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Big Girls Can Be Sexy Too!	By : Illiandyandra Category: G through L > Glee Views: 8942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Big Girls Can be Sexy Too!
NC-17
Illiandyandra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Pairings:Puck/Mercedes, Finn/Quinn, Tina/Mike
Disclaimer:GLEE, and all the characters associated there with belong to Ryan Murphy and his clique, Fox, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.
Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes; however you want to say it. If you do not like that then keep on looking.
Distribution:Anyone who wants it. Just let me know and give credit where it is due.
Feedback:I, like most authors, enjoy positive reviews. Constructive Criticism is also appreciated.
Spoilers:Primarily the Second Season
Summary:The students of McKinley High learn something new. (Mercedes/Puck)
Bashing Warning:This story will probably contain character bashing.
Author Note: Homage and all agreements with Isis Aurora Tomoe, Never Piss off Mercedes was a complete inspiration…as you can tell from the title.
BTW: I was Mercedes in high school…maybe that’s why I like her so very much.

Chapter 1
~A Change’s Gonna Come~

Mercedes Jones was many things; an exceptional songstress, a great dresser, a loyal friend, and a patient enemy. What she wasn’t, was a skinny chick; and she had absolutely no desire to be a size two either. No Mercedes Jones was a big girl. However after the doctor’s appointment she’d had two months ago, she was making better food choices. So here she was almost ready to go back to McKinley High---as a size 14.

Funnily enough, though Mercedes had tried desperately and unsuccessfully for years to lose weight for vanity reasons; she’d found it fairly easy to lose the fifty pounds Doctor Stelling had determined she needed to lose for health reasons. Just like jail scares thugs straight, the thought of blood pressure pills, and no more sweets or, GULP, Tots, had scared Mercedes into eating right. With a better diet, and all the dancing she constantly did, the pounds had melted off.

While gratified, and quite happy with her weight loss, Mercedes was truly unhappy with her, purported best friend, Kurt, had once more ditched her for his boytoy Blaine. In fact she hadn’t seen Kurt since before her life changing doctor’s appointment. To be honest, beyond talking on the cell with Tina, at camp, and texting, Mercedes hadn’t really seen any of her fellow New Direction members. For the most part she was rather grateful for that. She and Kurt were supposed to get together today, to go school clothes shopping. If she weren’t at the mall, waiting for fifteen minutes, when Kurt finally texted her; she’d have probably let it go. But really, she could deal with lots in the name of friendship but this inconsiderate BS was just too much.

“Look, doll face, take Blaine out of your mouth and get your butt to the goddamn shops. I’ve been waiting for a quarter hour already. Yes, I’m already here, and it’s only a week and a half until school starts.” She hissed into the phone at her friend. “Bring Blaine with you, I like him alright-and besides he likes fashion about as much as you do.”

Hilariously enough that was actually true. Blaine was leaps and bounds more butch than Kurt; not that that was saying much; but he was still a fashionista. Finally 97 minutes after they were supposed to meet, Kurt finally appeared with Blaine in tow. The look on the duo’s faces was worth every chip she’d not been able to eat in the last two months.

“OMG ‘Cedes, where is the rest of you?” Kurt exclaimed.

“Gone the way of the dinosaurs. I’ve been working on eating healthier.” She responded shyly.

“Why? You were perfect the way you were.” Kurt said loyally.

“Yeah, well. Despite the fact that the entire student population of McKinley High would have disagreed with you…my doctor was rather adamant that I drop forty-five to fifty pounds, or he was going to put me on Blood pressure meds and take away my sweets and tots. So I lost the weight he required.” She answered bluntly. “Now you see though why I couldn’t let you blow me off. Great fashion sense I may have…but I’m working on a whole new wardrobe…from the skin out. I cannot do this by myself.”

“I see your point. Plus with the decreased tummy…” Kurt started; he paused unsure how to say what he was thinking.

“Exactly! it was hard enough to show myself well, without sinking into the slut bomb territory chest wise, when my stomach was providing camouflage…Now it’d gone and so are the back and side rolls. I have a great shape…but I refuse to be one of those girls who lose weight and their damn minds. “

Kurt and Blaine both laughed. They understood exactly what she meant. Usually when a female lost as many inches as Mercedes had, they either keep to the same clothing size and/or style—hiding in the familiar. Or they went the opposite direction all tight and clingy and cut down to there.

