[Glee Fic] beneath the milky twilight (1/?)
Title: beneath the milky twilight
Summary: It was just a bet. No harm could possibly come from a stupid bet. Right? Loosely based on the movie "She's All That".
Rating: T/PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: Language. Mostly AU, with a few canon elements thrown in.
A/N: This story was inspired by the poster manip posted on tumblr by stealingmachines. I hope she doesn't mind. I don't use tumblr except to look at the pretty pictures, so I have no idea how to ask her if it's okay. Anyway, the title was taken from the song 'Kiss me' by Six Pence None the Richer.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Anyway... I hope you all enjoy! :D
Chapter 1
Rachel Berry was like a whirlwind as she hurried around her bedroom, quickly gathering her notebooks (colour-coded, of course) and packing them neatly into her bright pink trolley bag. She was hoping to get to school early to rehearse her solo in the auditorium. It was the first week back after spring break and with Nationals just four weeks away, Rachel wanted all the extra practice she could get. (She may or may not have persuaded Principal Figgins to let her borrow the keys to the auditorium. It's amazing the incriminating videos that can be found on the internet these days. She never thought that an old hair implants advertisement could cause a grown man so much discomfort and be so ...useful.)
Don't get her wrong. Rachel's not the kind of girl who would break the rules for just anything. It's just that this was her last year at William McKinley high school. Her last year before she graduated and headed off to college. And her last chance to finally beat those Vocal Adrenaline snobs at the highly coveted (at least in her mind) National Show Choir competitions. This year it was being held in San Francisco, and Rachel had spent most of the year, hell, most of high school, preparing for this. She absolutely could not fail this close to winning the prize. Hence, her decision to gain access to the auditorium by any means necessary. (Even blackmail, but that really felt like too strong a word. She preferred to call it the powers of persuasion.)
Once she was ready, Rachel headed downstairs to find her dads preparing to eat breakfast. Dad was seated at the table, quietly reading the business section of the morning paper, like he always did, while Daddy was making his way around the kitchen, tofu scramble in hand.
"Morning Twinkles," Daddy greeted her warmly, causing Dad to look up and smile at her. "Ready for breakfast?"
Rachel looked at the two plates her Daddy was holding and felt a flash of irritation. "Daddy..." Rachel whined impatiently, though she resisted the urge to stamp her foot. "I thought I told you I wanted to leave early today. I need to get to school to rehearse."
"Yes, dear. I understand that. But you and your father still need to eat."
She huffed and grudgingly took her seat as he placed a plate each in front her and her Dad. She ate quickly, eagerly watching her Dad spoon the last mouthful into his mouth.
"Okay, let's go." She jumped up and tugged on her Dad's arm, pulling him hurriedly towards the door. If she wasn't in such a hurry to get to school, she might have caught the looks of exasperated amusement her fathers shared as the pair hurried out to the car, leaving with nothing more than a "Bye Daddy!" before they drove away.
Rachel chatted happily with her Dad during the ten minute car ride to the McKinley high campus. She was excited. Not only was she eagerly anticipating the end of the absolute torture that was high school, but last week she had finally received her acceptance letter into the Performing Arts program at NYU. Everything she had worked so hard for was culminating in the best possible way for her to leave this hellhole. Nationals in 4 weeks. Graduation in 6 weeks. And if she had her way, she would be moving to New York (New York!) mid-summer at the latest to prepare for the upcoming semester. Her fathers had already agreed to rent a small apartment near NYU, as long as her grades remained pristine and she took up a part-time job on campus. (With her talent and drive, she was sure that would be no problem at all.) It was all really exciting, to say the least.
She grinned widely as they passed the bright yellow school bus beginning its route through the neighbourhood, immensely glad that she wouldn't be subjected to the perils of that particular journey for a while. Normally, if she wasn't so insistent on practicing before classes, she'd have to take the bus to school. And normally, that wouldn't be a problem. Except, ever since her brief stint in the celibacy club (don't ask her why) Jacob Ben-Israel had taken to sitting next to or near her whenever they were on the bus together. He was one of those types of guys that didn't understand the concept of personal boundaries and couldn't seem to take no for an answer, no matter how many times she flat out refused to go out with him. (Even if she wasn't so busy with glee and school work, she'd have said no. Emphatically no.)
Rachel jumped out of the car as soon as her Dad pulled up to curb. "Have a good day at school, honey." He called as she gathered her things, "Oh, and Rachel?" She turned back to look at him, holding the door open with her body. "Try to relax and have some fun." He smiled encouragingly. "It's not long before you graduate, so just try and enjoy the time you have left here."
