The Way We Were

The Way We Cena Fiesta

Mal raised a brow. "So Rachel one on one?"

"Don't be like that." Marcy sang.

"She's the same one that sent that Filipino girl to a crackhouse."

"I know."

"And repeatedly tried to steal not only Finn away from Quinn but Puck away from Mercy."

"I know."

"She ruined your chances at Nationals last year."

"I know."

"She's extremely trying."

"I know."

"You don't like her."

"She's become tolerable."

"Quinn will have a heart-attack when she finds out."

Marcy looked up from decorating the cake. "I know."

He grinned. "Can I tell her?"

She laughed. "Manny, can you get me more raspberries?"

Manny's lips twitched as he rinsed off more fresh raspberries. "Who is this person?"

"Rachel is a mess but she's been trying to be human for a few months now. She was here for the party in February. She was quiet. Mostly because she doesn't understand football and we wouldn't explain."

"That's rude."

"Ain't I though?" She took the berries from him and placed them on the cake strategically.

Mal snickered. "That's my baby."

"Artman has been having a rough go of it lately so I thought I'd show him that I support his new-ish ship and invite them over for a dinner party. Can't I be a good friend?"

He stole a raspberry. "You are a good friend. What's going on with Artie? I thought he was doing well with all the girls throwing themselves on him and all?"

"Rou is trying to get beat down."

"By Rachel?" He was scared for the Jewish songstress if it came to blows with his vicious cousin.

"By Tana and Britt." Marcy danced a bit.

"They're still- doing whatever it is they're doing? What are they doing?"

"Bein triflin!" She sassed.

Manny burst out laughing.

Mal's lips twitched. "Seriously. I don't get what they're doing."

"Do you think I was kidding?" She gave him a look. "They triflin. They don't want him but they don't want nobody else to have him."

"That's not fair."

"I can't wait for them to graduate so they can leave my mans alone. He needs a nice, normal bitch."

"Marcy!"

"Anna's waited all this time. Maybe when he and Rachel break up, she can get her turn?"

He looked at her flatly for ignoring his rebuke. "Wait. Anna likes Artie?"

"A's been head over heels for Wheelie Joe for years."

He whistled lowly.

"Bruh's got swagger. Hell, I want him every time he sings."

Mal frowned.

Marcy dusted the cake with dyed powder sugar lightly. "Done."

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