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Might be one more chapter left. Not sure what I'll do yet.
It's kissing booth day at Mc Kinley High School and there was a buzz of excitement in the air.
Two booths were set up on opposite ends of the school's playing field and the featured kissers were being chosen.
On the boys' side, their booth was a simple cut-out with a window for the kisser to hang through and a small flat counter, where the container to hold the proceeds would be sitting.
It was blue and white with a few pieces of sporting equipment painted on and looked very manly.
Currently, the boys of the Glee Club were in a disagreement. All of them wanted Sam to be the featured kisser. Except the man himself.
He was saying,
"I'm really not that popular…Puck is. He should be the featured kisser. I don't have a problem participating and doing my part…actually, I do…but I promise I'll do what I can to help the club."
"Are you kidding me?" Noah started. "Evans, you've got it all wrong, man. I might be popular, but it's the infamous kind. Remember? I used to be that guy…the one who tossed slushies left right and center…whether the victim was male or female. And though it's true that I've had a go at the female population of Mc Kinley High, I am now taken…by the Queen Bee, so the girls don't want none of this," he ended, gesturing at himself from head to toe.
"True that," Artie threw in. And the other guys nodded in approval. Except Sam, who rolled his eyes on a loud exhale.
"All of us here are 'taken' as you put it. And the way I see it, if I don't want guys kissing Mercedes, I'm sure she doesn't want girls kissing me…"
"I feel you, man. And that may be true, but sexy mama is still going to be a participant in the girls' booth. So suck it up and take one for the team," Puck said.
Sam's jaw hardened. Mike stepped forward and said,
"Look, Sam, we can do this. If a girl wants a kiss, then kiss them on the cheek and vice versa. There will be no lip action…unless you say so. And I know you're a loyal guy, so this should be a piece of cake. Plus, if you're that uncomfortable, you can go first and take the shortest time. I'll take whatever time you don't use and add it to mine."
Sam softened a bit. He looked at Mike and nodded his head. After that, he lifted his hand and offered it to him.
"You're a true friend Mike. I won't forget this. Thank you."
With smiles all around and shoulders being clapped the guys decided who else would be 'kissers' and assigned positions.
"Yo, Evans," Puck started with a mischievous grin on his face. "Since you are going first and for such a short time, that gives you the opportunity to scope out who'll be kissing Mercedes…and…"
He didn't finish.
He had to run for his life, seeing as Sam lunged for him with a murderous look on his face.
Mike and Finn had to hold him back and walk him away to calm him.
"Pay no attention to Noah, he's just trying to get a rise out of you," Finn was saying as they headed away from the group.
But in the back of Sam's mind, it's exactly what he intended to do...see who was kissing Mercedes and note how many guys were paying to kiss her.
Over on the girls' side, their booth mirrored the guys' but theirs was decorated with pink hearts and swirls, pink balloons and a glittering sign overhead with the words Kissing Booth on it.
And like the guys, they too were in disagreement about who was going to be the featured kisser.
"Listen Chica, I know what I said at the car wash the other day, and that may only happen if some fool decides to get fresh with you. But on the other hand, there will be no lip action involved in your case…unless it's a girl…and even that will only be a peck on the lips," Santana said.
Mercedes' eyes widened.
"San, are you nuts? No offense, but I'm not into girls…"
"I know that," Santana said with both hands raised. "I know you're into dicks…aka…Trouty's huge one, but think about it, if he happens to see a girl pecking your lips, he won't go as crazy…"
"I get it, San. But think how I would feel if I saw some guy kissing Sam…"
"Aww come on Chica. You know that would never happen. Look, I'm not saying there'll be a line of girls waiting to kiss you…or that there'll be even one girl…"
"I would do it," Brittany said. And then, "I've had this dream about me, you and Mercedes sharing lady kisses. I even told Lord Tubbington about it."
At that, she stepped into Mercedes' personal space and planted a soft kiss on her lips, leaving everyone stunned into complete silence.
After a about a minute, Tina said,
"Did that really just happen? I mean, if it did…it was super-hot."
That brought everyone else out of their funk. Santana cleared her throat and said,
"See Chica, if Sam had seen that, he wouldn't want to kill Britt. He would probably laugh it off, or use it to get himself all worked up…"
"I get it San!" Mercedes said. "Look, if I do this, I'll go last. That's the deal breaker."
"Okay, deal. Girl Chang will go first," Santana started. "And you know what? Our prices will vary. One dollar for a forehead kiss…either way. Five dollars for a kiss on the cheek…either way. And if someone wants a quick peck on the lips…twenty dollars. But only we get to do the kissing. And I suggest on the corner of the lips."
