In This Song [4/?]
Title: In This Song
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Puck/Rachel
Word Count: 6486
Summary: It's different in this song. Jr year and a clean slate for Glee Club. Unfortunately, clean slate's can never last because this year, like last, has secrets, lies, love triangles and more...
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee
Guys vs. Girls
Friday afternoon Football practice is the best.
Most people would be shocked by this statement because, hello, it's on a Friday after school. You're supposed to be at a party or on a date or trashing the local 7-11 for an early start on your weekend. You're not supposed to be sweating your ass off tackling other guys on the field.
But these shocked people haven't been to a Friday Football practice otherwise they would know that on the same day, at the same time, the Cheerios were practicing their routine on the edge of the field.
Coach Tanaka is dreadfully aware that this is distracting his team but cannot do anything about it because, shit, Sylvester is scary. Everyone knows this and no one in their right mind would stand up to her without having a death wish (Puck was surprised Mr Schue had lived through the night after he pissed the so-called '29-year-old' off).
After watching their fine asses in their Cheerio skirts, the football team quickly makes their way to the Boys' Locker Room. Puck's the first guy out because all the other guys are distracted by Johnson and Miller fighting - and watching them fight for the third time that day doesn't particularly appeal to Puck.
Santana is waiting by the door outside and she grins when she sees him. "Hey Puck."
"What do you want, Lopez?" he says. Yes, he's a still pissed with her after turning him - the Puckerone - down and then singing Womanizer. Just a tad.
"You." Puck does a double take and a maniacal gleam twinkles in her midnight eyes at his reaction. "Not today though," she adds. "Parents are home and you can't sneak in so it has to be tomorrow."
Does she think I'm just going to give in after she embarrassed the fuck out of me?
"I'm busy," he tells her truthfully.
Santana laughs, "Yeah, sure."
Great, she thinks I'm joking.
Puck moans in frustration and opens his mouth to speak when Santana interrupts, "I've got to get back to Cheerio practice, Coach only gave us a ten minute break while she goes scream at Tanaka. Just be glad Brittany's grounded and you were the first one out of the Locker Room."
…
Puck and Rachel both sit side by side on the couch in the Berry household living room, eyes fixed attentively on the significantly hefty plasma screen TV. Puck has his arm around Rachel whom is resting her head on Puck's shoulder.
Rachel has no idea how Noah had roped her into watching 'The Ring', especially since it was from her fathers' private collection and they are far too young to watch it - her and her irritating conscience - but she's surprised to find that she is enjoying something that isn't a musical. It gives her a thrill of adrenaline every time a horrific moment came up, and she finds herself vying for the next scary image, hoping that rush would return.
She wonders if that's why Puck has an affinity for getting himself into trouble.
There is another petrifying moment coming up; she just knows it. It has been too long since the last chilling scene and she snuggles further into Puck in fright. The boy glances down at Rachel and grins once he sees that she's practically in his lap.
Puck's phone suddenly starts ringing, startling them and snapping both of them out of their memorization with the movie. Rachel lifts her head off of Puck's shoulder and watches disapprovingly as the boy fishes out his cell phone from his front pocket, only to press 'ignore'.
"That's the fourth time your phone has rung, Noah. Who is it that is so desperately trying to talk to you?"
Puck sighs in frustration. Seriously, he was positive he'd been merely minutes away from making out with Rachel and the stupid phone had botched the moment. He frowns at the screen of his phone. "Lopez?" he reads aloud in awe.
"Santana?" she squeaks. Puck's sure that throughout the whole movie, she hadn't looked as terrified as she does at the mention of the snarky Latina. "W-why is she calling you?" she blabbers, confounded.
"Dunno," he says shrugging then checks the past 3 missed calls of that night. Yep, all of them had been from fucking Lopez.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Rachel peeks over to look at the phone. "She knows you're busy tonight, but yet she's continuously calling."
"She's probably just jealous," he assures her, a smirk growing on his lips as he thinks it over. "Why shouldn't she be? I'm a stud. There's only so much of me to go around, and she's probably pissy because she hasn't gotten her share yet."
