Rated T for offensive language, mild sex themes and non-graphic sex scenes, scattered violence, and drama.
I'll post author's notes at the end of every chapter.
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Desire
"Okay," Kurt exhaled, sorting anxiously through his luggage while sitting on the motel bed with nothing but a bathrobe on. Blaine chuckled.
"Why'd you pack a whole suitcase for a night at a motel?" he was curious to know.
"For just in case I have a mini heart attack and decide to run away if it's all too traumatic," Kurt said nervously. Blaine was lying in bed without any clothes on; his toned arms and chest hair were seen above the covers.
"You're the cutest thing I've ever seen," he said with a kind smile.
Kurt blushed and turned to him. "I think I'm almost ready." He stood up, and Blaine looked up at Kurt expectantly, his hazel eyes filled with anticipation. He did not hurry Kurt, but he was impatient. Kurt took a few more breaths, and then stripped himself of his velvet bathrobe. His pale, hairless chest, arms, stomach, and legs were exposed to Blaine. The only thing he had on to cover himself was a thong. But the thong was so small that it left very little to Blaine's imagination. Kurt bent over, lifted the covers, and crawled into the bed beside Blaine. Blaine rolled onto his side and pulled Kurt closer to him. Their chests touched.
Blaine held Kurt around his shoulders, and Kurt held Blaine around his waist.
Within the next few minutes, Blaine pulled Kurt's thong off of him and they got closer than Kurt imagined he could get with another person. Kurt breathed unevenly, arousing Blaine. He began kissing his neck passionately. Kurt moaned with fervor. He took Blaine's face in his hands and kissed his lips softly. Blaine stuck his tongue into his mouth, causing Kurt to moan some more. Blaine then licked Kurt's cheek. He tasted like a delicious dessert.
Kurt rolled onto his stomach so that his backside was exposed to Blaine. Blaine climbed on top of him, and then let him have it. As he did so, he steamily kissed the back of his neck, causing every hair on Kurt's body to rise. He felt chills all over. Both of them were sweating with desire. That motel room was very hot indeed. Kurt knew that Blaine currently had all the control over him, so he decided to turn the tables, and moaned and gasped seductively.
Blaine became dizzy. He sighed and said, "You drive me crazy, Kurt."
"I know, honey," Kurt breathed, and he tackled Blaine so that he was now underneath him. Kurt entered Blaine's behind, and stroked the back of his neck with his fingers. Blaine was breathing unevenly and shuddering. After a while, they were both on their backs again, and Blaine kissed Kurt. Kurt twirled Blaine's dark curly locks around his fingers.
Blaine got on top of Kurt and wrapped his legs around his waist. Kurt craned his neck and kissed Blaine's collarbone. "Oh," Blaine moaned. "You blow my mind, Kurt…"
Kurt smirked and continued to get it on with his boyfriend. All night long they engaged in wet, hot, strenuous lovemaking. What the boys did not know was that they were being watched by David Karofsky. The curtains were not closed, and through a pair of binoculars Dave could see it all. He watched bitterly as the lovely Kurt rocked the world of that stupid little hobbit, and wished that he could take Blaine's place. He watched as Blaine kissed Kurt all over his body passionately, and as Kurt held onto Blaine lovingly.
"Oh, yeah, every straight guy's nightmare that all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well, guess what, ham hock? You're not my type!Yeah, I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty."
Those words stung Dave. They stung him every time he remembered them. Getting Kurt Hummel in bed just was never gonna happen. Dave clenched his fists and glared at Blaine. He was so charismatic, good-looking, and heroic. It just made Dave so mad that the boy he loved - Kurt - was so shallow. It. Hurt. So. Bad. Dave cursed loudly, shoved the pair of binoculars inside his football jacket, and stormed off. He kicked a lamppost on his way.