Everyone started talking all at once. But she raised her hand and said,
"The lip action doesn't refer to Wheezy or Girl Chang…"
"What about me," Rachel asked. "I'm with Finn and I don't think it is prudent to kiss some guy on his lips. Corner or not."
Santana turned to her and shook her head.
"Be real, hobbit. Do you think a guy…or girl for that matter…is going to pay twenty dollars to kiss you in that get up? I'm sorry to break it to you, but of all the girls here, you're gonna be the only one who doesn't have a line waiting to kiss you. As a matter of fact, I believe the only money you'll make us, is when the Jolly Green Giant comes over here and pay to swap spit with you. So have no fear and just wait for that one special moment to happen."
"Not nice, San," Mercedes said. But the damage had already been done. And poor Rachel retreated unto herself and remained as quiet as a mouse.
A few hours later…
Sam had a long line of girls waiting to kiss him...or to be kissed by him.
Of course, he was only kissing on the cheek and in some cases…on the forehead. But he was there all of fifteen minutes and already the money tin had to be emptied twice.
"I really like your eyes," a very shy, brainy looking girl said, ever so quietly.
Sam gave her a genuine smile and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you. I like yours too."
The girl blushed, her big brown eyes widening through her spectacles. Then she ducked her head and stepped away, her hand immediately going to the spot he'd kissed on her cheek.
"Aww shucks, Evans, you've probably made her year. The feels man," Puck said, playfully wiping his eyes.
Sam flipped him off, then said,
"Everyone deserves to be treated equally. And I like intelligent girls."
"We know you do, bud," Artie said smiling.
"Yeah. And you also like girls with nice racks and an ass that is bomb!" Puck said.
And once again, he was running for his life.
A while later…
Sam was getting antsy. He was just about ready to hand over to the next guy…which was Mike, but the line kept growing and growing.
"I hate to break it to you, Sam, but these girls are here for you. And we need the money. Plus, you can't disappoint your fans," Artie said.
"Look, we agreed I'd hang on for a short time, and it's been almost an hour…way over my time limit," Sam stated.
"True. But I get the feeling that if you leave…all the girls are gonna disappear. Besides, the girls haven't started their booth yet. As a matter of fact, they're headed our way as we speak."
Sam's eyes snapped in the direction of the girls' booth and Artie was right, they were headed their way.
He felt a small measure of relief, even as he watched Mercedes approach, looking especially cute in her round neck, above the knees, white swing dress, neat in the waist and flared from the hips, worn with a short sleeveless denim jacket and sandals, exposing her pretty painted blue toes.
A huge smile blossomed on his face as she…along with the girls…came to a stop beside the booth. And it took everything within not to grab her and kiss her breathless.
"What's up muchachos?" Santana asked. Then, "We came to support you guys before we got started."
"That's nice of you. We'll be sure to return the favor," Sam said, his eyes never leaving Mercedes, who by the way, had her eyes trained only on him.
All at once, the guys and the girls started elbowing each other and snickering at the love-struck couple.
"Ahem," Artie cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "As you guys can see," he said gesturing to the growing line of girls waiting to be kissed. "Our loyal subjects are awaiting. So if you guys want to offer your support, now is the time to it. But make it quick."
Tina surprised everyone by placing five dollars on the counter, then laying a big wet one on Mike. After that, she dropped one onto Sam's cheek and stepped back.
All the girls followed suit then, kissing their partners, then laying one on Sam's cheek...until it came to Mercedes, who placed a fifty-dollar bill on the counter, then went up on her toes and planted a soft kiss on Sam's pouty lips.
Just as she was going to move away, he grabbed her and stared intensely into her eyes…his own green ones holding a promise...to finish what she had started.
A few grumbles from the line of waiting females, caused Sam to release her, but only after he gave her a sweet kiss on her nose and a soft pat to het bottom.
As the girls hurried away, Santana was saying,
"That look Chica…God, that was hot. Let me feel you to see if you're burning up."
Mercedes swatted her hands away, but the cheeky Latina started fanning her whilst mumbling,
"You better watch out girl. I think Fish Lips is sending you a message…"
"Yeah, Merce. He looked as though he wanted to take you right then and there," Tina added.
"Well, I don't know what that look meant, but I think Sam wants to do the horizontal tango with Mercedes," Brittany said.
Every eye turned to her…including Rachel…who actually nodded her head in agreement and said,
"I'd prepare myself if I was you, Mercedes. Sam isn't playing. That look was deep."