"But what about the song - she sung Womanizer to you," Rachel interjects, confused, ignoring his last sentence. "Moreover, she broke up with you. As did I; as did Mercedes and Quinn… you're not admittedly a 'stud'."
Puck's face falls at her words. "Only a stud can do this," he abruptly says before bringing his lips to hers.
It takes her all of one nanosecond to unfreeze before she melts into his touch, all traces of their earlier conversation flying out of her head. Puck grabs her hips and is about to flip them over on the couch when his fucking phone starts ringing again. He groans with frustration into Rachel's lips, and jerks his phone out of his pocket without bothering to break their kiss, throwing it against the far wall with an easy flick of his wrist. It collides with the wall with a crack and, finally, stops ringing.
Rachel hears the crack! and can't restrain the urge to giggle at his short temper. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see the situation) this gives Puck the opportunity to dart his tongue into her mouth, which he does shamelessly.
What? He knows she loves it, if her slight gasp and tightening of her fingers around his shoulder blades have anything to say about it.
…
"Where were you Saturday night?"
He rolls his eyes. "I told you, I was busy," he answers, pushing past her and sitting down.
"You were serious about that? I thought you were joking."
"Well, I wasn't," he says, annoyed.
"So where were you?" Santana huffs.
"I was with a girl," he bites out, not really feeling the slightest bit of guilt when her eyes widen imperceptibly at his sharp tone. After all, it had been her who had nearly wrecked his date.
He looks up to see Finn and Quinn standing in front of him, hand-in-hand, the blonde counterpart of the twosome staring down at her shoes.
She hadn't expected him to move on so soon. She knew, though she hates it, that he had been with cougars that summer once they had broken up but thought nothing of it because it lulled his pain of having had to give their - wince - baby away. But now if he was with a teenage girl, maybe someone she knew and was as naïve as her…
Finn glances at Quinn and frowns at the sadness that was written plainly on her face. The blonde catches him staring and quickly flashes him a fake smile.
"So, what's this I hear about you going on a date? Do we know this girl?" Kurt inquires and Mercedes leans in to hear.
"Like I'd tell you Gossip Girls," Puck snipes.
Before they have time to press further on the topic of the girl - or how he knows to refer to them by Gossip Girl - Mr Schuester walks in along with the brunette Puck wanted to see all day. Rachel wears a thousand-watt smile on her face, beaming brightly at each one of her teammates. She looks much happier than she had been in forever Puck can't stop feeling smug - because hell yes, he was part of the reason she was all peppy.
"My, don't you look exuberant today," Kurt comments. "Good weekend?"
"Amazing," Rachel gushes. She and Puck make eye contact for a second and she sees the amusement in his eyes but then they look away and Rachel takes her seat.
I get she doesn't want to flaunt our relationship around after just one date, but it doesn't help when she's looking at me like that as if waiting for me to kiss her. Yeah, I would love to kiss her - among other things - but after one date she doesn't want to 'advertise our affiliation until we are exclusive'. What does 'affiliation' even mean?
Still, I'm glad we went on that date. It had taken only a simple song to win her over - again. It had been fucking awesome. Dinner and a movie had sounded lame when she mentioned it Friday morning, but then she said the movie would be at her house alone… I'm not an idiot. She didn't want to go all the way but that was… frustrating, yeah, but it was only the first date.
"Good morning New Directions," Mr Schuester greets them as he walks in.
"Good morning," some of them grumble whilst others say it brightly.
"So I- where's Matt?" Mr Schuester asks frowning.
They all look around the room, only to see no sign of the football player. Matt had normally been so quiet so they had not noticed he was not in the room. All eyes then went to his best friend, Mike.
"He, uh, moved," Mike answers miserably. Santana and Brittany gaze at Mike sympathetically knowing how close he had been with Matt. "To Arizona," he adds, knowing there was no use of this information. "He would have moved earlier but there was a little trouble with the new house." Rachel's smile quickly disappears hearing this and so do many others.
