Touch the Girl, a Glee fanfic
Title: Touch the Girl
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Somewhere between T and M
Summary: Vicious rumors circulate about Mercedes and her boys are adamant that the person responsible be punished. Mainly because it's their fault
Pairings: Mercedes/Everyone, Puck/Mercedes/Kurt friendship
N.B: In this, Mercedes has a disease that doesn't exist named hypersensitivity. It's embarassing and humiliating and fun to exploit. My apologies in advance.
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It really was an accident, both Puck and Kurt are adamant. Well, they may swear it, but when they actually told the guys about Mercedes, everyone else could tell they wanted to tell. Because they finally had something (someone?) in common, maybe, and everyone else was sharing.
Mike and Artie have just done beguiling them about tales of Tina’s closet freakiness, when Puck just blurts, “You guys should see how easy it is to get Mercedes off.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Kurt, and five pairs of eyes turn to him.
“No I get it, man, you don’t even gotta touch her much,” Puck backs him up, “I’m serious.”
“I did it by accident so many times it’s shocking,” Kurt looks at his nails, “It’s just like you touch her...”
“And you hear her breathing hard.”
“Then suddenly she’s panting a little.”
“And sometime s you hear a moan...”
“Then all of a sudden there’s this gasp and you see her eyelids flutter...”
Puck nods, “Mama’s sensitive in her everywhere.”
“Like where?” Finn asked. The other three lean forward to listen.
... ...
But how are Puck and Kurt supposed to know that someone would tell? Or that they were being listened to? Or whatever happened to allow it by the next day to become the discussion du jour. Kurt could feel his cheeks redden as he heard two Cheerios saying they knew his best friend would come if they rubbed their pom poms over her. And Puck was too shocked to do anything when he heard Azimio say he knew he had gotten her off that one time he backed her up on the lockers.
They sought out Mercedes, hoping she hadn’t heard any of this.
... ...
Mercedes was at her locker, pulling out her science book, dreading her test later that morning and totally oblivious to the fact that the whole school population was paying keen attention to her.
She bit back a scream as she felt a hand brush- open palmed- over her ass, stumbling a little as her knees buckled. Crap! She had to control that better. It was embarrassing, and weird and she was sure she was the only person who had this condition in the whole world, so she had to keep it that much more secret.
Spinning around, she saw Santana Lopez grinning at her,
“You okay?” Santana asked, her tone of voice letting on that she was not at all concerned for Mercedes’ well being. Did she...was she the one who...nah.
“Yeah, fine, I just...tripped,” Mercedes heard herself panting. Oh no. This was too embarrassing. She slammed her locker door and walked off, only to run smack into Puck.
“I’ll walk you to class,” he told her, grabbing her arm and it’s too soon after the ass palming. Her skin tingles and she gasps a little. Puck lets her go suddenly and she wondered if he thought he was hurting her.
“Me too,” Kurt comes up on the next side, grabbing her books. Their fingers brush and the tingles continue.
Maybe she should go to a doctor for this.
... ...
For the rest of the day, Puck and Kurt stick close to Mercedes. They can’t be there all the time though, and they could both just bet someone else was taking the opportunity to take advantage of their girl. In the meantime, they did some ground work.
“Who told you?” Kurt yelled at Azimio after Puck slammed the bully into the locker and held him by the throat.
He laughed, “Oh how cute. You two sharing her now?”
Puck slammed him against the locker again, “The kid asked you a question. I think you better answer.”
Azimio rolled his eyes, “You’re going about this all wrong, you know. You want someone to talk, best tactic is to put them in pain or humiliate them. I’m not feeling any of that.”
Kurt stepped between him and Puck, pressing close to the bully and giving him a plastic smile, “You ever been kissed by a guy before?”
Puck squeezed his throat tighter ‘til he could hardly breathe. He was gaping by the time Puck let him up.
He didn’t seem so cocky after that, “Alright. Some Cheerios were in a chat room and they were talking about it,” he looked down at Kurt like her was a scary bulldog, “Step back, homo.”
“Touch her, and we’ll come back with more,” Kurt folded his arms and stalked off. Puck slammed Azimio into the lockers one last time before following.
... ...
Mercedes handed in her test, frowning as her teacher immediately started looking at it. Dammit. She was sure the whole thing was a mess.
Getting up and grabbing her book, she walked toward the door. She saw Mike by the door and went over to him.
“Hey sweetie,” she greeted him, “how do you think you did?”
He shrugged, “Not so good. But I looked over at Barry Rollins’ paper and he didn’t do the entire first page...” he bent to say it in her ear, lips and breath brushing her skin, “At least we studied, huh? Thanks for the help with chapter three.”
It’s not what he says. Mercedes hardly hears it. It’s the fact that his breath is skating over her shoulder and his hand pushes her hair away from her ear. Her eyes flutter closed and she bites back a moan. It sends shockwaves over her skin and she feels heat pool between her legs.
She stepped back, knowing her eyes are shiny. She looked at his sneakers to avoid his eyes.
“I didn’t do the whole last page,” she tells him, then, “I gotta go.”
When she looks back the look of surprise or puzzlement she expects to see on his face is not there at all.
... ...
“So girls,” Kurt said to the group of Cheerios in front of him, “Where did you guys hear the rumor about Mercedes?”
“It’s not a rumor if it’s true,” said a short dark haired one, “Santana said she ass palmed her and the girl jizzed so bad she almost hurt herself.”
“And all Kit did was touch her forearm and she arched and flung her head back and bucked forward in her chair,” said another one with blonde pigtails.
“Oh damn,” Kurt looked back at Puck who was watching from a little way away and told him wordlessly to go look out for their girl. Puck took off.
Kurt turned back too the cheerleaders, “Where did you hear it? My intelligence has it that a Cheerio posted it on a chatroom.”
“You gotta ask the one who posted it. Goodie Mason,” said another Cheerio with auburn hair. A cute Asian one nodded.
Kurt rolled his eyes, “You trusted the word of a girl they named after a hairbrush?”
One with short hair grinned, “She was right, wasn’t she?”
… …
Mercedes wondered if something was up. Everyone was acting weird today. Azimio totally saw her before he spun in the next direction. Random people were waving to her. Puck was back to walk her to class. She was sure he wasn’t like this when they were dating.
“Boy, what are you up to?” she spun and asked him.