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Dating Sam Evans made Mercedes Jones feel the way that Artie probably felt when he first started dating Brittany: unreal. All her life Mercedes had been an outsider, struggling with her weight. So how the hell did she land a super hot, sweet, blond football player? She asked that question every night before she went to sleep, but she also thanked the Lord for giving him to her. The stars were obviously on her side. She knew that for sure.
After two years of having been in love with her best friend Kurt Hummel, it was refreshing to finally be with a man who could reciprocate her feelings. Her brief "romance" with Puck didn't count. Sam was her first actual boyfriend.
The two of them were currently at the movie theater. Mercedes paid; Sam was very poor, so Mercedes knew it was only right that she was the one that paid for almost everything they did. Sam was worth it, though. Damn, he was worth every last cent. Before they left for their date, Mercedes gave Kurt a call, asking him what she should wear. He told her to wear something cute: jeans, sandals, and a white tank under a black jacket. She'd curled her hair. Sam was wearing a brown jacket and ordinary pair of jeans. His soft blond hair was all messy.
"I really enjoyed our date tonight, Sam," Mercedes said shyly, still holding the large bag of popcorn after the movie was over. They walked into the lobby and stopped. Sam smiled.
"Does anyone know we're dating?" he asked.
"Just Kurt," Mercedes replied. "He's my best friend. He made me tell him."
Sam laughed. "Anyone besides Kurt?"
Mercedes shook her head. "No, not that I know of. Why?"
"I wanna be exclusive," Sam said, taking her hand. "That's why, when I get back online, I want to make it facebook official."
"Aww, Sam," Mercedes said. I'm so lucky, she thought to herself.
"What do you wanna do now?" Sam asked her.
"I kinda want a hotdog," Mercedes said, eyeing the counter where they were being sold.
"Be right back. I'm gonna get one for you," Sam told her.
"Okay, here's a few dollars," Mercedes said, reaching for her pocket to get out her wallet. Sam held his hand up, gesturing for her to leave it there.
"I'll pay," he told her.
"No Sam, you don't have to do that -" Mercedes assured him.
"I want to," Sam said with a wink. His girlfriend smiled in admiration at him, and he walked over to the counter. He took every last coin out of his pocket to pay for the hotdog with. Mercedes sighed, and then she imagined herself singing:
"Sunday morning at the door. You were coming back for more. We were kicking it all around (oh yeah!). I was looking in your eyes. You thought it was justified. You said m-m-m-mor-or-or-ore!" Then Sam came back over to her with a hotdog in his hand and a smile on his face. "Oh! Don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful! One life today; you're irresistible. Get up, get out, stay wonderful. All this time is waiting for you. Don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful!" Then she and Sam walked out of the movie theater, and into Lima City.
As they continued to walk together, Mercedes continued to imagine herself singing to him, "Poison kisses in the rain. You were calling out my name. Laughing like the joke was on me (always on me). Singing Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da. Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba da! Oh! Don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful! One life today; it's undeniable. Get up, get out, stay wonderful. All this time is waiting for you. Don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful! Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da. Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba da! Oh! Don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful! One life today: you're irresistible (oh yeah!). Get up, get out, stay wonderful. All this time is waiting for you. Don't stop, don't change, stay wonderful! Oh! Won't lie today: you're irresistible. Get up, get out, stay wonderful. All this time is waiting for you. Don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful (beautiful!)! One life today: you're irresistible (irresistible! irresistible!) Get up, get out, stay wonderful. All this time is waiting for you. All this time is waiting for you!"
"Mercedes," Sam said, and he stopped walking. Mercedes came back to reality from her imagination.
"Yes, Sam?" she said.
The beautiful boy bent down and kissed her lips. The action took Mercedes by surprise, but she felt so amazed. This was her first-ever kiss. Suddenly the sky was filled with fireworks. When Sam stepped back from her, he took a deep breath and waited for her to say something.
"Sam?" Mercedes finally said after a long pause.
"Yeah?" he said.
"I feel like I'm dreaming," Mercedes said pitifully. "Am I gonna wake up?"