Without Matt this means we're down to 11 people in Glee Club, the minimum for competing in Sectionals being 12. If we don't quickly get another member then -
"He didn't want to say anything because he was still hoping he wasn't going to move," Mike continues, interrupting Rachel from her thoughts, "and he thought that if he told then Principal Figgins would shut down Glee. Will he?"
Everyone snaps their gaze to Mr Schuester, anxiously awaiting their director's answer.
Glad to see I'm not the only one concerned.
Rachel would smile if it wasn't for the feeling of anxiety settling in her stomach. "What I was going to tell you," Mr Schuester says, "was that I will be holding auditions for Glee Club soon if any newcomers want to join."
"Not going to happen," Puck says. "Not unless the poor sucker is bribed or threatened into joining. On second thought…"
"There will be no bribery or threatening," Rachel sharply shoots him a you-should-know-better glare he many a times receives from his own mother. She turns her attention back to the rest of Glee and sighs, "However, Noah is right. No one is going to want to join Glee. Our population hasn't suddenly escalated and I'm not sure it's going to."
"Rachel, don't talk like that," Mr Schuester shakes his head at her. "People will audition for Glee. I've talked to Principal Figgins and I've been able to persuade him to get you lot to perform next week for the whole school to boost Glee's credibility - promising it would be nothing like last time," he adds, looking sternly at Rachel who looks back at him, false innocence tainting her features.
"Sounds boring," Puck grumbles. If the performance was going to be nothing like "Push It" then why bother performing? Before he had joined, Glee had once performed for the school leaving the student body shocked... and aroused.
"Noah! I'm appalled by your lack of elation; this is the ideal way to reach out to our fellow students!" Rachel scolds. Puck rolls his eyes and sees that many of the other kids in Glee were also not hysterical about the idea. He could tell that they were thinking that they were just going to perform Don't Stop Believing again. Rachel narrows her eyes observing their facial expressions then smiles suddenly. "How about we make things a little more interesting? A competition?"
Now this gets their attention.
"Like?" Kurt asks curiously.
"Girls against guys," Quinn announces, sliding her hand out of her boyfriend's, letting Mercedes high-five her.
"Perfect," Rachel nods. "Each team chooses a song which we shall perform to the opposing team the day before the assembly call; the best performance will display it to the school. Unless, of course, you're scared you're going to lose?" she adds belittlingly to Puck.
Now it's on!
"Scared of a couple of girls? Yeah right, the guys are going to win this thing!" Puck says triumphantly and the other boys whoop in agreement.
"We got this in the bag, right Berry?" Santana asks condescendingly.
Rachel smirks.
Mr Schuester coughs, bringing the club's attention back to him. "If you want a good friendly competition then fine. However, show choir is about working as a team and-"
"We'll tell the school about the competition before the winning team performs," Rachel cuts in. "To show that we like to liven things up in Glee from time to time."
"Okay, fine. But you have to promise that-"
"We won't use drugs," Finn interrupts.
"Well then," he says, not thinking of anything else to thwart them. "I look forward to seeing your performances next week. You're dismissed."
The students all get out of their seats to leave and Rachel approaches Mr Schuester. "I'm assuming you will be choosing the most adept display?" she asks him and a confused Mr Schuester nods. "I also assume that prior to last time - the Vitamin D incident - Ms Pillsbury shall also be judging?"
"Er..."
I can't handle talking to Emma again.
Rachel looks at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.
"I'm only inquiring because I was planning on seeing her today," Rachel says politely. "I'll tell her we require her assistance in Glee, shall I?" She exits the choir room without waiting for an answer, sparing the teacher the embarrassment.
I had no idea I could lie so ideally.
(She's a little smug but c'mon! The talent will come in handy when she makes it on Broadway.)
Rachel waits outside the choir room until Tina and Mercedes came out and the three start walking down the hallway together. "Well, that was abnormal."
"You're telling me," Mercedes comments. "What's up with Mr Schue and Ms P?"
