine, since Kurt's homework wouldn't exactly lend itself to a desk.

Then it was on to the next store, at Ashley Furniture we managed to find our living room soft furniture, sofas and chairs and loveseat…the next store was where we found the wood furniture for the living, dining and family rooms. We ended up at the Macy's furniture store and finally found the family room furniture. Santana, Britts and Arts found their bedroom furniture and Blaine found the desk and chair he liked for his study area. The day was fun, don't get me wrong, but it was long as hell. We finally finished just in time to have dinner with the family. Kurt and the other roommates came over and we were able to show the parents the furniture that we'd decided on. Mercy and Kurt were still arguing rather heavily about a plush zebra print chair that Mercy had fallen in love with. Finally Puck told Kurt, Mercy was getting her chair, it could stay in our bedroom to save his delicate sensibilities, but what our girl wanted, she was going to have.

After the visiting teens had headed home, and the kids were all in bed, Mercy, Noah and I sat around talking with the adults. We all listened as they told us about going off to college themselves. Dad told us a great story about how his father really didn't understand why Daddy 'just had to go all the way to Memphis for college'. "So when we got to Rhodes, Daddy took a long look around. He looked over at me and sighed. 'Well they sure as hell must know their architecture here, but that still don't mean that you needed to come all this way to go to school. It's like you was trying your damnedest to get away from the family' I couldn't tell him that I was. My family was crazy. There was no talkin' to any of them about anything other than sports, huntin' and the problems with the government. If I'd have honestly said that the problem with the government was that it kept forgetting that it has a real duty to all of its citizens not just the very rich, or that I really hated hunting and the only thing I wanted to do with my second amendment right was own one shot gun that may or may not work, just to scare off any prospective suitors for my future daughter. And the one time I said I liked playing football a lot more than talkin' about it, my Uncle Bubba acted like I had said out loud that the Confederate flag shouldn't be allowed to be flown in this country because it was a flag of treason…I may have thought it, but I wasn't foolish enough to say it out loud, not in my family. SO anyway, Dad helped me move my stuff in, and by help I mean he carried up the very lightest box and that was all. I trudged up and down the stairs of my dorm, must be a hundred times, because of course they put the freshmen in the oldest dorm on campus…there was no elevator, the lights went out whenever it stormed and you had to warn people if you were going to flush the toilet while they were in the shower. Anyway when I finally had gotten everything to my room, I look over at my dad, he'd completely rearranged my side…the side he had picked for me. Through his machinations, I'd somehow ended up in charge of both the air conditioner and the little refrigerator that came with the room. Daddy looks at me and said with a completely straight face. 'If you're gonna be this far from home, you can't come home every time your roommate gets on your nerves. If you're the one in control of the ac and the food, it gives you the stronger position when it comes to any and all negotiations.' I thought he was completely crazy, but you know what, when my hard rock loving roommate was running me crazy with his death metal, I was able to force him to remember his headphones just by turning down the heat every time he had that shit on twelve without them."

We all just about died laughing. Momma was rolling even harder than anyone else. When she got her breath back she said, "Til the day he died, your daddy blamed me for dragging you all the way to Memphis. I never had the heart to tell him that you were the one who decided where we went. And you picked that one because it was as far away from home as you could get and keep to in-state tuition." She chuckled. "I'm still not sure how he got your Mom to stay home rather than come with you."

"Cause he knew I'd be humiliated with all her caterwaulin', 'my baby…My baby's she was crying about me leaving for so long, that my sister, Darlene, dipped to our cousin Bodene's house and wouldn't come home until she stopped." Daddy defended.

"At least your mother let you know she was going to miss you. When our parents took Dani and me to Howard, my mom made up my bed, laid down on it and went the hell to sleep." Hell Bent said with a big grin. "Dani's dad told her that once he and my dad got her back to the car, she slept the whole way home too. But then again, Momma still has some issues with dealing negative emotions." They told us more, and we started figuring out some things, like Moms D had already priced out the cost of renting a U-Haul versus getting one of those you load, we drive companies. The dads all agreed that none of them wanted to drive the 'blasted U-Haul' so it was Moms D agreed to shift her focus to finding the best of the 'you load, we drive' people. We talked for a little while longer, until we realized that the next day might not be a 'school day, but it would start almost as early and be much hotter and therefore feel longer than a regular school day. We headed up to the bed and had a great, epically orgasmic quickie before going to bed.

