Summer Ménage III

AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck

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Let's Go To Bed (The Cure)
Puck PoV

Awards shows were for the fucking birds. Don't get it twisted, I loved the accolades and the attention and was pretty sure that we'd experience one hell of a bump for our record sales. But the fact was that I'd wanted to be buried balls deep in Cede or Sam since we'd walked off stage from our performance. There was something about performing in front of a big ass crowd, especially knowing that even more people were watching at home, just made my dick hard enough to pound nails. The waiting I had to do for the rest of the night just ensured that there was no way in hell Sammy-boy or Babygirl were going to be walking right the next day. After we won the last award of the night, while Jay-Z and Blue Ivy were introducing Beyoncé, we were ushered to a behind the scenes room filled with reporters asking us a million and three questions. Of course the main thing on everyone's lips was my acceptance speech. I had been honest on that stage and I kept that shit up in the interview room. "I know people will think that I did it because of Cede, but the simple truth is that my younger brother is biracial and his skin is only a little bit lighter than Trayvon Martin's. You can guarantee if a George Zimmerman type hurt him, there wouldn't be a court case or anything else…I'm not a good Christian Black woman like Trayvon's mother. I'm a badass Jewish guy, and ya know what, I firmly believe in an eye for an eye. I'm not a big fan of cops, any of my friends can tell you that I've been in handcuffs more than once and not always for fun. I understand they have a job to do and it can be a hard and scary job…but if we allow them to get away with murder what makes them any different from those they jail and kill."

Someone else shouted out "So you hate the police?"

I shrugged. "No. According to my loves the Christian Bible says I have to love everybody…But it doesn't say anything about liking them though. For real though, I love real police officers, the men and women who wear their uniforms with pride and honor. I love what they do for society. Hell, I love good cops who do their jobs for twenty and thirty years without ever pulling their guns. I don't like bad cops. I don't like assholes that hide their bullying and cowardice behind a badge. I think that given the nature of the job, the training they are supposed to have and all the cool gear they get to play with…they need to be held to a higher standard than regular people. One of my fellow former McKinley Titans, his dad is a cop. He's a good cop too, when he isn't taking my boy Adams' whining to heart. Shit, I did a bid in juvie, worst six weeks of my entire life, but I don't have anything against Officer Brannagan…well not anymore. He was just doing his job. He didn't harass or shoot me, and you can bet your ass I talked mad junk to him. In fact, I think I owe him an apology autograph now."

"Naw, he said he didn't want one unless you won a Grammy." Cede said with a laugh.

"Sam, Puck seems unconcerned about blow back from the police organizations and unions; are you worried about blow back from the NRA and Guns Rights activists?" another voice asked us.

"Most gun owners are perfectly happy with common sense gun control laws. No one can hunt with a semi-automatic or automatic gun…why does anyone need those outside war zones? I'm still baffled how this country didn't elect a whole new congress after nothing was done to create change after Newtown. Unless something changes more people, more children will die and we will all be partially responsible. I had to speak out. It was my right and it was my duty. Few people have a platform to reach millions." My man said simply and honestly.

"Don't you have anything politically relevant to say Mercedes?" someone asked snidely.

But Miz Mercedes Jones was unfazed. "I completely agree with both Puck and Sam on these issues. I speak out on my other issues all the time. However, not to be funny, but while positive body image is important. And while valuing women and making sure that they receive equal pay for equal work is important. Making sure that all women have control of their own reproductive health and speaking out against the misogynistic rape culture that is unfortunately present in this country's colleges and universities and all the way to the halls of government are important. But those pale against the immediate importance of speaking out against the stealing of lives that is happening in greater numbers in America than anywhere else in the industrialized world."

Funnily enough after that they decided that they didn't want to ask anymore deep questions. We got a couple of the usual 'how do you feel about your win' and 'what's next for KAMA' questions. But soon we were released. I thought that meant that we could head back to the hotel and get our carnal knowledge on, but Haja had other ideas in mind for what we needed to do. "You guys get changed and go the after party."

"Man, Haja, we were looking to have an after party of our own back in our suite." Sam's accent was thick and heavy making me sure that he was as in need of boning our girl as much as I was.