He shrugged, her pink folder in his hands make him look weirdly cute, “Nothing.”
Her eyes narrowed, “You’re not trying to get in my pants are you?”
“They are nice pants,” she hears from behind, then there is a hand on the back of her thigh and her knees feel like jello and she’s watching Puck’s face and it just makes her that much wetter...
She choked back a breathy moan, tried to control her breathing but she knew Puck saw her lick her lips.
“I like the shiny thread,” said Tina, coming around from behind her to smile,” Maybe I wouldn’t wear them, you know, too bright and stuff, but they fit you.”
“Thanks, Tina,” Mercedes breathed, her cheeks hot. The girl is grinning at Puck, who is giving her a weird look. She flounces off down the hall.
“S’cuse me,” Mercedes took off before Puck could stop her, leaving him with her folder.
She went to the bathroom to fix herself up. When she is standing at the sink, looking at her hair and fixing her lip gloss, Brittany walks in.
“Mercedes,” Brittany smiled, “You look pretty hot today.”
“Thanks,” Mercedes said warily. Brittany had a crush on anything that walked upright. She was a little flattered, but it still didn’t surprise her, “Having a good day?”
“I got to carry my goldfish to school. He’s in my locker. Wanna see him?”
Mercedes opened her mouth to tell Brittany to remember what happened last time she had a pet in her locker, when what comes out is a loud unrestrained moan. She is taken so totally off guard when Brittany reaches over to smooth down her blouse, fingers brushing over her breasts. Her face gets hot with arousal and embarrassment and oh crap Brittany is smiling. Mercedes’ stance ‘til now was to discourage her. She could bet this didn’t work in her favour.
Suddenly there was a bang and Puck appeared in the doorframe, panting as if he had run.
“You alright?” he asked.
There was no way she was going to tell him about what just happened. The whole day was weird enough without her ex finding out how easy it would have been for him to get into her pants after she refused him so many times.
Then she saw Kurt running in.
“Honey I heard a scream. You okay?”
“Fine,” Mercedes can hardly hear herself speak. Brittany grinned at her.
“Mercedes, can I come over to your house tonight?”
“No!” both boys yelled. Mercedes looked at them, really suspicious now.
“We’re taking her to the movies tonight,” Kurt smiled and his face totally said What man behind the green curtain? Puck pulled Brittany out of the bathroom as if she was the one that wasn’t supposed to be in there. Mercedes put her hands on her hips.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing,” both boys chorused, leading her to lunch.
... ...
Puck left Mercedes in Kurt’s custody and looked for Goody Mason. He remembered they used to be make out buddies in Middle school, and that the girl was a bit high maintenance. He found her with a group of Cheerios sitting at a table though none of them were eating. He singled her out and she walked with him to the wall.
“You started that rumour about Mercedes,” he confronted her.
The cheerleader rolled her eyes, “No I did not. Just like everybody else, I got it on the Grapevine. Why do you even care? You feeling guilty for blabbing?”
“She’s my friend, okay? She doesn’t deserve to be sexually assaulted by the entire school. And none of you are making it any easier! Everywhere she goes they’re trying to get her off! Don’t y’all know how sick that is?”
“It’s not sick, it’s interesting. I heard Mike Chang had his hand in her hair and she nearly peed.”
“That’s not funny!” Puck said forcefully, vowing to kill Mike- and the rest of Glee. They were not helping, “Now who told you?”
She grinned, “Seriously it’s the most obvious person. If I were you and Alex Eames over there,” she pointed to Kurt, “He’d have been the first person I went to.”
Puck could have slapped his own forehead. Of course! The little dork who stalked Rachel everywhere. Why did he not think of it before? Jacob was the obvious culprit, he snuck around digging for dirt like a mole.
“That little bastard,” Puck growled, “I’m gonna slap that boy into next Monday.”
“You’ve been hanging out with a black girl too long,” Goodie smirked.
… …
Mercedes gripped her lunch tray for dear life. Seriously, did the lunch line usually get so packed together? Finn was right up on her, brushing the backs of her legs and her back and the toes of his sneakers hit the back of hers. Mercedes inhaled, trying to focus on what Kurt was chattering about in front of her. She felt her knees shake when Finn accidentally passed an elbow over her lower back. Then suddenly he was bumped from behind and flush against her.
“Ohshit,” she ligit moaned, panting for dear life holding on to Kurt’s shoulder as her muscles spasmed at the contact. He gasped, turned around.
“Boo, go sit down, I’ll get your lunch.”
She wobbled a little to a clear table, glancing back in time to see Finn give her an apologetic look and Kurt glaring at Finn. She was seeing too many stars in front of her eyes to really try to figure why.
As they watched her sit, the brothers heard someone chuckle. They turned to see Karofsky, who had pushed Finn, enjoying the exchange.
“That was not cool,” Finn complained. Karofsky just shrugged and bypassed them in the line.
Mercedes had her head in her hands, waiting for the waves to pass over her, when she heard, “Hello, Mercedes.”
“Hi Rachel,” Mercedes mumbled, wondering what it was that made something that usually happened only once in an average school day suddenly start happening around every corner. She moved her hands and watched Rachel unpack her sensible lunch that no doubt one of her caring dads packed for her that day, hearing her chatter but effectively tuning it out. Mercedes was absently watching Rachel eat a carrot when she felt something that was unmistakably a sparkly ballet flat running up the side of her leg.
Mercedes made an unintelligible sound.
“Oops! Sorry Mercedes!” Rachel squeaked as Mercedes rocked back and forth to sate the pressure that was building up in her. Looked like her one- girl band was going to have to play a really big concert tonight.
She only really realised her eyes were closed when she opened them as Kurt touched her shoulder. Rachel was staring at her and Puck was back, looking concerned. Crap. They must all think she was sick or a freak or something.
“I’m not hungry,” she told Kurt and fled to the bathroom again.
After making sure Mercedes was safe in math class, Puck and Kurt went in search of Rachel’s number one fan. They found him in the journalism room.
“We need to ask you some questions,” Puck leans his fists on the desk and Kurt gives him a haughty stare down.
“I heard you two were on the beat looking for the rumour starter,” said the amateur journalist, “In a related case, I’d steer your Powerhouse away from sex ed today if I were you.”
