LEARNING FRENCH
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
Disclaimer: I own Nothing…Murphy, Falchuk, and Brennen along with Fox and others own this fandom and all the characters there in…Anything you recognize obviously belongs to the,
(As you can tell because they made the silly decision to not make Chord a permanent part of the cast)

CHAPTER 1
Mercedes Point of View

Prom was, well complicated. On the one hand, it was an amazing night and Sam made me feel absolutely beautiful. Whether it was just him being the good, sweet guys he always is, or he took notes from Rachel or even if it was something more; on that hand it was great. But on the other hand it was a night of sheer cruddy crap. The bullshit they pulled on Kurt was rude and uncalled for. God bless Blaine for turning that one into a somewhat positive and beautiful moment.

It also kind of sucked 'cause Rachel brought that a-hole Jessie St. James with her and told him stuff that was, not only, none of his damn business-but things she had no right to tell him in the first place. And if you don't think I will be telling Miss Ma'am all about herself-well, have we met? I'm Mercedes Jones, the only REAL sista at McKinley High.

Then just to end the night on a suckalicious note, Lauren decided that Puck was 'too domesticated' for her and that's why they lost Prom King and Queen. So she broke up with him. Right there in the fucking Prom…Bitch. I never liked them as a couple anyway. I mean she's alright…but she doesn't pass the BOB test* and Puck is all kinds of sexy. I never said this to him, of course. He's become a good friend, and I was way too proud of him for finally realizing that those Cheeri-ho types were all kinds of wrong for him.

Now that probably wouldn't have impacted me until the next day; when Puck would have texted me pouting. Somehow, for some reason, after our make believe 'ship, I've become Noah Puckerman's Mother confessor and Agony Aunt all rolled into one. I would have been on my way home with Sam without being the wiser, if not for the fact that that broad had the nerve to take the limo and leave Puck stranded. Now since Jerk-Off St. Jackass and Miss I'm sooo talented had left Sam and I in the lurch as well, the three of us decided to band together. Since Puck's house is pretty close to the school, we made the decision to walk to his house and from there he'd give Sam and me a ride to our homes.

"Well I don't know if that was the best or worse prom in the history of the word. But I'm sure that it was the most dramatic." Sam said summarizing my thoughts perfectly. "Puck's jealous though. Because I had the most beautiful date there." He teased Puck, reaching over to run his hand backwards up our bad ass friend's Mohawk.

"That's funny…I didn't think Rachel really looked all that hot myself." I said honestly confused.

Both boys stopped and looked at me. Their eyes filled with disbelief and something that almost made me backtrack. But rather than admit to my confusion and reticence, I decided, in true diva fashion to brazen it out. "What? She looked a little off, that shade of pink kind of washed her out a bit. I'm just saying."

"Now all three of us know that Sam wasn't talking about Berry." Puck chided. "In fact, I happen to know for a fact, that he turned her down flat when she asked him last week."

"Oh…so why did you say yes when we asked you?" I said even more confused before. Puck gave me a straight up DUH face, while Sam just blushed hot red.

"So he could go with the girl he just said was the most beautifulest girl there tonight. And you know what, I ain't even mad at him. You are looking very beautiful tonight Miss Jones." Puck answered with a teasing grin.

"Oh Please I know I'm the hotness…I've just given up on getting any of ya'll dumbass boys to agree with me." I said, flipping my weave haughtily. Man I should not have said that. I should have just let it go. I mean…I had my Cinderella moment. I should be grateful for that…but now I'm basically fishing for compliments, and when I don't get them….I'm gonna think the night sucked, and forget all about the sweetly awesome moments earlier.