"I know…Kurt and Santana told me that this would go over about as well as a fart in a church, but the three of you need to go and make the statement that you stand by your words and aren't worried in the least about any consequences. You have the moral high ground. But if you disappear right now they will turn that around and use it against you. Get changed. Go party for at least two hours. Talk to some of the older musicians and get them on your side. I'll have Hudson push our flight back so that you can sleep in. Just give me two hours."

What could we do. It was for the betterment of our career, so we changed real quick. We headed back to the 'dressing room' we'd used to change before and after our performance. Again Mercedes Jones was prepared. We had a quick baby wipe wash up after we licked our hands clean of the tasty, thick evidence that we had finger fucked our wife to a sharp, quick medium O. She took care of us too; Sam and I got some relief in the form of her hot little hands and pretty mouth. The last change of the night saw Mercedes donning a pretty rose colored halter dress with a deep v neckline that made me want to suck on the cleavage that was on display and left her shoulders and upper back bare. She wore silver and pearly jewelry and exchanged her black cagey red bottomed heels for a pair of pink floral looking pumps with the same brightly colored sole. Sam was wearing a black smedium v neck silk tee shirt and a pair of jeans that were fitted and dark wash enough not to look completely out of place next to Sexy Mama. He'd finished it off with some subtly tooled black cowboy boots that I knew had belonged to Sander originally. I was in a pair of black slacks, deep gray button down with my sleeves rolled up to show off my forearms. I threw on my Docs and a black vest and loose black tie, just to look like I was trying and we headed to Buddakan to the Warner/Atlantic Records post VMAs party.

The party was cool. We got the rest of the crew in and made sure that they were happily talking to industry types themselves and enjoying the night. Then we danced a couple of times, Cede ended up dancing with TI and they got to talking about everything that had been said at the awards show. I struck up a conversation with Michael Stipe and he was very much of the belief that those with voices should use them and he also agreed that Sam and I had chosen to use our voices for great causes. Sam about passed out when Dolly Parton talked to him and said that she was tickled pink by our group and by how we stood up and said some things that needed saying. I talked to another few people universally considered legends like Kylie Minogue, Seal, and Method Man, and they were all very supportive. Which made a lot of sense; Britain had been anti-gun for a long time. Australia had had one mass shooting and locked their shit down, and Method Man probably had better reason to speak out against police violence than half of anybody. In fact, Method Man offered to do some tweeting and he posted an Instagram pic of the two of us chilling in the VIP. He was really cool about it.

We gave it exactly two hours, then headed out to our limo. Before the poor dude had even managed to pull away from the curb, I had Cede laid out across my lap with my hand heading up her skirt. With the shaper slip still in place, I had to take extreme measure, but since the skirt of her dress was loose and breezy it worked out. I managed to get my fingers in her and help her bust another one. While I'd been completely distracted, Sammy-boy had gone from kissing the hell out of our girl, which he had begun as soon as we were hidden from prying eyes, to fucking her mouth like a champ. His moans of pleasure were going through my balls and making my dick even harder. I lost it. Seriously, I was too far gone to even care that we were in a car driving around LA. I stood as best I could, shoved that shaper and her dress up, ripped her panties off and fell one her. In seconds I had buried my dick balls deep with a couple of hard, deep thrusts. "Fuck," I hissed as I was enveloped in the tight, wet, velvety heat that was always waiting to welcome us home. "Oh God, Babygirl. Fuck you feel so damn good. You're so fucking wet."

"God Baby…shit, Noah must be fucking you so good, you're sucking my dick so good." Sam moaned as his head fell back. I would have laughed at how he'd degenerated into porno speak, but the truth of the matter was that when Sexy Mama started going down on one of us, we were lucky to be able to speak at all. Fuck our woman had the best fucking mouth on her. When he slid his hand into her dress and bra tweaking and pinching her thick, sensitive nipples, that was all she needed to fly into an orgasm that squeezed me so tight I had a hell of a time resisting the urge to follow her into bliss…almost. But I was determined to hold off. I wanted both of them to feel as crazy as I was.

Reaching across the space separating us as we both pleasured and took pleasure from our woman, I threaded shaky fingers through his thick blond hair and dragged Sam's head over until I could kiss him, connect with him so all three of us were one. I don't know how long I lasted…probably not very, Sexy Mama was feeling good as hell and I had been wanting to be inside her for the better part of the night. But I did manage to hold out until my beautiful, sexy wifey got hers three times and my amazingly hot ass hubby had come down our wifey's throat.

