Big Girls Can Be Sexy Too!

Recommendation/Dedication: Recommendation/Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Chrissy0Chris. So loved her The Kind of Love Your Mom Used to Warn You About, the story is very sweet and yet very Sexy. Great job. I highly recommend that you YouTube the section/chapter titles. They are all really great songs.

BTW: I am modeling the glee competitions on Georgia's High School choir Competitions, they say write what you know. So this is what I know; besides it gives others better opportunities to shine.

THANKS: Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed. You have made this story a joy to write…well the reviews, and Puck's potty mouth. When writing for Puck one never needs to search for euphemisms. But I could always use more Positive Reinforcement. ;)

Tana, thank you for forcing me to get back into the swing of things.


CHAPTER 13
Dave K. PoV

I should have known that missing Mercedes Jones deadline was a stupid thing to do. I mean she is the same girl who shoved tater tots up Coach Sylvester's tail-pipe. My day started off with finding that someone had written the word BULLY on my locker in rainbow glitter and confetti. And whoever did it must have used superglue or something because that shit wasn't going anywhere. Trying to get rid of it, only got me covered in the stuff. Then when I finally opened my locker, I was covered in more rainbow glitter, LBGT and anti-bullying pamphlets and candy lips. The stuff exploded out of my locker so hard I got a few paper cuts.

That was only the beginning. Wherever I went, there was one of those friggin Glee chicks with a huge ass slushie, the kind you can only get at the Seven-Eleven. Brittany, she got me first. I didn't even see her. All I heard was a voice out of nowhere. "You should have just done what she told you to do Dave." I thought it was some kind of warning. Her voice was so kind and apologetic…the slushie took me completely by surprise.

Santana got me next, right after first period. Hers hurt…badly. "Added some ice cubes to the mix just for you, closet case. You should man up and get Kurt back here. I've heard very good things about beating people with socks full of butter. Leaves little to no evidence." Damn, I thought she and I had bonded over both of us still being in the closet. Then again I did hear that she had come out as bi…guess no one really cares if a hot girl swings both ways.

Even the Asian girl got me. She didn't just hit me with the slushie; she also kneed me in the crotch. "Just a warm up Karofsky." She taunted. "Just a warm up."

I wondered what she meant but I didn't have to wonder very long. When I turned around there was Jones. With the evilest smile I've even seen anywhere on her face. My blood ran cold. "Look I'm sorry I tried. But there were too many errors. I just need a little more time." I lied. But she either didn't believe me, or she didn't care because the next thing I know she's giving me the Johnny Cage 'Nut Punch'; split and all. I didn't even know fat chicks could do splits. Was the last thought I had before pain enveloped me. I came to a little while later to realize that I was laying in the middle of the hall, in a puddle of my own vomit, with a note on me forehead that said Sexual Harasser.

I really should have written the apology.

Mercedes PoV

Dave should have just written the stupid apology. By lunch time he was a twitchy little asshole. After second period I caught him with a move from one of my big brother's old video games. In third period I managed to drop a dictionary on his lap spine down. In the hall on the way to lunch, I managed to trip him, and kick him in the ribs. I suppose I should feel bad about all this but then I remember the fear in Kurt's eyes the day he told us all he was leaving. And to find out that he was that scared because of Karofsky and his inability to just face his own fucking sexuality. Yeah…you know what? I don't feel bad at all.

Right before lunch I managed to get Puck to help me to put up a poster right above the lunch line. It was Karofsky's year book picture from last year blown up, with rainbows and other subtle LBGT symbol all over it. Under the picture was a simple question… 'Why Do You Bully?' it was simple and thought provoking, and while many won't get it…at least some will.

Do I feel bad in any shape form or fashion for making the poster? Nope. I gave the boy a chance. I made the consequences of his actions very clear. He chose to ignore what he knew would happen. He assumed that I would let him walk all over me like I do my friends. But he isn't a friend, so nope not going to happen. You know I could forgive him if it had been me he hurt, but he hurt Kurt. My best friend. And that I cannot forgive.

I do think that tomorrow I'll put up an Azimio version of the poster. But instead of the rainbows it'll have math symbols and big words. God knows the boy can't read…it will be a nice welcome back present.

