Chapter 6- Another One Bites The Dust
The unhappy visitor barged into the entrance of the house, not at all happy with the night's events so far. Kurt scowled at the rudeness that had just taken place, but rolled his eyes when he realised that it was nothing other than what he had expected. He hadn't foresaw an intrusion on their night, but he figured a meltdown was coming sooner or later.
"Hello, Mercedes."
"Kurt, you better tell me what the fuck is going on right now before I cut a bitch."
"Oh, Mercedes, you and I both know that your threats of physical violence are just that. You would never inflict pain onto somebody. Although that's only because you're scared of retaliation."
As if on cue, Brittany, Quinn, Santana and Tina ascended from the basement, hearing Mercedes Jones' shrill shrieking from by the door.
"So it's true! They're all here! Kurt, I thought you and I were best friends yet I wasn't even invited!"
Kurt sighed, despondently. "Mercedes, I knew this time would come. Please make your way down to the basement. It appears that we have some things to discuss." Kurt nodded to the girls, who scattered back into Kurt's bedroom, followed by Mercedes as Kurt pulled up the rear.
"Mercedes. The full truth of this little tale is that you and I are not best friends. We're not even close friends, really."
"Okay, you're insane, white boy. You're my best friend."
"When's my birthday?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, smirking. Santana shared his facial expression, as did Quinn. They all knew that Mercedes didn't actually know and that she would come up with a guess that would be so completely wrong that they would all laugh. Even Tina, who was usually pretty respectful to people.
"October 12th?" Mercedes' tone justified that she did not even nearly know.
"My birthday," Kurt sighed, "is on July 14th. I had a party last year. You were there, Mercedes."
"I knew that, boo. I just forgot."
Brittany had had enough. She had known Kurt most of her life and she was not about to let him be treated badly by Mercedes Jones. "Stop the lies, Mercedes. You're offending everybody."
"W-What?"
"You heard me perfectly. I know you have this insane desire to have a gay male best friend that will tell you what outfits look good and when your makeup looks good, but Kurt doesn't deserve such objectifying treatment."
She continued with a raging tirade of statements that Santana and Kurt were so impressed with.
"Kurt is so much more than his sexuality. He is loving, intelligent, talented, hilarious, independent and does not deserve such a shitty friend that you have proved to be. The fact that you even showed up here demanding an invite to a sleepover should show you just as much."
Kurt held up a hand politely to show Brittany's spiel. "Speaking of such, how did you know they were here?"
Santana held up her phone. "Facebook status. I told the world about how much fun we were having."
"You planned this." Kurt stated, knowing that Santana would have done anything to catch Mercedes being territorial and selfish. He commended her plan but questioned her timing.
"And yet you're friends with Satan, somebody who has countlessly gone out of her way to insult us."
Kurt chuckled. "And you're completely lovely to her? You insult her just as much, Mercedes, so don't play that game with me."
"If anyone's playing games, Kurt, it's you. You made me think we were friends, when secretly you've got your own exclusive set of friends behind my back."
"Do you even hear yourself, Mercedes?" Tina interrupted, Santana nodding at her backbone. "You said 'behind my back'. Like Kurt has to check with to see if he can have friends. Just so you know, Kurt and Brittany have been best friends since the age of seven. And here you are, not even knowing they spoke to each other, surprised that Kurt has friends besides you!"
Quinn chuckled to herself. Mercedes glared at her fiercely.
"What's got you so amused?!"
"Oh, nothing. It's just that you're trying to force your way into this group. You wouldn't fit in with the mould, Mercedes. One, I'm not entirely sure I even like you. Two, you're too demanding."
"So you're turning your back on me as well? After everything I did for you!"
Quinn pursed her lips and nodding, knowing that would come up. She would always be grateful to Mercedes for letting her live at her house during the pregnancy, but she couldn't keep using it as reasons to make Quinn feel guilty. "Mercedes, you know that I'll always be grateful to you for letting me inside your home for those weeks leading up to Beth's birth. You know that. But it was you that severed our tie. We were close. But what you said that night really changed everything. And you thought Kurt was your friend."
Kurt frowned. It was the first he heard of something like this. And Kurt knew everything about McKinley. That was his trademark. He was a gossip ninja, for Gucci's sake! "Quinn?" If it was about him, he wanted to know.
"I really shouldn't say. I'm not at liberty to divulge such information."
"Mercedes?"
"Quinn shouldn't have said anything. Keep your slutty mouth shut in the future, Fabray!"
Santana scowled at Mercedes and stood up. "No me gusta! Qué chingados! Vete a la verga ruca!"
Kurt held up a hand. "Santana. Mercedes, I'll ignore what you just said to Quinn on the condition that you tell me what you said regarding me that Quinn politely decided to leave to you."
Mercedes sighed and folded her arms.
"You have to tell him, Mercedes." Tina soothed. Santana tapped her arm and shook her head.
"No being nice. This is part of the plan." Santana whispered. Tina nodded, interested to see where it all went.
"Fine. It's not like it's going to lose me any favour at this point."
"I'm waiting." Kurt shrugged, irritated by Mercedes' audacity.