“Noted and planned for,” said Kurt, already hearing how some persons in Mercedes’ class were planning to use the dark room where they were to watch a sex ed video to their advantage, “we are more interested in how you heard us discussing Mercedes last week in Glee.”
“I will admit to watching your Glee practices at times. They are very inspiring and Rachel is in her element when she performs,” a dopey smile crosses Jacob’s face and Puck snorts, “but I never heard you talking about Mercedes.”
“Don’t lie, Israel, how else would you know about Mercedes being a walking orgasm if you didn’t hear me and Puck tell the other boys?” Kurt narrowed his eyes at Jacob.
Jacob’s eyes lit up in understanding, “You two let the cat out of the bag and now everyone knows. You aren’t doing this for her, you’re doing it because you feel guilty.”
Puck and Kurt exchanged looks that basically told him he was right. Then they turned back to him.
“Our motives aren’t any concern of yours. You seem to be the one with all the motive for spreading it to the whole school. More juicy stuff about Glee you can put on your blog.” Kurt asked.
“If you didn’t do it, who did?” said Puck.
“I would look a little closer to home if I were you,” said Jacob.
“What does that mean?” Puck asked.
“Matt Rutherford has been seen with Goodie Mason at the local movie theatre making out in the middle of Monte Carlo.”
“Matt?” Puck and Kurt say as one.
“Matt!” Mercedes screamed as the fellow Glee member pulled her in for a hug. His eyes went wide and she spun away from him, cheeks hot, knees weak and breath panting. She pushed her back to the wall, her chest rising and falling, squeezing her thighs together. He starts to come over and she holds him off by stretching out her hands. This is too much. She can’t take it anymore. She doesn’t want anyone else touching her for the rest of the day. The next person who touched her was going to get their face chewed off by an angry black girl.
She walks away from the cooler where she met him and almost tripped over Artie. She failed to steady herself before she fell forward, grabbing the handles of the chair. She was a few inches from his face and they stared for a few seconds.
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“Mercedes, are you okay? You looked flushed,” Artie passed the back of his hand over her forehead, neck and chest. She groaned, her eyelids fluttering.
“Boy I don’t wanna hurt you...” she said, panting, “But I will. Get you hand off me.”
“Sorry,” said Artie, resting his hand on the armrest. His fingers lightly touched Mercedes still,
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“You wanna go to the nurse?”
“I’m...fine. Good,” she felt a blush as she straightened, partly due to imagining what the nurse would think of her condition.
“Rutherford!”
Mercedes turned to see Kurt and Puck gunning for Matt. When they reached him, Puck pushed him into the nearby bathroom.
“You got some ‘splaining to do!” Kurt yelled as they entered behind him.
Mercedes turned back to Artie, “What was that about?”
“I’ll go see,” Artie wheeled toward the bathroom.
Mercedes was about to find out too when suddenly five Cheerios appeared out of nowhere like red ninjas.
“Hey Mercedes,” the Asian one smiled, “Come with us a minute?”
“What?” Matt looked at Kurt and Puck who were staring at him menacingly.
“You’re dating Goodie the cheerleader?” Puck asked.
Matt gave them confused looks, “Yeah we went out a few tines. Why?”
“How could you? Mercedes is your friend!” Kurt shouted, just as Artie entered the bathroom.
“Yeah I know she is!” said Matt, “Seriously I didn’t even remember the whole hypersensitive thing! I was just giving her a hug because she looked upset.”
“Yeah that’s likely.”
“Don’t buy it.”
Matt looked from Kurt to Puck helplessly. He turned to Artie wordlessly asking him to back him up.
“Don’t look at me. I just saw that eye flutter thing. It’s pretty hot.”
Puck and Kurt turned to glare at him.
“I was...checking if she had a fever?” Artie pleaded his case.
“We’ll deal with you later,” Kurt spun back to Matt, “You are the one who told Goodie about Mercedes! She posted it on the chat room and now the whole school knows!”
“Me?” Matt pointed to himself, “I didn’t even talk to Goodie all weekend!”
“You didn’t talk to your own girlfriend all weekend? Are you kidding me? That’s your defense?” Puck asked incredulously.
“I didn’t say she was my girlfriend, I said we dated. She doesn’t like me that much. I think she just wanted to ask stuff about Glee club.”
“And you told her?” Kurt folded his arms.
“I didn’t tell her anything. Just when Regionals is and that’s not a secret, “Matt shrugged.
“So Jacob lied to us?” Kurt turned to Puck.
“It had to be because how else would Goodie know?” Puck said, thinking hard, “Wait a minute... how did she know?”
“You just said it, Puck, she heard it from Jacob,” Kurt reminded.
“No not that,” Puck grabbed Kurt’s shoulder hard as something came flashing back, “She asked if I felt guilty that I blabbed. How did he know it was me?”
“If Jacob had been the first to find out, he would have put it on his website, not tell some cheerleader,” Artie pointed out.
“Shit, you’re right,” Kurt breathed, “That bitch tricked us! It was her! She’s obsessed with Glee so she listened in and heard us talking about the girls!”
“In that case, why didn’t she say anything about Tina?” Artie wondered.
“Or Santana?” Matt’s face was scrunched up in thought.
“She’s not after Glee she’s after Mercedes!” Puck exclaimed, “She wanted dirt on her and we just handed it to her on a platter!”
“Puck where’s Cedes?” Kurt asked softly.
“Oh, I left her in the hallway,” Artie pointed to the door.
“Out where they can get her?” Matt asked with concern. Puck and Kurt exchanged looks of terror.
Artie had to wheel out of the way for dear life as the two of them scampered for the door.
Mercedes was in hell. That had to be it. Because what else could explain being surrounded by Cheerios in the girls locker room, all of who were tickling you and giggling as you tried to stand on your own two feet and not groan and not clench your legs together and not breathe. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut as fingers skated over her ribs and her inner muscles went crazy.
“Stop it!” she yelled, the plea coming out breathy and whiny.
“Stop it!” they mocked her, giggling all the more.
“Hey!”
The tickling stopped and Mercedes collapsed on the bench behind her. She looked to see Quinn, her hands on hips. The Cheerios looked at her.
“Leave her the hell alone. She’s not a plaything!” Quinn moved past them, grabbing Mercedes’ hand and pulling her up, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Mercedes lied. Quinn glared at the Cheerios.
