Growing Ensemble
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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Chapter 45 B
Time of Your Life (Cont.)
Santana PoV

I do not think that we could have had a better graduation experience. I mean the ceremony wasn't hella long. That Rhonda chick's speech was boring as hell and I kind of wanted to lob a balloon filled with chocolate pudding into her face, but Mike's speech was good. I mean I'd have named names and told assholes all about themselves, but that's not who Boy Chang is. After the surprise visit from the waitlist fairy; my family, all twenty-five of those here and my Abuela and two Tias who flew in from New York, and the families of the people I was going to spent the next four years living with, headed to the dinner the parents arranged for us Graduates. I was a high school graduate; never had to let Sue Sylvester piss me off without retaliation ever again, never again have to deal with the idiots at McKinley, never have to step foot into that damn school again if I don't choose to…that was a truly epic thing. After the dinner; where I ate whatever the hell I wanted to, completely obliterating Sue Sylvester's dietary restrictions…I sampled every single piece of dessert they had and ate an entire plate of really awesome shrimp pasta; I went home and poured myself into a great little red and black bandage dress, then took it off and slipped into one of my mother's spanks slips and put the dress back on. Damn delectable, rich, cheesecake. I put on my ultra-high, black sandals grabbed my purse and rushed down stairs. I texted Brittany and Artie to see who was going to drive, turned out it was going to me. My dad lent me his Cayenne and I headed over to pick up my honeys. I hit Artie's first and he came out rocking some khakis, with a tee shirt that read 'Missing Schrodinger's Cat. Reward if found: Nobel Prize, a huge check and possible deification. Must be able to prove the cat is his.' His dad helped him into the SUV and we went to get our boo, Brittany. She came running out before I could even text her. She was looking sexy and Britts in a lime green body con dress that was sleeveless and had no back. Her shoes were even higher than mine and shiny, mirror looking silver. Her legs were entirely too fucking sexy they were long and bare and fuck that dress was short as hell. I'm gonna have to keep my eye on my girl. Artie was thinking the same thing. But we knew that people could hit on her all they wanted, she wasn't going anywhere.

We got to the club and were able to breeze right in since my cousin who had gotten a job here as a bouncer had told me about the black band deal. Best of all, he'd only made me pay for Artie's and Britts' bracelets. Mercedes and her guys had beaten us there and were already on the floor with C-Cubed and Finnocence and El Gigante. So the three of us joined them. I had pretty much danced enough to have worked off the multitude of desserts I'd eaten, but even worse, I needed to pee like a mutherfucking race horse. I shooed my friends back to their dancing. I was a big girl, I could pee without accompaniment. As I was headed into the bathroom, a blonde was coming out. Something about her struck me as both familiar and strange. The dual feeling told me exactly who she was and why she was hiding her face with her hair. "Wow, Hobbit," I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back into the bathroom. I could tell from her face that she was shocked I had recognized her so immediately and easy, and scared as hell of what I might do. "One would think that you'd have figured out after getting arrested in Chicago that stalking us was bad for you. But you know what? I'm kind of glad you are. You know my feelings have been hurt. I mean, every time you pop up, it's almost like you go out of your way to avoid me. Are you avoiding me, Gay Berry?"

"First of all I wasn't arrested. I was simply detained until my fathers could come and get me." Rachel said smugly. "Of course I am avoiding you. I still don't understand how someone could have thought that you have more vocal talent than I, let alone Tina. You probably slept with the judges."

I shook my head and got all up in her face. "Look you selfish, self-centered, lame-ass, wannabe diva from hell, first of all I don't sleep with anyone not named Arthur Steven Abrams or Brittany Susan Pierce, haven't in almost a year. Second of all, I can sing circles around you in my fucking sleep…you know why…because you can only successfully sing a very limited kind of music. But even more than that, those judges knew that Tina and I deserved it. Don't know how they knew that we deserved it for putting with your bullshit and condescension and arrogance, but they knew that having the National Championship judges decided that me and Tina and Mercedes were all just fucking better than you was exactly what the three of us deserved."

She looked so disdainful, so self-righteous. "You deserved to die of an incurable STD. You do not deserve a national vocal championship…even tying for second place. None of you deserve what should rightfully be mine."

"Guess I don't deserve to have gotten into twice as many colleges as you did. Oh yeah. I know exactly which schools you got into. I mean, could you have had a worse fucking password than 'goldstar#1' for every single account. You fucked the pooch on the NYADA audition. Juilliard kicked you to the curb. You couldn't get into The New York Conservatory for Dramatic Arts, Manhattan College, or American Academy of Dramatic Arts. I'd say it was fucking sad, but I find it really, really fucking hilarious." I taunted. I just needed to get her pissed enough to try me, then I could go all in on her ass like I'd wanted to for years. And there was no one there to stop me.

"That is a gross invasion of privacy. I should have you arrested." She got all puffy as she got angry.

I laughed in her face. "Prove I did anything. Public computer, the sites accessed with the correct username and password and on the very first try every time. Hell you had no clue until I just told you and even you can't be stupid enough to think that I would admit to that shit in front of the po-po. To be honest the fact that you got into Tisch made me almost decide to go to Columbia and Juilliard instead, but Brittany reminded me how much I would enjoy showing you up on an almost constant basis. Besides Cede, Puck and Sam can prove to those Juilliard dicks that all musical expression is valid and not just Le Catalogue and opera." I giggled at the look of true revulsion on her face. "Yup all three of them got in, so did Kurt. Granted he decided to go to NYADA since that program is more in line with where he wants to go in the future…You know, you got into AMDA, but you decided to go to Tisch, the school with the vocal program designed by the man noted for discovering and developing some of the greatest voices in R&B and popular music. It's funny. I never realized that you hate you almost as much as I hate you."

She looked taken aback. "I don't know what you are talking about. I love me. I am an almost perfect person. I excel at so many different things it is almost impossible to correctly state them all. I am filled with moral turpitude. I have amazing vocal and dancing talent. I have beauty and poise and I'm demure."

I scoffed. "You mean moral pulchritude…but then again, you actually just told the truth. There is nothing morally good about you. Your voice is good, but, contrary to what you seem to believe, it isn't the best there's ever been. You dance like a half rotten zombie trying to do the monster mash. The only thing beautiful about you, well it was your hair, but you killed that one good trait, didn't you? As for how 'poised' you are, please refer back to my statement about your dancing ability. No one who has ever said 'I'm demure' has actually been demure." God I hoped I had the patience to wait until she got pissed off enough to get froggy. I didn't want to get bounced for hitting her first. "You know, Dwarf, I've gotta ask a question? What are you even doing here? Carmel's graduation was last week. Shouldn't you be looking for a summer job, or starting to get organized for your move to the city of your dreams? Why the hell did you come to this club on this night when you knew that you would probably run into one of us…the people who vary from mild dislike to absolute 'wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire' hatred?"