"Look, I know I should have said more earlier, but Mercedes, you have to know that you were the hottest girl there tonight…don't you. I mean you are beautiful and kind and that dress was all kind of sexy. I kept wanting to say it but I'd get all tongue tied. How could you not tell I was nervous asking you to dance. I mean my palms were like pouring sweat. I think you are so much more than you seem." Sam rambled in his cutely awkward way. "Maybe you aren't what Cosmo or Vogue call perfect, but you have curves like a woman is SUPPOSED to have, and God what curves," he groaned before shaking his head and continuing. "And most of those skinny chicks, someone should tie them down and force feed them some chicken wings. Or something. Do you know what I spent ALL my time doing when I was seeing Quinn…trying to get her to friggin eat something. ANYTHING."

We all had a good laugh off that one. Even at nine months pregnant it had been hard to get Quinn to eat. And she NEVER eats, really eats in public. "Hot Mama-High school boys are idiots. They cannot think for themselves, and those who can still have to be strong enough to stand up and step out of the crowd. You are beautiful, Mercedes Jones-but unlike Quinn or Santana or Brittany, you aren't what the crowd is going for. You're exceptional…unconventional. And in high school it takes balls to appreciate the unconventional." Puck said, trying to convey his meaning.

I gave them a small smile, hoping that it would allow them to think they had succeeded in making me feel better. Yeah it made me feel loads better to hear that I'm not Quinn or Santana or Brittany…not pretty. "She is NOT getting what we are saying." Sam sighed.

Puck threw up his hands in frustration. "Fine... lets explain it to her in small words." He said to Sam before turning to me and grabbing me by the shoulders. I tried to ignore the zing of sensation that jolted through me from his bare hands on my bare shoulders. Stupid body, I'd gotten a similar jolt from Sam at Breadstix and the Prom. I ruthlessly repressed a shiver and tried to pay attention to what he was saying.

"YOU are fucking HOT. I would so completely spend hours doing very nasty things to your body." He said enunciating very clearly…like I do sometimes when talking to Finn. "I like your big soft lips. I love looking at you. I like touching your soft chocolate skin. I wish I could touch that big sexy badonkadonk—"

Sam cut him off. Probably to keep Puck somewhat PG. He took over, his hands far gentler on my shoulders than Puck's. And yet they elicited the same shiver inducing response. "I could get lost looking into your beautiful brown eyes," He said softly. "I long for a time when I'll be considered worthy of kissing your pretty lips. I wish I could to afford to treat you like the Princess you are. You are amazing. You've been one of the kindest people I've ever known. Even before my family lost everything, you never teased me about my dyslexia or my impressions or my Na'vi speak."

"Its kinda cute." Puck and I assured him at the same time.

"What?" Puck said smirking at us both. "I like what I like. Sam's a good guy. I'm not gay or nothing…but I can appreciate that my buddy Sam is kinda cute, like a big blond puppy, when he's smiling and happy and shit. Bro- you've got to admit that you're happiest when dissecting Avatar, or speaking in Na'vi."

"Ok…Well thank you. You guys are gonna turn my head." Sam said coquettishly, making us all laugh. We reached Puck's house and all climbed into his truck.

They, of course, had me sandwiched in the middle. Sam threw one hand over the back of the seat behind me, his thumb brushing over my shoulder repeatedly, once we were on the road damned is Puck didn't start the same thing. Jolts of pure fire were traveling from their thumbs on my shoulders to my pussy. I felt so completely wrong, but it felt so good. "I do appreciate what you guys are trying to do. Thank you for being good friends and trying to make sure I have a happy prom night. But Monday it will all be over, and I'll be back to normal. Everything will be back to normal."

"It doesn't have to." Sam began cautiously.

"What?" I asked.

"Look, you've got two guys, we both like you. Really like you. At least that's what I take away from the conversation tonight…I KNOW I like you and Puck does too. Anyway, hopefully you like us too. So give us a chance to prove all your doubts wrong." He continued with a sexy, abashed grin. "I may not be able to take you out to Breadstix but we could go to the park sometimes. Or even all three of us could hang out."

Puck looked over at us quickly. Setting his eyes back on the road, his face took on his contemplative look. "I'm in. Since Sam's going through a financial crisis, we can date him…he can be the girl and me and Mama will be the guys. So I guess Samantha better decide how far he's willing to go…how much he's gonna put out to thank us for buying him shit."