So Mercedes, Kurt and Blaine got to work. They worked in order, lingerie and foundations first, then onto clothes, and finishing with shoes and accessories. Mercedes was actually enjoying every minute of it. She’d determined that while vanity and fashion were the WRONG reasons to lose weight, they could definitely be counted as the benefits. No more granny panties or plain jane bras. No from now on Mercedes Jones was rocking Vicky’s Secrets and Le Perla for here on out. She did keep to her signature scent…happily. She’d read somewhere that drastic changes in weight could affect body chemistry, which would alter which perfumes smelled best on you. Thankfully Heat Gold still worked PERFECTLY for her…after all Beyonc� was her girl.

***Mountains of Things***

The afternoon wasn’t simply a retail success. Kurt actually realized that he needed to integrate his relationships better; even going so far as to apologize for his comments during the Tots incident. When he explained to Blaine what had transpired…Blaine told Kurt that not only was he wrong but also pretty hypocritical.

“You realize that you allowed the misconception that you and she were more than platonic friends until you were comfortable…then you relied on the same level of interaction for a very long time…and then when she needed to take comfort in the relationship you two had you weren’t very supportive.” The dark Warbler chided.

Mercedes didn’t even smirk at Kurt, though inside she felt a bit vindicated. Instead she looped her arm through one of his and laughed. “Love ya anyway…Diva.” She turned to Blaine with a smile and said “I knew there was a reason my boy liked you.”

“Don’t worry from now on I will try to help him Juggle best friend and boy friend better. After all every flamboyant boi needs a female best friend to teach him all those little things to watch out for when interacting with straight guys…they can be so confusing.” Blaine drawled. “Besides it is ever gay man’s dream to have a sassy, sexy black female friend.

They all laughed. The day ended on a high note. Mercedes decided to opt for a full function weave. It was expensive, but it would allow her the fullest styling options. She also got her nails done. Then she and Tina met up and visited the spa a few towns over and dared each other to get EVERYTHING waxed. The Asian girl’s reaction was just as humorous as Kurt and Blaine’s had been.

After getting plucked, pampered and waxed; neither girl had punked out of the complete waxing; they headed back to the Jones home where they came up with the greatest idea ever. “We should do a social experiment.” Tina breathed.

“I walk in Monday and see how many people I can completely fake out.” Mercedes said with a sly smile. “See who actually recognizes me. I bet that the guys will all be so totally clueless. They’ll all try to push up on the ‘new’ girl.”
“I’m willing to bet you money that Artie will know right off. But other than Artie, no one---well maybe Rachel---will recognize you.” Tina countered.

“Alright, bet…loser has to – uh—loser has to slushie Azimio.” Mercedes said. She busted into laughter at the look on Tina’s face. “Ok $20 bucks.” She relented. “Oh and Brittany is a by. She is special…it’s just wrong to pick on her.”

Tina refrained from adding that Brittany was short bus special…since she too felt it wrong to pick on the very happy girl. “So what are you going to wear?” She asked as they shook on the bet.

The two girls spent the rest of the afternoon gossiping and talking about the approaching school year.

***Free Your Mind***

The first day of school dawned bright and early. Mercedes Jones woke quickly, not snoozing her clock even once. She quickly turned on her hot rollers and as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. Once the rollers were hot enough, she put them into her hair, turning the very straight hair into thick voluminous waves. While waiting she did her makeup, concentrating on slightly smoky eye and glossy lips. She eyed herself critically. She noted that with her cheeks so much thinner, her cheekbones no longer needed the highlighting of blush. Her lips had, of course, retained their normal shape, but no they seemed bigger, fuller. Casting aside the remaining articles of makeup, she put in some silver hoop earrings and two thin silver chains. One had no pendant, while the longer of the two had a large black and silver shooting star.

She stood for a moment in her black lace angel bra and matching thong…reaching an internal decision she turned to the clothes she had laid out the night before. She put on a silvery tank top. The top had a built in bra, giving her some added support. She pulled midnight black leggings up over thick thighs. She pulled on a slim cut long sleeved thigh length silky black top. She added a pair of gladiator sandals with 4 inch heels. She capped everything off with a handful of silver bangles, and her silver watch.

Looking in the full length mirror she’d avoided for years, Mercedes wondered if she wasn’t cheating the experiment a bit. This outfit wasn’t very ‘Cedes…that would make it ever harder for people to recognize her. She looked through her closet, and found the black and silver belt she’d been wearing when she’d busted Kurt’s windshield. She gave the mirror and ironic smile as she considered how far they’d come since then. She noted that the belt some not only added to the ‘Cedes-ness of the outfit…but it made her thinner waist seem even slimmer. ~Yeah half servings of tots or not this healthy eating thing rocked.~ She thought to herself.