“Don’t you all have practice?” she growled.
They shot her rude looks and headed for the door.
Mercedes almost thanked Quinn for saving her from them when something clicked. How did the Cheerios know about her condition? Nobody knew about it. It was her little secret. There was no way anyone knew; she didn’t even tell her parents, or her diary.
“Quinn, how...” she almost asked, but locked her mouth. There was no way she would ask her if she knew what Mercedes knew she couldn’t possibly know...
“They know. They all know,” Quinn told her as they exited the locker room. Mercedes wheeled around.
“Know what?” she asked.
“About the whole hypersensitivity thing. The whole school knows.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Mercedes narrowed her eyes, “I’m not hypersensitive! I
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don’t even know what that is. And how did they find out? I didn’t tell anyone!”
Quinn smirked at how Mercedes contradicted herself.
“Someone spied on the guys when they were talking about our little sexual quirks and Puck and Kurt told them about it. Then somehow Goodie Mason found out and put it on a chat
room.”
“Goodie? Why would she do that? She goes to my church!”
Quinn shrugged, “Puck and Kurt are trying to find out.”
“Puck and Kurt huh? Is this why the two of them have been following me around like guard dogs? How do they even know?”
“It’s not that hard to figure out,” Quinn smirked, “How do you think I found out?”
“How?”
“I used to comb your hair for school remember? And help you zip your pants. And fall asleep on your bed. The sheets used to set you off and you’d wake up in the middle of the night. And if I ever went like this?” Quinn brushed Mercedes’ hair behind her ear and her whole body shivered, “Yeah, that’s the look you’d get every time.”
Mercedes blushed. Here she was thinking she had this big secret and Quinn, Puck and Kurt knew all along. And now thanks to Kurt and Puck the whole school knew.
“When I see those boys Imma slap them both into next semester!” she shouted angrily. Quinn chuckled.
Puck and Kurt skidded to a stop at the bottom of the hall, then pulled each other out of sight. Neither of them wanted to know if Mercedes would make good on that promise.
“Quinn’ll take care of her. Come on let’s go find the cheerleader,” Puck told Kurt and they took off.
They found Goodie as she headed for Cheerios practice.
“You thought you tricked us,” Kurt accosted her.
Goodie smirked, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You have it in for Mercedes, and you’ve been trailing us for something to pin on her. You wanted to take her down, but why?”
Goodie flashed Puck a smile, “Mercedes is my church sister. Why would I have anything against her? I just heard something interesting and passed it on.”
“Oh please, missy. You know telling a bunch of sexually charged teens like the ones at this school something like that is gonna get them all in a frenzy,” Kurt stepped in front of her to stop her progress, “Why would you think to hurt her? She’s the sweetest, kindest, nicest...”
“Yeah, she’s a fucking angel!” Goodie blurted, “Yeah I know! She’s got a damn halo and white wings sprouting out her back! Gosh, she’s got everybody singing her praises!”
Kurt and Puck exchanged looks. Goodie was jealous of Mercedes?
“We’re like the only two black girls in this school- well, the only ones that matter- and you’d think that everybody would like me, give me things and talk about me all the time. I’m so much prettier than her, I’m thinner- I thought people liked that!- I am a freakin Cheerio, and that’s like celebrity around here! But noooo... it’s always Mercedes this and Mercedes that. You know how many times a day my parents tell me they wished I was more like Mercedes Jones? At church she’s on the choir and they make her take it over! And you know why? It’s that damn virginal act! So I fucked it up forever!”
Kurt and Puck were quiet for a moment, till Puck said, “You’re black?”
“Yes, Puckerman, I’m a light-skinned black girl. Gosh, she even got to date you, didn’t she? She gets everything! I just don’t get it!”
“Okay, so now that you got what you want, you’re gonna leave our girl alone?” Kurt asked.
Goodie’s grin was maniacal, “You’re kidding me? I’m just getting started.”
She pushed past them, leaving them to watch her sashay to the field.
“You think she’s gonna do it?” Puck asked Kurt.
“She sounds crazy enough to do it,” Kurt nodded.
“We’ll just have to take her down first then.”
Kurt grinned, “Should be fun.”
Mercedes waited for Mr Shue to walk out of the music room to turn to the rest of the Glee club and say, “You guys suck.”
“It was an accident!” Finn and Matt say together.
“Mine was an accident too, Mercedes,” said Rachel.
“I’m sorry, Mercedes, I guess it was really mean,” Tina pouted sadly.
“It’ll never happen again,” said Artie.
“Scout’s honour,” said Mike, throwing up the sign.
A laugh came from the back.
“Come on, Aretha, you really think I’d pass up a chance like that?” Santana smirked, “You should have seen your face!”
“I just wanted to touch you,” Brittany admitted, nodding, “Can I come over to your house tomorrow night?”
“No, Brittany,” Mercedes sighed.
Puck and Kurt come into the room, looking over at Mercedes as if to gauge her mood. She rolled her eyes at them.
“You two...”
“Before you kill us, you should know we are the only two people in this room who helped you today,” Kurt had his outstretched as if warding her off. Puck was uncharacteristically using Kurt as a human shield.
“Yeah we even found out that Goodie Mason is jealous of you. That’s why she started the whole thing,” he told her from behind Kurt.
“Why is she jealous of me?” Mercedes’ nose scrunched up cutely, “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Have you reconsidered killing us?” Kurt asked.
Mercedes smirked, “I won’t kill you, but I’m not sure yet if I forgive you. Any of you. Today has been...”
Before she could say what the day had been, Puck moved from behind Kurt and gave her a big hug. Then Kurt shuffled forward and hugged her from the next side.
“Aww, how cute,” Quinn grinned.
“We should make it up to Mercedes. Everybody should plan a song for her!” Rachel suggested.
“In this case I think that’s a good idea,” Finn said. Quinn nodded furiously.
Mercedes grinned, “Y’all are still not forgiven but we’ll take it in baby steps,” she turned to Finn and Puck, “Any of you detectives wanna drop me home?”
They led her to the McKinley parking lot in companionable silence, Puck carrying Mercedes’ bag and Kurt bringing her folder.
“How about us?” Puck asked, “We’re gonna need more than a song, huh?”
Mercedes smirked, “Maybe not. We can still go that movie. Just...”
“Just what?” both boys asked.