I don't know if the limo driver drove around a bit to give us extra time, but we managed to get ourselves pulled together before we got out the car at the hotel. If Cede's and Sam's lips were extra plump and juicy looking, well that just made them both even sexier. There were a couple of flashes, but they looked like regular cell phones and not paps, so I didn't think too hard on their presence. Hudson was waiting on us down at the lobby with a couple of bag boys to get all the stuff that I didn't even remember seeing loaded into the trunk, our performance and arrival gear was all present and accounted for, whether we realized that it had been put back there for us or not. Hudson efficiently and quickly tipped the driver and started to corral Sam, Cede and me up to our room followed by the bell hops that'd unloaded the limo trunk of all our clothing from the night. We had not carried much with us to the club, our IDs and a credit card each. Apparently in LA carrying more than that on any occasion when one wasn't carrying a handbag or man purse was just asking for trouble. Thankfully, Hudson had been cool about keeping an eye out for us. It was good that she remembered, because in all the excitement, I'd totally forgotten.

Our quietly efficient PA was talking a mile a minute as we made our way to our suite. "Your parents called to say congratulations. Haja explained that you three needed to be seen since your speeches would be considered controversial in some corners. They have arranged a little surprise for you from room service. Haja and Darcy are working with the rest of your New Direction friends on social media doing damage control. Your family had been working things from their end. Mercedes, your cousin Daniel is going to meet you at the town house tomorrow to handle KAMA's PR until this all settles down. Your Uncle Bryant said that if you need or even just want him permanently then your cousin and his girlfriend are good with changing coasts. Given that the police are a little peeved with you right now, Mr. Manoso…Ramon…has changed his flight and will meet us here tomorrow at ten to fly back with us. His cousin, Ranger, not Mr. Santos…will have a contingent ready to meet us at the airport on the other end and will escort everyone to their homes." She handed me her iPad and a stylus. I glanced over it quickly and realized that it was a contract for Rangeman's bodyguard services. I signed it and passed it to Mercedes.

"Damn, is all that really necessary?" Sexy Mama asked her as she signed in her spot before handing it to Sam for his John Hancock.

Hudson shrugged. "We are preparing for the worst." She said honestly. "Much of the immediate reaction has actually been fairly positive, but it is a simple truth that the police unions won't really begin to release statements until the morning news cycle. The fact that Puck acknowledged the good police officers is helping. Lima PD has already posted a statement thanking him for holding them up as a gold standard. Sam as far as your statement, the Brady Campaign, Moms Demand Action and Mayors Against Illegal Guns have all already released statements supporting KAMA and we are hoping for a few more statements on your behalf. But like I said…we are concentrating on being prepared for the drama to start in a few hours."

Sam looked at me and Cede and asked one last question before we left the elevator. "So is there anything we should be doing? Anything you need from us?"

Hudson smiled. "No…you've hired good people. We're handling this for you. The only things we couldn't do for you…your parents took care of those. You three go in there and celebrate your victories. We have to be at the airport before noon tomorrow. I've already arranged your wake up calls." She turned to head to her room where the bell hops were waiting with our things. "Oh, one thing you can do…all three of you need to look happy, well rested and very put together tomorrow. There will be quite a few photogs and paps at both ends of the trip. Sam, Puck, could you two please get Mercedes approval on your outfits."

I rolled my eyes. "Just for that, I'm gonna roll out the full K-Fed. Look like a total and complete douche canoe."

"You have gotta stop stealing Darcy's sayings." Sexy Mama chided as Sam opened our door.

I laughingly replied, "I didn't steal it, she gave it to me when she used it as me on that senator that called us degenerates on MSNBC." It was true too. Since Darcy had been being me on social media, I try and integrate a few of her more interesting sayings into my vocabulary.