She tried to look intimidating. "I came because this is where I belong. I should never have let Mercedes and her whorish ways run me out of my school. The New Directions were my creation. I should have stood my ground and took my choir back."

"Oh please…if Mercedes is a whore, what are you, the friggin Virgin Mary? The only thing you have in common with Sante Maria is that you're both Jewish. Oh and FYI, two lovers in her life time does not a whore make. Plus, Mercedes didn't run you out of your school; you did that shit to yourself. We wouldn't have welcomed you in the New Directions, but you didn't have to leave. I was kind of hoping that you would have been there. I could have beaten your ass on the daily until I finally got bored with seeing you bruised, battered and crying at my feet."

"Of course, you wanted to resort to violence." Rachel scoffed.

"Yeah, and throwing a lamp wasn't resorting to violence." I shot back with a big smile. "You are a no talent hack, an ugly, troll of a hypocrite. I was kind of hoping that you'd throw a punch or do something that would let me beat the breaks off of you. I was going to press assault charges and everything…but I want you to suffer as long as I can draw it out. You can blame whoever you like for my hatred of you, but the simple truth is that you have so brought my loathing upon yourself…actually Mr. Schue did help by making sure that none of the rest of us got our moments in the spotlight, but mainly it was you always trying to shove the rest of us to the back of the stage so you could bask in the glory you felt only you deserved." She opened her mouth to say something bullshitty back so I cut her off. I opened the door and told her to get out. "Leave before I beat your ass and swear you hit me first on general principle."

She scurried from the room and I handled my business. Washing my hands, I turned to leave and ran into Tessa. "So, I ran into that Rachel girl as I was coming back here. She is a really ugly crier." She said casually as she headed into the stand.

"That's how you know the tears are real." I laughed. "Did she say some shit to you to?"

"Naw, I don't think she even remembers who I am." Tessa said honestly. "I probably wouldn't remember her if she hadn't pulled that shit at that douchebag's sentencing."

"Alright…let's get back and make sure that that stupid ho' doesn't harsh Cede's calm." I suggested. We headed back out to find that nothing could have fucked with Mercedes Jones that night. She was sitting at the table her eyes glazed over and both Puck and Sam each only had one hand visible. Her headlights were on such a high beam, I could see them from half way across the dance floor. I watched as Sam leaned over and said something into her ear. She shivered and pressed her lips together. Trouty had some balls on his ass, not only was he engaging in lewd and lascivious behavior in a teen club, but he was doing so with impunity. When their girl calmed down, both of her men pulled their hands up from under her skirt and licked their fingers clean.

By the time I reached their table, Sam was pulling Mercedes to her feet. "Santana, we'll see you tomorrow at the picnic. I'm gonna take Noah and Mercy home. "Can you make sure that Tessa gets home okay and let everyone else know we're out?"

I looked him in the eye, "Sure Sam, but you know you're looking a little crazy there…you okay?"

He licked those big ass lips. "I'm just fine Tana. I'll be even better when I can get my lover's alone."

"How are you gonna do that? All three of the houses in your family are filled to the gills." I pointed out. "Last time I saw you with that look in your eyes, Cede and Noah had no voice by glee…You planning on waking the twins?"

He gave me one hell of a glare. I was almost worried…for half a second. "I'll think of something."

"Yeah well, good luck with that." I teased but let them peace out. I went back to dancing with my man and my woman. We partied until they turned on the club lights signaling that we didn't have to go home, but we had to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately the same problem I'd pointed out to Sam, lack of privacy in his homes, was a problem for us as well. Artie's cousin Howard and his wife Bernadette were staying in his Art-Cave's living room, so we couldn't get down there. Brittany was sharing her room with one of her cousins, who was in for the ceremony. We didn't even have that much extra room and the Casa d' Lopez had five bedrooms. After talking to Aidan and making sure that he was giving Tessa a ride home, I decided to take Artie and Britts to the lake before I took them home. When we got there, we found that Sam had figured out somewhere to go after all.

That Tahoe was rocking and every now and then Puck or Cedes or Sam's voice would ring out through the summer night. Thankfully Artie and Britts both wanted to see if we could out do our soon to be roommates. In the end, I am ashamed to admit that when we rolled out, completely sated and kind of hoarse, the Tahoe was still rocking with the rhythm of their love making and the screams were still escaping it. I couldn't wait to get a chance to let that knowledge drop to Cede's big brothers and cousins the next day at the picnic. I had asked my mom why we were doing so many huge group activities, rather than spending time just the family. She had laughed and pointed out that with the way our group's romantic relationships were all so tangled, it was just easier that way.

I don't know what she was talking about the group's relationships were pretty straight forward. Me, Arts and Britts…Cede, GuppyLips and Puck…the Jolly Green Giant and L-Boogie, the Fairy and the Rich Boy, Boy and Girl Asian, then there was Que and Mandingo…Of course it wasn't possible to invite Commune somewhere with inviting Red and her boytoy. Plus if you were doing something family oriented and you were inviting both Puck and Que, you had to invite Mama Yentl and Beth, which meant inviting the finest piece of Hispanic ass to ever walk the halls of McKinley High, other than myself of course. Whenever we invited Shels and Mr. Martinez, it seemed like we had to include Coach Bieste and her new boyfriend, Mr. 'I can bench press a building' and Coach Sue. If we were inviting all of them because of their connections to the group then it was only fair to invite Baby Puck. My head started to hurt as I got my Madre's point. God, no wonder this picnic thing was so huge we had to rent out the local state park.

Fortunately, I didn't have to help much with the site set up. Dalton's graduation was that morning and it started at ten. Since Mandingo had become one of us by laying the pipe to Queen Quinn and getting that bitch to finally mellow out, we were all going with her to watch him get his diploma. Thankfully, Retha had said it was cool for the thruples to ride over together in her Tahoe since Mom and Dad had errands to run and needed his Cayenne. I woke up entirely too early for how late I was out the night before, and got dressed. I wasn't in the mood for red, and it was way too hot for anything dark, plus we were heading to the picnic right after the graduation, James and his family were invited too, so I knew I had to dress appropriately for both events. I looked through my closet and found a teal colored halter topped jumpsuit. I showered and took care of my beauty regiment and put it on with a pair of black wedge sandals to match the black belt around my waist. When Commune showed up, I was ready to go.