She walked into school with her usual confident air. She entered her home room for the year and heard people around her wondering who she was and where she’d moved from. When the teacher called her name and she responded, the looks on her classmate’s faces were priceless. She floated through the usual mundane homeroom tasks like locker assignments and updating information sheets. First period was much the same. In fact Mercedes made it until lunchtime without being recognized. Granted it was partially because Tina was staying away so as to maintain the integrity of the ‘social experiment’.

As Mercedes entered the cafeteria line, she was surprised to feel a familiar arm being slung over her shoulder. “Hey hot Mama…guess you’ll want me to call you li’l mama now? You’re looking fine Beyoncé.” Puck said in his usual irreverent fashion.

“Did you have a good summer…wait a second. You recognized me. How did you recognize me…nobody has recognized me.” She asked the bad boy of the New Directions.

“Mama, you might have lost some weight…but you’ve still got the sexiest mouth at McKinley High. The prettiest DSLs and now the sweetest bod too. Damn Beyoncé, you looked good before- but now your body’s bangin’.” Puck said, as blunt as ever. “Why who HASN”T recognized you?”

“Man, I’ve had classes with both Finn and Sam…not to mention Karofsky and Azimio. Not one of them has shown the slightest bit of recognition, and I haven’t gotten slushied either.” She responded.

They made their way through the line. Puck pulled her to a table he’d claimed with Santana and Quinn. Mercedes sat, a bit uncomfortably, sharing a look with Puck. She could tell the exact minute that Quinn realized who she was. But she nearly fell out of her chair laughing when Santana began to introduce herself. Once Mercedes got her laughter under control, she teased Santana…”I know who you are J-ho.”

“My God, Wheezy. When did you get hot?” Santana exclaimed.

“Baby, I’ve always been hot. It’s just that now the rest of the world is catching up with what I’ve always known.” Mercedes rejoined.

Santana gave her a look acknowledging her appreciation of that statement. The Latin former Cheerio had always at least respected the black girl’s confidence in the face of everyone demanding her conformity. The rest of lunch went swimmingly. The other three all agreed to keep quiet for the sake of the ‘social experiment’ Mercedes was conducting with Tina.

“We’ll keep your secret…but I’m texting all the New Directions…we’ll have an impromptu meeting in the music room after school. I have to see how this all plays out.” Quinn told Mercedes as the left to head to their afternoon classes.

***Closer Than I’ve Ever Been***

Amazingly enough Mercedes made it through the entire day with only the two identifications. And that was despite the fact that Puck joined her in the halls several times between classes. His running commentary on the stupidity of their classmates was made even funnier by the source. Said class mates simply assumed that Noah Puckerman was, in true Puck fashion, simply pushing up on the new girl

Finally it was time for the called New Directions meeting. Mercedes entered the music room to hear Rachel already tormenting Mr. Schue about song selection and her own-supposedly- out stripping talent. Rachel, upon hearing someone had entered the room turned to Mercedes and perkily said, “I’m sorry, today’s meeting is just for current Glee club members. We will be organizing auditions for new members sometime next week.”

Mercedes looked at Mr. Schuester; who was looking at Rachel like she had spouted a second head. “Welcome back Mercedes, did you have a good summer?” she simply nodded. “Do you know why Santana and Quinn were so determined that we meet today?” He said crossing the room and giving the songstress a swift hug. “You look great.” Pulling back he asked concerned, “Did you do this the right way, and for the right reasons?”

“Yes, Mr. Schue. My Doctor felt it best that I lose it, so I buckled down and got healthy. But this is as small as I get. I want to be healthy…not anorexic.” She returned a bit touched by his concern.

Rachel had been dumbstruck during this entire interchange. Finally her brain rebooted. But before she could say a word, Brittany walked in rolling Artie in front of her. Both said hello to Rachel and Mercedes before asking everyone how their summers had gone.

Mercedes told them that her summer had been quite boring, while giving the brunette belter a look that said without words that Rachel was dumber than Brittany. Quinn and Santana strolled in and sat down acknowledging Mercedes with their usual “Hi Aretha” and “Sup Wheezy” before cutting their eyes at a gaping Rachel and greeting Mr. Schue.

Mr. Schuester was ineffectually trying to hide his laughter. But the more flabbergasted Rachel became, the harder his laughter became to hide. He knew that Quinn, Santana and Brittany had gotten a bit closer to Mercedes after they’d resigned from the Cheerios, but the truth was that Rachel had known New Directions’ R&B diva much longer. So the fact that they apparently recognized her when the tiny brunette had not was interesting to say the least.

