Summer Menagé
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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AN: This is the next story in the Learning French Universe. It will be from many different perspectives, and will take care of the summer between Junior and Senior year. Right now I have it planned as a series of connected one shots. But then again, I never meant for Learning French to end up being 42 chapters.

AN: Most of the Gleeks must be Juniors during the time of Learning French (end of Season 2), otherwise how could they have gone to prom. RIB and crew are falling off with their continuity if they are trying to stratify them now. Therefore consider this to be the summer before Senior year for all of them.

AN3: Sorry to end with a smut free chapter, but I'm ready to hit Senior Year. Besides after Yes or No when Mercedes was thinking of Sam as she sung…I was feeling so very lovey dovey…which believe it or not is so not conductive to me writing smut. Romance…yes. Smut…not so much. But SQUEE! She's finally admitted it to herself that Sam is the one her heart yearns for! SQUEE!

AN2. Vesta refers to Vesta Williams of Congratulations fame. RIP Vesta Williams.

I'll Be Waiting
Sam Point of View

I'm not very fond of being up at six am on a Monday morning. Neither is Mercy, Stevie or Tessa. Sarah and Puck have chosen to deal with their hatred of the early morning hours by not really getting up at all. In a little while, we'll pour them into the SUV and head to the school…but I doubt they will be cognizant of what's going on around them until eight or nine. And Stacey…Poor Stacey, I don't think she slept a wink last night. I haven't seen her this excited since the first day of school last year.

The parents got up to see us off, even though they weren't going to have to drive us this time. A fact they all seemed to be really, really happy about. Ms. Becah had stayed over last night with Sarah and Tessa, so that we'd all be together and not have to worry about stopping to pick anyone up on the way. The way the adults were fawning and gushing over Triple S, we teens were feeling a little left out. "Gee…I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling the love." Tessa teased.

Mercedes chuckled. "Leave those babies alone. You're just jealous cause they are getting all the attention."

"Well, yeah. I thought that was implied." Tessa admitted.

"Too early for wittiness." I chided them both. "God, Sue and Bieste can't stand each other…how? Why did they both decide that we had to get there so damn early? We ain't even going anywhere."

"Hell if I know." The girls agreed.

Finally the 'rents helped us get Sarah and Noah into Mercy's Tahoe, and let us get on the road. Thankfully Lima is still really quiet this time of day so we made it to the school with fifteen minutes to get unloaded and checked in. We were all a little ready for this to begin so it could be over. We'd had to limit ourselves to only making love three times last night in order to get some sleep. Which would not have been too bad…actually that's about average…but between camp, practices, and Mercy's cycle-we would be going without for two and a half weeks. I'm betting that by next Monday neither Puck nor Mercy will be fit to know. Hell, who am I kidding I probably won't be as pleasant to be around either. But I've gone longer than two weeks. Not recently, but I've done it. Yeah…I don't think I'm gonna make it.

We had to take our stuff to our 'bunks'. The guys are gonna bunk in the gym at night. While the girls are practicing in the gym in the mornings, they'll be sleeping in the empty classrooms of D hall, the one the farthest away from the A hall and the gymnasium at its end. The girls were lucky…they were the closest to the cafeteria.

Coach Sylvester had assigned the girls into rooms by groups. Stevie, Puck, and I had helped the girls carrying their stuff. I mean they each had a large back pack, a small one, their sleeping bags and then they had two queen air mattresses and their pumps. However when we got to the big doors of A hall, Coach Sylvester was sitting there looking like Sheriff Andy Griffith, with Becky as her Barney Fife, and she wouldn't let us go any further. "Kiss your girlies goodbye, Jailbird, Lady Lips and Ken doll Jr. No heterosexual male beyond those doors…not even the prepubescent ones."

I handed the bags I was carrying to the correct girl. Stacey got her little hot pink Barbie plastic tote bag containing her towel, bath stuff and shower shoes. She also took Sarah's Team Jacob tote that had all her toiletries and stuff. Sarah was doing good holding her backpack of clothes, and that's really only because we'd put it on her back for her. Stevie passed Stacey, her lavender sleeping bag that had been Mercy's when she went camping ONCE with her brothers in her younger days. Sarah's sleeping bag was black and white camo. Stevie wrapped her arms around it and she nuzzled it cutely. Thankfully she did manage to keep it. When my arms were empty, I pulled Mercy into them and covered her full lips with my own. She let out a sweet little hum from the back of her throat that slithered through me. We lost ourselves in the kiss, our tongues stroking and twisting around each other as Her soft little hands came up to wind around my neck. When they started into my hair, Tessa turned to Coach Sylvester. "Yeah, I'd stop them soon or send the under twelve crew far, far away."

