The Way We Were

The Way We Sleepover

"Come over." Mercedes begged.

"Why would I want to hang out with you and your friends? I don't even hang out with my friends. Jackie's still mad I didn't see her over break." Marcy refused.

"Please?! This is your house, too."

"I know that."

"I haven't seen you since you moved into the Changs."

"I'm around the corner!"

"It's a big corner!"

"Mercy, why do you want me at your sleepover?"

"Because I love you and I miss you."

"That's pure and unadulated bull."

"No, it's not! I want to see you! I'll call Daddy and make him make you come!"

"I don't think it works that way, Sis."

"Please, just come! It's only Britt and Tana. You like them!"

"Oh? Saucy Santana is gonna be there? Count me in!"

Mercedes looked at the phone in disbelief. "You want to come so you can mess with Santana but you don't want to see me?!"

"That is correct." Marcy hung up.

Mercedes was in shock. "No, she didn't!"

W.W.W.

Quinn and Marcy watched Mercedes flit around her room making sure everything was ready. She had snacks set out, permission to have soda and the pizza was on its way.

She was adjusting her shades to get the last of the waning sunlight and messing with the curtains.

"I doubt they care about that, Mercy." Marcy said gently.

"Are you sure?" Mercedes closed the blinds and curtains.

"Very." Quinn agreed. "Come sit down before you wear a hole in the carpet."

Mercedes went to the bed and sat down. "This is my first time throwing a high school sleepover."

"Mine too but I'm not freaking out."

"You're just floating on cloud nine because that Finn kid bought you a Christmas present." Marcy tossed her head.

Quinn blushed. "I am not!"

Mercedes giggled. "So you're not happy he thought to give you something?"

Quinn hid her face. "Leave me alone!"

"What movie did you put in?" Marcy asked Mercedes.

"Shrek 2." The brown eyed girl poked Quinn.

Quinn swatted her. "Why?"

"It's funny and has music."

"You and music!" Marcy rolled her eyes as she poked Quinn.

Quinn swatted her, too. "You know she's going to be bigger than Grandmom."

"Here's hoping!" Mercedes crossed her fingers and poked Quinn again.

Quinn laughed as she swatted her. "Stop poking me!"

"It amuses me." Marcy poked her.

Quinn hit her hand. "Find another way to amuse yourself."

Marcy pulled her hair.

"Ow! I meant leave me alone!"

The doorbell rang as Mercedes laughed. "You knew she was going to do something."

"I didn't know it was going to hurt!"

"That didn't hurt." Marcy rolled her eyes.

"Did so!"

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

Mercedes left them to their bickering and went to go downstairs. She opened the front door to see a man in a red coat, shivering. "Oh! Come in! Come in!"

"Thanks." His voice was muffled as he stepped inside.

"Let me get the money." She went to get the cash and came back. "It's really cold out there, isn't it?"

"Blizzard weather." His teeth chattered as he rattled off the total price.

She gave him the money. "Keep the change."

"Thanks." He smiled at her and handed over the two pizza boxes.

She set them in the dining room then let him out before taking the pizzas upstairs. The doorbell rang as soon as she set the boxes on her coffee table.

"I'll get it." Quinn rolled out of the bed and went downstairs.

Mercedes climbed onto her bed and adjusted her pajamas. They were a purple flannel. "How are my babies?"

Marcy raised a brow. "My children are fine."

"My babies!" Mercedes giggled.

"Mine." Marcy smirked.

"Are they doing alright over there?"

"What you mean is do they realize you're not there."

Mercedes pursed her lips. She wished her sister could be a little less perceptive. "Yes."

"I don't think so. They still sleep through the night."

Mercedes pouted as a trio entered the room. "No fair."

"This is your room?!" Brittany twirled around.

"You're definitely a princess." Santana agreed.

Mercedes waved that away. "Did you get here okay?"

"Yeah. Turns out I live a couple streets over." Santana threw her bag on the floor.

"Well let's get this sleepover started. We have food." Mercedes sang.

Santana's eyes lit up.

W.W.W.

Brittany flipped through a magazine. "Should I take this test?"

The other girls looked at the page. "Is he just not into you?"

"Oh, Britt." Mercedes pouted for her. "That's not true."

"He didn't ask me to the dance." The blonde's eyes filled.

"Matt didn't ask me either." Santana groused.

"That's because you're going about it the wrong way." Marcy flipped through a magazine.

"Oh really?" Santana turned to face her. "And what do you know about it, Patti?"

"Mikey's my brother. I know him." She duhed. "Matt seems very much like him. You can't trap these two like with Puck and Finn. They're smart but honest. Any attempt to play games is going to be ignored, which results in you being ignored."

"Then what do we do?" Brittany asked.

"Ask them out. Just tell Mikey you think he's cute and if he'd like to go to the movies with you. Guarantee he says yes."

"Really? It's that easy?"

"That easy."

"What about Matt?" Santana crossed her arms. "I have to beg for a date, too?"

"No. Tell him you're going out. He seems like the type to like a strong willed woman and you're not playing games."

Santana leaned against a post. "I guess I can do that. But if he says no,-"

"He's not going to say no. You're not going to stick around for an answer."

"And how will I know where to go or what we'll see?"

"He's definitely going to track you down."

"Alright." Santana grumbled.

"That means we should get on our beauty care so they'll most assuredly want to do this." Mercedes slid off the bed. "Makeovers!"