For once Santana had to agree with Rachel, instead of giving a biting retort to shut her down. But as they all traipsed back to their booth, where a long line of people were waiting, Mercedes couldn't help but think about the look Sam had given her.
She knew what it meant, of course. And she was ready for any and everything he had to throw at her. Which only made her finalized a decision she was grappling with ever since she and him became official.
By midday, Sam had finally had enough.
He'd gone through two tubes of lip balm and still there was no end in sight to the seemingly hundreds of girls wanting to kiss him or wanting him to kiss them.
He knew some were repeat customers, some in excess of four times returning, just to get a kiss on the cheek or to give him one on his.
But as of now, his mind was in a terrible state, his lips were getting sore and the only person he actually wanted to kiss...was Mercedes.
He needed to get away from here, especially after a particularly ugly incident involving a cheerleader who wanted a different kind of kiss.
She had to be physically removed from him…meaning, the guys had to untangle her arms and legs from around his neck and hips, and unlace her fingers as well.
To say he was on edge and in a sour mood, would be an understatement.
Without one more word, he moved off and headed in the direction of the girls' booth.
Meanwhile at the girls' booth, they too were doing a pretty decent job in collecting money for their trip.
They had now emptied their money tin five times, and was on the way to emptying it again.
Also, Mercedes was now the featured kisser, and everyone so far had dropped five-dollar bills to get a kiss on the cheek from her.
Looking at the line, they all decided that they would be there until late afternoon, so they drew lots to replace Mercedes after a couple hours.
An "Uh-oh" from Tina drew everyone's attention to the line, and standing there waiting to do business next, was none other than Santana's sworn enemy…Anthony.
"No way! Ain't no fucking way this guy could be so stupid," Santana said, her hands clenching and un-clenching.
"San," Mercedes warned. "Behave yourself, girl. He's a paying customer like everyone else."
"No, he's not! He's an idiot! And I'm only too happy to finish what I started at the car wash."
"No, San. Leave him be. I don't think he'll try anything. Besides, I'm pretty sure I can represent myself."
"You do that, Chica. I'll represent Sam."
"San, please. I don't want any trouble and I don't want to draw any unwanted attention," Mercedes pleaded. But the fiery Latina was in her zone. She was ready to go to war with the jock if he so much as breathe the wrong way.
Mercedes rolled her eyes at the Latina and gave a sincere smile to Anthony as he stepped up and placed twenty dollars on the counter.
"What will it be," she asked. And he smiled wickedly.
He had another guy watching the boys' booth…namely, watching Sam, so that he would be in the clear to carry out his little plan.
"Uh…I'm paying for four kisses to the cheek. Two on yours and two on mine," he said.
"Okay. Should I go first, or would you like to go first?" Mercedes asked.
"I'll go first," he offered.
And he did, even as Santana watched his every move.
Now it was Mercedes' turn. She leaned up on her toes and planted one kiss on one cheek and then one on the other.
"There. Thank you for your participation," she said, thinking he was leaving. But he surprised her and placed another twenty dollars on the counter. "Uh…four more?" she asked.
And he nodded.
Like before, Mercedes went first and he went second. But on the last kiss, he turned his head, then reached out and grabbed her face, so that he could kiss her squarely on her lips.
A collective gasp went up from the girls, except for Santana who flew at him. But it was too late, because a large pale hand folded into a fist connected with Anthony's face, knocking him right to the ground.
All of a sudden, an angry Sam was there over him landing punch after punch to his face, until a group of guys pulled him off.
Poor Mercedes, she was so surprised by what Anthony did, she didn't have time to register what was taking place.
Everything seemed to have happened in a blur. But she saw Sam being held back by four guys and he was sporting a homicidal look on his face.
Anthony was on the ground howling, she noted, his face a bloody mess. Then coach Beiste appeared with another guy in tow…and yanked him off the ground, then marched his sorry behind to the locker room to get him cleaned up.
Santana rounded on Mercedes, just as the four guys released Sam.
"I told you. I fucking told you, Chica. I know that burro was up to no good. Ooh…Sam got him good. But I would've kicked him in the balls for good measure."
Mercedes shuddered.
"San…I'm sorry I didn't believe you…"
"Mercedes…" Sam called, cutting her off.
She looked at him, noting his eyes were still hard and his jaw clenched tight.
"Right," she answered and went to him.
Wordlessly, he took her hand and led her away. And as they headed away from the field, they heard Santana say,
"Alright people, show's over, but the kissing booth is still going. Who's next?"
Hope this was good enough. It was done in one go.
Stay safe!