"Hey Commune…break it up. I don't want you sullying my innocent eyes." Sue chocked out while smothering her laughter. "Besides, Jailbird's been waiting patiently for Vesta…a little too patiently. In fact, are Jailbird and bait even alive? I've seen corpses three days dead with more higher brain functions than those two."

With one last lick of Mercedes' pouty lower lip, I ended the kiss. "They'll be fine. Feed 'em, water 'em, point them in the right direction…then stand back and laugh as they walk into walls." I told the scary blonde cheerleading coach.

"Don't worry Coach." Stacey said perkily. "I'll take care of Sarah." Stacey took the hand of her dark haired older sister and led her down the hall towards the classrooms.

"Put your stuff in your room and meet up in the lunchroom, Kelly." Sue called after the girls, before turning to Tessa. "You can head down yourself. Help the rugrats find the right room. I put them in with Becky and me. I don't really want to be responsible for making sure they can find the potty in the middle of the night, but I'm fairly certain that they don't need to be exposed to the 'girl talk' of the average teenage girl."

Mercedes gave me a final peck on the lips and, holding on to my hand, moved us over into Puck's sleepy arms. Thank God Coach Sylvester had sent Stacey and Sarah on away. Unfortunately, Stevie wasn't so lucky. Because Puck's dreamy, sleepy mind has even less control over his libido than his waking one. Our three way kiss was way past hot and heading quickly to nuclear before Stevie finals spoke up. "NIVEA! I'm not supposed to see that kind of thing." He shouted loudly, rousing us completely from our lust haze.

"Damn Midget," Puck muttered drunkenly. "You don't have to be so loud. I was just trying to get me a little something to tide me over until-"

"Until what? You get back from the war." Stevie groaned. "Godlee. What are you trying to do kick me into puberty?"

"Sorry, Stevie." Mercedes said untangling herself from out embrace. "We'll behave."

"I know you will. It's him I'm worried about." Stevie groused pointing at Puck. Rather than answer verbally, Puck grabbed Stevie and gave him a noogie. You'd think with as slow as sleepy Puck moves Stevie could have avoided that one easily. "Stop…ugh, get off."

Mercy rescued him, pulling him from Puck's headlock and into a hug. Squatting she met him almost eye to eye. It's incredibly cute how every time she tries to get to his level, Stevie always ends up taller than her. "Now, you be good. Listen to Puck and Sam, and if they aren't around stick with Mike or Artie…DO NOT let Finn do anything you know is stupid. If somebody is mean to you or gives you the creeps, you let me or the boys know." She told him, he voice stressing her concern. "You'll see me and the other girls three times a day so you can tell us all the exciting things that happen and all the times Puck or Sam do something embarrassing.

Stevie's eyes lit up and his smile was so big you could see his molars. "I'll remember everything." He said excitedly, giving her a hug that almost bowled her over.

Another quick round of kisses and Mercy turned down the hallway, only to be stopped by Coach Sylvester. "Alright, you and Pippy are in with Q, Funbag, Tweedle-Dumb and Jazz-Hands. The rules are posted on the back of your door. Your room has a few special ones…no causing permanent physical damage to any of the other Cheerios, and if you break one you must find me a suitable replacement. Definition of suitable…Stuttering Asian is borderline…Big 'ums McGee is not even close. And I'd take Jazz-Hands almost butch boytoy before I allow Yentl anywhere near my squad."

"But Coach…you could fire her out of the human cannon. Ohh or we could put her at the top of the pyramid and then drop her…over and over and over again. Oh, you know what we could do? We could set up one of those spin toss lines, and toss her one too many times." Mercy said with a feral smile.