"Ms Pillsbury has a new picture on her desk," Brittany carelessly says walking alongside Santana and Quinn whilst everyone files out of the choir room; Puck catches Rachel's eye as he's leaving and secretly winks at her before following in Finn's direction. "It's of her and a guy," Brittany explains when being given bemused looks.
"So she's getting some but not with Mr S," Santana concludes abrasively, "and now he's all sad."
"Poor Mr Schuester," Tina says sympathetically. "They were so in love."
"Enough with the small talk, let's get down to business," Santana says abruptly and Tina pouts but shuts up. Santana opens her mouth to continue but Quinn puts a finger to her lips in silence then glances back to where the boys had disappeared to.
"Okay, the coast is clear," Quinn says swiftly putting her hands back to her sides. "The boys are gone; continue."
"Good, we don't need those morons eavesdropping. So, I've already got a full-out blown idea for how we're going to beat the boys," she says eagerly. "Berry, just let me have this one," she hastily says when the brunette opens her mouth to intervene her own ideas. She sighs and begrudgingly allows the Latina to proceed.
…
Mercedes and Tina are silently huddled together near the Guidance Counselor's office with their ears pressed against the walls, trying to listen in on the conversation taking place inside with Ms Pillsbury and Rachel.
"So, Rachel, what was it you wished to talk about?" the ginger-haired teacher asks cordially. Ms Pillsbury hastily puts the papers on her desk away neatly and, fearing germs, she reaches for the sanitizer that sat at the edge and applies some to her petite hands thoroughly, cleansing every inch of them.
"I was wondering if..." Rachel trails on, watching Ms Pillsbury frown with displeasure as the rest of the cleansing liquid in her sanitizer was used leaving it completely empty now. Swiftly, Rachel digs her hand into her tiny pouch of a bag and takes out her own bottle of sanitizing liquid and gingerly positions it on the spotlessly clean mahogany desk. "I always keep an extra one. God knows I'll need it whenever I come in contact with Jacob."
The Guidance Counselor smiles thankfully at her, taking the bottle. "He's still bothering you? Should I talk to him for you?"
"There's no need-" Rachel watches in awe as Ms Pillsbury opens the bottle with her left hand, taking most notice of the diamond ring on her ring finger. "Are you getting married?" she bursts out in shock.
In surprise Ms Pillsbury quickly slides her left hand away and hides it under the desk, all throughout knowing Rachel had gotten a very close look. "Y-yes," she says hesitantly.
"Does Mr Schuester know?"
Emma gulps, shocked that Rachel knows of the aggravated tension between herself and Will. She is still avoiding the fellow staff member and had luckily not ran into him so he was ignorant to the fact she was to become a Mrs soon. Now Rachel knows, what's to say she would not tell him?
"It, um - it's only recent. I haven't spoken to Will -Mr Schuester recently so I haven't told him."
"I see," Rachel slowly nods then glances back to the door of the office, wondering if the girls were still listening in.
If the Guidance Counselor's office is that simple to eavesdrop into, maybe I shouldn't confess to all my problems here.
"Well, what I was originally going to say is that we require your assistance in Glee. We need you to judge on two performances: one from the females, one from the males. If only Mr Schuester judged it would be biased."
She hesitates for a second, knowing that judging the contest would undoubtedly bring her into close proximity of the club instructor, but Emma sighs when she sees the fervent determination shining in Rachel's face.
"Okay, I'd be happy to help. When is this?"
"Next week, the day before the whole school assembly in which the winning team will be performing."
"That sounds perfect," she tells her meekly. "Tell W- Mr Schuester I will see him there."
Rachel looks at her suspiciously for a second with her eyebrows furrowed in thought, and then she nods and cautiously leaves.
…
Mike, Puck, Finn, Artie and Kurt all sat in the choir room in silence. It was the day after the Glee meeting and the boys had agreed to meet to discuss ideas. So far, they had nothing. That's right, nothing at all. Hence the silence.
"I would offer some songs but you would all just turn them down, yes?" Kurt asks, breaking the silence.
Kurt's hoping for a 'no' but Puck strictly tells him, "No shit, Sherlock."