The next morning, we got up, got showered and got dressed. I threw on a pair of khaki shorts and one of my Marvel shirts and watched as Mercy got her sexy on. She put on some cotton brief panties and a sports bra that did almost everything the lacy push up bra had done the day we went shopping. A pair of gray soft booty shorts and her Rogue sketch tank top followed. We went back to the bed and forced Noah, who had laid back down to 'air dry his junk' and fell back asleep, to get dressed. He threw on some basketball shorts and a white tank tee. We threw on our socks, tennis shoes, and grabbed out sunglasses, hats and sunscreen.

Graduation practice was a pain in the ass. It involved lining up over and over practicing complicated actions like walking and sitting and crossing the stage. Thankfully we all made our own fun. We talked about who was having parties that weekend and how many of us were going to hit the big graduation night part that was being held at Club Excess. There was no way any of us were going to miss it. I couldn't wait until I could see the outfit Mercy had put together. She swore up and down that Noah and I would not be able to resist her when we saw her in her party outfit. I decided not to point out that we couldn't resist her no matter what she wore.

They released us at twelve thirty. All the senior New Directions got together and headed to the mall and took over the food court. It was the only place where everyone could get exactly what they wanted to eat, and we could all still eat together. After lunch the girls decided to do some shopping so the guys hit the arcade. We headed up just in time to pick the kids up from school and head home. The next day we did it all over again. Friday was our last rehearsal and Saturday we were free until we had to report to the school for graduation at seven. Pretty much like prom, Mercedes showered and hit Veronica's early that afternoon, dragging Lauren with her. When they showed back up, both girls had their hair did and their mortarboards already in place. While all the girl were doing their beautification thing, we guys and the dads had a couple of great games of shirts versus skins basketball. The dads actually won the first game, so we divided them up. Without George or Benton, it was really easy to see that Dad was just a feeder. He was good at going up the lane and passing and finding the person in the best position to get the ball into their hands, but my old man couldn't even successfully do a layup. He was bad.

After the game, we went up and showered and dressed. It really wasn't until I was dressed in my khakis, white dress shirt and red tie waiting on Mercy and Puck to finish getting ready that the nerves hit me. Suddenly I was glad that Coaches Bieste, Sylvester and Chrustcheff, the hockey coach, made us practice things so many times. I was sure I'd be fine, but for some reason I couldn't shake the idea that something was going to go horribly wrong. Maybe I'd trip going up the stairs or something else truly embarrassing or maybe they would decide last minute that I really didn't have everything I needed to graduate. I was really starting to freak out when Mercy came out. Her dress was short, stopping above her knees; it was pure white with a straight cut, but not pencil, skirt and pulled in with a white band of satin around the waist. The top was sleeveless, and had a sweetheart neckline with illusion lace that went all the way up to her collarbones. Her hair was long and curly down her back with her cap already pinned in place. Her face was pretty fresh and clean, but she had on bright and shiny red lip gloss. She was wearing red patent leather thong sandals with cork details. Her toes were painted a matching, shiny red. Her only jewelry was her cross, her small hoop earrings and her watch. Looking at her hand, I knew that I couldn't wait until we could put a ring on that pretty little finger.

Puck was dressed just like me, we weren't trying to be one of those thruples, but the truth was we didn't really have a whole bunch of options. The parents and relatives had gone all out. A lot of Mercedes' relatives had shown up Friday night. Her great-uncles and aunts and cousins were all in the Wingate by Wyndham. Kev and Dev and Patrice and Tonya were up as well. I got to meet Ethan and Amanda's little boy. He was at his grandparents during the Family reunion. According to Ethan there was no reason for Adam to have to endure the Harrises until he was old enough to really be able to stand up and take care of himself.

My MeMaw had joined us that morning. She was going to stay the weekend, then go home after going to church with us. She and Mercy's Gramma Mae were staying at Becah's house with Bubbie Ruth, as I understand it, despite their age differences; all three of the grandmothers were getting along famously. And all three of them were dressed to the nines. Their grandbabies were graduating high school and they were all pleased as punch. Bubbie Ruth was looking fierce and fabulous in red, MeMaw was wearing a pretty pink floral church dress and Gramma Mae was wearing a matronly but cool purple dress.

