Thursday: Days Until Prom: 9

"Thank you so much!" Rachel threw her arms around Jesse's neck. "The PFLAG sent us around 7,500, but we needed a few hundred more! I can't believe you managed this!" Rachel squealed, pulling away from him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! How did you get these?" she bounced on the tips of her toes. Jesse laughed.

They had gotten 10, 000 signatures in less than a month and with a week to spare. They did it. True that about 9,000 of them came from out of state (Leroy and Hiram Berry campaigned brutally at PFLAG meetings to get them sent out) they still managed to get a thousand in small town homophobic Ohio. They did it. THEY DID IT. THEY DID IT!

"Well, you'd be surprised how many people are willing to do things for a four time National champion, and I did it for you." Jesse explained. "I knew how much this meant to you. You love Kurt, Blaine, and the others. I just want you to be happy."

Rachel Berry decided that sharing the good news could wait. Because Jesse St. James had finally done the good deed to make up for the bad deed and she needed to reward him for it.

She once again threw her arms around his neck, but this time it wasn't just a hug he got. He got a full-on lip lock.

Apologies. Apologies. Apologies. Rashad just didn't seem to understand there was nothing he could do to take back what he said and insure Mercedes hadn't heard it. He had not only insulted her, but he was trying to figure out a way to sabatoge her friend. She was done with him. FOR-EV-AH!

"I heard from a little birdy that Rashad is the jackass I knew he always was."

Mercedes glanced up at Azimio as he appeared next to her. He released a heavy breath as he dropped down on the bench next to her.

"The little birdy has the name Kurt right?" Mercedes asked with a snort. She knew what Kurt wanted to happen with this little set up.

"No actually. A little birdy named Sam." At Mercedes' surprised look, he elaborated, "It was a dual effort. Dave told me the plan."

"Continue." She prompted. Azimio chuckled.

"Kurt and Sam apparently sensed something when we first met. They decided we needed to get together. So, they pushed us together in the hopes that we'd develop feelings for each other." Azimio nodded, "It worked on one end."

Mercedes glanced up at him sharply, and he smiled sadly, shrugging.

"Mercedes, I think you give a pretty clear message about your feelings when you run away as fast as you possibly can after I kiss you." Azimio pointed out. Mercedes shook her head.

"No, no! I just freaked out a little bit. It doesn't mean that I don't...that I didn't think…that I…that…" Mercedes trailed off slowly as Azimio leaned forward slightly. They stared at each other for a moment. Azimio wasn't about to move unless she did.

And she did.

Mercedes slowly moved forward, pressing her lips against his gently. He leaned up, slipping his hand into her hair. She melted against him.

Kissing Anthony never felt like this.

"I say we let Figgy get a false sense of accomplishment, then tomorrow, reveal our 10,000 signatures and end his plans to keep us out of prom." Santana decided for the group, collecting the signature papers. She flipped through them, smirk widening as she went.

"It would be wise to confront Figgins after school hours anyway." Will agreed, "Now who will go?" he glanced to the parents, but Kurt shook his head.

"No. This is our fight. It has been since the beginning." he gestured to himself and the other teenagers. "We'll go."

"Not all of us." Sam disagreed, "We don't want to crowd him." Kurt nodded.

"Okay then. Myself, Santana, and David." he decided. Sam shook his head.

"Hey! I want to go!" he objected. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Blaine, Brittany, you two don't go though." Blaine nodded his assent and Brittany shrugged.

So it was decided.

R & R. So, two major couples got together now. St. Berry and Mercimio. What do you think about that? Well, I wouldn't know since my review count is topping at about 5. I am very greatful for everyone who reviews, it's just looking at the number of people who currently have this story on story alert makes me sad. So. I had drastic measures, but the story doesn't continue until I get ten reviews. Here, I'll even make it easy for you, choose one to tell me how I did:

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