Another sigh from Mercedes. "It was during Gaga week." Kurt instantly stiffened. Nothing good could ever have come from those words. Santana was ready to strike if necessary. She didn't think that it would be thought. Kurt had this. Brittany was just ready to console her best friend in case Mercedes said something cruel like she was so used to doing.
"I can't. Quinn, you do it."
Quinn had no problem with that. Kurt knew that she hadn't thought the same. She was perfectly fine with shoving Mercedes in a metaphorical ditch. "Well, Mercedes was the perfect friend to you. She didn't realise that we were friends, you see, and thought I shared her views. I didn't…"
Flashback: Sophomore Year
Mercedes crossed the room, scrubbing off her Gaga makeup. It had been an amazing performance from the girls and Kurt, but the day had been darkened somewhat with outside events. Kurt had shown up to the second Glee rehearsal in the worst mood Mercedes had seen him in since 'Pink Houses'-gate. When she had asked him what was wrong, he had declined to answer. She just shrugged it off. He was probably being melodramatic anyway.
"Quinn, did you notice something wrong with Kurt today?"
Quinn quickly decided to play this tactically. Mercedes still didn't know that she and Kurt were friends. Quinn was in no hurry at all to tell her.
"No, I don't really pay much attention to him, if I'm honest." She wasn't being honest. She figured that God owed her one and would let these little lies slide.
"You're probably right to do so." Quinn frowned.
"What'd you mean?"
"Well, he's probably just overreacting. I mean, sure he gets bullied by the jocks. They push him into lockers but all of us get bullied. It's like Kurt wants to be picked on by the football team. Maybe he likes the attention, however negative it may be." Quinn hummed noncommittally. She was really interested to see Mercedes' true colours.
"Or maybe he's just depressed about Finn. Maybe he finally realised that he has absolutely zero chance with Finn. You have to admit, it is a little creepy how Kurt hangs all over Finn's every word. It's sort of…sort of like Kurt's stalking him. He seems to be everywhere Finn is all the time and he doesn't seem to be able to grasp that Finn is 100% straight. I mean, even if Finn was gay, I don't think it'd work."
"How so?"
"Well, Finn likes things to be really simple. Kurt's too complicated. He always has so much drama going on in his life and he doesn't hesitate to dump it all on me. I mean, Kurt's great, but I have my own stuff going on too, you know? I don't need Kurt and his 1000 issues clogging up my brain."
"Wow Mercedes, way to let go."
"Sorry, Q, he's just really getting on my nerves at the moment. Sometimes I just put up with him because he hasn't got any other friends. I feel bad on the guy, you know?" Quinn just nodded quickly.
"Sorry, Beth's pressing against my bladder. Duty calls!"
"You bitch." Santana seethed, in English this time. Tina shook her head furiously and Brittany was crying tears of rage. Quinn looked upset just telling the story.
But Kurt remained completely apathetic. "Get out."
Mercedes blinked harshly. "What?"
"I said, get the hell out of my house. You're no longer welcome here. As for Glee Club, don't expect me to talk to you. You crossed a line, Mercedes. You didn't just say all of those things, you said them to somebody else. One of my best friends, no less. But you weren't to know that. Because you're only interested in yourself. You're selfish and this won't go without repercussions."
Brittany coughed as Mercedes went to leave the room. "Don't think you're only dealing with Kurt. Anyone who hurts him like you have goes down. I'm not making any exceptions for you. If you think I'm bluffing, just wait until Monday."
Santana didn't get to claw Mercedes' eyes out like she wanted to. And oh how she wanted to.
Tina just looked appalled. Well, she knew that Mercedes could be all kinds of selfish, but not like that. That had to cross a line. One that couldn't go unpunished.
Quinn squeezed Kurt's hands, expecting some emotion to show. Sadness, maybe. Anger, definitely.
Kurt's face contorted into a raging expression that nobody but Brittany had ever seen before. "As if I wasn't already making revenge plans for a selfish fuckboy, now I have to accommodate her into our scheme. I know you're all expecting me to cry, but I won't. She didn't say anything that I already thought myself. I'm not really angry about the fact that she said those things. It's that they were said to Quinn. Then she posed as my 'best friend' again the very next day in Glee Club. I won't be lied to or tricked. Badmouthed, I can handle. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, not even close. Mercedes Jones is about to be taken the fuck down."
"How?" Tina piped up.
"Hmm, good point. Well, she cares about her reputation doesn't she? A lot. How about we take that from her? She doesn't have a lot. She needs a gossip system. Tina, you're currently it. Cut her off."
"Done and done." Tina smirked.
"Outstanding."
"Is anyone else really excited for school tomorrow?" Quinn asked, making Santana scowl. "No, not as in the curriculum. But lunch, free periods, Glee Club. It's going to be how we want it. Finally, we're going to get to rule everything how we like."
Santana shuddered at the thought.
"Get ready, McKinley, because we're coming for you." Brittany muttered. "And your ducks."
Kurt really was looking forward to seeing how their dynamic played out. Puck, Mercedes and the rest of the school were about to find out just how powerful they all were within their own circles and, soon, the entire school.
Author's Note: So the next chapter will finally be the first day at school in their junior year! Don't miss it! Review pls!