After taking a whole lot of pictures in our caps and gowns, and cords for two of us; Mercy, Noah and I left before everyone else. We got to the school right on time and lined up. Then there was the wait. Thankfully the Junior Marshalls were walking around with cold water for us. Graduation started promptly at eight. Pomp and Circumstance filled the Titan Stadium as they had us all walk in the valedictorian and salutatorian were first followed by the top ten percent of the class in rank order walking two by two. Artie and Lauren were right behind Mike and that Rhonda girl, and Mercy was a few people behind them with Quinn and Santana both a few rows behind her. Mike and Rhonda were on the stage and the top ten percenters had the first three rows of each side of our chairs. Then the rest of us went in in alphabetical order, still in two columns. We split and filled in the two big banks of chairs. Each bank of chairs was composed of seven columns and twelve rows of chairs.

Once we were all seated, Brittany and Artie lead the invocation, which was entirely different from an invocation at church which was usually a prayer. But in America we don't pray in schools officially; though like my Momma loves to say as long as there are tests, there will always be prayer in schools. Anyway, instead of a prayer at school sponsored events, we had a moment of silence. In the south and Middle America, the moments of silence usually run a little bit long cause most of the people are actually praying. In McKinley High that moment of silence is a whole lot longer because you've gotta wait for Figgy Pudding, darn Puck and his infectious nicknames, to finish speaking with the Lord. After the seven minutes of silence, Figgins said a few words about how proud he was of us and how over fifty percent of the class was leaving Lima to attend college and how we had many going on to Ivy League schools.

When he finally sat down we senior gleeks were called to the stage. We sang our class song, as voted on by our whole class, Florence and the Machine's 'Shake It Out'. It was led by Mercy, Satan and Tina. God, they did an amazing job. We took our seats again and then it was time for our salutatorian to address us. Rhonda Mai did the usual bs-y speech about how our differences were what had made our class so strong. Her lack of honesty was pretty much the best part of her speech. It would have been even better if I'd had someone nearby to pick it apart with. It would have been better if she had just told the truth and pointed out that like half our class had been pathetic bullies and the good ones grew beyond that. That the other half had been the strong ones; the victims who didn't let the bullies drive them to suicide or a school shootin'. She could have told how even the victims had grown beyond that title. They were now well on the way to being the class success stories. That they had been the ones to help the 'good ones' of the bullies grow the hell up. But instead her speech talked about the deep and abiding friendships we'd discovered and the stereotypical 'lessons' we'd learned.

Then the 2012 National Champion New Directions did a rousing rendition of Gaga's 'Born This Way'. We didn't get to move around the stage as much, so Mike and Britts had come up with some new choreography that involved a lot less lateral and horizontal movement and concentrated on us moving just our bodies. When we took our seats this time, Mike stayed on stage and took the podium. "Good Evening Parents, Teachers, Family and Friends and Principal Figgins. Good Evening to the McKinley High class of 2013. I'm sure that many of my classmates are surprised to hear me speak as I tend to do so pretty rarely. In fact I tried to convince my friend Noah to give this speech for me. But he reminded me that if he cussed on the mike, Principal Figgins probably wouldn't give him his diploma, and since we all know Puck's mouth, I decided not to endanger his future and do this myself." He waited on the laughter to settle down before continuing. "I'd like to take a second and thank our teachers and administrators…you made us learn to take care of ourselves and to stand up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves." Yeah they did, by never actually doing their jobs. "To my classmates, from many of you I learned to cherish intelligence and to abhor stupidity. From others I learned the true meaning of friendship and kindness, of brotherhood and yes, love."

"But very soon, we're leaving the halls of McKinley High and all its joys and pains behind. We leave behind labels like jock and cheerio and puckhead and dorks. We leave behind rivalries like gleeks versus the hockey team, or gleeks versus the football team, those of us who weren't both anyway, or gleeks versus the Cheerios, those of them who weren't on both anyway. Wow, a lot of people hated the glee club. What was up with that? I think we were pretty awesome. But I kid; we'd already started to rise above that silliness this year. See that is what our high school journey was about growing up. We had to grow up and realize if we loved to sing or we loved to dance, then we had to stop letting what other people thought stop us and go ahead and do what we loved. We had to grow up and learn that allowing our differences to drive us apart was truly immature and amazingly stupid. Going out into the real world, we'll be putting those lessons to use. When it comes time to decide on a major or a career field, we'll already know to ask ourselves what it is we love to do. When it comes time to work on a group project or step into a diverse workplace, we'll understand that our differences are a lot less important than our similarities, that we're all human beings and we'll be able to find the common ground we need to live and work harmoniously."