Before we could remove our shoes, there was a knock at the door. I answered it and Room Service rolled in the surprise our parents had arranged for us. In the center of the cart was a silver bucket filled with ice with a big ass bottle of Dom Perignon. But the champagne wasn't alone. The bucket was surrounded by mounds of strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate sauce in a silver tureen designed to be high enough off the sterno not to get tarnished, but low enough to keep the rich treat properly liquid. Hell Yeah. Soon as we tipped the dude and got him out of the way, we rolled that cart on into the bedroom of the suite. The champagne and the three long stemmed crystal flutes accompanied us into the bathroom. Sam started the bath running with the Bulgari green tea bubble bath that he and I had found for when all three of us bathed together. Our beautiful woman was busy getting out of her dress and shoes and everything else that went into making her look as amazing as she always did. It took me less time than either of them the get naked…Sam might have been wearing less clothes, but his boots held him up every time…so once I was naked, I popped the cork on that Dom and poured us each a glass. The second we were all settled in the tub, I couldn't stop my mind from going back over the entire day. It had been the best night of our careers so far…and I could only hope that it was just getting better.

Like A Wrecking Ball (Eric Church)
Sam PoV

Over the course of that late August evening, me and the two people I loved most in the world, we'd performed for millions. We'd won some pretty awesome awards. We'd had great, supportive conversations with icons in our field. We'd even managed to scratch making love in a limo off our bucket lists and that was all before the amazing moment where the three of us were sitting in a Jacuzzi with a mountain of bubbles sipping expensive champagne from crystal glasses that were probably at least as expensive as the champagne we were drinking from them. The summer had been cool, but the night had totally been one for the record books. We'd been banking on our current popularity and the truth of our statements to cushion us from the repercussions of making political statements during our awards speeches. But there was every chance that we could have been wrong. Still seeing the violence and the unnecessary death and not speaking out would have definitely been wrong.

"Guys, I know we decided that speaking out was the most important thing we could do if we won the video of the year VMA," Puck said quietly. Sometimes it was as if he could almost read my mind. "But if the blow back is too much for us to overcome I want you two to split off and I'll fade into the background."

"No, you won't." Mercy soothed. "We made the decision to speak out as a group…all three of us agreed that with what's been happening we couldn't look ourselves in the mirror if we kept silent." Puck and I both nodded. Despite how off the cuff we'd made it seem, we had talked out statements through and we'd been in full and complete agreement on the ones that we'd made.

"Mercy is right. We're together. We're not just a band. We're together. We're together for the long haul too. So there is no way that we're going to leave you behind just because people didn't like what we all had to say." I cosigned.

"Exactly. Yeah, we're making our careers together but more importantly we're making our lives together. So we will handle our slap downs together. The most important thing is that we stay strong, we stay together and we stay smart." Our wonderful soulmate told him.

I reached out and gripped his shoulder to convey my feelings physically as well as verbally. "Yeah, I mean, would it completely suck if we ended up getting Dixie Chicked? Of course it will, especially this early in our career. But we'll stick together, finish out school…finish out our Warner contract and then you and I can figure out what to do with ourselves while Mercy becomes bigger than Beyoncé." The beautiful songstress in question poked me hard in the ribs. "Okay, okay…inappropriate humor aside, we'll handle this. Maybe it will be bad, maybe it won't, but we are a team, a unit, we can't just crumble when the going gets tough."

"I know." Noah smiled. "It's just that Cede, this is your dream. We both want to make sure that you make it even if me and Sam do other shit." He took his own poke for that one. Those little manicured nails hurt a lot when used for evil. Then again they felt really fucking good when she used them for good, like when she dragged them over our scalps or down our backs.

"Yeah, well, my dream changed from a me to a we when these two knuckle headed white boys grabbed my heart and made it their own." She pointed out. "So if this all goes balls up…we'll just find another dream…together."

"Together." Noah and I agreed.

Satisfied that we were all in complete agreement, Mercy took our glasses and sat them all on the wide ledge at the back of the tub. my thick, goddess of a woman straddled my lap and threaded her fingers into my hair as she started to kiss me. I absolutely love making out with Mercedes Jones. Her lips were always warm and soft and smooth. Her breasts pushed into my chest as her tongue made its way into my mouth. Her hard, sexy nipples bored into my pecs and made me crazy. We made out for a while just enjoying kissing and caressing. My hands filled themselves with her awe inspiring ass and I pulled her closer to me as we kissed. My dick was nestled between her wet pussy and my own abs…I was getting harder and harder, leaking more and more precum as holding and caressing her beautiful body made me want her more and more. I felt the water level dropping before I even noticed that Puck had moved the stopper. Without moving our woman's hot body off mine, I carefully stood and exited the deep, jetted tub. Puck helped the two of us dry off and he led us to the bed that was calling all our names. I never did let Mercy's feet touch the ground or her lips leave mine. As soon as her back touched the soft sheets, I buried myself inside her, hissing in contentment and pleasure as her soft, wet heat enveloped the most sensitive part of me. She arched up into my thrust drawing me even deeper into the welcoming home that she always provided for both Puck and I.