She sighed, “No touching okay?”
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Somewhere between T and M
Summary: Vicious rumors circulate about Mercedes and her boys are adamant that the person responsible be punished. Mainly because it's their fault
Pairings: Mercedes/Everyone, Puck/Mercedes/Kurt friendship
N.B: In this, Mercedes has a disease that doesn't exist named hypersensitivity. It's embarassing and humiliating and fun to exploit. My apologies in advance.
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It really was an accident, both Puck and Kurt are adamant. Well, they may swear it, but when they actually told the guys about Mercedes, everyone else could tell they wanted to tell. Because they finally had something (someone?) in common, maybe, and everyone else was sharing.
Mike and Artie have just done beguiling them about tales of Tina’s closet freakiness, when Puck just blurts, “You guys should see how easy it is to get Mercedes off.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Kurt, and five pairs of eyes turn to him.
“No I get it, man, you don’t even gotta touch her much,” Puck backs him up, “I’m serious.”
“I did it by accident so many times it’s shocking,” Kurt looks at his nails, “It’s just like you touch her...”
“And you hear her breathing hard.”
“Then suddenly she’s panting a little.”
“And sometime s you hear a moan...”
“Then all of a sudden there’s this gasp and you see her eyelids flutter...”
Puck nods, “Mama’s sensitive in her everywhere.”
“Like where?” Finn asked. The other three lean forward to listen.
... ...
But how are Puck and Kurt supposed to know that someone would tell? Or that they were being listened to? Or whatever happened to allow it by the next day to become the discussion du jour. Kurt could feel his cheeks redden as he heard two Cheerios saying they knew his best friend would come if they rubbed their pom poms over her. And Puck was too shocked to do anything when he heard Azimio say he knew he had gotten her off that one time he backed her up on the lockers.
They sought out Mercedes, hoping she hadn’t heard any of this.
... ...
Mercedes was at her locker, pulling out her science book, dreading her test later that morning and totally oblivious to the fact that the whole school population was paying keen attention to her.
She bit back a scream as she felt a hand brush- open palmed- over her ass, stumbling a little as her knees buckled. Crap! She had to control that better. It was embarrassing, and weird and she was sure she was the only person who had this condition in the whole world, so she had to keep it that much more secret.
Spinning around, she saw Santana Lopez grinning at her,
“You okay?” Santana asked, her tone of voice letting on that she was not at all concerned for Mercedes’ well being. Did she...was she the one who...nah.
“Yeah, fine, I just...tripped,” Mercedes heard herself panting. Oh no. This was too embarrassing. She slammed her locker door and walked off, only to run smack into Puck.
“I’ll walk you to class,” he told her, grabbing her arm and it’s too soon after the ass palming. Her skin tingles and she gasps a little. Puck lets her go suddenly and she wondered if he thought he was hurting her.
“Me too,” Kurt comes up on the next side, grabbing her books. Their fingers brush and the tingles continue.
Maybe she should go to a doctor for this.
... ...
For the rest of the day, Puck and Kurt stick close to Mercedes. They can’t be there all the time though, and they could both just bet someone else was taking the opportunity to take advantage of their girl. In the meantime, they did some ground work.
“Who told you?” Kurt yelled at Azimio after Puck slammed the bully into the locker and held him by the throat.
He laughed, “Oh how cute. You two sharing her now?”
Puck slammed him against the locker again, “The kid asked you a question. I think you better answer.”
Azimio rolled his eyes, “You’re going about this all wrong, you know. You want someone to talk, best tactic is to put them in pain or humiliate them. I’m not feeling any of that.”
Kurt stepped between him and Puck, pressing close to the bully and giving him a plastic smile, “You ever been kissed by a guy before?”
Puck squeezed his throat tighter ‘til he could hardly breathe. He was gaping by the time Puck let him up.
He didn’t seem so cocky after that, “Alright. Some Cheerios were in a chat room and they were talking about it,” he looked down at Kurt like her was a scary bulldog, “Step back, homo.”
“Touch her, and we’ll come back with more,” Kurt folded his arms and stalked off. Puck slammed Azimio into the lockers one last time before following.
... ...
Mercedes handed in her test, frowning as her teacher immediately started looking at it. Dammit. She was sure the whole thing was a mess.
Getting up and grabbing her book, she walked toward the door. She saw Mike by the door and went over to him.
“Hey sweetie,” she greeted him, “how do you think you did?”
He shrugged, “Not so good. But I looked over at Barry Rollins’ paper and he didn’t do the entire first page...” he bent to say it in her ear, lips and breath brushing her skin, “At least we studied, huh? Thanks for the help with chapter three.”
It’s not what he says. Mercedes hardly hears it. It’s the fact that his breath is skating over her shoulder and his hand pushes her hair away from her ear. Her eyes flutter closed and she bites back a moan. It sends shockwaves over her skin and she feels heat pool between her legs.
She stepped back, knowing her eyes are shiny. She looked at his sneakers to avoid his eyes.
“I didn’t do the whole last page,” she tells him, then, “I gotta go.”
When she looks back the look of surprise or puzzlement she expects to see on his face is not there at all.
... ...
“So girls,” Kurt said to the group of Cheerios in front of him, “Where did you guys hear the rumor about Mercedes?”
“It’s not a rumor if it’s true,” said a short dark haired one, “Santana said she ass palmed her and the girl jizzed so bad she almost hurt herself.”
“And all Kit did was touch her forearm and she arched and flung her head back and bucked forward in her chair,” said another one with blonde pigtails.
“Oh damn,” Kurt looked back at Puck who was watching from a little way away and told him wordlessly to go look out for their girl. Puck took off.
Kurt turned back too the cheerleaders, “Where did you hear it? My intelligence has it that a Cheerio posted it on a chatroom.”
“You gotta ask the one who posted it. Goodie Mason,” said another Cheerio with auburn hair. A cute Asian one nodded.
Kurt rolled his eyes, “You trusted the word of a girl they named after a hairbrush?”
One with short hair grinned, “She was right, wasn’t she?”
… …
Mercedes wondered if something was up. Everyone was acting weird today. Azimio totally saw her before he spun in the next direction. Random people were waving to her. Puck was back to walk her to class. She was sure he wasn’t like this when they were dating.
“Boy, what are you up to?” she spun and asked him.