"But we must come up with something! How did you choose our songs for the mash-up?"
"I put my iPod on shuffle and picked the first two songs," Artie answers.
Kurt sighs frustrated "Is anyone going to talk?" Kurt blurts out, annoyed. "I'm missing a group shopping trip for this!"
"Who the hell would want to go shopping with you?" Puck growls, agitated.
I should have never agreed to this. But what could I do? Berry was making me look like a total pussy.
"Mercedes," Kurt says, seething. "She's going with the rest of the girls and since I'm stuck here with you I might have missed my only chance to go shopping with Rachel Berry - her new fashion sense is limited, you know!"
"Wait, did you say all the girls from Glee?" Artie inquires. Kurt nods bemused. "Then they're probably shopping for their costumes."
"So?" Finn asks, confused to why this meant anything.
"So we have no ideas and if the girls are already shopping for costumes, that means they have it all planned out," Artie explains. "They're probably talking about it to each other while they're picking out clothes. It would be good to see what our competition is like."
"Isn't that cheating?" Kurt gasps, shocked.
Puck smirks at the idea. Dude, Artie is turning into a badass too. They both really need to win this thing otherwise Tina and Rachel will never let them live it down. But Kurt will never let them cheat because his alliance is and always will be with the girls.
"We shouldn't cheat," Puck lies. "Anyway, we've got no ideas, should we just go home?"
"Yes please, I'm done wasting my time and am off to do more important things to do," Kurt brusquely says and is the first one to leave. Puck, Finn and Mike get up from their seats to shuffle to the exit and Artie wheels alongside them.
"So we're doing this, then?" Artie asks Puck.
"Yep." Puck pops the p.
Finn furrows his brow in confusion. "But you just said -"
"That was to get Kurt out of the way," Puck explains to the idiotic boy.
"Dude, I dunno if we should do that," Finn hesitantly says. "If we get caught -"
"Pfft, we won't get caught," Puck smirks. "We'll split up - it's just eavesdropping! Did you leave your balls at home or are they in Quinn's purse?"
Finn scowls darkly at Puck and his abrasive words. "Fine, I'll go."
"Good. Changster, you in too?"
"Can we stop at the Food Court? I didn't eat lunch."
"Yeah, you're not the only one. But we have to be careful not to get caught by the chicks - especially Santana. She can get scarier and even more competitive than Rachel sometimes."
They chuckle at Puck but he continues to remain content. "I'm serious. You guys don't know how Santana beat the Seniors out of being head Cheerio."
…
"You ain't serious, girl?"
All six girls filled into the local mall together.
"Damn right I am. You really think Sylvester would just appoint a Sophomore just like that?" Santana scoffs at Mercedes. "I had to eliminate those Senior bitches and then she appointed me Head Cheerio."
"I find that quite unsettling," Rachel says to her. "I'm glad you're on our team."
Santana smirks at Rachel. She doesn't like her that much but she doesn't really hate her either - especially after she stuck up for her last year at Sectionals.
"Did you do that too?" Tina asks Quinn. "When you used to be a Cheerio?"
"No," Quinn shook her head. "My Dad was influential and donated a lot of money to the Cheerio fund, but after a few months the Cheerios got more funding from other applicants. Plus I'm not completely evil like Santana. I'm more of the Beelzebub to her Satan," she adds, teasing.
"No one is as," Mercedes mutters under her breathe. "Hey, we going to Macy's first?" she speaks in a louder tone. The girls nod in agreement and head to the shop.
After thirty minutes of pondering around, pulling different dresses off the racks and trying on just about everything in the store they move on to the next shop without buying anything in case they found something more suitable and striking later on.
Just as they're leaving Macy's, they run into Kurt. "Is that offer for accompanying you on your shopping trip still open?" he politely asks them.
"Don't tell him anything," Santana tells the girls strictly then turns back to Kurt. "C'mon, we don't have all day."
With that, all seven of them explored every single clothing store in the mall, oblivious to the four boys cautiously following them around trying to catch snatches of their conversations.