Mercedes had swung through and grabbed Brittany and Artie already, which made sense since I was on the way to Dalton, and she came to those two's houses before she got near mine. Like me Britts was rocking a cute little jumpsuit. Hers was strapless and printed with cropped asymmetrical legs and patch work pink and teal countyfied print all over it. Her wedges were golden brown and made me think of a basket of onion rings, or that may have been because I'd slept late and had to skip breakfast. I checked Artie out. He was rocking almost the same thing he'd worn for graduation, khaki slacks, a white button down shirt and a blue tie rather than the red. I noticed in a more abstract kind of way that Puck and Trouty were dressed pretty much the same way. Retha was rocking a dress that looked like she should be heading for a day at the Kentucky Derby. Her dress was bright blue with tiny white polka dots on the front and bright white on the back. The dress had a deep ass surplice neckline that Mercedes expansive tatas filled like nobody's business. Her hair was pulled back in a neat chignon and she looked way too pretty to have gotten as little sleep as I know she did.

"So Wide Ass Whitney…thanks for giving us a lift. I know that you guys had a late night." I said with a big smile. She just lifted her hand and flicked me off. "Awww now, Wheezy, is that any way to treat your friend. I mean…I'm the one that told Samantha where you guys could go last night. Shouldn't you be thanking my ass?" My phone chimed and I checked my text message. 'You'se a bitch, Santana.' But it wasn't from Mercedes, it was from Puck. "So I take it you three don't have voices today." I laughed. My text chime went off again. 'Sam can speak; he's just stuck in southern Sam mode for now.' I laughed my ass off the rest of the ride.

When we got there, Headmul and Blah and Finessa and El-Gigante had already arrived. "We waited on you so we could take you in. Here the families all sit in prearranged sections, and we didn't want you to have to look for us. The six of you are the last of our set to show up. James' mom, sisters and uncle are already seated with some of James' underclass friends and the rest of us who came." Kurt explained as he ushered us forward.

"Wow, his illustrious uncle that you won't tell us who he is?" I poked. At Hummel's glare I just laughed. "Sorry, just filling in for Ms. Nosy over there…she can't really talk."

Lauren smirked. "Sam having that little hormone problem again?"

Both Puck and Mercedes nodded. Surprisingly, Sam just smirked rather than looking all bashful. "You guys might as well get used to it. I'm not planning on letting those two out of our room on weekends for at least the first month or so after we move in."

I laughed. Ain't Shit Sam is always so amusing. "Damn Kid, could your accent be any thicker." This time he flicked me off.

"You're gonna keep that finger to yourself Sam…Wifey can flick my Devil Doll off all she wants…it's her privilege as my sister from another mister, but I can't have no dude, bro or not, basically telling my girl to go fuck herself." Artie said bowing up a little.

Sam looked at Artie and smiled charmingly. "You're right Art-man. It was downright disrespectful to you and Brittany to flick off your woman." He turned to glare at me. "Instead I should have told the two of you to get control of your woman." He teased.

"Ain't no controlling me." I said with a glare of my own. "I'm perfect just the way I am." We entered the section with people I actually knew. I almost stopped dead in my tracks, but I didn't want to get all stupid and fangirly. James' so rich and famous uncle was Mr. Act Like Lady himself, Steve Harvey. Kurt introduced us all with a grin as he saw my and Mercedes reaction.

"Well I didn't realize that little Jimmy would meet such beautiful young ladies at his all boys boarding school." Mr. Harvey joked.

"That was my fault." Blaine chuckled. "When I transferred to be with Kurt, James made me promise to take him with me to the football games."

"That kid loves him some football. The main reason he hated leaving his old school was because he didn't want to leave behind his team." The older black gentleman nodded.

"Yeah, well football loves him back. One look at him and McKinley's coach started salivating." I laughed remembering the look on Bieste's face.

Mr. Harvey introduced us to his nephew, one of James' cousins and a few other relatives. Que was busy trying to make a good impression on the family. She was in her best dress and looking all angelic. If they only knew…she could be a bigger bitch than me when the mood struck her. I shook off those thoughts as Artie rolled into the wheelchair space and Britts took the two seats immediately to his left. Mercedes and her guys took three seats a few rows up. We'd been nearly exactly on time. So there wasn't much time to talk before the ceremony started. It was way too familiar since I'd basically heard it all the night before. I checked out mentally only thinking hard enough to be able to stand and yell with everyone else as Mandingo's name was read. Of course, when they tell snooty parents to let the kids come to them, it actually happens, so we were stuck waiting. While we were waiting, something struck me as odd. "Mr. Harvey…James is your nephew, but his last name is Gibbs?"

"Actually James is my great nephew. His grandmother," he gestured to a woman about ten years his senior, "is my oldest sister. His father was her eldest son." He explained nicely. "Lee was a damn fine man. Wanted nothing more than to be a soldier since he was old enough to try to stand at attention. Went in the Marines as soon as he graduated high school, but he was able to defer his enlistment while he went to Virginia Military Institute for college. He met Kay there. They got married without telling a soul, he just brought her home for a visit and announce that he was shipping out and we needed to watch out for his wife and child. His Momma was mad enough to chew up nickels and spit out nails." Mr. Harvey laughed loudly. "I swear every time that kid made it home after that, if she wasn't already pregnant, he left Kay with another bun in the oven. I can never thank God enough that I was visiting when Kay got the news. She's a strong woman, but that damn near broke her. She's been coming back to herself the last few years though. After almost having to lay hands on that little hood rat bitch that wanted my money and thought she could get it by trapping James. Little heifer wasn't even pregnant." He grumbled. "But My nephew…he ain't dumb like his Cousin Tommy. He's going to Yale. He's going to get a real degree. He can do anything after he gets out."

"Oh yeah, what are Mandingo's plans for after college?" I asked without thinking. Steve gave me a hard glare. "Look I give everybody nicknames. His is based less on the color of his skin and more on the size of the pipe he's been giving to my girl Que over there. Thank God he came along…if she'd been any more uptight; her head would have popped off." The anger gathering dissipated and I gave him a winning smile. "Did James tell you that you were all invited to the picnic our family is having this afternoon, we all graduated last night, James came with Que to the dinner our parents threw us afterwards. Mercedes' mom and dad told him to invite his family to join us today."