He shrugged, her pink folder in his hands make him look weirdly cute, “Nothing.”
Her eyes narrowed, “You’re not trying to get in my pants are you?”
“They are nice pants,” she hears from behind, then there is a hand on the back of her thigh and her knees feel like jello and she’s watching Puck’s face and it just makes her that much wetter...
She choked back a breathy moan, tried to control her breathing but she knew Puck saw her lick her lips.
“I like the shiny thread,” said Tina, coming around from behind her to smile,” Maybe I wouldn’t wear them, you know, too bright and stuff, but they fit you.”
“Thanks, Tina,” Mercedes breathed, her cheeks hot. The girl is grinning at Puck, who is giving her a weird look. She flounces off down the hall.
“S’cuse me,” Mercedes took off before Puck could stop her, leaving him with her folder.
She went to the bathroom to fix herself up. When she is standing at the sink, looking at her hair and fixing her lip gloss, Brittany walks in.
“Mercedes,” Brittany smiled, “You look pretty hot today.”
“Thanks,” Mercedes said warily. Brittany had a crush on anything that walked upright. She was a little flattered, but it still didn’t surprise her, “Having a good day?”
“I got to carry my goldfish to school. He’s in my locker. Wanna see him?”
Mercedes opened her mouth to tell Brittany to remember what happened last time she had a pet in her locker, when what comes out is a loud unrestrained moan. She is taken so totally off guard when Brittany reaches over to smooth down her blouse, fingers brushing over her breasts. Her face gets hot with arousal and embarrassment and oh crap Brittany is smiling. Mercedes’ stance ‘til now was to discourage her. She could bet this didn’t work in her favour.
Suddenly there was a bang and Puck appeared in the doorframe, panting as if he had run.
“You alright?” he asked.
There was no way she was going to tell him about what just happened. The whole day was weird enough without her ex finding out how easy it would have been for him to get into her pants after she refused him so many times.
Then she saw Kurt running in.
“Honey I heard a scream. You okay?”
“Fine,” Mercedes can hardly hear herself speak. Brittany grinned at her.
“Mercedes, can I come over to your house tonight?”
“No!” both boys yelled. Mercedes looked at them, really suspicious now.
“We’re taking her to the movies tonight,” Kurt smiled and his face totally said What man behind the green curtain? Puck pulled Brittany out of the bathroom as if she was the one that wasn’t supposed to be in there. Mercedes put her hands on her hips.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing,” both boys chorused, leading her to lunch.
... ...
Puck left Mercedes in Kurt’s custody and looked for Goody Mason. He remembered they used to be make out buddies in Middle school, and that the girl was a bit high maintenance. He found her with a group of Cheerios sitting at a table though none of them were eating. He singled her out and she walked with him to the wall.
“You started that rumour about Mercedes,” he confronted her.
The cheerleader rolled her eyes, “No I did not. Just like everybody else, I got it on the Grapevine. Why do you even care? You feeling guilty for blabbing?”
“She’s my friend, okay? She doesn’t deserve to be sexually assaulted by the entire school. And none of you are making it any easier! Everywhere she goes they’re trying to get her off! Don’t y’all know how sick that is?”
“It’s not sick, it’s interesting. I heard Mike Chang had his hand in her hair and she nearly peed.”
“That’s not funny!” Puck said forcefully, vowing to kill Mike- and the rest of Glee. They were not helping, “Now who told you?”
She grinned, “Seriously it’s the most obvious person. If I were you and Alex Eames over there,” she pointed to Kurt, “He’d have been the first person I went to.”
Puck could have slapped his own forehead. Of course! The little dork who stalked Rachel everywhere. Why did he not think of it before? Jacob was the obvious culprit, he snuck around digging for dirt like a mole.
“That little bastard,” Puck growled, “I’m gonna slap that boy into next Monday.”
“You’ve been hanging out with a black girl too long,” Goodie smirked.
… …
Mercedes gripped her lunch tray for dear life. Seriously, did the lunch line usually get so packed together? Finn was right up on her, brushing the backs of her legs and her back and the toes of his sneakers hit the back of hers. Mercedes inhaled, trying to focus on what Kurt was chattering about in front of her. She felt her knees shake when Finn accidentally passed an elbow over her lower back. Then suddenly he was bumped from behind and flush against her.
“Ohshit,” she ligit moaned, panting for dear life holding on to Kurt’s shoulder as her muscles spasmed at the contact. He gasped, turned around.
“Boo, go sit down, I’ll get your lunch.”
She wobbled a little to a clear table, glancing back in time to see Finn give her an apologetic look and Kurt glaring at Finn. She was seeing too many stars in front of her eyes to really try to figure why.
As they watched her sit, the brothers heard someone chuckle. They turned to see Karofsky, who had pushed Finn, enjoying the exchange.
“That was not cool,” Finn complained. Karofsky just shrugged and bypassed them in the line.
Mercedes had her head in her hands, waiting for the waves to pass over her, when she heard, “Hello, Mercedes.”
“Hi Rachel,” Mercedes mumbled, wondering what it was that made something that usually happened only once in an average school day suddenly start happening around every corner. She moved her hands and watched Rachel unpack her sensible lunch that no doubt one of her caring dads packed for her that day, hearing her chatter but effectively tuning it out. Mercedes was absently watching Rachel eat a carrot when she felt something that was unmistakably a sparkly ballet flat running up the side of her leg.
Mercedes made an unintelligible sound.
“Oops! Sorry Mercedes!” Rachel squeaked as Mercedes rocked back and forth to sate the pressure that was building up in her. Looked like her one- girl band was going to have to play a really big concert tonight.
She only really realised her eyes were closed when she opened them as Kurt touched her shoulder. Rachel was staring at her and Puck was back, looking concerned. Crap. They must all think she was sick or a freak or something.
“I’m not hungry,” she told Kurt and fled to the bathroom again.
After making sure Mercedes was safe in math class, Puck and Kurt went in search of Rachel’s number one fan. They found him in the journalism room.
“We need to ask you some questions,” Puck leans his fists on the desk and Kurt gives him a haughty stare down.
“I heard you two were on the beat looking for the rumour starter,” said the amateur journalist, “In a related case, I’d steer your Powerhouse away from sex ed today if I were you.”