Mike stopped looking at his notes and just started speaking from his heart. "I've made some incredible friends and found the woman whose love makes me realize that I can do or be anything. I've learned the true meaning of strength and courage. Next year, there will be a nation between me and most of the friends I've made…while I'll be at school in California, most of them will be in schools on the east coast. But those friendships will not falter, because we know that we gain the most strength together. Thanks to Skype and Facebook and Twitter, we don't have to lose contact. Thanks to our parents becoming close friends, I don't think we really can lose contact. One of those parents gave one of my friends some great advice. He told her that the future was a really scary place, and it was okay to give in to the fear for a moment or so. I want to take that a step further, it is okay to feel the fear, as long as you don't let that fear cripple you from moving forward. We are moving forward now. Soon we'll be high school graduates, then before you know it, we'll be college graduates, and then we'll enter the work force in our chosen professions. No matter what course our lives take we cannot allow fear to cripple us and stop us from making forward progress."

"We're going into the future and we're leaving behind the past. That's what we're usually told. My own father keeps saying something similar. I don't think so. I think that our past makes us who we are now and determines who we will be in the future. While we cannot allow the bad things that happen in the past be a drag on us keeping us from our future, we can take the good parts of the past forward with us. The friends we made here, the true ones, don't have to be and shouldn't be left behind. A long time ago, some very wise person said 'make new friends, but keep the old, for one is silver and the other is gold'. I say we harken back to that ideal as we move into our future, treasure our good memories and make new great ones. As we move forward into our future, let's take with us the best memories of the past; let's also learn from our previous mistakes. For 'those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it'. So let's move forward and make our marks on the world. We are the future and our time begins now. We are the future and the future belongs to us."

We were all on our feet clapping and cheering. It was an awesome speech. It spoke truths, but not in a way that alienated anyone, it gave them the chance to look at their faults and see where they had begun to grow and where they needed to go. Poor Mike was blushing so hard his cheeks were giving off enough heat I could feel it six rows back. He took his seat and Kurt took the stage. Part of his role as the class president was to present us as candidates for graduation. After Kurt completed the Presentation of Graduates, the Principal stood and gave his recommendation that we be allowed to graduate. Then Superintendent Chalmers accepted us as graduates. After that, Figgins had asked Mercedes to sing Vitamin C's 'Graduation Song' before the Keynote Address.

The Keynote Address was Mr. Martinez. He stood and gave a great speech about redefining the word special. He pointed out that for our generation, we'd been raised in a world where everyone was told and taught that they were special. Where every kid on the team got MVP trophies, lest someone's self esteem suffer. Since the word no longer has meaning, we need to redefine it and find what made us really stand out, what really made us extraordinary. He told us that we were destined for greatness, but only if we weren't afraid to try to attain it; only if we were tenacious and determined enough to keep trying to attain it until we achieved it. He reminded us that life was not, nor had it ever been fair. Mr. Martinez explained that it was what we did with the slings and arrows that were thrown our way. That how we responded to the vagaries of life were what would ultimately decide if our future was bright and shiny, or dull and boring. "Opportunity rarely knocks twice, and if it does knock three times, you are very blessed; so whenever you see what you believe is a truly amazing opportunity, be ready to grab it. Grab it and bend it to your will. Only that can make you extraordinary."

Again a standing ovation was given to our speaker. After that the principal, the superintendent and a few of the teachers, including Shelby and Sue and of course Coaches Bieste and Chrustcheff presented us with our diplomas, which were actually just the cases, we had to wait to get the diplomas themselves until after the ceremony ended. It was their way of making sure that we all behaved ourselves. After they called the last of us, which since Lauren was in the upper ten percent was Sharon Yeoman, we turned our tassels and were led in the benediction by Seth McAfferty and Jessica Merlot, our senior class treasurer and recorder, lead the benediction, which again barely lived up to the name, and we were officially graduates rather than seniors. It was a really heady feeling.