Sam and Finn came in next and much like Rachel they didn’t recognize the black girl either. However in their defense they were in a heated discussion about football and plans for the team for the year. They barely acknowledged anyone’s presence. Lauren walked in with Puck. The female wrestler and the bad ass had remained friends, though they knew it would never go beyond that. Puck just wasn’t Lauren’s type. Lauren was waiting to make sure they found a twelfth man before she left them…she might hate show choir…but she wasn’t a deserter. Lauren knuckle bumped Mercedes as she passed her.

“Damn Shame…heard Dr. Stelling’s giving you crap too. He hasn’t put his foot down with me yet…think he likes betting on my meets too much.” She said as she took her seat.

Mike and Tina were the last two members to show up. “So who knew and who didn’t?” Tina asked excitedly.

Mercedes, Puck, Quinn, and Santana all started laughing. “Well Mr. Schue, and Brittany were both bys, and both knew me immediately. Otherwise the only male to get it was Puck. But then again Santana introduced herself to me and if it weren’t for Mr. Schue…Rachel still wouldn’t know who the hell I was. Sam and Finn have each had two chances and neither knew I was me. So clueless. Of course you said Artie would know. Lauren knew me too…though Puck might have told her. So Puck’s my defeat, while you have both Rachel and Santana…So you owe me $20.”

“Wait a minute. You two bet on who would recognize Mercedes now… I mean, you basically bet on the intelligence or lack thereof of your fellow choir members. That’s a bit crass. I mean, really!” Rachel sputtered.

“Of Course you feel that way Berry…you came up stupid.” Puck taunted a bit viciously. Rachel was alright and he’d fight anybody who slushied her now…but sometime his fellow Jew got on his last natural nerve with her need for attention and abrasive personality.

“Well how did you recognize her?” Rachel retorted dumbly.

“You really want to know?” Puck taunted. “Look at her. Check out her lips. There isn’t another mouth like that in this school. Her ti---I mean boobs haven’t changed much either…she got rid of her tummy but that just made the tatas better. And her ass. Same sexy shape…just smaller.” Puck said analytically.

The entire room was silent for a very long stretch.

“Didn’t realize you paid that much attention to Wheezy, Puck?” Santana said; her voice, once she found it, strained.

“What…Lil mama’s a girl isn’t she. Only one in the school with naturals above a C. plus those lips would look real good wrapped ‘round my---“

“PUCK! You cannot say that at school.” Mr. Schue cut in.

“Sorry, Mr. Schue. --- I’m just saying. Trips me out that none of the other guys figured it out.” He said unapologetically. “Sides she still smells good enough to eat, Beyoncé only smells that good on our Beyoncé.”

“You really are a simple soul aren’t you, Noah Puckerman?” Rachel said the condescension clear in her tone.

“Well he maybe…but you will notice that he, Brittany and Artie all see Mercedes for who she truly is; a caring, talented, and beautiful young woman. Perhaps the rest of you might benefit from their example.” Mr. Schue lectured.

Quinn looked outraged. “Hey I knew who she was too…don’t lump me in with the feebs.”

“Hey! So not a Feeb here, Q. But in my defense---and I suppose that of many of the males at this school…not that I am male…I’m the hotness. But it’s easy enough to get distracted by her rack. It was big before – but now it’s enormous without her belly. Then there are those thick tight thighs…I didn’t even see her face and I’m a girl.” Santana retorted.

Sam and Finn just shrugged. “Sorry Mercedes,” they said and returned to their interrupted conversation.

While Brittany was all smiles, “You mean I knew something before Rachel and Santana…Go me! Go Me!” she said doing a dance that set everyone else smiling.

***Bringing Sexy Back***

The meeting broke up shortly after that, and by the time she got home Kurt had texted her repeatedly wanting the details. Weighing the expected length of the conversation, she decided to get her small amount of homework out of the way. Then she called him back.

“So how did the ‘social experiment’ go?” Kurt asked exasperatedly, he’d been wondering all day how Mercedes’ first day of school had gone.

Mercedes ran down her day as the ‘new’ girl. Starting with her outfit, of course, and including the unexpected recognition by Puck. “I don’t get it. I’m still a big girl…so why is everyone making such a big deal…it’s not like I’m all stickly now.” She said a bit dazed.

“Diva, you know I love you- no matter your size- but you went form first CD Kelly Price to a black singing Dita Von Teese. You look like one of those old glam pinups. Marilyn Monroe or Betty Page. Plus your confidence seems realer somehow…like it was gossamer or ephemeral before…now it’s real and concrete.” Kurt said honestly.

“Well, at least I might be able to score boytoy of my own now.” She said with a chuckle. The two best friends talked until almost bedtime.
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