It's Called Being Sassy

Operation: Save Mercy

"And so the guy goes "Puckerman, you are the worst golf player I've ever seen but damned if you don't got no moves!"."

Puck and Mercedes laugh.

"How do you get in these situations, Puck? Do you ever think with the head on your shoulders?" She smirks.

"I thought to take you out." Puck takes a sip of water.

"This is not a date." Mercedes arches an eyebrow. "We tried that, remember?"

"Yeah but that was two years ago. With everything with Beth and Q then Beth and Shelby and things with Satan and my need to be popular and feared..., I treated you like a badass jacket that I could wear. It wasn't right. And I'm sorry."

"I used you, too Puck. I wanted someone to pay attention to me. After liking Kurt then finding out about him being gay, I felt so alone. I just wanted to be wanted." Mercedes took a bite out of a breadstick.

"I did. And I still do. You're smoking hot, Mama!" Puck reaches for her hand.

Mercedes moves it. "That would be nice... except I don't believe you." She stops him from speaking. "And I love Sam."

"But I have the guns!" Puck flexes his arms. "Ladies love the guns!"

She laughs again. "Puck, stop."

"Okay. Evans is your choice but if you ever decide to go for a man with color..."

Mercedes throws her head back and laughs.

"Or if he ever hurts you, just text me. I'll save you."

"Thank you. And I promise if anything happens between Sam and me, I'll run straight to you." She smiles. Never thought I'd be having this conversation with Puck!

He twirls pasta onto his fork. "So how are things with you and Sam? You didn't look too hot in Glee club."

"I don't know. I told him I needed space but then I realized I only wanted him so I sung that song for him." Mercedes pauses for a sip of iced tea.

"Which rocked by the way. I don't know who the chick is who sings it but you knocked it out the park."

"Thank you!" She smiles. "I texted him to see if he understood and he completely blew me off! Now I might be apologizing but this diva don't beg!"

"Look Mama, guys are weird. We're easy to get but not so easy to get. Get it?"

"Uh... no." She puts her fork down. "That makes no sense!"

"See he's playing cool. Making you come to him. He's spent all this time chasing you down just to have you freeze up on him. So now he's waiting for you to show him you want him." Puck chews with certainty.

"I guess that makes sense. So I just gotta keep showing him how much I care? I can do that." She nods and takes another breadstick from the basket in the center of the basket.

Glasses and silverware tinkling softly and the low hum of conversation around them are the only sounds as the pair enjoy each other's company.

"This is pretty cool." Puck announces suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"This. I don't think I've ever eaten with a chick that I wasn't about to bang later. Except for Moms and the Runt."

Mercedes raises an eyebrow. "That's gross."