"Dude, this is so embarrassing," Finn whispers to Puck as he ducks behind a clothing rack. "I feel like Jewfro."
"Why?" Puck inquires confused.
"Because he's Rachel's stalker," Finn explains like it was something everyone knew. Puck scowls.
Mental note: kill Jewfro.
…
They don't find anything relevant apart from the fact Santana came up with the song choice but since Rachel is also in the team, they all know she's going to insist that her approval is necessary. Other than that, the boys know nothing. The girls are on their toes about what they say around Kurt out of fear from Santana so they don't let anything about their choice of song slip. Puck doesn't really mind.
It was worth it to see Rachel in the tiny dresses she tried on.
…
"Ladies first."
"That only works when the women want to be first."
"I'm trying to be a gentleman like you're always saying I should be."
"I distinctly remember I told you to be less crass. Not a gentleman, although that is always appreciated. Forcing us to go first is not gentlemanly."
"Shit, just do it!"
"I do not appreciate your foul language!"
"Guys, calm down!" Mr Schuester interrupts their argument. Rachel and Puck break away from glaring at each other to look at the curly-haired teacher.
It's the day before the assembly - meaning the day both teams of boys and girls have to perform for Mr Schuester and Ms Pillsbury to determine the best act to perform at the assembly. Amazingly, the boys had been able to think of a plan at the last minute in a desperate attempt to win. It wasn't because they wanted to perform for the entire school but because girls beating the guys is an outrage.
That shit will not happen while Puck is around.
The girls were overly confident that they would win. From day one when Mr Schuester announced it they had had it all figured out from the songs to the outfits. Sure, they had had to work on choreography but after getting the hang of the dance moves it was easy as pie.
Tina and Quinn had tried to weasel some information out of their boyfriends but the boys had their lips sealed, as did the girls. Rachel had tried to do the same with Noah but she had gotten a little… distracted.
Now, they were trying to figure out what team will go first to perform. The most confident and stubborn person from each group (Rachel and Puck - surprise, surprise) had taken to argue with one another about it.
"I am not a guy!" Rachel screeches, infuriated, and crosses her arms.
"I'm aware of that," Puck mutters whilst leering at Rachel's short skirt.
"Okay, I'm sure we can figure out who's going first in a civilized manner," Mr Schuester says, not having heard Puck's comment.
"Such as?" Rachel raises an eyebrow at the teacher, willing him to continue.
"Er…" Mr Schuester thinks for a minute then shoves his hand into his pocket and brings out a quarter. "Heads - girls go first. Tails - boys."
Rachel rolls her eyes at the childish technique but nonetheless says, "Fine."
Mr Schuester flips the coin then lets it land back on his palm then turns it over. "Boys, you're up."
"Shit," Puck mutters under his breathe and Rachel smirks at him smugly. She's been hanging around with him too much - next thing he'll know, he'll be using words like crude.
He and the guys quickly shuffle together into their starting position.
…
The girls all clap enthusiastically with big smiles on their faces and for a moment the boys think the opposing team are a little scared of losing until Mercedes tells them, "We're still going to win, you know."
The girls nod with her.
"Okay, girls, you're next," Mr Schuester tells them and they hurriedly scatter to the bathroom to change into their costumes.
…
The girls stand on the stage in the same starting position as they had stood in when they sung their mash-up of Halo and Walking on Sunshine. They're all clad in knee-length or higher Baby Doll dresses and ballet flats.
Rachel
I know you like to wear my dressing-gown,
When I'm not there.
I guess you like it in my shoes.
Santana
Just coz you drive a Mazarati
And the ladies stare
Don't mean you'll go as fast as I do.
Tina
I know it's summer in the city
And the sun is high
But you can play it cool again
Quinn
Coz boy I seen you disco dancing
With your pants on fire
We need a little tropical rain
Mercedes
So baby, baby
Brittany & Santana
Watch the needle when your heading south
Rachel & Tina
You drive me crazy
Mercedes & Quinn
Just remember you can burn me out
Rachel
So get down...