Of course, despite the announcements that parents and guests would be joined by the graduates in the stands after they received their diplomas, the parents and family members all swarmed over the field. I looked over and saw that James was the first of the non grads to reach their graduate. He picked Quinn up and spun her around like he was coming back from the war. Her laughter was loud enough to ring across the stadium. I made it Puck and Mercy just a few moments later. Puck had gotten there first by utilizing the very expedient method of moving the chairs out of his way rather than going around them. They were kissing so hot and heavy; I couldn't resist watching them for a long moment. When they broke apart, they turned and pulled me into their embrace as well. All too soon we were joined by our families. I think every Jones we'd met at Eaglewood had shown up for Mercy's walk across the stage. Her Uncle Bryant had popped up as had her Uncle Christophe…Christophe Jones was totally enraptured by our relationship. The last time someone had asked so many deep and meaningful questions about my lovers and me, they'd ended up in a similar relationship soon thereafter.

We were all talking, taking in the congratulations the family was giving us, and slowly realizing we were probably one of the biggest groups on the field. When you consider that Mercy has about forty people here just for her, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. We finally were able to gather together all the families of the NYC roommates and, of course, Lauren and her family, Quinn, James, and Francine, and of course Aidan; and we were heading to the table for us to collect our real diplomas when we heard two kind of, sort of familiar voices calling Mercy, Noah and my names. The family cleared the way so that we could see who was calling us. I, for one, was completely shocked to see Jade Oliver and Tory Vega walking towards us.

"Whoa…I mean. Good evening." I started to greet them.

Mercedes started to speak at the same time. "Mrs. Oliver, Ms. Vega, to what do we owe the honor of your presence at our graduation?"

Of course what they probably heard over those two polite greetings was Puck's startled "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well the world's most annoying little birdie came by my office this morning. She had the most interesting thing to tell me." Then 'Call me Jade, Mrs. Oliver is my perky, annoyingly polite mother-in-law' launched into the best old west damsel in distress but not at all accurate for who she was trying to emulate imitation of Ms. Vega. After telling us that Tory had popped up and told her to get her stuff together they were flying out in three hours to go and make a very important delivery; she whipped three thick envelopes out of somewhere, as if by magic and passed them to us, either she remembered our names, or she was relied on that scary intelligence level of intelligence that made her seem like a mix of Santana and Artie with some Tina thrown in for gothy flavor; because she gave us each the right envelope. "Tory wanted to give them to you…technically she was probably supposed to since she is the Juilliard rep, but we went to high school together, she knew better than to fight me on it.

I looked down at the envelope in shock. I must have looked deranged. For five eternal minutes, I stood there looking from the envelope to Jade and back again. I heard Noah ask the question my mouth couldn't form. "Are these what the hell I think they are?"

"If you mean, are those your admission packets for Juilliard? Then yeah, they are what the hell you think they are. And let me tell you the rumor around the school is that when Dr. Bollinger found out that you three were waitlisted and had paid your tuition deposits at NYU too; he read Dr. Polisi the riot act." She summarized with a smirk.

"Oh my God." Mercedes finally said smiling brightly.

"Okay, I'm gonna need you to put the smile away, in case you couldn't tell from the hair and the black infused wardrobe…I don't do bright and sunny. Damn girl, do you just have a dentist on call just to keep your teeth white. I think you blinded me." The dark haired woman grumbled.

"Actually, we're her dentists, as well as her parents, so I guess she kind of does have her dentist on call." Benton said with a giddy laugh.

"Oh my God…we have to tell everyone." I murmured.

"Son, don't worry. I'm pretty sure they all know." Daddy laughingly teased. It was only then that I realized that all of our New Direction friends had clustered around us. They looked as happy for us as we were for ourselves. But our siblings reached us first. Kevon picked me up like I weighed less than Mara. He spun me around and I think I saw that Devon had done the same for Noah. Santana and Brittany had materialized from somewhere and they, Tessa, Triple S, Tonya, Patrice and the Moms had all surrounded our beautifully happy Mercy and they were hopping up and down shrieking at the top of their lungs.

"Is this going to take long? Because I have to admit all that happiness is pretty much making me nauseous." Jade said with a wicked grin.