Sam laughed kindly. "No. This is real," he promised her.
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"Can I put my hand on your leg?" Puck asked Lauren while they sat on her living room couch, watching The Hangover.
"If you want it to get bitten off, go for it," was all Lauren said in response. She didn't take her eyes off the TV screen as she ate from her bowl of popcorn.
"C'mon, Zizes," Puck groaned, shaking his head. "I've been patient. Look, with most girls I probably would'a left by now. But I've been a gentleman toward you for months. In return, don't I get something?"
"Yes, you get to admire me every day," Lauren replied.
"When are ya gonna put out for me?" Puck wanted to know.
"When I feel like it," Lauren snapped at him. She sniffed. "Maybe when you take a shower. You smell like crap."
Puck smelled his arm and made a face. "Yikes."
"And, boy, you haven't waited all that long," Lauren said, finally turning to face him. "First of all, I respect myself, and I'm not gonna just put me out for you. So if you want this, you best give me time. Hear what I'm sayin', foo?"
A grin spread on Puck's face. "God, I love you."
"That's your misfortune," Lauren scoffed, turning away from him.
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Mike and Tina were eating together at Breadstix. "Mmm! I love these things!" Tina said, eating one of the breadsticks.
"They're no dim sum," Mike chuckled quietly.
"Come on, Mike," Tina laughed. "These breadsticks are just as good as dim sum. Listen to yourself. You're such a stereotype. Haven't you ever wanted to ditch the image?"
"You mean, you're not proud to be an Asian?" Mike asked.
"No, it's not that at all," Tina assured him. "I'm very proud to be Asian. I just think that sometimes our being Asian is all we ever talk about."
"You might have a point," Mike agreed after a moment of considering it. "But it's not like we only have Asian friends. We're the only Asians in Glee Club, and we're friends with everyone in there. Artie used to be your best friend, and now Alyssa is. They're white. When Matt was here, he was my best friend, and he was black. I hang out with Trey now, and he's also black. We're not superior or anything."
Tina laughed. "You're so funny."
"I love you," Mike told her, and Tina nodded.
"I love you too," she told him.
"You're the first person I've ever loved," Mike went on.
"You're the first person I've ever loved too," Tina told him.
"So," Mike said, looking satisfied, "you never loved Artie?"
Tina thought about it for a moment. "Well, I liked him, but I never loved him. Or at least, I don't think… no. No. I never loved Artie. I just kinda liked him."
"Sweet, then you're my first love and I'm yours," Mike said happily.
"Yeah," Tina said, and then she thought about Artie some more. She remembered that when she dated him, they talked about a lot more than just the fact that Tina was Asian. He'd seen her as being so much more than that. "Right…"
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Santana tried not to let herself get too upset when she was over at Brittany's house. She was glad to be with Brittany, but she was not so glad that Artie was there too. Brittany and Artie were baking something, and Brittany kept getting the ingredients all over Artie's face and licking them off with her tongue. The two of them were laughing like morons. Santana shook her head in annoyance and stood back with her arms crossed. This was very irritating.
"Come on, Santana," Brittany insisted. "Your face would taste sweet with flour on it."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Santana said. "I'm more of a sour type."
Every time Santana spoke, Artie looked down at the tile floor awkwardly. He found it extremely awkward that Santana had to be there while he was fooling around with his girlfriend. He didn't know why she had to be there all the time. It made things feel very uncomfortable for him. He just knew that sooner or later Brittany would ask for a threesome, and hot as it was, Artie didn't want to have to share his girlfriend with another girl. He remembered that when he dated Tina, he never had to worry about anything like that.
"You guys are really no fun," Brittany said to both Artie and Santana, but she still wore a good-natured smile on her face. "You're not even looking at each other. But me: I'm the life of the party. Whoo! I'm the only one speaking to both of you."
"What am I supposed to say to her?" Artie asked, looking bitterly at Santana.
