It's Called Being Sassy

Game Day

"Are you prepared?" Santana asks.

"Yeah." Mercedes nods. "I'm ready."

"In just one hour, the dream team will be back together."

Mercedes blows out a breath as they walk outside to the fields. It's getting closer and closer to four thirty. She's really scared.

Tina waves them over. "Hey, guys! We're doing buddy exercises!"

"Everybody take a knee." Marcy says as everyone gathers around. They take her literally (which she was) and get down on one knee. "Listen up because these will be your partners for the rest of today. Finn, you're with Brittany. Find your partner and hold hands until I tell you to stop.

Puck, you're with Kurt. Sam, you're with Sugar. Mikey, you're with Blaine. Quinn, you're with Artie. Rachel, you're with Rory. Tina, you're with Joe. Santana, you're with Mercy.

Now that you're all connected, you may stop holding hands but you still need to be by each other. We are going to do trust exercises for fifteen minutes. You need to get to know each other on a deep level so that when you move together, when you sing together, when you are together, you look like the same person twice over."

"Are the exercises hard?" Mike wants to know.

"Yes."

They all blink when that's all she says. "Oh."

"First I want you to spread out. Every twosome get together far away from every other twosome and begin telling them five things you like about each other."

"What if you don't know them that well?" Sugar asks.

"That brings me to part B. You will reveal five secrets about yourself. They can be big or small but it has to be something you're at least a little bit embarrassed about getting out."

"You are the single meanest person on this planet." Mike and Quinn say in unison.

"That's not a secret."

Kurt giggles. "When do we start?"

Marcy eyes her stopwatch. "Now!"

"Wait!" Sam raises his hand. "Won't everyone hear?"

"You're whispering, Samantha!"

He blushes before facing Sugar.

Santana looks Mercedes in her eyes. "I like your boobs."

"Tana!" Mercedes twists her lips.

"She didn't say I had to defend it."

Mercedes eyes her. "Go on."

"I like dat ass, too."

"Santana! I'm telling!"

"I don't like that."

Mercedes raises her hand.

Santana snickers. "Alright. I like how ladylike you are. Even when the situation calls for you to be base, you're all uppity."

Mercedes lowers her hand but glares at her. "I'm not uppity!"

"You know what I mean. You're classy."

"Oh. Thank you."

"I also like how smart you are. Most people think talent will get them far but act like thinking about the long term and your finances and stuff is for other people. Even ‪Beyoncé‬ thinks about taxes."

Mercedes licks her lips with a giggle. "Thank you."

"I also like that you're foreign. I'm foreign, too and know that struggle. Especially with immigrant parents. My Abuela still breaks out in Spanish whenever she feels strongly."