"Kay told us about that. She said that y'all had all gotten real tight." He said rather than asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not a good one to ask. If someone cooler comes along I'm perfectly willing to pretend that I don't know any of these people except my Boos Artie and Brittany." I said honestly. "But naw, on the real. We got tight because was had to. For some of us high school was literal hell, for others we were so damn sure that we knew what was important…we thought we were the shit, when all we were was dumbass bullies. We banded together and figured out what was really important and what was only important for the last four years. James got sucked in cause he's good people and he was good to our boy Kurt and his boy Blaine. Plus, I know he's told at least his mama all about the drama that is Queen Quinn's life. She needed him and he's been good to her. Made her understand some stuff her parents had said and done to her wasn't her fault, no matter what trips they tried to lay on her. He was raised right."

"Yeah, James is a good kid. He told me that your friend Quinn is going to Yale too. Where are the rest of you going?" he asked interestedly.

I pointed out where each of us was headed and told him about the house we were going to live in while we were in school. I might have even let slip about Cede's big deal project. "We're doing some big things. James keeps laughing at how we're planning to be up under each other forever…like I'm figuring that Cede or Girl Asian will be the surrogate for Klaine's love child." He looked over at the two dapper young men in question and chuckled. "Mercedes is gonna teach my kid to be a good person. Britts will try, but she sees good in me so she isn't exactly reliable on that front. Artie has the same problem. Plus, Artie is a lot more like me than he is comfortable looking at, But Mercedes, she is just honestly good…unless you try to get between her and her boos Trouty and Puck, then all bets are off."

"You know lots of people think they will always be friends with their high school friends…" he started.

"Yeah, but see that's where they lose out. They are just friends. We're family." I told him with a smile. "Best of all we made sure the parents feel like family so even if we do manage to lose track of somebody, we can track them down and drag them back into our sphere of influence."

He laughed. That was okay, he didn't know me well enough to know I was serious as hell. However before I could reach a decision on whether or not to let him know that I was heart attack serious, Mandingo arrived. He dropped a hand on my shoulder and chuckled. "Satan, are you over here trying to corrupt my Uncle Steve?" He gave his uncle a big hug. "Don't believe two words that come out of her mouth…she's more over protective than half the rest of them. When Que and I started dating, they all threatened to kill me if I hurt her. Only Santana had the exact method planned out."

"What? A vague threat is no one's friend." I said with a little shrug. They both laughed their asses off. But I wasn't joking. "Any way, Mandingo…you bringin' your fam to Fort Amanda?"

James nodded. "Grandma says Uncle Steve and Cousin Tommy need to spend some time around real folk again. We're gonna change and meet you all there."

Before I could say anything back, Mercedes leaned over my shoulder, "Yeah, we still need to change too. Couldn't come here looking like poor relations, but it is way too hot to go out there trying to be cute." She joked.

Uncle Steve gaped at her smile. "Girl, you got some big, pretty teeth." He laughed finally.

"Yeah, my parents are dentists." She responded with a little grin.

James looked down at her. "So you gonna sing for us today?" he turned to his uncle and told him with a huge smirk. "You hear these two sing, you'd be ready to create a label just to sign them to it."

"Whatever. I know Quinn told you that Cede's already gots her a deal." I shot back. "Since I'm not really sure I want to do that whole touring bullshit just yet, I'm gonna get my paper first."

That made everyone near at hand enough to hear it laugh. "That's not a bad idea. Once you get that paper, can't nobody take it away from you." Cousin Tommy chimed in. "Yo Unc. Auntie Georgia says were going to some big cookout. She said to tell you that Marjorie is already looking forward to hanging out with some real people so you can't try to back out."

"Well great. We're starting at three at Fort Amanda State Park on Route 198." Mercedes said with another grin. "Congratulations again James. We'll see you in a little while. We're going to head out so we can get changed before we head to the park." She had us herded up and in her Tahoe so fast my head almost spun.

"Wait a second; I didn't know we were going to have time to go change." I looked at Artie, "did you know we were going to have time to change?"

He nodded and held up a backpack I hadn't noticed. "You didn't think we'd want to be stuck in long pants all day. I can't actually feel heat on my legs, but they do still sweat in hot ass weather."

I chuckled. He hated it that when shit was going good, his legs got as slick as his upper body…like they were working out too. "Well shit." I groused. "I didn't know and I didn't bring anything to change into."

"That's fine…we're changing at your place. It's the only one directly on the way." Mercedes said from behind the wheel. "Hold the hell up…did you ask me about turning my bedroom into your changing station?"

Puck laughed. "No…of course we didn't. And you might as well get used to it. That shit you love to pull where you invade other people's privacy while holding your own sacred, ain't gonna last long at all come August. Besides…we figured you'd like the fact that you get to see what Cedes is wearing and try to out sexy her. I say try 'cause we all know that shit ain't happening."

"Hey, my Devil Doll is sexier than Mercedes…you don't know what you're talking about Puck." Artie defended me.

"Yeah." Brittany chimed in.

I just laughed. "Thanks for defending me guys…but if she dresses today like she did at graduation practices…she'd win hands down. I've got tits and a nice ass, but when she puts both her mammoth, gargantuan tits on display and Dat Ass…she wipes the floor with all thinner women." Reached forward and poked her in the hip around her seat.

"And you know it." She crowed. We got to my house quickly to find that it was already empty. I wasn't surprised that Mom had put the visiting family to work. Trouty and Puck got Artie and his chair up to my room. The changing wasn't flawless. We let the guys have the bathroom first and it felt like they took for-freaking-ever. When they came out I was half ready to send Artie back in with a razor. His legs are hairy little things considering how hairless his chest and back are. He was rocking cargo shorts and a light gray statement tee that read, 'If Only Closed Minds Came with Closed Mouths'. I loved it. Puck strolled out next his swollen lips telling the tale of what took him another several minutes after Artie had finished. His shirt was a vintage look Ramones concert tee. Sam was just a step or so behind him, his lips looking a little fuller too. His shirt was cute and I guess a little funny. It read 'Sometimes I pretend to be Normal, but that gets boring so I go back to being me'.

Brittany went in next and came out in a pair of cut off denim shorts, some cute flat sandals with a rainbow of straps, and a tiny tank top with a butterfly dragging a rainbow across it that didn't quite reach the top of her low slung shorts. She looked so hot. Her nipples were hard as hell showing the world that she hadn't bothered with a bra and making my mouth water. Mercedes came out and made me damn glad I hadn't let Puck try to make me compete with her. I'd have lost that day for sure. Her shirts were khaki short shorts that showed off most of her thick thighs. Her shirt was a tank top with wide straps and a high back, but the front had a very deep scoop that was designed just to broadcast the fact that her tits were fucking huge. Stretched across the Rack of Unusual Size were the words 'Shopping is my CARDIO'. She'd pulled her hair up and fastened it off of her neck in a big clip. I went to my drawer and found a shirt I had honestly never thought I'd ever wear. It had been a gift from Artie. I grabbed it and a pair of jean shorts that made Cede's look long. In my bathroom I stripped down to my lacy black panties and pulled on the white spaghetti strap tank top that read 'WARNING: Does Not Play Well with Others' and the jean shorts. Since the only real color on my outfit was the red warning sign on my tee shirt, I decided to rock my favorite red espadrilles. I threw my hair into a ponytail and we rolled out.