"And when I look out, I can't even see him," Santana said spitefully. "His chair isn't tall enough for me to see at eyelevel."
Artie scowled. Santana wasn't mean, but even she wouldn't have it in her to make a gibe at a crippled kid in a wheel chair if she wasn't so jealous that he was dating the obvious love of her life. Brittany was too stupid to know that the two of them felt extremely uncomfortable being in the same room together, especially when she was also in it. But the last time Artie had told her she was stupid… Brittany had broken up with him. He was amazed that she actually decided to get back with him afterward.
"Guess when she's not in school, she doesn't have to be all anti-bully, huh?" Artie asked, careful not to speak as though Santana was actually there. "Speaking of anti-bully, where's her boyfriend Karofsky?"
"In his bedroom, jerking off," Santana said bluntly.
"That's gross," Brittany groaned. Artie also made a face.
"Hey, he's male, isn't he?" Santana pointed out. "It's kind of his nature. It's gross, but that's what guys do."
Artie smirked. "Then I guess you do it, Santana."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Watch it, four-eyes."
It was obvious what Santana and Artie were trying to do, but things that were usually considered obvious weren't obvious to Brittany. She was slower than the average seventeen-year-old girl. Santana was trying to convince Brittany that guys were nasty, and that girls were better. Artie was trying to point out Santana's lesbianism, and embarrass her in front of Brittany. None of them were successful; they seemed to forget who they were talking about. Subtleties and implications weren't going to be make sense to Brittany S. Pierce.
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Quinn: I wanna see u.
Bryce: U do?
Quinn: I'm finally single. ? Do u say?
Bryce: That's great. U wanna go on a d8?
Quinn: How about next Friday? Breadstix?
Bryce: Sounds great. C u school.
Quinn: U 2. ;)
Quinn closed her phone and sat contently on her living room couch. She wasn't going to be lonely anymore. She was finally going to have a boyfriend again, and Finn Hudson was going to be sorry. She couldn't wait until Finn saw her and Bryce together. He would surely become jealous to see her with a younger, hotter man… wouldn't he?
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One day while the kids in Glee were waiting for Mr. Schue, Sam was reading The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Mercedes was sitting in between him and Kurt, who was whispering to her about how in love with Blaine he was. Rachel was sitting with Finn at the front of the room. Quinn was sitting with Bryce. Artie was sitting with Brittany and Santana. Trey was sitting with Puck and Lauren. Alyssa was sitting with Tina and Mike. Riley and Tristan were sitting together. Riley was staring at Sam with a smirk on her face. She remembered what Coach Sylvester told her to do: destroy every member of the Glee Club, one by one.
"Hey, I think it would be appropriate for you to buy a copy of that book in Braille."
Sam looked up at her. "Excuse me? I'm not blind."
"Oops, my mistake. I kind of assumed you were." Riley looked right at Mercedes.
Kurt's jaw dropped. Everyone in the room stopped talking. All eyes were on Riley. And at that moment, everyone hated her. Even Santana thought she'd gone way too far. Mercedes could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat. She'd never felt so insulted in all her life. What right did this girl have to humiliate her in front of her boyfriend? She already knew it was crazy for him to be dating her, but for this girl to have the nerve to rub it in like that!
"That was really mean, Riley," Tristan said, frowning. Even she was disgusted.
At any other time Mercedes would have jumped up from her seat, and shouted, "Ah, HELL to the NO!" but this wasn't one of those times. This was just too much for her to take.
She got up from her seat and ran out the door in tears. She was too miserable to hide her pain from Riley, who just sat there with a wide grin.
"What the hell's your problem?" Puck barked at Riley.
"I think that was a rather Fabraic thing to say!" Rachel added.
Quinn scoffed. "I don't know what Fabray you're talking about. I'm more appalled at what was just said than any of you are." She stood up from her seat and turned to Riley. "I think you're the blind one, new girl. Mercedes is beautiful."