Daddy and Hell Bent laughed. "So, I guess if we invited the two of you to join our family for a fully catered graduation dinner…you say no to avoid all the happiness that your actions in delivering those packets has wrought."

Tory laughed. "Oh you've got her now. Jade loves free food. I'm not sure if it's the free or the food part, but you put them together and you've got her hooked."

"We thank you for your very gracious invitation. We would be honored to attend your family's dinner." Jade said cutting a sharp glare at her friend.

"Cool, if you aren't old yet, you're free to join us at the teen club for the after party too." Santana said with a big ass grin.

"Sorry chica…I don't go to any club that doesn't serve alcohol…I'm only twenty-three the novelty hasn't worn off yet." Tory said with a grin.

Santana shrugged unconcerned. "That's fine, I doubt I'd want to party with the babies if I could get into a legit club either."

No one could argue with their logic, so Momma turned attention to logistics. "Why don't you two ladies rise with Mercy, Noah and Sam? They can bring you back to your car after dinner. Less chance of you getting lost." Both of the ladies agreed with her sentiment and we were off.

Since there were so many of us, a regular restaurant just wasn't a viable option. Instead, Artie's, Brittany and Santana's had rented a hall. Burt, Carole and the Andersons had handled the catering and we were having a huge family dinner at the Veterans Memorial Convention Center in their West Hall. When we got into the room, we saw that it had been arranged in a fan formation with a long head table. The room was beautifully decorated in black white and red with silver 'Class of 2013' balloons and table toppers. The room was set up for a sit down dinner; I think I was kind of expecting a buffet. In fact a buffet would have been great. I was starving. But Burt had had a hand in the catering, he knew teenage boys better than most since he had been one and was still in the process of raising two. He and Mr. Abrams directed the graduates to the head table where there were ten chairs waiting on us. Someone had done place cards for us and sat us at the table arranged by romantic entanglement. So Mercy, Noah and I were together with Mercy in the middle, right where she belonged. I noticed that Kurt and Blaine were next to us, with Lauren and Finn next to them then the table was finished off with the other thruple at the other end with Artie in the middle of his girls.

Since the parents were here, we all stayed on our best behavior, light kisses and small non erotic for the viewers touches. We were served dinner not long after we got there. The first course was a nice salad. It had lots of greens and baby spinach, sliced olives of every color I'd ever seen and a few I didn't know existed, grape tomatoes, red, yellow and orange pepper slivers and matchstick carrots. We could pick from balsamic vinaigrette, Italian, Catalina and ranch dressings. While the food was brought to us there was a huge drink bar with plain and strawberry lemonade, regular tea, unsweet tea, peach, pomegranate and raspberry flavored teas and s whole slew of different soda options. Rather than all three of us going, I told Noah and Mercy to chill out. I walked over and grabbed Puck a 'pop', got Mercy some strawberry lemonade and some tea for myself and headed back to the table. After the salad course was finished, the waiters cleared the salad plates and forks and gave us all a little while to chat and talk.

I looked around the room Bubbie Ruth was chatting with Jade Oliver and Mills. Tory was talking with Patrice and Tonya and their lesser halves. The moms were all together talking happily. Tessa and Aidan were having fun playing with Triple S, and I felt a weird pain sing through me. I realized that by the end of the summer everything would be completely different. We'd come home for visits, but our lives would be in New York and on tour buses for the next few years. My baby brother or sister would be fond of me but not know me the same way Stevie and Stacey did. The pain ramped up to almost physical proportions when I realized that in just a little over ninety days I'd be leaving my first babies behind. I mean, I'd always known that since they belonged to Mom and Dad, I probably wouldn't be able to smuggle them out of the house with me when I went to college, but still the thought of not seeing them every day; of not being here to give Stevie advice when he had a crush that broke his heart…of not being here to hold the punk who broke Stacey's heart over a dumpster and threaten to drop him in; it made my heart ache.

Mercy leaned closer and kissed me softly. "It just hit you didn't it? How much everything is going to change?"

I nodded sadly. "I just want to pack them in our boxes and take them with us." I pouted.

"We can't do that." She chuckled. "But we can skype with them a couple of times a week. Be there for them as much and as often as we can. And be there for each other when the missing them becomes too much."