"Oh my God, baby. Fuck. Love you so fuckin' much." I murmured as I licked my way to one of the twin tips of pleasure that were begging me to suck them. As soon as I latched on and sucked hard, Mercy's beautiful body seized and her mouth opened on a silent scream. She felt so fucking good it was hard to hold onto my control. But once again baseball served me well, listing the World Series winners in reverse order helped give me staying power. Only when I felt Mercy coming down from her first or fifth, depending on if we were counting the ones in the car or not, only when she her pleasure started to ebb, did I move my mouth to her other nipple and suckle that one in a softer, more sensual rhythm that sent her skyrocketing again. Her body writhing in absolute pleasure. I loved watching Mercedes Antoinette Jones cum. Her whole body moved in undulating waves of passion. Her big, delicious titties shook and rippled. Her moans and pants and deep groans of pleasure surrounded us and oh God, her body clinched so damn tight around my cock…it was all so fucking perfect.

"That's it Babygirl, let us see you cum again." I heard Puck whisper. He looked so fucking sexy with his eyes blown open in desire. His hand was wrapped around his weepingly hard dick. Fuck, he looked damn edible.

Poor Noah had been left behind in our lovemaking and that couldn't stand. As soon as I was able to retreat from Mercy's heat, I pulled back, flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her up onto all fours. Puck knew exactly what to do with the new position. There was no way we could do anal let alone an anal and vaginal double pen when Mercy would be scrutinized the next morning as she walked through airports. Still, Puck wiggled into place under us, lining his pelvis up with ours. I nibbled my way down Mercy's back and left two lovely, dark hickeys on each of her ass cheeks. Only then did I lower our woman's generous hips down so that as I thrust in and out of her, her slick pussy would ride the ridge of Puck's cock. As my cock entered her again, I couldn't bite back a loud whimper of pure, abject joy. Within moments, we both realized that it was even better than we'd imagined. Mercy's girl juice had soaked our joining, my balls, her thighs and her pussy, so everything that was rubbing against Puck was all wet and warm and perfect.

"Hoooo God." Mercy moaned. "Oh so…so…good."

"What's so good Babygirl?" Noah asked with a long groan of his own. "My dick rubbing your hard little clit while Sammy-Boy is fucking your wet little pussy…is that what's so good?"

"Please…oh God Noah, Sammy…m…please…I need…" she begged so sweetly.

"What do you need Baby?" I teasingly asked right next to her ear. "You need me to go slower?"

She shook her head wildly. "Ngh…no…More. Go…faster…fuck me harder." My beautiful, sexy wife knew just how to get what she wanted. Her hips started rocking between us, she lowered her head and kissed the hell out of Puck. I could tell from the wicked little gasp that escaped him she was sucking his tongue. Fuck, that felt awesome…she knew what that did to both of us. When Noah was putty in between her thick, chocolate thighs, then she struck…with a few of those sexy ass hip isolation moves of hers, she made me her bitch.

"Fuck. Oh Shit Baby, you know…" I grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard as she wanted. "How much I loved when you do that?" In less than five minutes Puck almost knocked all three of us to the floor as he roared out his completion. Mercy and I fell like dominos in the seconds or minutes or hours his pleasure lasted. Soon we three were all spent and covered in cum. Moments later exhaustion hit and we were asleep having moved only enough not to smooch each other. The next morning, or later that same really awesome morning depending on how one looked at it, the phone rang at eight fifteen. We'd managed to sleep through the regular alarms. As we lay there just basking for a minute, I couldn't help but think that we'd just had the best summer of our lives so far. Totally, completely epic.