She left the room, glaring back at Riley, and then at Rachel. Rachel felt embarrassed.
Riley, however, didn't. She looked over at Alyssa. "Hey, Lyssa," she said. "Congrats."
"On what?" Alyssa asked, surprised that this horrible girl would talk to her.
"Making the cheerleading squad, of course," Riley said with a Stepford smile that reminded Rachel of a freshman and sophomore Quinn Fabray.
Tina made a face at Alyssa. "You're on the cheerleading squad?"
Alyssa laughed. "No. I never tried out for the cheerleading squad -"
"Coach Sylvester saw you and decided she wants you to be a Cheerio," Riley interrupted. "She thinks you have great potential."
"Wait," said Finn, turning around. "Nah. That sounds fishy." He shook his head. "If it's Sue Sylvester, then there's some kind of catch. I don't like this."
"What? You don't think Alyssa's Cheerio material?" Riley challenged him.
"No, it's not that," Finn stumbled. "But this is Sue Sylvester!"
"If I see Sue, I'll talk to her," Alyssa said quietly. She felt kind of uncomfortable having everyone stare at her. "I'll see if she sounds serious about me being a Cheerio. And if she does, I'll join. If she doesn't, I won't."
"I don't think you should fall for it," Finn persisted, and Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever, Finn. It's not really any of our business," Rachel hissed at her boyfriend.
"I don't really think you should join the Cheerios either, Alyssa," Tina piped in. "We already have two of them, and one's a real bitch. We don't need you to become like her." She glared at Riley, who only smiled back at her.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" Mr. Schue asked, sounding like he was in a good mood when he entered the classroom. Then he made a face. "Where's Quinn and Mercedes?"
"Riley said something bitchy, and Mercedes left. Quinn followed her," Tina explained.
Mr. Schue frowned at Riley. "What'd you say?"
The preppy freshman only shrugged in response. "I didn't say one word."
"That's a lie," Sam said, glaring at her. She winked flirtatiously in response at him, but he only continued to scowl at her. "I didn't really understand what she meant when she said it, but now I'm beginning to get the feeling like she was saying I was blind for dating Mercedes."
Mr. Schue looked outraged. "How could you say something like that?"
"It was a harmless joke," Riley said, shrugging her shoulders again.
"No, I don't think so," Mr. Schue disagreed. "I don't know how Sue Sylvester's trained you, but in Glee Club we don't talk like that."
"Gawd, I'm sorry. What more do you want from me?" Riley asked defensively, throwing her hands up in the air.
"For someone to put duct tape over your mouth," Puck muttered. He'd come a long way since the beginning of his sophomore year when it came to caring about his friends.
"May I do the honors?" Kurt asked sharply, staring coldly at the freshman girl.
"And now Alyssa's considering becoming one of her," Artie said, frowning.
"Yeah, she's a traitor," Santana said bitterly.
"What?" Mr. Schue said in confusion.
"Coach Sylvester wants Alyssa on the Cheerios," Finn explained.
"And she thinks she'll accept the offer," Artie added. Alyssa looked down awkwardly.
"I may have made a mistake," Mr. Schue said quietly, beginning to regret having held auditions for new students to be a part of Glee Club. He didn't really mind the idea of having the same group from the year before anymore. These new kids were throwing off the dynamic.
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After Mercedes ran out of the classroom in hysterics, she went to her locker. Her heart felt too heavy for her to keep running all the way to the girl's restroom. She broke down crying more than she'd ever cried in her life. Why was this random new girl so mean? No one had offended her so much. Quinn caught up with her. She touched her shoulder.
"Mercedes," she said in a comforting tone. Mercedes pulled out of her grasp.
"What do you want?" she spat. "You haven't spoken to me in a year."
Quinn sighed. "I suppose that after I got rid of the baby, I became self-centered Quinn Fabray again. I forgot who my real friends were. Mercedes, you should not listen to what that horrible witch says. You're so pretty. You're so much prettier than her."