Over the course of the week, I made it my mission in life to draw attention to Dave Karofsky as much as I could. I don't mean when he was checking out some dude's butt, which he actually did a lot. No, I brought attention to him whenever he was leaning in to hurt or threaten some kid. Whenever he was going out of his way to pick on someone. Whenever he made to leave the lunchroom with a slushie in his hand. It's hard to be a successful bully when your prey sees you coming.

Rachel was a whole 'nother problem. She kept coming up with new, supposedly subtle ways of trying to push up on Puck. Twice she got caught out by Santana saying shit about me behind my back. She tried to start a rumor that I was pregnant, and that the baby daddy was actually this big black football player who'd moved to Lima over the summer. It got so bad his girlfriend stepped to me.

"What's this shit going around that you're carrying my man's baby?" Julia Jackson asked me. Julia is one of the few Cheerios that I can stand. Then again she's the only one who goes to my church, so that may explain the lack of hatred.

"Berry." I growled. "She wants my man, so she's trying to start all kinds of shit. She even tried to get a few of the hockey players to slushie her so Puck could 'assert his dominance and realize that he cared for her'." I said with a grimace.

"That chick's crazy." Julia laughed.

"Tell me about it. I'm gonna have to take her to the carpet…but I don't really want to. You know she can't fight. Where's the challenge of beating somebody down when you know they can't even make a good fist?" I grumbled.

"Don't worry about her. You do you and let her continue to make herself look like an ass. The SPED kids have more social clout than she does." Julia assured me reasonably. "We might not be close or anything…but in Lima us sistas gotta stick together."

We left it at that…or at least I did. Julia however didn't. Whether she felt personally affronted by the fact that Rachel had used her man it the war on Puckedes, or if Julia just wanted to help, but by the end of the day Rachel Berry was an anathema amongst the students of McKinley High. Poor Rachel, she wasn't getting slushies, she wasn't getting shoulder checked into lockers…she simply wasn't acknowledged. By the end of that fall Thursday, there was not a single person who would speak to her at all. The Cherrios had made it known that anyone speaking to her would join her in the shunning, and no one, not even Jacob Ben Israel was willing to risk it.

Of course, Rachel Berry had to try to launch a counteroffensive. Granted hers was no way near as effective as Julia's. Instead Berry decided that she would try her hand at cyber bullying. It took her less than a week to realize that her attempt were not only futile, but disastrous. Rachel managed to forget that everyone had 'unfriended' her. The few Cheerios who had joined her page just to leave her mean comments had been first. But once the rest of the New Directions found out exactly what all Rachel had done, had joined the shunning. In the end her little online campaign to hurt my feelings ended up getting her grounded for a month.

It took her the whole month to launch her next attack. This time she decided to do so in glee. "Mr. Schuester, I feel that I must bring it to your attention that Mercedes has found that it is not satisfying enough to rip away my solos and replace my grandiose talent with her own far less spectacular vocals, she has now begun to attempt to bully and ostracize me completely."

All I could do was roll my eyes. Around the room we were all looking at that child as though she were completely psychologically unstable, which we were all realizing that she, in fact, was. Mr. Schuester, however managed to remain oblivious to the undercurrents of disbelief in the room. "What do you mean Rachel?" He asked concerned.

She huffed and gestured to the room at large, a room in which she sat alone and the rest of us were clustered together. "Really, Mr. Schuester, you cannot have possibly missed the great divide her in the classroom. Or the fact that no one has spoken to me in weeks. Even some of the teachers have fallen into her ploy. It has been almost two weeks and Coach Sylvester hasn't called me any of her pejorative and rather derogatory names. Even Jacob Ben Israel turns away from me without so much as a leer." She whined.

"Rachel, I'm sure you are exaggerating." Mr. Schuester soothed.

"No, for once the Tiny Terror is telling the unvarnished truth. Well not about her level of talent, or Aretha's but about the organized shunning…oh that's damn true." Santana crowed.

Quinn nodded regally. "She is also wrong about the source. Mercedes had nothing to do with it. Well other than to be a victim of Rachel's untutored attempts at character assassination. No, you see Rachel decided to use the wrong girl's boyfriend in her most recent and most ridiculous attempt to break up Puck and Mercedes."

Mike laughed. "That Cheerio, Julia, has managed to unify the jocks, the cheer chicks, the AV nerds, the band geeks, the dweebs and the outcasts all against Rachel Berry."

Mr. Schuester looked aghast. "Is that really necessary?" He chided. "It is wrong to bully and torment your classmate."