Summer Nights (Grease Cast/Glee Cast)
Mercedes PoV

It had been the most epic…most awesome night I'd had personally and one of the best professionally. I knew that I was wrong for how much I loved it when Sam and Noah and I made love without anything between us. But since it happened so very rarely and the connection was just so intense, I couldn't bring myself to regret it. We had to be down to the lobby by ten and the truth was that we had a lot more than an hour and a half of work ahead of us, so we finally forced ourselves to stop making out and get out of the bed at eight thirty. I was so tired I didn't even care that I was still naked while I got out the clothes I'd packed to wear back if we won…yes, I had a whole different outfit packed to fly back in if we hadn't won anything. Once I had my clothes for the flight out, I packed all the rest of everything. It didn't take as long as it could have because most of what we'd brought was just tossed into Puck's duffle bag to be sorted and washed when we got home. I put his clean things in the now empty spaces in Sam and my own bags. By the time I'd finished, Sam had gotten off the phone with room service. We'd eat with the crew downstairs, but we definitely needed coffee in the worst way. Puck came out of the shower, dripping wet with a towel wrapped round his waist. I quickly handed him a decent outfit that wouldn't be all K-Fed like, but at the same time wouldn't look like he was trying too hard, or much at all really. Guys who looked like they tried to look good for a flight never came off well. Unless they were gay then it was kind of expected.

I put Sam something together based off Puck's look and what he happened to have available and went and took a shower myself. Given all the product that had been used the night before, I had no choice but to wash my hair, so I braided my long ass weave into a cute fishtail braid and bound the end nice and tight. I wasn't a fan of wearing my hair back, it made my face look fat, but my choices were hella limited until I could actually fix my hair for real. I lotioned carefully since I'd set aside a dress to wear home. While I was in there, I also packed up all my toiletries and sundries, as soon as I used them. By the time Sam came in for his shower, I'd revitalized my skin and smoothed on a tinted moisturizer with a good SPF, made my eyes up to look sexy and yet bright and innocent and put on lip balm. I wasn't bothering with gloss until we were on the way to the airport. I pulled on a lacy teal bra and panty set from Soma that supported the girls, without putting them into my neck, and headed into the bedroom of the suite. Puck passed me a cup of coffee with the perfect amount of cream and sugar which I chugged like a frat boy at a kegger, and gave me a quick kiss. He was already fully dressed looking appropriate for a run or a flight or a Nike ad.

"Hudson just texted…we're due down stairs in fifteen minutes." He told me smiling at my grimace. "She did say to leave everything but our carry-ons up here. Apparently the checked luggage will have its own ride."

"I guess that isn't so bad." I said honestly. I packed my electronics, including my iPad with all my summer reading and the essays that I'd already emailed to the appropriate professors, my personal cell phone, Hudson had the professional one, and my e-reader with my fun reading and magazine subscriptions on it into my white Michael Kors pebbled leather, large satchel. In went my passionfruit eos and a couple of glosses that would play well with the baby teal Eileen Fischer organic linen tank dress with its adorable handkerchief hem I finally slipped on before I made myself a second cup of coffee. I slid my feet into the Steve Madden pierced white leather ballet flats that I'd brought to wear with the dress. A big clunky white and clear bead necklace, white Gucci round framed sunglasses and my wallet and other usual purse contents made with way into the white bag and I was ready to go.

Puck and I double checked the room to make sure that we hadn't forgotten anything. Good thing too, we found a pair of lacy boy cut panties that had gotten tossed onto a side table in the heat of our passion and almost over looked. Under the bed we found my extra house shoes and a strip of Magnum XXL condoms. Puck somehow talked me into letting him leave one in the bedside table drawer, only to find that the empty box we'd ripped open a few days before was already there. He decided that that was even better and wouldn't waste any of the prophylactics that we tended to use a lot of in the first place. We really need to buy stock in Trojan or whatever their parent company was. My Noah was such a dude. Letting the maid or whoever know that he and Sam were well endowed was a little harmless fun that would have him giggling for days.

We checked to make sure that we had everything we wanted in our carry ons, my big white purse, Sam's black Nike backbag and Puck's red one. When we left that hotel room we had stacked all our luggage neatly right inside the door and left three nice crisp hundred-dollar bills with an autographed thank you card on the coffee table. Down in the lobby, the entire group was present and accounted for and we were joined by Maddie and Roman Manoso. "Congratulations, I am so happy for you guys." Maddie St. Clair laughed as she gave Sam, Puck and me hugs. She pulled back and looked at my outfit. "I love your outfit. The paps aren't going to know whether they are shooting an airport or a fashion show."

