RP: Glee Club WHO: All the Glee Kids + Will WHEN: June 11th (last day of school, 3:30 p.m.) WHERE: Glee Club Practice Room WHY: Through some very tempting notes, each of the kids was lured to the chorus room with a false understanding why they're here.
Mercedes had a stride when she moved down the hall, but not today. Man, when she got that note in her locker she flew by Kurt faster than the girl had ever moved before, even faster than when she actually tried to do the mile for gym. She might've acknowledged the other Glee Clubbers being suspiciously led to the chorus room right along with her, if her mind wasn't full throttle, one tracked. She stopped in the middle of the room and laid her hands on her hips giving a big mischievous grin.
"I was here first, I get to meet him first!" Mercedes' swag rolled into her neck, up through her arm as she waved her hand at the group as if to advise them to go the hell home. She was too excited to care that she did that, knowing full well her mom would shake her own head back at Mercedes for falling into that bad stereotype. She couldn't help herself sometimes. Hell, in Lima Ohio, sometimes she was just as certain that being the stereotype would be better. No one messed with her that way, and they got a clear loud sign to remind them that she was black and fucking proud of it.