"Ooohh…so you're gonna comfort me whenever I get homesick?" I asked with a lecherous smile.

Her answering grin was just dirty. "I think I'll be able to distract you for a while." She drawled sexily. "I had my moment the other night; your dad told me his hadn't hit him 'til he was in his dorm. You had yours tonight…when do you think Noah's will hit him?"

"Yeah, Puck will be like Dad until they get in the car and get ready to drive off without him…he won't make the connection that he has to let George and Jake take care of Sarah and Tessa and Becah." I theorized.

She nodded just as Puck leaned over and proved us both wrong. "I cannot believe that we have to leave our people behind. How long do you think it would take the moms to realize it if we kept Triple S and Tessa with us when we move to NYC?"

"Well we'd probably have more time if they are driving rather than flying…but how would we keep them?" I said seriously.

"Hey what about Amara and Amaea? I want to keep them too." Mercy pouted charmingly.

"Yeah, but Triple S and Tessa go to school…which is free…we'd have to put Mae and Mara in daycare. That costs money…lots of money in a place like Manhattan." Noah reasoned. "Besides, Mara and Maea are still breast feeding. While you do have to most bodacious tits I've ever seen, they aren't baby functional yet."

"Yeah, we like to suck them for a whole different reason right now…but don't think you're gonna keep us off of them once we do have a baby or two either." I warned with what I thought was a pretty sensual growl.

Unfortunately before our sexy lady could give us her come back, the waiters arrived with dinner. I didn't know if the parents placed individual orders or if they picked from a few things and had them served to different people, I just knew that whoever told them what to serve to who knew me very well indeed. My plate contained six perfectly fried whole chicken wings and a golden fried breast. The meat was accompanied by green beans with ham, and a heaping helping of mashed red potatoes and gravy. I looked over at Puck's plate and he had three largish pork chops that looked perfectly seasoned and sautéed. His vegetable was almost identical to mine, except his green beans were flavored with little slivers of almonds. He also had buttered red potatoes with parsley and chives to round out his meal. I allowed my eyes to find Mercy's setting. She had a more moderate serving of an awesome looking shrimp pasta dish with fettuccini noodles, white cream sauce and shrimp so big they looked like prawns. Alongside the main entrée, she had a large serving of roasted vegetables. Looking around I noticed that most people had one of those three entrees. The only exceptions were the under fifteen crowd who had three to five fried or grilled chicken tenders, broccoli with cheese sauce and French fries. The under five set had, well, the twins had their usual nighttime meal of breast milk thickened with a little bit of baby rice cereal and Beth had two grilled chicken fingers, plain broccoli and plain green beans.

By the time we all finished eating; we were all ready to get our dance on. I mean, I knew that I needed to dance from the second we hit the floor 'til the moment we left to work off my dinner. But the dinner wasn't quite over with. As the waiters boxed left overs and cleared dinner plates, the caterers from Romer's Events were setting up a dessert bar. The bar contained five large, thick, New York style cheesecake; one was topped by strawberries, one by blueberries, one by chocolate and the other two were blank. There was a Turtle Cake that was actually a rich chocolate cake with caramel layers topped with cool whip, and nuts. There was an ice cream sundae bar for the kiddies, and apparently my mother. The final dessert offering, other than a huge fruit salad which I didn't count as a real dessert, was a big sheet cake that said 'Congratulations Graduates' and had all of our names on it.

I laughed a little when I noticed that both Santana and Jade had gotten a big piece of everything offered. The only other people to get that sugar happy were Lauren and Finn who each got a piece of cheesecake and a piece of the Turtle Cake. Mercy had gotten small samplings of the cheesecakes; Puck had gone immediately for the chocolate so I made us a sundae. We got back to the table and had a blast making sure that we'd all sampled everything. There is something amazingly sensual about feeding your lovers. By the time we finished I was so ready to skip the club and hit the sheets hard. But when I said as much to my lovers, Mercy reminded us that she'd already bought the passes for the night. So we needed to get there. I guess the Lord heard my plea to get this show on the road so we can get to makin' love because the next thing I knew, we were all being bundled out of the room. I was a little surprised to realize that it was only ten o'clock. Mercedes rushed us home and we used Stevie and the twin's bathroom to shower so Mercy could get ready faster.