I chuckled and thanked her. "You're looking pretty cute too. I swear you seeing us off at LAX is getting to be a tradition."

"Yeah, well…you three are good kids and your commissions are making my year." She returned with a smile.

"Well, if we still have a career in a couple of months, you might get another one." I heard Puck throw out teasingly.

"Wait, what's that?" I turned to inquire.

He shrugged. "I like the idea of us being behind the scenes real estate moguls. We could put Maddie to work finding us a complex in a gentrification type area, we get it for cheap and lease apartments to self-important hipsters and make a killing."

Darcy laughed uproariously. "You just want the chance to bilk a bunch of douche canoes for a shit ton of money while making it just a touch harder for them to post their food porn."

Puck nodded. "Harder to buy those thick rimmed glasses their asses don't need too." He agreed.

The next comment came from a surprising source. "You know what would be really ironic…we make it one of those trendy complexes where all the C and D list models and actresses just have to live…so while they are casting shade at Mercy they are putting money in her pocket every time they pay their rent."

"Damn Trouty, that is deliciously devious. You guys should totally do that." Satan chortled. She and Puck were obviously bad influences on Sweet Sammy-Boy…but then again he did hate it when people hurt anyone he cared about.

Hudson gathered us to the table that the hotel restaurant staff had been good enough to create for us. She was able to get us seated fed and caffeinated quickly. Then she disappeared and when she reappeared the car service was present and, when I looked over her shoulder, she had a list of all the suitcases and the cases of instruments and gear that had everything checked off so I knew that the things from our rooms had made their way into whatever vehicle would transport them to the airport.

Despite it being LA on Labor Day, the drive to the airport wasn't too bad. I was completely vindicated in my decision not to bother with a colored lip gloss until we arrived at the international travel hub by the fact that Sam and Puck and I had made out pretty heavily for the better part of the ride. Thanks to our amazing PA, however, I did have time to get myself looking right and tight before the driver stopped and opened the door. Puck got out first and he helped me step carefully from the limo. I was not one to show the world the goodies, so I was always very careful when exiting a car in public. It was a good thing that I was careful, because there were a couple of paps waiting on us already. The flashes got irritating really quick but it was their yelled out questions and 'directions' to look at them that really pissed me off. But unlike our arrival, somehow no police officers said anything to them about moving along and not loitering. Thankfully, Roman Manoso was a big dude and he appeared from nowhere, looking almost as dangerous as his cousin was reputed to be. The photographers disappeared pretty quickly after he arrived on the scene.

We said goodbye to Maddie while Hudson got the multitude of bags and gear checked. Roman ushered us into the airport and through the security checkpoint. The TSA agents were amazingly efficient and to be honest, almost obsequious. I was expecting them to feel some kind of way about our speeches the night before, but they were more curious about why we were still flying commercial. "When musicians die in plane crashes, it's always in small aircraft, either private or chartered. I'll keep flying commercial thank you very much." I finally answered one of the ladies who'd been bold enough to ask. I didn't like admitting to my own superstitious nature, but why borrow trouble.

"Girl, you know you're right." She laughed a little before her smile turned sad. "I want to thank you three…my son was killed four years ago. They said he reached for the cops gun…he was twenty years old, never been in trouble in his life. He got stopped for a bad taillight…why the hell would he have tried to go for a gun he wouldn't have known how to use if he did manage to get it. That damn DA didn't even try to have the cop arrested even though what he did was cold blooded murder. I haven't paid money for music in fifteen years, but I went online and bought your CD and that movie soundtrack you all did."

I leaned over and gave her a hug. "I'm so sorry for your loss. I know that there is nothing that can make what you have had to go through even close to okay…but I have to believe that even if man won't apply their own laws and make him pay, the Lord will see to it that justice is done."

"Thank you. Lord knows if not for my faith, I'd have lost my mind to grief and anger. But I didn't have time for that. I had two more children to raise. My girls are almost grown now. Both of them love you. They think you are the best thing to happen to music since Whitney Houston, God rest her soul." Ms. Yolanda said with a grin. I couldn't not give her all the autographs after that. Heck, Santana took a picture with her phone of her and the three of us for her. then Ms. Yolanda and another lady escorted us through the rest of the checkpoints so we could get to our gate without any more drama.