"You know Billie…I think you and I are gonna get along just fine." Sue said with a small laugh. "I'm making it your responsibility to make sure that your roommates make roll call every day at 5:45 in the gym. Bonus points if you get Jailbait and Kelly there on time too." When Mercy started to get indignant, Sue cut her off. "Just formalizing what would have happened anyway. Now when Latina Barbie asks you who put you in charge, you can look her dead in the cesspools of her soul and tell her Sue Sylvester did."

With a smug little nod and a smile thrown back at us, Mercy finally began to make her way down D hall. Stevie and I both paused in our attempt to get Puck mobile to watch Mercedes Jones fine sashay down the corridor. Our contemplations were interrupted by Coach Sylvester's mocking tone as it rang through the main hallway. "KenDoll, Mini-KenDoll, eyes off the Cheerio backside. Get Jailbird and get your butts on to A hall. You'd hate to keep the She-Bieste waiting." She said dismissively.

If I was even half as red as Stevie was…then I looked like a blonde tomato. However I will admit that Sue's rather humiliating pronouncement did serve to further rouse Puck, making it easier to get him headed to the gym. Coach Bieste was waiting at the head of A hall much like Coach Sylvester waited on the girls at the head of D. But where Sue with her blond hair, blue eyes and slim build was reminded one of Andy Griffith at the most Shannon Bieste looked like a Marine Sentinel. She stood there at parade rest, her eyes watchful and alert.

"Evans, Puckerman, Stevie." She said in greeting. "Stevie, you're with me, Davis and Evan in A-2. Go put away your stuff."

"Cool." Stevie said excitedly. He grabbed his transformer bags and air mattress and sprinted off.

"Thought we were going to all camp out in the gym like last year?" I said confusedly.

"Sylvester asked Figgins to make 'other arrangements'. Apparently she feels worried about the state of the gym in mornings." She replied with a caustic smile. "I think she was hoping to annoy me with her insinuations…but this just saves us from having to get up half an hour early every day to clear the gym."

"Works for me." I said as we shared an amused look. "So where are Puck and I?"

"There are six to a room, so I put you two in A-4 with Chang, Hudson, and Abrams. Oh and Harding's in with you five to keep him near his brother."

I nodded and headed out to put away our stuff. Thankfully Puck was ambulatory I'm guessing having to walk the length of the school helped. Fortunately his camp pack was an actual camp pack so we'd rolled up the air mattress and put it in the Sleeping bag holder. He was carrying his sleeping bag, black of course, and cuddling it almost like it was a teddy bear. One could clearly see his and Sarah's relationship. I led the way to the appropriate room, Mike, Artie and were already there.

Aidan Harding was an enigma. A jock's jock and yet I'm almost positive. I saw him reading a Justice League comic in Spanish one day. He could run the 400 meter in just over forty five seconds and I've never seen him drop a pass…but I know for a fact that he's the one wrecking the curve in Schuester's class. He's only a junior but almost every class he takes is either senior level or accelerated. I've never seen him even drinking a slushy, let alone throwing one; and according to Stevie, his little brother worships the ground he walks on. Before I get happy though, I need to figure out a) if he has a girlfriend, and b) if he likes redheads. Actually I guess first I should see if Tessa likes him.

But then again, what's the point of introducing them id he's already hooked up with someone or something. So after I stowed my crap with Puck's in the far corner of the room, I decided to strike up a convo. "So Aidan…since we're gonna be roommates this week…I guess I should get to know something about you other than the fact that you are a closet DC fan and you're killing the curve in Spanish?"

"Dude, DC, really…doesn't Batman's refusal to permanently deal with, at the very least, the supervillians just piss you off. I mean if the Joker had ever had to go up against Wolverine that would be the last smile that mofo would ever give." Artie piped up.

"But that's just it. Who gave Wolverine, or any of the X-Men, or the Punisher, or even the Huntress the right to decide who lives and who dies?" Aidan rebutted.

"I'm just gonna put this out there…Barbara Gordon should still be walking, and Jason Todd should have had the chance to reach adulthood. Who gave Bats the right to decide that he and his morals are more important than the lives of his charges…charges that he leads nightly into danger?" Mike said thought provokingly. "Besides, with the way Batman will beat the shit out of a person, does he really have that tall of a moral high ground…'No I won't kill you, but I will paralyze you for life'."