"Yeah, right. She's a skinny little blonde. She'll take Sam from me," Mercedes said.
"Sam isn't shallow," Quinn assured her, "even if he did date me last year."
Mercedes scoffed. "I already know that it's amazing he's actually going out with me. She didn't have to remind me."
"It's amazing that you're going out with him," Quinn pointed out. "He's a lucky guy, Mercedes. You're one of the prettiest, most talented girls in Glee Club. You're sweet, and you have an amazing personality. Riley said what she said because she's jealous."
"Yeah, she's jealous 'cause she wants my man," Mercedes mumbled.
"She's jealous because she knows she'll never have your man," Quinn told her.
"I don't know," Mercedes said, shaking her head.
"What? You think I wasn't a bitch to Rachel when I was jealous of her for dating Finn?" Quinn asked. "I was mean because I knew he liked her better than me. I knew that, even though he also dated me, he would never think as highly of me as he thinks of her. But Riley won't even get Sam to date her, so she's really screwed. There's no competing with you, Mercedes."
"You're just saying all that to make me feel better," Mercedes sniffed sadly.
"I mean every word of it," Quinn said kindly.
Then the guidance counselor Emma Pillsbury walked by. "Hey, girls," she said sweetly.
"Miss Pillsbury," Quinn said to her before she walked away. "Can we talk to you? Mercedes needs a little guidance."
Then Miss Pillsbury noticed the look of sadness on Mercedes' face. "Of course."
Quinn and Mercedes followed her to her office, where they waited as she quickly cleaned the chairs they would sit in off with a couple of wipes.
"Have a seat," she told them afterwards, sitting down herself, and putting on some hand sanitizer. "So… what do you girls wanna talk about?"
"There's a girl in Glee Club who's telling my boyfriend he's blind for dating me, and it's obviously because I'm fat," Mercedes said, sounding depressed.
"I told her it's because Riley's jealous that she has such a hot boyfriend," Quinn said.
"Well, that's exactly right," Miss Pillsbury said, nodding at Quinn. "Mercedes, you're a very pretty girl, and Sam loves you exactly the way you are. This girl Riley is jealous of you, or else she's just trying to hurt your feelings because Sue Sylvester told her to do so. What about Will - Mr. Schuester? Does he know about this?"
"No, I don't think so," Quinn said, shaking her head, but then Will entered the office.
He sighed with relief. "Thank goodness," he said. "This was where I hoped I would find you," he told Mercedes and Quinn. "I'm so sorry. Did you tell Miss Pillsbury yet?"
"Yes, they told me," Emma said, nodding at him.
"Good," said Will. "Girls, you can go back to class. I sent Riley to Figgins for the afternoon… after Santana offered for she and Karofsky to give her a good Bully Whips-whipping." Emma made a face, and Will continued, "She won't bother you again."
"Thank you, Mr. Schue," Quinn said when she and Mercedes got up and left.
"What did you tell them?" Will asked Emma. "Did you give them advice?"
"Well, I told them that I think Sue Sylvester's behind it," Emma replied.
"Of course she is," Will groaned. "You wanna know what else Sue did? She offered for Alyssa Moore to be a Cheerio."
Emma's eyes became bigger than Will thought was possible for them to get. "Alyssa Moore - you mean, Alyssa Moore, the really quiet girl?"
"Yes, her," Will said. "The girl who asked me if it was okay if she didn't perform again after her audition for the group until she was emotionally ready. Sue's up to something."
"Paranoid again, buddy?" Sue's voice came out of nowhere. Both Will and Emma were startled. Sue stood there in the doorway. "'Think I've got some kinda trick up my sleeve? You think I don't recognize a star when I see one? You think I'm duping Alyson?"
"Alyssa," both Will and Emma corrected her.
"Whatever," Sue said in response. "I want you to take a moment and think about what you're accusing me of. 'Think I want to have some loser on my squad to mess with you? No, that wouldn't be worth it. I only let winners on my squad; no matter how much fun it would be, to mess with you by having someone lame. This Alyssa girl's perfect for the squad."