“Noted and planned for,” said Kurt, already hearing how some persons in Mercedes’ class were planning to use the dark room where they were to watch a sex ed video to their advantage, “we are more interested in how you heard us discussing Mercedes last week in Glee.”
“I will admit to watching your Glee practices at times. They are very inspiring and Rachel is in her element when she performs,” a dopey smile crosses Jacob’s face and Puck snorts, “but I never heard you talking about Mercedes.”
“Don’t lie, Israel, how else would you know about Mercedes being a walking orgasm if you didn’t hear me and Puck tell the other boys?” Kurt narrowed his eyes at Jacob.
Jacob’s eyes lit up in understanding, “You two let the cat out of the bag and now everyone knows. You aren’t doing this for her, you’re doing it because you feel guilty.”
Puck and Kurt exchanged looks that basically told him he was right. Then they turned back to him.
“Our motives aren’t any concern of yours. You seem to be the one with all the motive for spreading it to the whole school. More juicy stuff about Glee you can put on your blog.” Kurt asked.
“If you didn’t do it, who did?” said Puck.
“I would look a little closer to home if I were you,” said Jacob.
“What does that mean?” Puck asked.
“Matt Rutherford has been seen with Goodie Mason at the local movie theatre making out in the middle of Monte Carlo.”
“Matt?” Puck and Kurt say as one.
“Matt!” Mercedes screamed as the fellow Glee member pulled her in for a hug. His eyes went wide and she spun away from him, cheeks hot, knees weak and breath panting. She pushed her back to the wall, her chest rising and falling, squeezing her thighs together. He starts to come over and she holds him off by stretching out her hands. This is too much. She can’t take it anymore. She doesn’t want anyone else touching her for the rest of the day. The next person who touched her was going to get their face chewed off by an angry black girl.
She walks away from the cooler where she met him and almost tripped over Artie. She failed to steady herself before she fell forward, grabbing the handles of the chair. She was a few inches from his face and they stared for a few seconds.
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“Mercedes, are you okay? You looked flushed,” Artie passed the back of his hand over her forehead, neck and chest. She groaned, her eyelids fluttering.
“Boy I don’t wanna hurt you...” she said, panting, “But I will. Get you hand off me.”
“Sorry,” said Artie, resting his hand on the armrest. His fingers lightly touched Mercedes still,
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“You wanna go to the nurse?”
“I’m...fine. Good,” she felt a blush as she straightened, partly due to imagining what the nurse would think of her condition.
“Rutherford!”
Mercedes turned to see Kurt and Puck gunning for Matt. When they reached him, Puck pushed him into the nearby bathroom.
“You got some ‘splaining to do!” Kurt yelled as they entered behind him.
Mercedes turned back to Artie, “What was that about?”
“I’ll go see,” Artie wheeled toward the bathroom.
Mercedes was about to find out too when suddenly five Cheerios appeared out of nowhere like red ninjas.
“Hey Mercedes,” the Asian one smiled, “Come with us a minute?”
“What?” Matt looked at Kurt and Puck who were staring at him menacingly.
“You’re dating Goodie the cheerleader?” Puck asked.
Matt gave them confused looks, “Yeah we went out a few tines. Why?”
“How could you? Mercedes is your friend!” Kurt shouted, just as Artie entered the bathroom.
“Yeah I know she is!” said Matt, “Seriously I didn’t even remember the whole hypersensitive thing! I was just giving her a hug because she looked upset.”
“Yeah that’s likely.”
“Don’t buy it.”
Matt looked from Kurt to Puck helplessly. He turned to Artie wordlessly asking him to back him up.
“Don’t look at me. I just saw that eye flutter thing. It’s pretty hot.”
Puck and Kurt turned to glare at him.
“I was...checking if she had a fever?” Artie pleaded his case.
“We’ll deal with you later,” Kurt spun back to Matt, “You are the one who told Goodie about Mercedes! She posted it on the chat room and now the whole school knows!”
“Me?” Matt pointed to himself, “I didn’t even talk to Goodie all weekend!”
“You didn’t talk to your own girlfriend all weekend? Are you kidding me? That’s your defense?” Puck asked incredulously.
“I didn’t say she was my girlfriend, I said we dated. She doesn’t like me that much. I think she just wanted to ask stuff about Glee club.”
“And you told her?” Kurt folded his arms.
“I didn’t tell her anything. Just when Regionals is and that’s not a secret, “Matt shrugged.
“So Jacob lied to us?” Kurt turned to Puck.
“It had to be because how else would Goodie know?” Puck said, thinking hard, “Wait a minute... how did she know?”
“You just said it, Puck, she heard it from Jacob,” Kurt reminded.
“No not that,” Puck grabbed Kurt’s shoulder hard as something came flashing back, “She asked if I felt guilty that I blabbed. How did he know it was me?”
“If Jacob had been the first to find out, he would have put it on his website, not tell some cheerleader,” Artie pointed out.
“Shit, you’re right,” Kurt breathed, “That bitch tricked us! It was her! She’s obsessed with Glee so she listened in and heard us talking about the girls!”
“In that case, why didn’t she say anything about Tina?” Artie wondered.
“Or Santana?” Matt’s face was scrunched up in thought.
“She’s not after Glee she’s after Mercedes!” Puck exclaimed, “She wanted dirt on her and we just handed it to her on a platter!”
“Puck where’s Cedes?” Kurt asked softly.
“Oh, I left her in the hallway,” Artie pointed to the door.
“Out where they can get her?” Matt asked with concern. Puck and Kurt exchanged looks of terror.
Artie had to wheel out of the way for dear life as the two of them scampered for the door.
Mercedes was in hell. That had to be it. Because what else could explain being surrounded by Cheerios in the girls locker room, all of who were tickling you and giggling as you tried to stand on your own two feet and not groan and not clench your legs together and not breathe. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut as fingers skated over her ribs and her inner muscles went crazy.
“Stop it!” she yelled, the plea coming out breathy and whiny.
“Stop it!” they mocked her, giggling all the more.
“Hey!”
The tickling stopped and Mercedes collapsed on the bench behind her. She looked to see Quinn, her hands on hips. The Cheerios looked at her.
“Leave her the hell alone. She’s not a plaything!” Quinn moved past them, grabbing Mercedes’ hand and pulling her up, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Mercedes lied. Quinn glared at the Cheerios.
“Don’t you all have practice?” she growled.