Aidan looked over at Finn, who had entered the room during Artie's diatribe, expecting the dark quarterback to weigh in with an opinion. "Oh, I stay out of this entire debate. I'm a Dark Horse guy…give me Hellboy or Buffy or Angel and Faith…and I'm happy."

Aidan gave me a 'what about you?' kind of a look. "Sorry Dude. I'm an equal opportunity fanboy. I read DC, Marvel, Dark Horse, and lately I've been reading this cool comic out of Atlanta called Urban Shogun." I gave it a thought, "I guess I primarily read Justice League and X-men equally. Plus I'm southern…so I can get behind the thought that some folks just need to die."

Mike gave me a knowing smile. Then turned to Aidan, "Yeah…that comic company out of Atlanta has almost exclusively black heroes…or more importantly Heroines, and his favorite Justice League and X-men books are currently Vixen and Storm."

"Hardy-har-har." I laughed falsely. "Yeah, don't act like you don't read X-men and drool over Jubilation Lee." I taunted back. "And Finn loves him some Faith…and Artie…it's been about a minute since I've seen you reading something other than Black Cat and Catwoman."

"What about Puck?" Aidan asked. "Who's his favorite?"

We all looked over at Puck, who'd fallen back to sleep on the floor clutching his sleeping bag as a pillow. The four of us glee ballers started laughing. Finally Finn caught his breath and answered. "Unless someone gave Buffy the Body, or Coco Austin a comiXXX book, he's not gonna read one."

"Yeah, Puck's a porn guy almost exclusively. He'd read an actual book before he read a comic." Artie summarized. "And what's wrong with liking Black Cat and Catwoman?"

I held up my hands in a universal sign of surrender. "I didn't say anything was wrong with it. I'm just saying don't clown me. Alright Aidan, who are your favorite secret geek girls?"

He looked thoughtful for a minute. "I don't know, I like Hawk Girl. Oh and Power Girl. Oracle rocks, I like Poison Ivy and Siryn. Those are my favorite girls…Favorite over all comic ever though is the Flash. Wally West, Flash though. He's funny and I would kill to be that fast."

"Aren't you?" Finn said feigning confusion. "On the field, you seem to be like thirty places at once."

We all shared a laugh, before we heard the Bieste's voice call down the hall. You have two minutes to get to breakfast. You have ninety two minutes to get your assed to the practice field. Anyone running late will be running laps. Hup! Hup! Hup!"

"Hey Aidan, why don't you and Evan sit with us. He can chill with Stevie, Sarah, and Stacey. And we can ride you mercilessly about your man crush on the Flash." I offered jokingly.

Puck came awake with a start. "We can't all ride Mercy…she's mine and Sam's. The rest of you have your own damn girls to ride." He said angrily.

"Man…Nobody said anything about riding Mercedes. Gets your sleepy ass up and come on. We've gotta eat." Artie laughed.

On the way out of A Hall, Coach Bieste handed us our schedules and the rules. "Six AM, six laps around the football field. Six thirty, showers, seven, breakfast, 8 o'clock...report to practice field. Ten, thirty minute bathroom and water break. Lunch at noon. One PM, report back to practice field. Five thirty showers, followed by dinner…seven to nine phone/free time and nine pm is beddie-bye time."

"Why do I get the feeling that we're all gonna be too damn tired to even think about trying to get some time with our girls?" I heard one of the other players ask grumpily.

Aidan just laughed. "Goodie for you."

"So Harding, are you like me?" Finn asked. "Is your girl not a Cheerio?"

With a shake of his head, Aidan answered maybe a little sadly. "Don't have a girlfriend. I tried dating a few of the Cheerios, and first thing they tried to do was convince me that I'm perfect –if I only let them change everything that makes me…me"

"Been there, done that." Finn and I said at the same time.

I shrugged. "You just need to find a girl who likes then things you like, or who will at least respect your right to like those things. Like, well, Mercedes...she and I like a lot of the same kind of things. Even if I'm more into sci-fi than she is she does like certain things…like she may hate Star Wars, but she loves her some Star Trek. And while I'm reading my comic books, she's reading Harry Potter fanfiction. If you are not a Harmony fan…dude just fake it. Please just fake it. She and Puck can play Halo and Call of Duty for hours, at the same time she can just chill on her laptop with me playing World of Warcraft. And the stuff she doesn't particularly care for…like Puck's porn or DC comics, or my Denzel impersonation…she doesn't try to force us to stop. She may try to change it a bit…I mean she keeps watching Denzel movies with me so my impression gets better, and she keeps trying to show Puck her kind of porn…sorry erotica…but she doesn't try to make us stop."