"It is wrong for her to spend the better part of a month spreading malicious rumors and trying to sew dissention among her classmates. It is wrong for her to try to steal another girl's boyfriend, yet again. It was wrong for her to send poor Sunshine to a crack house." Artie pointed out.

"Maybe it is time for Little Miss Berry to learn that her actions have consequences." Sam said pointedly. "Ever since I moved here I've seen her do things that would have gotten her arrested back home, but you just continued to reward her misbehavior. So now she has to find out that not everyone will let her get away with attempted murder. That ain't a bad thing. Better she learn now than when she could be tried as an adult."

"She…Rachel…" Mr. Schuester sputtered.

"She has committed a clearly criminal action; she has committed several immoral actions. Every one blasts me out and calls me a bitch and I haven't done anything near as fucked up as the things Miss Priss has done. I mean come on. Just recently she tried to convince the whole school that Mercedes was pregnant with some miscellaneous jock's kid because she was cheating on Puck. When anyone with eyes can see that Puck is like fifty times hotter than that other cat. She has gone behind Wheezy's back spreading rumors and bullshit, if it weren't for the fact that most people like Jones better than Berry, some real shit could have popped off." Santana told the stuttering man. "Her own fathers have punished her for the crap she's pulled online, but here you go one mo' 'gain trying to make it seem like her shit don't stink. I just don't get it. Yeah, she can sing…pop and Streisand. Jones can sing EVERYTHING. Jeez Schue, how white are you…Wait you voted for McCain-Palin, didn't you?"

"Even if I did…" Schuester said confusedly. "What does that have to do with the current subject?"

"Santana had this theory that the only reason any educated person would have voted for any ticket including Sarah Palin did so only because they were either blatantly or latently racist." Quinn told the teacher.

"That chick was scary stupid." Finn shuddered. "I mean if I'm smarter than you, you really shouldn't be allowed to hold public office."

"I know…Right!" Brittany chimed in. "Even I know that seeing Russia from your back porch isn't a good thing. I mean if they decide to be our enemies again, that just puts you as their number one easiest target."

While none of us could fault her logic, neither could we totally agree with the way she'd made her point. Talking with Brittany often left you with that feeling. The disquiet of wondering whether she had just said something amazingly profound, or completely idiotic.

Rachel rolled her eyes. I braced for the bullshit she was getting ready to spew. I was unsurprised that rather than address the tangent, she pulled the conversation back to the main subject, her favorite one. "I simply set my goals and do what is necessary to achieve them. There is nothing wrong with that."

The whole room looked at her, most with disdain and disbelief, Mr. Schuester with pride. "It is good to set goals and strive hard to achieve them." he crowed.

"Yeah, right. My granddaddy has always told us that 'what you achieve doesn't amount to much when you weigh it against how you achieved it'. If you've gotta stomp all over people to get ahead that don't make you successful…it makes you pathetic." Sam said sagely.

"Yes and I'm sure that we all see where that has gotten your family." Rachel said snidely. Even Mr. Schuester was looking at her contemptuously now. Not that she noticed, Rachel has a way of ignoring what she doesn't want to see.

"Oh you mean wealthy in the things people can't take away. Really punta. His parents might have had a hard time but they stuck that shit out together. What adversary have you faced? And don't give me any of that two gay dads bull…that's their drama. You came out lily white, so you don't have to face the same shit you would if Leroy's swimmers had been faster. You are friendless not because you have a physical difference, or because you've been unjustly bullied. You are friendless because your personality is literally lemon juice, fine in small doses, or when combined with other juices, but just dealing with you is acidic and bitter and a huge ordeal. The fact that Sam just tried to school you and teach you something that could only improve the shit storm your life is going to end up as, and you came out of your neck with that garbage…just proves my point." Santana told the other girl certainly.

"Santana, while we can all agree that Rachel should never have made that last statement…ever. You do need to remember that you are at school and as such really shouldn't use certain words." Mr. Schuester said sternly. "Now, we have very little time left before sectionals, so we'll spend the rest of class working on our first number. Puck, Finn…front and center gentlemen."

The rest of class flew by. It seemed like time was constantly flying by. Between forcing Karofsky to apologize publicly…which he only did after several days of being besieged whenever he walked the halls, and dealing with Rachel's drama; it seemed that there just wasn't enough time to truly enjoy the blessings I've been given. With that thought I finally knew exactly which of the three songs I've been preparing for my solo I'm gonna do.


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Illy