"Sue, you're up to something. I know it," Will shouted after her as she left the office. Will exchanged an annoyed look with Emma, and then he ran after Sue. "Sue. Sue!"
Sue turned around in the middle of the hall, and let Will catch up with her. "I want you to get your Cheerios out of my club!"
"Which ones? The ex-ones: Fabray, sand-bags, and Brittany? Or the current ones?"
"The current ones, obviously," Will snapped. "Listen Sue, I know you like to invade Glee with your little spies and bullies. I've had it up to here, and I will not allow anyone to destroy my kids. These two girls do not have their hearts in this club like my other kids do."
"You're gonna discriminate against them because they like me," Sue declared. "I thought your little club was all about acceptance."
"Have your kids accept my kids, and maybe I'll accept them-" Will began.
"What about the new football players?" Sue cut him off. "The Jonas Brother and the other kid?"
"The new boys care a lot more about New Directions than the new girls do," Will told her. "Tristan couldn't care less about music, and Riley wants to hurt people."
"Oh, so it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that the boys are Beiste's kids?" Sue challenged. She went on before he could protest, "Listen, Will. My girls don't want to sabotage your little Glee Club. They told me they're quitting it. It's boring them, and they're tired of it. Seeya, buddy." She turned around and started off. "Oh, and by the way," she said over her shoulder. "Since you're so rude, I'm going to tell that misfit Alyssa to drop Glee for cheerleading. I was originally going to be nice enough and let her do both."
Will surrender-sighed. "Is there anything I can do to get you to still let her do both?"
"No," Sue replied, but then she stopped walking and turned around. She covered her eyes with a pair of dark sunglasses. "Actually, there is. Meet me at Breadstix tonight."
"For a date? No!" Will refused.
"No? Well, then say good bye to your shrinking violet," Sue chuckled.
Will sighed again. "Fine. I'll go out with you."
"I think I'll have you know I'm married, Will," Sue said with a snide grin.
"What?" Will said in confusion. "To who?"
"The only person in this world good enough for Sue Sylvester. One Sue Sylvester."
Will scoffed and rolled his eyes when Sue lifted her hand to show him her wedding ring. "Then why are you asking me to go out with you?"
"Every marriage needs an affair or two," Sue said with a shrug. "You know that. You cheated on your wife before you divorced her… with that ditzy redhead."
"I wasn't cheating on Terri while I was married to her," Will defended himself. "And are you sure…. Gosh, I can't believe I'm actually asking this….. Are you sure you won't mind if you cheat on yourself with me?"
Sue smiled. "My domestic partner would do the same thing. And she literally is."
Will stared at her like she was insane for a moment, turned around, and walked away.
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Alyssa stood in the gymnasium's doorframe, watching the Cheerios practice. She paid extra close attention as they did back flips and somersaults up in the air. She was able to do cartwheels and round-offs, but she would have to teach herself to do everything else if she really wanted to be a Cheerio. Coach Sylvester would tell her to figure out a way to do it right.
"Hey," Finn said, coming up beside her. Alyssa gasped shyly, and looked down at her feet after having glanced up at him. She tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Hi," she said, turning a bright red.
"You shouldn't join, you know," Finn told her. "Coach Sylvester doesn't want you on the squad because you'd like to be on it. She's trying to mess with Glee Club by taking away all of our new members. You would hurt yourself, Alyssa."
"What? Am I not physically fit?" Alyssa asked nervously.
"No, it's not that," Finn assured her. "But look how she tortures them. She would torture you even more since you're in Glee. She'd probably make you do something dangerous, like shooting you out of a cannon. She wanted to do that to Brittany last year. You're fragile enough as it is. Being a Cheerio would kill you."
Alyssa looked right into Finn's eyes then, for the first time being assertive.