Fort Amanda State Park technically had a Lima address but it was really on the way out of town. It's not a big park, but it also wasn't hugely popular and would fit all of us easy. When we got there, the party was just getting under way. All the fathers had brought grills and were getting their charcoal going. There was a covered picnic area and the ladies had set that up with a huge array of picnic or barbeque appropriate sides. There was a huge line of coolers filled with waters and drinks. Amara and Amaea were chilling in baby swings, and being entertained by Triple S and the rest of the younger kids. Not long after we got there, someone, probably one of Mercedes' brothers or cousins, had set up a big ass radio and was playing some old school nineties hip hop through it. We weren't the first of the graduates to get there, but we weren't the last either. I looked around and noticed that C-Cubed hadn't changed much, Mike was probably wearing his senior shirt under his button down and he'd swapped blue slacks for some jean shorts. Tina was still wearing the sundress she'd had on earlier, but her hair was released from its ponytail and her jewelry was gone making her look a lot less formal. Blaine and Kurt were already there, Blaine had changed into shorts and Birkenstocks with a Luke Skywalker tee shirt on, but Kurt was still dressed to the nines. I think that boy was such a fashionista; he just didn't feel heat the same way normal people did.

I made my way into the tent and kissed my mom and Abuela…she had had a very hard time with me and Britts being together, but since we'd added Artie, she had…mellowed is the wrong word, but at least she was back to talking to me and she stopped making the sign of the cross every time she saw me. Daddy was over at one of the grills so I wandered over to see what was going on with him. "Are those?"

"My world famous beef and bean burrito burgers…yup." He laughed. "Sander is doing some special Tennessee ribs, George is grilling some brats and Benton has his own ribs going as well as some hot dogs. I'm doing these and some traditional burgers and your mom's bacon and Colby Jack burgers for those who're more traditional about their BBQs. Ben has the chicken and veggies going on his grill. Burt has a little bit of everything. I think I even saw some lamb on his grill. Chris is doing a whole bunch of semi-vegetarian fare just in case, but he also has something special just for Brittany…she won't eat hot dogs, so it's some special sausages or something. Will's grill isn't at all portable so he just handled the desserts."

I smiled happily. I was definitely gonna get my grub on. I looked over and saw that Finn and Lauren had arrived. She was in a regular tee shirt with a big ass rubber ducky on the front and the words 'You're the One', scrawled across it. Finn had pulled a Mike and just worn a school shirt. Before they could make it all the way over, several cars pulled up and we were joined by a whole boat load of Mercedes' family members. After that Puck's missing relatives showed up. Bubbie Ruth was looking fierce and fly in a pair of white denim skinny Bermuda shorts and a hot ass, red, boat necked sleeveless top. Mills was just looking too chill. Her shorts were longer than mine or Mercedes' but not near as long as most of the other grown women. Her top was strapless and a pretty aquamarine color. The damn thing was pretty much backless; a strap under her shoulders, just thick enough to hide a bra band and another strap around her waist, but the rest of her back was bare. It was funny watching Saul, oh so carefully, putting sunscreen on her skin. That led me to dragging Britts and Artie over to the 'sunscreen/off' station. There were enough different SPFs and types of sunscreens that it made me think someone had just grabbed two of everything in the SprawlMart sunscreen aisle. There was plenty of choice among the pest repellent too.

Once we were taken care of, we decided to get our dance on. Quinn and James and his family showed up a little while later. By three thirty the park was filled with old and new hat New Directions, their families and the families of their loved ones, like the Hardings, and the Gibbs. Marley Rose had come out with Jake and his mom. There was something quietly objectionable about Baby Puck's mom. The way she was eyeing Saul was kind of creepy. Later on I asked Mills why she wasn't concerned. She laughed. "No woman who slept with Paul Puckerman, especially without a condom, has less chance with Saul than a snowball does in hell." I could see her point. It was really kind of gross when you think of the fact that it seemed kind of quasi-incestuous.

We ate, we danced, and we had mad fun. As day turned to evening citronella candles were lit and every pole with a power outlet gained a bug zapper. More dancing and laughing and talking happened. I had kind of expected Steve Harvey to find us ridiculously boring and pedantic and dip to the left after about an hour, but he was cracking jokes and playing bid whist and tonk with Cedes' great uncles and older uncles. I looked around Brittany's shoulder as we danced to a pretty slow country song and found that 'Nephew Tommy' was getting down playing dominoes with my Abuelo and some of the other older Jones and Lopez men. I looked around and the 'dance floor' was filled with the thirty and under crowd. The twelve and under crowd was running around in the free space just chasing each other and having a blast. The older adults were all sitting around talking and laughing. Danica and Gabby had Mara and Maea nestled in their arms and Beth was nodding off in Mr. Martinez-David's arms. It was weird that I respected a teacher enough to call him by his last name even after he'd told me I could call him by his first. Especially since, unlike Shelby or Coach Sue, I didn't really have a whole lot of extraneous dealings with him.

Around eight thirty, nine o'clock, Mercedes' grandmother looked around, "I know that somebody has to have some Al Green on one of their music players. I want to hear me some Al…hell at this point I'd settle for some R. Kelly."

I shoved Artie, who'd been dancing with Stacey in his lap towards her. "What you want to hear? My Boo Artie's got you, Ms. Mae."

"You tryin' to tell me that that little scrawny white boy's gonna sang some Al Green." Uncle Steve said with a laugh.

Artie did that little chuckle he does when he's about to shove somebody's misconceptions down their throat. He opened his mouth and let lose. "Love and happiness, yeah, something that can make you do wrong make you do right, hey. Love. Love and happiness…Wait a minute, something's going wrong, someone's on the phone; three o'clock in the morning, yeah. Talkin' about how she can make it right. Yeah."

Cousin Tommy looked at him and started to giggle. "Unc…that little scrawny white boy swallowed Al Green."