"Puck has gotten MERCEDES to watch porn?" Artie crows quietly.

"See ya'll think Mercy is a sweet little thing, but she has you all snowed." I laughed.

Puck chuckled as well. "Naw…Cedes and I don't like the same kind of thang." He said as he pushed Artie down the main hall. "She likes her porn to have 'some type of actual storyline' to it."

"Yeah…Puck likes those; 'Hi Pizza Delivery. Hi Naked Lady. Bwan chiga wan waw' movies. Even I need a little more 'plot' than that." I said and we all shared a laugh at Puck's expense. We laughed and joke until we entered the cafeteria and as one Puck and I shouted "Hell to the no! What the fuck is that wannabe rapist muthafucker doing here?"

Puck Point of View

Standing there in the damn line was that dirty asshole that had tried to press up on Cedes at Santana's end of year party. I looked around the room until I spotted Coach Bieste. She is the only one who could answer that question for us. But first I turned to Mike. "Could you keep an eye out? Don't let Cedes come in here without knowing about that fucker being here."

"Yeah, man. You and Sam go and find out what the hell he's even doing here." Mike said fiercely. He remembered the dickhead and was almost as protective of Sexy Mama as Sam and I simply because if something happened to her, Tina would lose it. Well and Mercedes Jones is beloved of all gleeks.

Sam and I stalked over to Coach Bieste. "What's that dillhole doing here? Shouldn't he be in jail?"

"Who? Tinsley?" Sje asked following out pointed fingers to the big ass in line.

Sam and I exchanged a look. "I thought his name was Williams." he said confused.

"That's what Officer Brannagan said." I replied.

"Who's Officer Brannagan?" Bieste asked beginning to get frustrated.

"He's the cop who arrested that asshole over there for sexual assault at the beginning of the summer." I ground out.

Bieste gave Sam and I a searching look. I could tell she'd already figured out the answer, but she asked her question anyway. "Who did he assault?" she asked cautiously.

Just as we opened our mouths to answer, our boo's sexy angry voice echoed through the cavernous room. "No. you know what…Hell no! In fact, hell to the fuck NO! Why is his big flicted ass not up under somebody's jail house? I will not calm down. I'm not scaring the kids. In fact keep them out here while I get rid of the ugly, wish he could rape a chick when I'm done with him, ass. Que…you go get breakfast for Triple S. Tessa, you and Kurt stay with my bubbalas. Satan…Brits, you two are with me." The entire room heard her order. She came striding into the cafeteria angry as hell. I don't know if she even saw us…but we saw her and damn what a sight. She was flanked by Santana and Brittany both of who looked mad enough to spit nails. "What's up Shawty?" she snarled nastily as she marched up to that big asshole. "Don't tell me you learned that 'no means fucking hell no' this quickly? I'd have picked you for a slow learner."

"I don't know why you're so mad…Shit I was just paying you a compliment." He returned arrogantly.

Santana Scoffed. "Please tell me that's gonna be your defense. Because I can guaran-damn-tee you that you'll end up sent up to where Bubba, T-Money and Jesus can 'compliment' you too."

"Compliments don't leave bruises." Brittany said her eyes stormy.

Sam and I stood back and just watched as those girls, the most beautiful of which belonged to us, handed that freak his ass. They all stood there looking pissed as hell, in their red and white. Cedes had chosen to rock a white tank top, that made me dream about her and a wet t-shirt contest, and red shorts; with her hair in two afro puffs. Brittany had gone for pigtails, and a stripped red and white tank top and white shorts, while Santana was in a red tank and shorty shorts. But neither Britt nor Santana could hold a candle to the fiery diva yelling her head off. Our girl looked so fucking hot. Even from back here I could see her eyes flashing and her skin damn near glowing. I heard Sam turn and explain the situation to Coach Bieste…but I couldn't pay attention to that Cedes was going hard on that idiot and his stupid neo-Hitler mustache.

"A compliment is 'hello miss, you're very pretty and you have an amazing voice'; a compliment is not 'hey Shawty, I'm gonna grind my nasty little dick all up on your ass while ogling you like you're a piece of fucking meat." She ranted.

