Sing, sing, sing...

[points_the_way]

Who Mr Schue and the rest of the Glee club
What Glee rehearsal
When Monday, after school
Where Choir room
Rating PG-13

[As discussed in the OOC comm here, a list of potential songs. Feel free to use as you wish, or choose your own. Tag in, choose your song, sing it and others can react.]"Okay, everyone." Will bounding into the choir room was not

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[aint_no_kelly]

"Well with that attitude Sunshine, it's no wonder you seem to be a target for drama 'round here," Her eyes slid over to gaze at the blonde sporting the sarcastic smile. Moving swiftly as she could, Mercedes moved her bag from the chair seperating them to slide over and sit herself down directly beside Quinn without too much movement.

"Look," She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. After all, she didn't particularlly like Quinn, quite frankly, she thought the teen was a stuck up bitch a majority of the time who needed a good thrashing or even a good education in a few things; but what Mercedes did know, is that Ferrari royally screwed with the girl. And that wasn't okay. Enemy or not.

"I get you don't think much of me, feeling is returned just in case you didn't catch that, but I'm not heartless. Ferrari messed up royally and what she did was wrong, without a doubt. And want it or not, we're on a team now. So, are you okay? And don't you dare lie, I can be just as stubborn as you when I'm on a mission Princess." Mercedes made sure to keep her words low and between them.

[fabraymazing]

Quinn rolled her eyes in reply to the girl's overwhelming sass, though admiring the fact that she could hold her own against Quinn's snark. She sat up as the girl moved closer, almost instinctively taking Finn's hand in hers, resting them on his leg as he gently squeezed it while he talked to Puck. Her eyebrow was quirked as she watched Mercedes come to her side, and finally sit.

She eyed the girl in deliberation, questioning what her motives could be - to Quinn, everyone had motives - and choosing to tread warily in interaction. It wasn't that the girl posed any threat to her; she was just abrasive, and Quinn wasn't fully back to head bitch status just yet. Granted, she wasn't going to let Mercedes Jones know that.

"I'm fine," she said coolly, voice low as she straightened out the skirt of her uniform. When she could still feel Mercedes watching her, she finally looked up and sighed, only moving her eyes to see the girl. "I'm fine now," she amended stubbornly.

[aint_no_kelly]

The african american girl gave the blonde the tiniest of smiles. Of course, this wasn't easy, she hadn't expected it to be by any means. But the Cheerio hadn't told her to back off or called Santana on her and was even looking at her. Mercedes remembered what her mama used to say, "It's just a step in the door, one toe at at time". Mama really did know her stuff. She mentally made a note to thank her mother when she got home later.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Was that so hard?" Mercedes' brow quirked a bit. A breath was inhaled and exhaled slowly as she held Quinn's gaze.

"You're a pain a lot of the time but I give props to anyone who can recite scripture proudly, even if it's misguided. So, Quinn Fabray, Getting to Know You means teamwork and teamwork means if you have comfort issues around people," Her eyes slid to where Ferrari was skulking before moving back to the blonde. "Then it can be balanced with at least cordial folk alrigh'?"

[fabraymazing]

Quinn rolled her eyes, but the gesture was more out of a good natured admittance of agreement than viciousness. Mercedes, with her abrasive nature and honesty, was someone Quinn could find herself respecting.

Quinn pursed her lips in contemplation at the girl, listening to her. Teamwork was something she was good at...in that she was good at letting everyone around her work to cater her. She was more of a leader, really - head of the Cheerios, the dominant figure in her relationship...there was really nothing she wouldn't work hard to get to the top of, and Glee was included. But Mercedes seemed to see the club as equal footing, despite teh fact that, clearly, Rachel Berry didn't see it this way, and Quinn couldn't help but wonder why -- was she not talented? Had Rachel pushed her to the background? Could Mercedes be a prospective ally in overcoming this club?

Quinn allowed herself to focus on the girl at her side, her fingers still laced with Finn's as she turned a little to face her. "Let me ask you something - it's Mercedes, right?" Quinn inquired, though she already knew (it was her business to know), and proceeded. "What are you getting out of this? What do you get out of it if I happen to be nice to...her?" Quinn couldn't say the girls' name, and wouldn't dare look at her. The idea simply caused her blood to boil.

[aint_no_kelly]

"You remembered my name, I'm touched." She moved her right hand up to her face lazily, index finger lightly tapping on her chin as she thought on the blonde's question for a moment.