All
It's been a long, hot summer
And it's 95 degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again
You put me in a fever 50 stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing
And I don't know why
It's been a long, hot summer
And I'm shaking like a cool lemonade
Brittany & Santana
If you wanna get fresh
Get outta my car
Coz the boys up due we're going to fast
I'm taking my time now
Mercedes & Quinn
If you wanna fly high
Keep outta the sun
When your fingers start to burn
It's no fun
So why don't you climb now
Rachel & Tina
If you wanna get fresh
Then take a cold shower
Put your back on ice
Before you turn sour
Nobody can fool me
Rachel
Now I'm cleaning my head
And dusting my eyes
Every time I feel the temperature rise
I need you to cool me
The boys thoroughly enjoy watching the girls sing. Puck thinks it's like implied Push It minus the grinding and the dirty lyrics. He also loves the occasional secret flirtatious glances Rachel shoots him. His eyes linger away from Rachel to stare at Quinn in amazement. She too is wearing a Baby Doll dress but her one was unusually tighter than the others, showing off her flat abdomen. He's amazed because he remembers not too long ago she was a lot bigger and eating for two. Crap, there he is again, thinking about Beth. He's trying not to think about his beloved daughter he had reluctantly given up.
Rachel, Santana, Tina
I'm partied out of house and home
So baby if you fight me
How you gonna like me
Mercedes, Brittany, Quinn
Runnin down that Old Kent Road
So think before you bite me
How you gonna get back home
All
It's been a long, hot summer
And it's 95 degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again
You put me in a fever 50 stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing
And I don't know why
Its been a long, hot summer
And I'm shaking like a cool lemonade
…
"I really appreciate you helping me out, Emma," Will tells her after the students leave.
"It's no problem, I was happy to help," she says sweetly. "The decision was easy; the girls were amazing, weren't they?"
"Yes they were," Will grins as he remembers how overjoyed the girls had been when he had told them they would be performing in front of the school.
"You're a very good Coach to them," Emma compliments him and Will grins at her. "Um, Will, I uh, need to tell you something."
Will slowly nods, unsure of what she needs to say. Surely she isn't going to profess her love for him? No, that was impossible.
But that doesn't stop him from hoping.
"As you know, I have been dating Carl for a few months now and uh," she gulps nervously before she continues. Why on earth was she nervous? It wasn't like she was confessing to murder. "And he and I are getting married."
The pin is out of the grenade.
Will looks at her dumbfounded as though he is not sure he heard correctly. She hadn't actually said she's getting married to some dentist after he told her he loved her? No, this cannot be happening. How can someone get engaged again so quickly?
He wonders what the hell he did to deserve this. To see the love of his life marry someone else. He wants to scream out in fury and tell her that no, he is the one she is meant to marry.
"Congratulations," he says elated.
Wow where did that come from?
"Oh um," she's more than shocked at his words. Correction, word. Congratulations? He looks so calm; no one would know he was dying with heartbreak inside. "Thank you. I should leave," the last bit she blurts out because she can no longer look at him without tearing up.
…
"You were really good today, Quinn," Finn compliments before popping another fry into his mouth.
"Thanks, so were you," Quinn blushes.
"I can't believe Santana came up with the idea," Finn says. "It was really clever too; I didn't know she was that clever."
No wait, I do know she was that clever. After all, she had been able to rope me into sleeping with her.
"I didn't tell you that Santana thought it up," Quinn frowns. "How did you know that?"
"Oh… I um…"
Fuck!
"Lucky guess?" Finn tries, anxiously smiling.
"How did you know?" Quinn clenches her jaw.
"Well, uh," Finn mumbles. "Me and the guys uh, we-followed-you-to-the-mall-and-listened-in-on-your-conversations," he hurriedly says without stopping for a breath.
"How could you!" Quinn screams, suddenly standing up. Crap, how did she know what he said? He had said it in Rachel-Berry speed! "I thought you were better than this! I thought you would never cheat again after that time you had Vitamin D! I thought…"
It goes on like this for a few minutes until Finn speaks up to defend himself. "Yeah, well, I thought I could trust you!"