Behemoth started getting embarrassed and angry. "Oh please, you sure didn't mind those white boys grinding all up on you and if they'd ogled you any harder their eyes would have literally been up your big fat ass."

I was halfway across the room when Bieste caught me. She held on until the red haze left my vision. I couldn't even turn to see who'd caught Sam. I just heard my girl's angry laugh. "Nigga please, I know you didn't just call anybody fat when your own ass is wide as all outside. How the hell did you even get in here? Did they have to take out the steel frame in the doors? As for my boyfriends, yeah they can get all up on this, yeah they can ogle this…They love the inner just as much if not more than the freakin' package. They are my boyfriends. Not some brand new jackass I just met and don't know from Adam. They certainly would never push up on some broad who didn't want them,"

"They wouldn't have to…unlike Big Nasty e'erybody wants them." Santana said with a cruel laugh. "Stupid fat fuck. My girl Beyoncé is way too sexy for anybody to call her a fat ass…well anybody but me. So keep her name out your mouth if you want to keep the ability to fucking speak." The Latina songstress started to reach up to her ponytail.

Brits caught her hand. "Not yet San. Not yet. Too many witnesses." Besides, he still has to sleep on the same hall with Puck, Sam, Mike, Artie and Finn…hell even Adams might not be too happy to hear that the troll over there tried to rape MercyCedes."

Just hearing that word again made me stop struggling against Bieste. I had to know, "How can he even be here?"

"I'm assuming that he made bail and the school cannot keep him out or disallow him from participating in extracurricular activities until he has been convicted of a felony. You should know that better than anybody else." She chided.

I gave her an embarrassed glare. "Yeah-but…I wasn't a freakin' wannabe rapist. He said that it didn't matter to him if she said no." I ground out angrily.

"Calm down Puckerman. I'll look into it. But fighting him physically isn't the answer." She said only semi calm herself. "If you go over there and jump on him, you'll get in trouble. We coaches can ignore a lot of the school rules at camps like this, but not all. And we both know that it won't be just you jumping him. Harding is basically sitting on Evans, Evan has Stevie by the back of his shirt…Hudson, Chang and even Abrams are just waiting on a signal from either you or Sam and if Altman wasn't doing such a good job keeping Hummel distracted distracting the girls, I'm almost positive that he would beat you to the gorilla. Look at your girl. Really look at her. See what she and Lopez and Pierce are doing? They're getting the word out. By tomorrow he won't be able to get a date in the entire tri-county area,"

Sure enough every Cheerio and most of the Titans had their phones out and were texting madly. Some of them even seemed to be taking and sending pictures. My attention is drawn back to Big Nasty when he decides to down my woman again. "I must have been drunk off my ass to ever have thought you were fine." The troll said arrogantly.

That assertion was met by derisive laughter from numerous people; the least of which came from Hot Mama herself. "Man please. If you think that shit was gonna hurt my feelings, you've lost what passes for your mind. To paraphrase the Old Spice Man…Look at them, now look at you. Look at them…now look at you. Now them…Now you. Those two fine ass, sexy, well endowed, romantic, caring, strong men love me…they want me twenty-four, seven and all the time. Why would I give a damn of your ugly ass doesn't think I'm fine? Who do I look like Boo Boo the fool?"

Having gotten the kids settled at two pushed together tables, Quinn came up and joined the girls in their social destruction of Shane…whatever his name is. "Mercedes is one of the most beautiful people God ever put on this earth, if you can't see that, then your own ugliness is getting in the way. I can tell you honestly that I have seen every dude on this team check her out when she's walking down the hall. I've seen Azimio go to the Seven Eleven up the street just to get a slushie to throw on her on a day she was wearing a white tee shirt. I've seen her cause sex riots. Hell I'm woman enough to admit that when she was dressed up in her costume for Rocky Horror…I wanted her my-damn-self for a hot minute. So you can sell your bullshit to another audience, cause we aren't buying." She said in that damn Queen Quinn tone. "And by the way idiot…you pretty much just admitted to a room full of witnesses, including two teacher and seven other adults, that you did, in fact sexually assault Miss Jones. You might want to change your plea…with all the eyewitnesses and the witnesses to your confession; you'd do some real time if it goes to trial." With a flip of her ponytail Quinn marched back over to Triple S and Tessa.