"Wait, you think that's something?" I laughed. I looked around and smirked. "I've been really tryin, baby. Tryin' to hold back these feelings for so long, and if you feel, like I feel baby. Come on, oh come on, let's get it on. Let's get it on. Let's get it on. Let's get it on."

The grownups start dying. "You kids got some talent, huh." Steve Harvey laughed.

Puck, of course, couldn't let that shit go. "You think those two are good, you should hear Babygirl. There isn't a song on this earth Mercedes Jones can't sing and make it even better."

She smacked him. Cede loved to sing in massive crowds. That didn't bother her at all. But to have Puck put her on blast like that; forcing her to compare herself to her friends wasn't her thing at all. Unfortunately he had the backing of her uncles as well. "Oh, Noah is telling the gospel truth." Ethan Harris said with a big chuckle. "Remember that first Alicia Keys song… 'Fallin'… at seven or eight Benz could sing that thing and have you wondering where she came from. Do 'Fallin' for them Benzy."

Mercedes had been so touched that he'd gotten a continuance for his case and flew out to Chicago to be there for her contract signing, so there was no way that she would say no. "I keep on fallin' in and out of love with you. Sometimes I love ya, sometimes u make me blue. Sometimes I feel good. At times I feel used. Lovin you darlin' makes me so confused." Steve Harvey, half Cede's and James' relatives and my boyfriend all had their praise hands up as she sang.

I swear for the next couple of hours, the New Directions became out family members' call in request show. Whatever they wanted to hear, one of us would sing. Cede, Artie, Jake and I handled the R&B, blues and traditional and neo soul, Puck, Finn, and Lauren…sort of, handled all the alterna-rock and grunge. Kurt, Blaine, Mike, that Marley girl, and Tina handled the soft rock and pop. Kevin, Sam and, still surprising to me, Tessa took care of the country songs. Az got in where he could, but that kid knew a lot of the songs, but not a lot of the lyrics. By the time the party finally started breaking down we were all fucking exhausted. We all had to help break down, while the ones who had set up just dealt with getting the little kids in car seats and their gear stored. George and Sander had hauled the grills in the back of their trucks, so they got them back loaded up with help of the other men. It was cool to see that Steve Harvey and his famous nephew chipped in and lent a hand.

We made it home after one in the morning. Sam had been nice enough to drive us home and swing through the lakeside 'parking' spot I'd directed them to the night before. We could only make out, but that helped. The next morning, my parents dragged me to mass with the rest of the family and then they had to return to their lives. I had a week off but Momma had told me that the Monday after Commune headed out for Cede's movie shit, I had to find a summer job and save at least half of my weekly paycheck to put towards my expenses once school started. I had to admit, our families had come through on the whole graduation wish list thing. There was nothing left for us to buy…unless we decided to change something or found that we wanted to add something when we got to the city.

Mercedes Point of View

My family had a blast at the after graduation dinner and the cook out the next day. All three of my Harris uncles made it and all of Granddaddy's brothers made it too. But the weekend was so packed, Sunday after church was the first time we really got to relax around the house and just BE. The Moms and Tessa and I had made dinner for everyone and we just ate and drank and chilled out. I think I should have realized a very long time ago that having Uncle JoJo anywhere near Uncle Ethan was a bad idea. The second Ethan had introduced Amanda and Adam to Uncle JoJo, my great Uncle had picked Adam from his mother's arms and started telling him every story he knew of Ethan as a small child. Considering that Mom and dad had been together since before Uncle Ethan entered elementary school…that was quite a lot. Uncle Ethan pulled me to the side and reminded me that I needed to be back in Chicago by Wednesday morning for rehearsals. He asked me if I needed any help with getting a place to stay, so I told him that we had reservations at the Comfort Suites in downtown. "It seems designed for people who need to stay in a hotel for more than a week. The suite has a kitchen and a washer and dryer in the room. Plus it has a door between the bedroom and the living room kitchen area. We won't have to feel like we're always right up under each other." I told him with a smile.

"Good." He nodded. "You have my office and cell phone number. Call me if you need anything, I can get to Chicago in only a little longer than it would take your parents. Probably less because I don't have two month old twins." I couldn't resist a giggle at that. Ethan had picked on Mom and Dad more than anybody else about their late in life babies.

Uncle Alec approached in his very quiet way and startled me with a chuckle. "So Ethan, I guess your sister, Arielle is still afraid of Mae?" He said with a grin.

"She should be. I thought Mrs. Mae was gonna snatch her bald when she kept saying how unfortunate it was that Mercedes was such a dark child at her christening." Uncle Christophe responded joining us. "I'm not saying that she didn't bring it on herself, but chasing her around the house with a cleaver when we got back to Danica and Benton's may have been just a little bit excessive."

"Excessive my ass. Arielle was asking me if I knew what it was that Michael Jackson had used and if it was something that would need a prescription." Uncle Bryant confessed. "If she hadn't been my sister, I might have tripped her up so Mrs. Mae could catch her."

Sander looked up from where he was playing with Amara. Grandma had Amaea feeding her. Since they had started developing their push up skills, their eating schedule had gotten all out of whack. "Not to disrespect your family or anything…but maybe y'all should suggest she get some counseling. Mercy is beautiful. So are Mara and Maea…no matter what color their skin happens to be."

"I know that…you know that…hell we all know that…Arielle, she just spent too much time with our color struck grandmother." Bryant said shaking her head. "Grandma was so light she could 'pass'…I was too dark for her."

All the men in the room exchanged looks. "DAMN." They all shouted. Bryant was only a shade or three away from being able to pass his damn self.

Sam and Noah came into the room and kissed me long and slow and deep. The uncles all groaned again. "You two can stop slobbing down my niece right in front of my eyes." Uncle Christophe laughed. "I mean, jeez, I changed her diapers."

"Oh Chris…come off it. You never have changed any of the nieces' diapers. Of the boys' you changed Devon's exactly one time. Just admit you're jealous and wish you had the balls to have a threesome." Ethan laughed.

"What…that would be hot." Christophe defended.

Uncle Alec stopped and looked at him like he had grown another head. "I don't-I don't need to know all of that about you son." He looked at his watch. "Why don't we get everyone together and give out the graduates gifts. Our flight is at the butt crack of dawn in the morning. I need to round up Annette and get back to the hotel pretty soon."

There was a time in my life where that would have meant I had to get up and go to each room of the house to get everyone down to the family room. Instead I pulled out my cell and texted the moms and grandmothers. Two minutes later the family was assembled and I was snuggled between Puck and Sam on one of the room's two love seats. Thank God for modern technology. Since there were so many people present, the Joneses, the Harrises, the Evanses, the Puckermans, the Mayzers, they decided to start with the oldest person in the room which turned out to me Auntie Mary Jane…then again at seventy-four, she was usually the oldest in any room.