Yes, he has to bring that up. The argument spirals away eavesdropping on her conversation and into a fight about Quinn getting pregnant with his best friend's baby and Finn kissing Rachel fucking Berry while he was still dating the blonde.
That's how Quinn ends up at his doorstep late that night sobbing. She knocks on his door and waits. She glances back and notices his mother's car isn't parked at the side of the street. She's so happy because his Mom hates her (and vice-versa).
Thank goodness!
(She no longer says "thank God". She's beginning to think there isn't one.)
He opens the door and pulls a confused face at her. "What are you doing here?"
"Finn and I broke up, Puck."
…
People say it's called a 'brain-fart' when you say something you're not supposed to. Finn doesn't get it because how the hell does your brain fart? That doesn't make sense. So instead, he calls it a 'word-vomit' because the words spill out of your mouth before you have time to stop it, like real vomit. Rachel had taught him the word 'word-vomit' because she's a walking thesaurus-dictionary and really smart.
That is why Finn went to see Rachel an hour after his breakup with Quinn.
Maybe she can give some advice on how to make it up to her.
Unluckily this means he has to tell Rachel why he and Quinn broke up in the first place. When she hears, she is not happy.
"Finn, you're the male lead of New Directions!" she screeches. "You're supposed to be setting an example to all the boys! By cheating you're signifying to the others that it's acceptable for them too to cheat! It's Vitamin D all over again - except this time us girls did not need to cheat and we won anyway!"
She's rambling a lot. Finn thinks she's having a word-vomit too but is too scared to tell her that so stays silent, quivering with fear on her bed whilst Rachel paces around shouting. She glances at Finn for a second and takes in the dread in his eyes and stops (a little unsure of why a grown boy is scared of a girl whom is barely five feet) and gingerly sits down next to him.
"Was it even your idea?" she asks softly.
"No, it was Puck's."
"Right," she rolls her eyes. She should have known. "Of course. You couldn't tell him no?" Strangely she's not angry at Noah but surprisingly joyful - she has finally met someone who wants to win as much as she does and really, she's cheated a little before like when she spied on Vocal Adrenaline. It's expected of her. And Noah.
But not Finn.
"Yeah, I guess I could have, but he just freaks me out and I keep thinking he'll sleep with Quinn again for revenge."
Rachel narrows her eyes in anger. "Finn, Noah will never do that. You can trust him."
…
"Where's your Mom?" Quinn asks as Puck sits down next to her on the sofa in his living room.
"She had to switch shifts at the hospital," he answers. "And Sarah's staying at a friend's," he adds, remembering his little sister didn't take a liking to Quinn when she had once bunked with him.
"Oh," she awkwardly says.
"Q, cut to the chase. Why the fuck are you here? I was the one who wanted to spy on your little shopping trip, Finn just came along for the ride 'cos he knew he couldn't stop me." It was really Wheels' idea but Puck had been the one to urge it on.
"He could've told me after," Quinn protests. "And tonight … the things he said about you - about us - it was just so… I don't know," Quinn sighs in exasperation. "You're the only one who'll put up with me."
"I only put up with your shit because you always use the 'you knocked me up' card."
"Aren't you going to comfort me?" Quinn asks outraged.
Puck rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry. Finn's a douche. You deserve better," he tells her.
"Thanks," she replies meekly and pulls him into a hug. He stiffens at first in surprise but then wraps his arms around her protectively.
…
"Thanks," Finn says to Rachel admiringly. "You could've kicked me out but you didn't. So thanks."
"I would never kick you out in your time of need, Finn," Rachel rolls her eyes and sits next to Finn on her bed. She gingerly places her petite hand (see, they are not hands that belong to males) on Finn's shoulder. "I'll always be there for-"
Finn hastily leans in and crushes his lips onto Rachel's making her eyes widen with shock.
…
Elsewhere, on the couch of the Puckerman's living room, Puck and Quinn are passionately kissing, both of them very responsive.