You know if he was just a regular asshole…I'd probably feel bad for him. But since he was the asshole who had tried to hurt MY Woman…yeah no sympathy here.

In fact I didn't feel any sympathy for him when Coach decided that he needs to do twelve laps every morning in the allotted thirty minutes instead of six. I didn't feel any sympathy for him when we made sure that there wasn't any hot water left by the time he came in from doing his laps. I didn't feel any sympathy for him when Artie ran out everything but the nasty ass orange Gatorade every single break before 'Tinsley' got to the front of the line. Of course, the rest of the team may not feel like Mercedes the way Sam and I or even the rest of the glee ballers do, but they do remember that if not for the glee girls, including Mercedes, last year we'd have had to forfeit a playoff game. So they have no problem making sure that the big dickhead is always the last in line. I didn't even feel any sympathy when every single breakfast, lunch and dinner Coach Sylvester made a huge production of making sure that 'Tinsley' sat alone at a table at least a hundred feet from each and every single Cheerio. I didn't feel any sympathy when the Bieste decided that he had to do three full circuits of the stadium, up and down each and every set of stairs, for being three seconds late getting back from bathroom break on Thursday. Or hell, any of the very exhausting things she made him do whenever he showed up late…which seemed to be after every break or meal. Sure as hell didn't feel any when he accidentally tripped over a trip wire somebody had set up going into the shower. He didn't break anything…and he only has a mild concussion.

Mercedes Point of View

You know I really can't stand most of these bitches…but I will see that Sue Sylvester wins back her national title if I have to personally beat each and every one of them with a brick until they learn the routines. After the incident in the cafeteria that first morning, she'd gone so far past anything I ever thought she would voluntarily do for me…I will actually probably thank her when I win my first Grammy. She found me and got the whole story out of me…then she went on the offensive. She had the B squad playing hold up they managed to make Shane Tinsley late to everything they could. One of them somehow managed to talk her boyfriend into setting up a trip wire going into the showers. All of this on Sue Sylvester's command.

Of course there were times when I hated her with a fierce and fiery passion. Like when she made us do an extra half hour of pilates because one girl missed her pose in the first routine. Or when she literally forced, and I do mean forced Kurt and I to learn a complicated dance routine in two hours. And I definitely hated her when she wouldn't just take my word for it when I told her that while I could sing and I could do a back handspring, I could not, in fact, do them at the same time. But still camp was a ball. She picked one song from each of the list Kurt and I had presented to her and we worked on one routine after breakfast, and a different one after lunch. There were calisthenics every morning in the gym at six. There was pilates every evening in the gym at seven. We had an hour of free time at eight, and then bed time was at nine. I talked to Puck and Sam every night before bed, but believe it or not we were all so tired we didn't even try to have our planned phone sex. A fact that made me even more cranky because on Tuesday, 'Aunt Flo' came in like the bitch she was. I was horny, and hurting and thank god that I had all those annoyingly perky Cheerios to take it out on. By the time we were released Friday night, all I wanted was to wrap up in my men and forget that I had to be back here at seven am Monday morning for more practice. Let alone that our parents had put all three of us in evening SAT prep classes next week.

Stacey and Sarah somehow became part of the routine. They didn't so much, just a series of back handsprings across the stage, in place of me and Kurt, who couldn't flip and sing at the same time either. They had to be fitted for miniature uniforms, and get the correct shoes and socks. So since we had to hit the mall that Saturday, it was decided that we'd just go ahead and get school clothes. Somehow Finn and Kurt along with Papa Burt and Ms. Carole ended up coming along. So I shopped with Tessa and Kurt, while the Moms including Ms. Carole handled Triple S. My guys shopped with the dads and Finn. Maybe it was because Flo was still lingering a bit, but I have never been so glad to leave a mall in my life.

But I had the perfect outfit for the first day of Senior Year.

That's it the end of the Summer for our intrepid Trio! Now Review and give me a good name for the next installment...Because Fluency is not working for me.

Besides the more Reviews I get the faster I write...the faster I write...the faster I write...the faster I type...the faster I type, the quicker I post...then of course the cycle begins anew.

TTFN

Anni