Hey! I'm not dead! Sorry for the wait!


"Oh! Hell to the nah!" Mercedes cried, placing a hand on her hip. "First, you don't call, e-mail or text me! Then, you don't bother to tell me 'bout him!"

"Mercedes please don't freak. You haven't exactly given me your contact info."

"Rabid fans know my number and my best friend doesn't. To think I haven't seen you since graduation! Goodness!" Mercedes smiled at Jimmy and shook his hand. "Hi, I'm Mercedes, Kurt's friend. We were in Glee."

"I'm Jimmy,"

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to knock some sense into this boy."

"Just don't hurt him too badly."

"It's just my purse. At most, he'll have a scratch." Mercedes slapped Kurt with her purse once. "Now, you" she glanced at Jimmy. "Leave for a quick second."

"Um…"

"Just do it!"

Jimmy raised his arms as though he was being arrested, slowly walking toward Rachel and Finn.

"Now," She smiled sweetly. "Tell me about this boy,"

Kurt grinned. Good old Mercedes, "Well, there was this one time, in college…"


Noah wasn't surprised when he couldn't find any of the gang members through the vast crowd. But when someone called, "Yo, Noah!" it was unmistakable.

"Jimmy De Luca? I thought you were back in Italy, cooking somethin' in that one restaurant."

"I was. But, there was a change of plans, met someone, so I moved here."

"Oh. Who are they? Someone I might now?"

"Lookin' at you, no, you wouldn't know them."

"So, they're from Italy? England? France? Where?" Noah asked.

"No, they're American. I just don't think that you would make friends with them."

"How do you know that?"

"Because you make friends with the toughest of the tough. Your friends ride motorcycles, own guns, and are in biker gangs."

"So they're a wuss?"

"No! Not at all. They just drive a Hybrid Prius and own lots and lots of hair gel!"

"Hmm… wanna introduce me?"

"Sure," Jimmy then called "Bambino! There's someone I want you to meet!"

Noah was expecting a buxom blonde wearing Prada heels, but what he got was less than expected. What he got was a brunette wearing Marc Jacobs.

"Hummel?"

While Kurt stood in shock, Jimmy couldn't help but mumble a prayer that meant they would get through this without one strangling the other.


Quinn drove as fast as she could with Caroline in back, but when she got to the alley, all she saw were empty motorcycles.

"Mommy? Where's daddy?"

"I think he's inside, honey. Hold my hand while we're in there, okay?"

"Okay." Caroline took Quinn's hand and entered the club around the corner.


Tina and Artie drove around for awhile, before Tina slammed on the breaks.

"What happened, babe?"

"Is that Quinn Fabray from Glee Club?" She questioned, pointing to the blonde across the street with a child fallowing her.

"I think it is,"

"Where do you think she's going?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out."

The family got out, including Sunday, who took a seat in her father's lap.

Fallowing Quinn proved to be easy but once inside, it was hard to tell who Quinn was and who was some random blonde.

Though, you knew it was Quinn when you saw her holding the hand of a small child.


"We haven't danced like this since graduation." Rachel twisted her arm around Finn's neck, swaying to the drum beat.

"I know."

"It's kinda nice, to not have to worry about college, papers, and stuff."

"Yeah. And the best part is that it's just you, me and the music."

Rachel hummed in agreement, leaning up to plant a tender kiss on his lips.

Suddenly, someone cried. "It really happened!"

Turning away from the kiss, Finn saw Artie, polos and all, but with a young girl- maybe five or six years old- asleep on his lap, and Tina, having thrown away her Goth clothes and sporting jeans and a green shirt that stretched to fit a five month baby bump.

"Artie? What are you doing here?" Finn questioned, glancing at the sleeping youngster.

"Tina and I were just going out and I thought I saw Quinn somewhere. You'll know it's her when she's holding hands with a little girl."

Rachel looked curious. "She brought a child with her?"

Tina nodded. "Guess so. But maybe we can all catch up. It's been so long," She took Rachel in a friendly hug.

"I know! Where have you been?" Rachel grinned, before glancing at the other woman's abdomen. "Oh my god! How long til your due?"

"Not for a good long four months, I hope! I mean, it's not like I'm not happy, just I'm hoping Sunday over there will have time to adjust."

"I know what you mean. How about I go get you reacquainted with the rest of the gang?"

"That's cool,"


Jimmy made himself another drink. "Mamma Mia,"

This is terrible! Puck and Kurt just can't seem to get along. I fear for my bambino's life. They'll strangle each other when I least expect it, and I'll find them dead in the bathroom, and one of them- probably Noah- will be grinning like an idiot.

To top it all off, why was some blondie in a Texas Cowboy Cheerleader winking at me?

And there she was, blonde hair curled, orange mini skirt and revealing shirt being sported. The woman just waved flirtatiously, before model- strutting over. The Italian took another sip of his drink. Here we go again,

But instead of asking for a drink, the girl climbed onto the bar, and started dancing. Shimmying, swaying, and turning, she had every guy in there praying for a dance. But it seemed she only had her eye on Jimmy.

He said a silent prayer that she would get that she had crushed on the wrong guy and move onto the biker below her.

But she grinned devilishly at him, before beckoning in a way that would have driven another man crazy.


"I hate him, M! He just makes me so mad!" Kurt slammed his shot onto the table in emphasis.

"Puck never seems to change much does he?" Mercedes sympathized.

"How can Jimmy even stand to be friends with him?"

The superstar's dark eyes grew wide, tapping her friend's shoulder before pointing over toward the bar. Kurt fallowed her finger, his own eyes growing wide with jealousy at the sight.

Some girl was dancing on the table, beckoning and doing stuff that Kurt would rather not see. But what really made him angry was that she was doing it to Jimmy.

"Who does that bitch think she is?" He whispered.

"Are you just gonna stand there and let that hoe flirt with your man?" Mercedes cried, in indignation.

"Would I do that?" Kurt questioned rhetorically. "I'm gonna go over to that bitch and put her in her place!"

"Now, that's my man!"


Jimmy couldn't take it anymore. This woman just wouldn't give up. Every time he looked her way, she was smiling like a horse, as if that would help.

This is too much. Why doesn't she just give up? I mean, it's not like I haven't been flirted with by a woman before. Hell, it happens on a daily basis. But eventually, they guess that I'm gay and give up!

Through his peripheral vision, he could see Kurt coming over, face drawn in a jealous frown. A light bulb seemed to click in Jimmy's mind. He grinned as an easy way out fled into his head.


Quinn raced around the club, desperately searching for Noah. Caroline lay in her arms, having fallen asleep just minutes before.

Where can he possibly be?

But that's when she bumped into someone's muscled chest.

"Quinnie?"

Looking up, Quinn found the deep dark eyes of Noah Puckerman. "Where have you been, Noah? I have been looking everywhere for you!"

"I'm sorry. The rest of the guys came in here. But I ran into an old friend and I want you to meet him."

Quinn's eyes widened with curiosity. "Okay. But only for a minute."

Noah kissed her on the cheek. "C'mon,"


Kurt strode forward, the alcohol prepared to talk for him.

Don't you dare make a move on my man! He has better taste than that whore.

Jimmy was striding over by that time, planting a kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear "Save me!"

So the younger man helped him the best way he could. A kiss should do the trick.


"We're almost there, babe," Noah had a tight grip on the hand that wasn't holding a snoozing Caroline.

"I really want to go home; Caroline's tired and so am I. If we don't find him, can we please just go home?" Quinn pleaded, shifting Caroline on her hip.

"I promise we'll go home if we don't find him."

But that's when Noah's feet stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I've found him,"


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