Puck and I both busted out laughing at the rather affronted look on Sam's face. "Hey I'm not that kind of girl. You will get to Third base and no farther, Noah Puckerman." Sam slid me a half smile. "Now Mercedes, she can do whatever she wants to me." He teased.

"You do realize that basically you two are proposing that we become a threesome?" I asked incredulously, "Pretty sure that is not allowed."

"Why not?" Sam said with a sigh. "I want to date you. Puck wants to date you. You deserve to be shown how beautiful and desirable you are. We could do this the old fashioned way. You date one of us for a while, then the other for a while…but why. This was works best for all of us. It gives Puck some breathing room, and maybe a chance to see how to treat a lady," the smile he threw Puck took the sting from his words. "It takes some of the pressure off me. I don't have to figure out how to be able to date you…which is the whole reason I didn't ask you to prom in the first place." He blushed and hung his head a bit.

Puck filled the silence. "You are so outvoted, Mama." Puck teased. "If Sam can repress his Southern Boy Pride and let us pay…if I can set aside my 'broken heart', and move forward…with the sexy full figured girl I should have been with all along. Then why won't you at least give us a shot?"

"Well when you put it that way, who am I to be the hold out. I'm in on a provisional basis. We try this for like a month; see if it's working ok." I'm not sure that this is a great idea, but they're still touching me and my mind's all horny and fuzzy. Besides the huge smiles they are giving me really make me hope this won't blow up in our faces.

We got to Sam's motel and Puck and I both walked him to his door. Sam leaned forward and gave me a very sweet, soft kiss. He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, making me bite back a moan of want. It was simply and subtle and it set every nerve I have on fire. When he pulled back he and Puck did that one armed man hug thing. Sam looked at me deeply, searchingly. We'll give you tomorrow, no pressure. But No backtracking, no over thinking, no running. WE want YOU. You've agreed to give us a chance, a real try, so no hiding either. We'll see you Monday, okay?"

"I'll see you Monday, no backtracking, overthinking, or running." I promised. Puck put his hand on my back and escorted me to his truck as Sam let himself into his family's room.

Puck and I drove in silence for a while before I asked, "Are you sure you are okay?'

"Actually, I'm good. I'm not great. I do care about Lauren, and the way she just dropped me sucks ass…but I've known all along that she and I were not the forever couple. She's too damn high maintenance. And she had issues about letting me touch her, so no reward to balance the work. I kind think the whole no touching thing might be what tonight was about…but her loss." Puck said with a wry smile.

"Well, I can't say exactly how long it will take," I said with a cheeky grin. "but you will eventually get to touch all up on this…if you are a good boy. But how are you gonna deal with it if Sam and I get to the touch me stage too?"

"Depends, can I watch?" He rejoined licentiously.

"Would you want to?" I fired back.

"Hell yeah." He breathed with a lewd fascination. "I could watch you two touch naughty places all day, as long as I get to touch them too."

"Huh." Was all I could think to say, finally I asked the only thing on my mind. "Seriously Puck, Why are you and Sam doing this?"

"Because you are the realest, best, sexiest chick in our clique, and yet you are always alone. With all the bullshit Berry pulls she still manages to somehow over shadow you at every turn. I'm sick of it. If she weren't Jewish, I swear I'd go back to slushing her on the daily. Besides, you might not be a size zero or whatever stupid size girls are always trying to get down to…but you are fine as hell, and you have a mouth made for kissing, and other things you'd hit me if I said right now…If you give us a chance, we'll show you why." He answered, his voice filled with sincerity and certainty.

"I'm gonna hold you guys to that." I said with a smile as we pulled into my yard.

Puck walked me to my door. His kiss was deeper than Sam's less tentative, but it sent me reeling with desire just as quickly. Sam was sweetness and light, Puck was sin and temptation. Both were fabulous kissers. Yeah Prom Night was something alright.