"I appreciate the fact that you're looking out for me," she said firmly. "But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I've never been a cheerleader before, and if I become one I'll finally be popular. I'm tired of standing in the shadows. I was so shy I didn't join Glee Club in freshman or sophomore year, even when I wanted to. But I'm not so shy anymore, and I want to be part of the in-crowd."
Finn scoffed. "Not so shy? The only person you talk to is Tina."
"Well, I'm not as shy as I used to be," said Alyssa.
"Then you used to be so shy it was painful," Finn decided. "But you'll get slushies tossed in your face whether you're a Cheerio or not, because you're in Glee Club. Look, I respect that you're standing up for yourself and making your own decisions. I know that's really hard for super quiet people. But it's going to be even harder when Coach Sylvester gives you a hard time. She's trying to trick you, Alyssa. I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid enough to fall for anything she says."
"I am," Alyssa said quietly, and then she walked off into the hall.
Finn just stood there for a moment, listening to the urgent footsteps that obviously belonged to his girlfriend. He winced, feeling unsure of how she would take to his giving-advice-to-a-female-fellow-Glee-Club-member. "Finn," Rachel snapped, coming up beside him. "What were you talking to Alyssa about just now?"
"I'm trying to convince her not to become a cheerleader," Finn replied.
"That's all you talked about?" she wanted to make sure.
"Yes!" Finn promised. "You don't have to be so paranoid, Rachel. I only love you. I don't even know Alyssa, really. I'm just trying to warn her about being a Cheerio because I know that she would hate it once she tried it."
Rachel's expression became softer then. "Well, if that's your reason, that's very sweet."
"Really?" Finn asked in surprise.
"Yes," Rachel said with a smile. "You're a very sweet guy, Finn, whether you know it or not. You're very sensitive. I'm so lucky to be with someone like this." She stood up on her toes and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. The kiss aroused Finn.
"He probably wouldn't want me to tell you, but Kurt had sex with Blaine," he said.
"Nah," Rachel said, shaking her head. "Kurt wouldn't. He was gonna wait -"
"He changed his mind for some reason," Finn interrupted. "And I thought… since he changed his mind… maybe… I supposed you would change your mind, too…?"
"About having sex?" Rachel said, and she shook her head. "No, Finn, I've told you already that I want to wait. Kurt may be romantic, but he's still a guy. It was more likely for him to give into his animal instincts."
"I thought you said girls want sex just as much as guys do," Finn reminded her.
"Yes, we do," Rachel said, nodding. "But that doesn't mean we wanna put out before we're ready. Just give me time, Finn. I promise you that by the end of senior year, we'll have done it. But it's only still early in the semester. You're going to continue to wait for me, right?"
"Yes, of course. I would never hurry you. I love you," Finn assured her.
"I love you too. So much," Rachel said, and she kissed him again. "You're the best."
She gave him one last smile, and skipped off happily the way she always did after having a conversation with him. Finn sighed. He loved Rachel, and would wait for her as long as she needed him to, but he hadn't had sex in a while. He just wished she'd put out sooner.
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Author's Note: I understand that Mercedes may have been a little out of character, and I apologize for that. I think she would have really smacked Riley in the face and told her she didn't know what she was talking about, but I wrote this a while ago. I really enjoy the scenes with Mike Chang in them, especially because I had the fortune of meeting the actor who portrays him (Harry Shum Jr.) in New York a few weeks ago! I envy everyone who gets to see Glee Live; that would probably be the most amazing concert ever. The next chapter is going to contain another sex scene, but again, it isn't very graphic and is probably less graphic than the one in this chapter. I'm not used to writing sex scenes, so I'll have to keep practicing, I guess. I considered including the lyrics to "Mr. Brightside" by the Killers in this chapter during the scene where Karofsky was watching Kurt and Blaine, but changed my mind. By the way, I am a total Klaine fan. I'm not a huge fan of Kurtofsky, but I thought I should include a little bit of it in this story.