"Alright, Lil Mercy. As you know, I hate that damn computer my kids got me, so I have no idea what was on your list. I hate malls only a little less than I hate computers, but I went for you." She handed each of us a big bag from Mori Luggage. Inside each was a large rolling backpack with laptop pouch; they were the really good kind with lifetime warranties. Sam's was forest green, mine was a very bright fuchsia, and Noah's was black. She had packed the inside with 'old school' school supplies, pencils and pens, notebooks and binders. In the pockets, she had stuffed a few gift cards and she had gotten each of us a Sam's Club, BJ's and Costco membership card. "I figure between the three of you, you'll be covered for which ever store is closest and you like the most."

We all gave her huge hugs. "Thank you so much." Sam breathed. "You really didn't have to…"

"Oh hush that up now. Just because your relationship with Mercedes isn't exactly traditional, doesn't mean that we don't respect it." Auntie MJ said with a big smile. "You say that you three are married in the eyes of the Lord since you can't get married legally, so we'll treat you and Noah like her husbands."

The sentiment was echoed around the room. Since Sam's MeMaw was the next oldest, she went next. "Sammy told me about your list, so I just told him to tell me what you three really needed that was within my budget. So Mercedes, I got you those Martha Stewart pantry storage Tupperware sets. Noah, I got you and Sam the two desk lamps for your study."

Uncle Bunny was up next. "I'm not like those two. I was grateful as hell that you three gave me an easy way to shop without shopping. Went right online and didn't have to step foot in a store or a mall, Thank Jesus. MeDe, I ordered you that Kitchenaid stand mixer…when I come for a visit, I'm expecting some cheesecake." He said passing me a card. He passed one to Noah. "Puck, I got you the beverage center for you and Sam's man cave. Sam, I might have flubbed it, it was kind of hard to decide which of you to get the beverage center and which to get the work out machine, but here. I guess I got you the Ab Coaster Max." he passed Sam the last card he held. "Those are from me. But these are from Essie…she sends her love, but she wasn't up to making another trip this soon." He passed us three more cards. Aunt Essie had gotten us three of the four section hampers, professional fabric steamer and the iron from our wish list. Then Uncle Alec and Aunt Annette handed us their gift. It was a joint gift and yet not really. They had gotten us the three desk chairs for our study. Grandma Mae was the next to give us her gift. She gave each of us something different. For me, she bought our bedroom window treatments. Sam got the stainless steel bath set. Puck ended up getting the iPad/Pod home docking station alarm clock. Aunt Bee and Uncle Nathaniel had gotten us like every dish and glasses set that we hadn't already gotten at our birthday party. Aunt Bee also kicked in for the two accent chairs for our study. Uncle Alfred and Aunt Dianna had gotten us the three arm chairs for the man cave and the three side tables too. Then it was time for Bubbie Ruth to give us her gifts. She had gotten us a whole boat load of towel sets. There were enough for each of us to change towels and wash cloths every other day and still be good. They matched the colors of our bathroom exactly too. She also got us the shower curtain and six really good, like fifteen bucks each, shower curtain liners too.

Uncle JoJo went next. "Alright, Chocolate Drop…now you know you're my favorite of Melvin's granddaughters." I rolled my eyes. He probably said the same thing to my first cousin Aja when he saw her last week. "So I wanted to get you a great gift. But since you already got the gifts that keep on giving, and waking old men up..." he laughed at his own joke. "I figured I'd just give you fifteen hundred each that should cover at least some of your furniture or that expensive ass laundry pair you registered for. I didn't even know that you could register for a washer and dryer." He laughed as he passed us each a card. My uncle was so lazy he had bought us money orders at the same grocery store he'd gotten the cards from. Three, five hundred dollar money orders were in each of the cards. We were definitely hitting the bank first thing Monday morning. Then came the gift from Lulu and Lisa…they had gone in together and gotten the three of us all the baking stuff I had registered for. I was going to be a very happy little baker.

Then came the gift from Uncle Bryant which were our three desks and Uncle Christophe gave us the matching lateral files. Aunt Alexis and Uncle Rich gave us the 'home theatre system' for the guys' man cave and I got enough pillows and other bedroom stuff to equal the six hundred buck they spent on the boys. Aunt Kylie and Uncle Glenn gave us each a five hundred dollar gift card for Whole Foods. Kylie had also slipped me an online gift certificate for Adam&Eve…Lord that woman has no clue what a boundary even is. Aunt Ricki and Uncle Marcus gave us the rest of the bedroom stuff that Aunt Alexis had missed and some gorgeous monogrammed plush terry cloth lined velour bathrobes. Felicia sent us a card saying thank us very much. She included a sonogram print out from her doctor's office telling us all that she was finally, officially, pregnant. She gave me a three hundred dollar e-gift card from a great website called Hips&Curves. It was a lingerie sight that catered to women with curvaceous bodies without making us look like low rent strippers. Sam and Noah each got e-gift cards to sites that sold adult novelties, books and movies. Then we opened or heard from the rest of the cousins, present and absent. There was more money, usually cash or gift cards and lots of stuff from the registry. By the time we got to Kevon, Patrice, Devon and Tonya gave us our gifts, I wasn't sure there was anything on the list for Kurt's relatives to give him. My cousin Aja had even sent me something, a Columbia tee shirt. I had sent her a gorgeous dress I had found on sale at that boutique Tina had turned me onto.

It took a whole bunch of trips just to get everything up to our bedroom. Tonya had gotten each of us awesome steamer trunks on wheels. Once we got them to the room, we packed all the non-monetary, actual gifts into them. To be honest we should have probably thought of that down stairs. Then we took a second and sorted through all the gift receipts we'd gotten since we started the registry. We went online and saw that between the six families represented by the three of us, we'd gotten every single thing from our Macy's registry. We set aside the cards that we needed to deliver to Quinn the next time we saw her and went and showered.

As we stood under the spray, Puck raised a question. "Not that I'm not grateful, cause of course I am so grateful, but what was up with all the super expensive gifts. I mean, like your Auntie MJ, those backpacks alone are like two hundred bones…plus she filled them with stuff and got us those big box store memberships. She's retired and on pension and shit." He was totally baffled.

