"Swinger club?" Mercedes blinked, and then cringed. "Oh hell. Gross." She knew the rumor that Puck had a thing for the older ladies, hell in their history class he would sometimes stay after class. Mercedes knew better that if Puck stayed after class, for anything, it was because either he was in trouble or the person he was with was in trouble. But, she tried to erase those bad thoughts out of her mind.
Her arms folded in front of her and her expression grew sour. Rage settling in her stomach, she kept it there, for now.
"I bet you anything, we've been tricked." Mercedes' eyes start to pan over everyone else around the room.
"I smell a rat. A high-pitched, squeaking one at that."
Before she could continue her inspection though, she was rudely interrupted by the slight shove she got from Santana's passive aggressive shoulder. The still channeling rage burned harder, traveling up into her chest. Calm down girl, Calm down. Save it for the rat.
"Bitch, I'll get out of the way if I want to." She twisted her body around towards Santana, leaning her head up in the cheerios' personal business, "And if I remember correctly, I was here first."