They shot her rude looks and headed for the door.
Mercedes almost thanked Quinn for saving her from them when something clicked. How did the Cheerios know about her condition? Nobody knew about it. It was her little secret. There was no way anyone knew; she didn’t even tell her parents, or her diary.
“Quinn, how...” she almost asked, but locked her mouth. There was no way she would ask her if she knew what Mercedes knew she couldn’t possibly know...
“They know. They all know,” Quinn told her as they exited the locker room. Mercedes wheeled around.
“Know what?” she asked.
“About the whole hypersensitivity thing. The whole school knows.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Mercedes narrowed her eyes, “I’m not hypersensitive! I
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don’t even know what that is. And how did they find out? I didn’t tell anyone!”
Quinn smirked at how Mercedes contradicted herself.
“Someone spied on the guys when they were talking about our little sexual quirks and Puck and Kurt told them about it. Then somehow Goodie Mason found out and put it on a chat
room.”
“Goodie? Why would she do that? She goes to my church!”
Quinn shrugged, “Puck and Kurt are trying to find out.”
“Puck and Kurt huh? Is this why the two of them have been following me around like guard dogs? How do they even know?”
“It’s not that hard to figure out,” Quinn smirked, “How do you think I found out?”
“How?”
“I used to comb your hair for school remember? And help you zip your pants. And fall asleep on your bed. The sheets used to set you off and you’d wake up in the middle of the night. And if I ever went like this?” Quinn brushed Mercedes’ hair behind her ear and her whole body shivered, “Yeah, that’s the look you’d get every time.”
Mercedes blushed. Here she was thinking she had this big secret and Quinn, Puck and Kurt knew all along. And now thanks to Kurt and Puck the whole school knew.
“When I see those boys Imma slap them both into next semester!” she shouted angrily. Quinn chuckled.
Puck and Kurt skidded to a stop at the bottom of the hall, then pulled each other out of sight. Neither of them wanted to know if Mercedes would make good on that promise.
“Quinn’ll take care of her. Come on let’s go find the cheerleader,” Puck told Kurt and they took off.
They found Goodie as she headed for Cheerios practice.
“You thought you tricked us,” Kurt accosted her.
Goodie smirked, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You have it in for Mercedes, and you’ve been trailing us for something to pin on her. You wanted to take her down, but why?”
Goodie flashed Puck a smile, “Mercedes is my church sister. Why would I have anything against her? I just heard something interesting and passed it on.”
“Oh please, missy. You know telling a bunch of sexually charged teens like the ones at this school something like that is gonna get them all in a frenzy,” Kurt stepped in front of her to stop her progress, “Why would you think to hurt her? She’s the sweetest, kindest, nicest...”
“Yeah, she’s a fucking angel!” Goodie blurted, “Yeah I know! She’s got a damn halo and white wings sprouting out her back! Gosh, she’s got everybody singing her praises!”
Kurt and Puck exchanged looks. Goodie was jealous of Mercedes?
“We’re like the only two black girls in this school- well, the only ones that matter- and you’d think that everybody would like me, give me things and talk about me all the time. I’m so much prettier than her, I’m thinner- I thought people liked that!- I am a freakin Cheerio, and that’s like celebrity around here! But noooo... it’s always Mercedes this and Mercedes that. You know how many times a day my parents tell me they wished I was more like Mercedes Jones? At church she’s on the choir and they make her take it over! And you know why? It’s that damn virginal act! So I fucked it up forever!”
Kurt and Puck were quiet for a moment, till Puck said, “You’re black?”
“Yes, Puckerman, I’m a light-skinned black girl. Gosh, she even got to date you, didn’t she? She gets everything! I just don’t get it!”
“Okay, so now that you got what you want, you’re gonna leave our girl alone?” Kurt asked.
Goodie’s grin was maniacal, “You’re kidding me? I’m just getting started.”
She pushed past them, leaving them to watch her sashay to the field.
“You think she’s gonna do it?” Puck asked Kurt.
“She sounds crazy enough to do it,” Kurt nodded.
“We’ll just have to take her down first then.”
Kurt grinned, “Should be fun.”
Mercedes waited for Mr Shue to walk out of the music room to turn to the rest of the Glee club and say, “You guys suck.”
“It was an accident!” Finn and Matt say together.
“Mine was an accident too, Mercedes,” said Rachel.
“I’m sorry, Mercedes, I guess it was really mean,” Tina pouted sadly.
“It’ll never happen again,” said Artie.
“Scout’s honour,” said Mike, throwing up the sign.
A laugh came from the back.
“Come on, Aretha, you really think I’d pass up a chance like that?” Santana smirked, “You should have seen your face!”
“I just wanted to touch you,” Brittany admitted, nodding, “Can I come over to your house tomorrow night?”
“No, Brittany,” Mercedes sighed.
Puck and Kurt come into the room, looking over at Mercedes as if to gauge her mood. She rolled her eyes at them.
“You two...”
“Before you kill us, you should know we are the only two people in this room who helped you today,” Kurt had his outstretched as if warding her off. Puck was uncharacteristically using Kurt as a human shield.
“Yeah we even found out that Goodie Mason is jealous of you. That’s why she started the whole thing,” he told her from behind Kurt.
“Why is she jealous of me?” Mercedes’ nose scrunched up cutely, “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Have you reconsidered killing us?” Kurt asked.
Mercedes smirked, “I won’t kill you, but I’m not sure yet if I forgive you. Any of you. Today has been...”
Before she could say what the day had been, Puck moved from behind Kurt and gave her a big hug. Then Kurt shuffled forward and hugged her from the next side.
“Aww, how cute,” Quinn grinned.
“We should make it up to Mercedes. Everybody should plan a song for her!” Rachel suggested.
“In this case I think that’s a good idea,” Finn said. Quinn nodded furiously.
Mercedes grinned, “Y’all are still not forgiven but we’ll take it in baby steps,” she turned to Finn and Puck, “Any of you detectives wanna drop me home?”
They led her to the McKinley parking lot in companionable silence, Puck carrying Mercedes’ bag and Kurt bringing her folder.
“How about us?” Puck asked, “We’re gonna need more than a song, huh?”
Mercedes smirked, “Maybe not. We can still go that movie. Just...”
“Just what?” both boys asked.
She sighed, “No touching okay?”