Mercedes supposed she could tell the girl the numerous truths. She didn't want to have to pull anyone off anyone, she didn't want to hear about more things Ferrari would regret, didn't want more pain to Lucil's wound the list went on. Of course she was the Queen of the school and often showed it by putting people down (namely her and her friends) and giving open game orders of slushying on others (again, her and her friends) but what Ferrari had done was assault. Albeit misguided and more hormone driven than ill intended, can't call a dog anything but a dog. Being a stand out in Glee wasn't the point since Rachel took care of accquiring any and all solos from Mr. Schue but the teen made sure to keep some tricks of her own to herself, just in case of emergencies.

While she couldn't completely verbalize why she felt the need to at least be cordial with Quinn, she did feel the religion she loved called for it. Quinn Fabray should be glad Mercedes was a good christian. A shrug eventually rolled off her shoulders. "I don't get anything out of this but a clean conscience. But I can give you two solid reasons since you're so interested. 1) She and Lucil are friends of mine and I don't want more drama for them. And 2) You're christian, I'm christian. Religion states to help others. I may not particularly like you at all, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with what went down. I'm a gleek, I ain't immoral."

With that, she picked an invisible piece of lint off her shirt and smoothed out her jeans along her thighs. She could say a lot more but in the end it was all up to the powerpuff girl to take up the pale blue flag of cordial terms. Whatever went down, Mercedes tried and knew that she was gettin' some Jesus points for it and her conscience patted her on her back.

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Quinn smirked sarcastically at Mercedes before waiting (albeit somewhat impatiently) for her to respond, running her thumb along Finn's in the mean time. She could have sworn she felt someone watching them - a very familiar Latina girl - but didn't dare check to make sure. Granted, Quinn had this feeling the majority of the time -- she genuinely found herself to be too interesting to ignore, however untrue that may be.

Quinn raised her eyebrows in judgmental surprise. "Any drama they have, they create for themselves. She's the one that...did that to me, not the other way around. I have no interest in being anywhere near either one of them, so you don't' have to worry about that," she said, licking her lips in exasperation to prepare herself for the next portion. "Religion states a lot of things, Mercedes. It states that what she did was wrong, and how she lives her life is wrong," she argued, almost childishly. Religion, though, also stated that Quinn should turn the other cheek, should choose to be the bigger man -- instead, she had absolutely no interest in being mature and cordial about things, particularly when they involved Jeanette Sinclaire. It seemed as though everything that happened to Quinn lately was something else to make her question her own beliefs, which wasn't something Quinn took lightly. She'd spent the majority of the weekend either praying or crying or using Finn as a body pillow, and the fact that she was dealing with a bout of food poisoning was not improving her mood in the slightest. Quinn Fabray had absolutely no patience for this scenario, which it what she told herself when she found herself wondering why she was so nonchalant about talking to someone she'd otherwise ignore entirely.

"Listen, I don't really care about her or her...whatever is happening there. She's the one that came up to me and threw herself at me. As long as she leaves me alone, I'm fine."

[aint_no_kelly]

Mercedes sighed and shook her head with a small tsk. Quinn Fabray: Cheerio, Powerpuff Girl, blonde brick wall. She rested her head in her hand, facing Quinn to look her up and down and take in her posture and loose grip on Finn's hand.

"You are the victim here Quinn, I get it. But that doesn't mean you were the only one affected," She paused to look over at Ferrari again, not bothering to make the gesture quick before looking back at her...person she was currently speaking to. "She's hard headed and lives in the moment, stupidly as you're very aware of, but she's sorry and gets she was wrong. But, you know, hard headed is hard to move. You should know that well." The teen gave the taller girl a look before shifting over to fuss with her bag at her feet.

She was trying, maybe not as forcefully as she was known for since she wasn't completely in the mood to make a scene, but it was an effort. Mercedes dug out her Chicago script and pulled her bag up to hang from her shoulder before looking back to Quinn. "You aren't dumb Quinn Fabray, you know religion states more than just what's wrong with people. But you know what? If you say you're fine, then fine. I tried. Facebook me if you want because cordial terms are out there if needed but I won't hold my breath. I need it too much." With that Mercedes stood and started to move down the risers, at Mr. Schue's inquisitive look she simply pointed to her script and the curly haired teacher nodded. She moved to leave the choir room. She tried.