We were all very appreciative of her help. When we were settled at our gate, rather than going into the first class lounge, we had a little meeting at an out of the way section of the waiting area. Haja immediately relayed a breakdown of the morning news shows reactions. "The good news is that for the most part the banter and commentary has all comedown on your side. Well, except Fox News…but really they already hated you more than most people hate serial killers. There are a few others, one of the commentators on Good Morning America, but Robyn Roberts shut him down pretty aggressively. Kathy Lee Gifford was quite unexpectedly harsh, but Hoda Kotb she wasn't subtle about agreeing with the three of you. Plus too, I think she is secretly in love with Puck now."

Sam and I threw Puck teasing grins, but he was focused on something else. "And the bad news?" he pressed our manager.

"The IUPA…the International Union of Police Associations has stated that your comments couldn't be considered actionable because you praised good police officers who do their jobs correctly, but the Fraternal Order of Police…the second largest US police union is calling for a boycott of your albums and concerts and stating that police officers should refuse to handle security for your events. The NAPO, National Association of Police Organizations…the biggest US police union…they are somewhere in the middle. They are calling for the boycott, but not the refusal to handle KAMA events. " Haja said wryly.

"So has there been any measurable impact yet?" Sam asked reaching over and grasping my hand.

Hudson shook her head. "It could just be early days yet, but not really. There were the expected bumps to searches and downloads right after the awards show…but to be honest, there hasn't really been as much blow back as we were expecting."

"That's because most of black twitter and the civil rights organizations have put out a massive all call online. They all seem to basically say that everyone with skin of any shade of brown, any member of the LGBTQ community, anyone who is not a WASP male should go out of their way to support you guys and actually buy your album." Darcy chimed in with a wicked grin. "A few more conservative country singers' camps tried to start some beef, but Blake Shelton, Garth Brooks, Natalie Mains and a few other names even I recognize, like Merle Haggard, all put out statements to the effect that even if people don't agree with what we had to say, if they call themselves patriots they should be willing to fight and die for your rights to say it. Ted Nugent is being Ted Nugent. SO…I may have posted links to some old articles about things that should have seen his ass arrested and the cell mate of a big ass guy named Bubba. There hasn't been any rebuttal from him yet." I gave her a look. "I know, I know…high road…but dude is a misogynist, an asshole and a pedo-rapist. He pissed me off suddenly being all pro-cop…when he spent April and May sucking Cliven Bundy's ball sack."

I couldn't argue with anything she said, so I decided to let it go. "Haja…I know that you're working on the office this week, but can you please try and get us some air time…late night shows, maybe a call in on a radio show…Something where we can address the big purple elephant. I don't want people to think that we don't really believe what we said. If we drop it, I think we'd come across as false."

Haja smirked. "How about a Rolling Stone interview, photo shoot and possible cover? You have the video filming for 'Rub You the Right Way' this Saturday, next Saturday, you'll be meeting with an interviewer and photographer from Rolling Stone."

"That's great Haja…but is there any way we can do something more immediate. That article won't hit stores for a while." Noah pointed out.

"I'll try to get you something setup for the next couple of days." He agreed.

Brantley raised a point. "I heard about some organizing going on online…social media driven stuff. They are talking about hosting a rally in NYC somewhere to benefit the Garner family. I can put our feelers and see if I can get you some stage time."

Sam and Puck looked thoughtful, but it was Santana who spoke up. "They hate doing good where people can see that its them doing it. They are old school…you're gonna have to think old school sneak techniques."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's table that thought until we can talk things through with Daniel. I don't want to agree and have you set something up that interferes with his plan."

Before we could get any further into the discussion, our boarding was called. I spent the flight knocked out. I was tired as hell, but it had been one of the best weekends of my life. There was nothing I could have or would have done differently. We were flying home and the next day we would begin our sophomore year of college…stepping off of the flight was the first step into the next phase of our future. I couldn't wait.

You all fullfilled your end of the bargain...so here is mine.

The rest of Commune's night and their flight home.

I hope that you love it.

This ends this portion of the French Lessons Series. I still want to hear all about what you think of your Bonus Chapter. Like any FF author, I live off your reviews.

I'm taking a month off to work on a couple of Illy's stories & I may throw in a couple of one shots of my own.

When I come back to this series it will be with their sophomore year.

Folle Sagesse (Foolish Wisdom) will be out before May 1st.

TTFN,
Anni