Forty minutes after we'd gotten home from the dinner, Puck and I had helped Moms D and Hell Bent to get the babies washed and in crib. We were chilling on the soft wearing some cargo's, Noah's olive green and mine a darker khaki, I was rocking what Puck called a smedium graphic tee. It was cool, a lighter khaki colored background, with Captain America, Spidey, Wolverine, the Silver Surfer, Iron man and the Incredible Hulk on the front with Marvel in bold red writing above their images. Noah's shirt was just all him. It was tight and showed off his guns, it was a similar shade of olive and had the words 'Don't Panic….I have enough Swag for all of us' written across it in blocky letters. I was kind of feeling like I understood Brad Paisley better while we were waiting on Mercy to come down so we could go party.

But when she finally came strutting down those stairs, she was worth every second. Her feet were kind of shod in some sexy, ridiculously high heeled, black sandals that had just two straps, one showing off her sexy red pedicured little toes, the other wrapped around her deceptively delicate ankle. Then her thick, smooth, sexy legs were bare all the way up to what had to be only two or three inches from her promise land. Her black skirt was short and flirty and twirly. I was able to catch a peek of purple and black lace as she came down the stairs and my mouth started to water more than it had over that amazing friend chicken earlier. Her top just made the situation in my pants more dire. It hugged her hips and came up over her tummy in a faux wrap look that gave her a deeeeeep V neckline and the bright purple color made her skin shine and glow. Her tits, oh merciful and abundant God….they were sitting up huge and high and proud with a cute little gold and purple chain across them. She had finally taken her cap off allowing her curls to bounce free and happily around her shoulders and down her back. Her face was as clear of product as I could remember seeing it for a night out, which meant she was determined to get her dance on all night. All she wore was some shiny, glossy, sexy deep purple lipstick that I was already imagining seeing on Puck's neck and my dick.

I could feel my naughty side coming out. My 'hormonal imbalance' as Shelby called it, was rearing its ugly head. I forced myself to take several deep breaths and tried to beat it into submission. Mercedes reached into her little purple sparkly clutch and pulled out three black rubber wrist bands. For the Graduation Party, graduating seniors were given the chance to pre-purchase their 'tickets' for the night. If they brought proof their college admission they got the black bands and for the price of admission they would be able to eat and drink all night at no extra cost. If they were just a graduating senior without the college admission letter, they got a navy blue one that got them just unlimited drinks all night. The best part had to be that when we got there, we were given the VIP treatment; we bypassed the line and were ushered straight in.

The rest of the night was spent dancing and playing and chilling with each other and our friends. After we'd been enjoying ourselves for about two hours, we found ourselves sitting all alone at our darkened table. Mercedes was sitting between us looking flushed and a little sweaty from all our dancing. I slid my hand off the table to the soft skin of Mercy's thick little thigh. It took very little cajoling to have her legs spread wide enough for my fingers to find her wet, slippery, tight little pussy, barely hidden behind her panties. I immediately slid my fingers past the lace and started to pull wetness up from her soaking opening to play with her clit. Soon my fingers were joined by Puck's. With bout of us working her pretty pussy, she was flooding our hands with the evidence of her orgasm in no time flat. As I felt her start to tighten as she reached the brink, I leaned over and whispered, "Not a sound. Don't let a single sound escape you Baby…or Puck and I will stop." I saw Santana staring at us and I couldn't resist adding, "Look Baby, Santana's over there watching us make you cum." That was the catalyst for the biggest 'non penetrative' orgasm I've ever seen her have.

When she finally finished shakin' and quiverin' between us, Noah and I pulled our hands from her drenched panties and licked those bad boys clean. Santana made her way over to us and I asked her to make sure our little sister made it home. She reminded me that we couldn't exactly return to the house in my current condition. Thankfully she suggested an alternate location we could sate my demon at. Noah drove us out to the lake. In the back I already had Mercedes naked and impaled before we got a block away from Club Exxcess. We went through every emergency stash of condoms we had between us, including one none of us remembered hiding in the glove box. We finally made it home after watching the sunrise over the lake.

It was the perfect way to cap off an amazing night. Best of all, Mercy and Noah both had their voices back by the next night. Because she would have killed me if she had missed out on one of the coolest things that had ever happened in her life.


Continued in the next chapter...

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