"Oh sweetheart," I chuckled. "First of all you notice we didn't get anything for Christmas, or birthdays…that because in your graduation year, all the gift giving is done then. And Auntie, she didn't buy all that stuff at one time. Knowing her, she bought the school supplies when they were on sale or in bulk, then she bought the backpacks one at a time. She probably waited and caught a sale on them too. I told you education is HUGE on both sides of my family. It is nothing for the family to drop a few hundred to a grand on a graduation gift. One of my cousins, he is older the Devon and the family wasn't in the same financial place it is now….but everyone banded together and got him a car. Bought and paid for, no car payment. It's just how things are done in my family…one of the few things both the Joneses and the Harrises agree on. Now I want to ask the two of you something. What do you think about starting a joint checking account? We'd each keep our separate ones, but we'd have a joint one that we could use to pay for things for all three of us."

Sam smiled slowly. "I kind of wanted to suggest something similar, but since I'm the weakest link in this relationship…financially anyway…I didn't want to bring it up."

"Boy, Hush." I swatted him with my loofah poof. "You are an equal member of this relationship. I know that your southern boy pride is gonna keep rearing its ugly head, but just remember we love you, not what you have or don't have…YOU!"

Noah leaned forward and captured Sam's pouting lips in a kiss. "She is right. We love all of you. Even the part that likes to leave us without our voices for days at a time. We love the Sam that can and will watch Avatar for three hours and then turn right around and watch the six hour director's cut. The same Sam that snores just a little bit, but refuses to just admit to it. Like J-Lo said…our love don't cost a thing…so get money off your mind."

I was sandwiched between them as the water cascaded over us. I loved the feeling of their cocks getting harder and harder, lengthening and thickening against my stomach and the top of my ass. I quickly found myself rocking my hips, helping their arousal along. The shower was soon shut off. Sam picked me up and carried my out of the bath tub to the closed toilet. He sat down and pulled me over his fully engorged erection. "God, Darlin'," he moaned as I slowly lowered taking him deep inside me. I rode him for several strong, orgasm building strokes before I looked around to find Puck. He was leaning against the sink watching us through hooded eyes. He shook his head and then nodded at Sam. I understood. He wanted me to focus all my love and attention on Sam. He would do the same later. I was just fine with that.

I leaned forward and pressed kisses all over Sam's face before finally allowing our lips to meet and connect and fuse. As we kissed, I found the perfect rhythm to drive us both insane. My fingers found the sensitive pink buds on his chest, the nipples he swore were completely lopsided. I teased them and toyed with them as I slowly rose and lowered myself, tightening and squeezing my vaginal muscles as I lowered down his shaft. Sam pulled his mouth form mine to drop nipping, licking kisses down my neck. He laved his rough tongue over my collar bone making me shiver and groan. Sam has an unerring ability to find my nipple even in his sleep and wide awake it was even quicker and more delightful a talent. He suckled me, not hard, just intense sucking back and forth, back and forth. By the third circuit of my sensitive peaks, I was adrift in slow burn orgasm, the kind that never fully abated just cresting higher and higher and higher.

Just like that Sam took control of our lovemaking. He took full advantage of my inability to think or breath or do anything but feel all the pleasure that we created together. Sam grabbed two handfuls of my ass and stood almost effortlessly. He stood there fucking me in the air like I was feather light. Oh God, it felt sooo good. He turned me to the counter, setting me down next to Puck. At Sam's command Puck sucked the nipple closest to him as Sam licked and sucked and nibbled the other. The orgasm that ran through me encompassed my entire being. Sam wasn't satisfied until I was screaming and crying out my pleasure. When I came back to myself I was laying on my back on our bed, my legs splayed, Puck laying over me as Sam slowly opened him up to received his share of pleasure.

While Sam's mouth and fingers were busy driving Noah out of his mind, Puck was softly cleaning Sam's cum from the skin of my thighs with a flat tongue. It was as if he were trying to tease me as much as Sam was torturing him. Puck paused; his face pressed into the soft flesh of my thigh and groaned "Fuck Me," long and low as Sam entered him from behind. When Sam had established his rhythm, I leaned my head back and found Noah's poor neglected erection. When I took him deep in my mouth, he was already leaking copious amounts of precum. I love the way Noah tastes, maybe even a little more than Sam. Sam's cum was like a very nice dinner, salty, rather savory…but Noah's was like dessert tart and yet sweet. With Noah completely drowning in the sensations of being blown while getting fucked, it wasn't long before he started to orgasm; shooting his load down my throat.

I nuzzle Puck until he calmed down enough for Sam to resume his erotic dance. Then I squiggled up the bed a little, now rather than just seeing Sam's balls I could lick them and suck them and press my nose into the fresh, clean skin right behind them. Soon Sam's roar of completion shook the room. He had the presence of mind to pull Puck tot eh side with him as they collapsed. I rolled over and licked and nuzzled Sam's now relaxed ball sack until he slipped from Noah's still spasming ass. After removing the very full condom from Sam's soft dick, I went to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth and came back to the bedroom. I cleaned both Sam and Noah up. Once I had returned the cloth to the bathroom, I climbed into the bed into my spot between my lovers and together we fell into a deep sated sleep.

The next morning we had to be up early to help cart relatives to the airport and to begin readying ourselves for our three week trip to Chicago. We were scheduled to leave the very next evening, jus the three of us. It was only a four hour drive, so we agreed that we wanted to have one last dinner with the whole family before we got under way. We hoped that leaving a little later would let us miss most of the traffic in Chicago and get to our hotel before eleven. We made time and hit a Wells Fargo location and opened the joint account with each of us putting in two of the money orders from Uncle JoJo. The other we each put in our solo accounts. We did that with all the cash, two thirds into the joint account and one third into our individuals.

By the time we finished at the bank, we had to rush to go and hang out with the gang. Quinn was leaving at the end of the week to go spend time with Frannie. James was heading out with his family to spend the summer with them before he headed to Yale. Tina and Mike were headed off to Asian Camp. Lauren and Finn were both heading down to OSU for some program for incoming student athletes. Azimio had some big deal mediation with his baby mama and he would be tied up all the following week. Then he was going to the south to stay with his grandmother. Tana, Artie, and Brittany were all staying in Lima for the summer. They, like Kevin, Tessa and Aidan, were all getting summer jobs. Blaine had liked working at the amusement park so much, he was working there again that summer. Kurt decided to write another musical, that one would be based on the life and fashions of the Deschanel sisters. As we all talked about everything we had to get ready, I thought about the fact that the future was coming on swift feet, and it all started that summer.


Whoa...it has been a long, wild ride.

Technically this is the end...

But look out for Summer Menage II and Les Ames Soeurs

Coming soon.

TTFN
Anni