She stared blankly at her Dad for a moment before fixing her best show smile to her face. "I promise, Dad." She replied. Adding silently, As soon as Nationals are over. And I've taken New York by storm.
"Good."
Rachel looked at her father curiously, wondering if there was more behind his advice than he let on, but she instantly dismissed the idea and shut the door. While she was close to her parents, she often felt like they didn't understand what it was like to be her. She had a dream. And she was determined to make that dream come true. There was always plenty of time to have fun and laugh later. Right now, she had to stay focused on winning Nationals and graduating. (And eventually, taking over Broadway, one hit musical at a time.)
Rachel watched carefully as their silver sedan drove away, waiting until it had disappeared out of sight before she pulled her favourite (and extremely necessary) pink-and-white polka dot raincoat from her bag. There was one other thing about McKinley high that always kept her on edge. Especially in the mornings. Due to the fact that she was in Glee club (and Rachel being... well, Rachel), she was more likely than not to start her day with an ice cold slushie facial. It's sad to say, but she was actually used to the way she was treated at this school. Had been since freshman year. But that also meant she was always, always, prepared.
She was sure her Dads didn't have any clue what was going on though. As far as they knew, Rachel was a happy, well adjusted, slightly over-achieving girl in Glee club. With big dreams, of course. There was once in the third grade when Rachel had come home crying because some of the girls had called her 'defective' for having two dads. The fallout from that still kind of brought tears to her eyes, and she hated to see her Dads so upset, especially Daddy. So she just omitted the parts of her days that involved cold syrupy ice seeping into her clothing. It was just better that way.
Glancing around quickly at the mostly empty school grounds, she pulled on her raincoat, lifted the hood and made her way to the auditorium. Even this early in the morning, there was no telling who was out there.
.-.
Puck looked around proudly as he made his way through the school hallways, throwing his trademark smirk to the ladies as he strut passed them. He was used to girls always swooning and falling all over him. He was the student body president after all. And a star player of the three-time National Championship football team. Plus people just couldn't compete with his badassness. Basically, he was awesome. And to top it all off, he had the hottest girlfriend in school, the head cheerleader of the equally impressive Cheerios, Quinn Fabray.
"Hey, what's up Connie?" He nodded at a cute Asian girl as he strolled by, deciding to give the shy-looking girl a thrill.
He wasn't really paying attention after that, but if he was he'd have heard her sigh dreamily: "H-h-he spoke to me..."
Her unimpressed friend looked at her. "He called you Connie."
"S-S-S-So?" She stuttered in annoyance.
"Your name is Tina."
Puck continued walking, heading towards the lockers at the end of the hall where his mates, Finn Hudson and Dave Karofsky, were standing.
"'Sup dudes?" he greeted casually, pulling his locker door open and shoving his bag inside. He didn't even bother pretending to get his school books. Like he even had any.
"Hey." They replied back, both nodding their heads slightly upwards.
"Nothing much," Dave continued with a smug smile planted on his face, before taking a swig from the large red slushie he held in his hands. "Finn and I were just discussing how much pussy I got over spring break. I'm telling you, Florida was da bomb!"
Puck rolled his eyes. "Whatever man. Like I need to fly half way across the country to get me some pussy." He really didn't want to talk about spring break. Especially if Dave's was as awesome as he was claiming.
"What? The Virgin Queen finally decided to spread her legs for you? Yeah, right!" Dave exclaimed in mocking disbelief.
Puck grumbled as both Dave and Finn started laughing. He turned away and headed towards the two Cheerios standing at the other end of the hall.
.-.
Rachel rushed to her locker, completely oblivious to Puck as he stalked by.
"Morning Jesse," she greeted her best friend and long time Glee aficionado.
"Hey," he replied sticking his head out of his neighbouring locker with a smile. "Here's the Les Misérables sheet music you asked for before spring break."
"Oh thanks!" She exclaimed excitedly, carefully taking the music from him and filing it in her perfectly organised locker. She grabbed the books she needed and closed the door, turning to walk down the hall with him.
"While I know my rendition of On My Own is practically perfect, I wanted to play around with an arrangement of One Day More as a possible group performance."
"With me singing the part of Valjean, of course." He smiled at her encouragingly.
"Naturally," she smiled back, secretly loving the smile he was sending her. Truth be told, she had always had somewhat of a torch for her best friend, he was exactly like her, except male. And maybe there was something to be said about the weird psychology of effectively having a crush on herself, but Jesse always made her feel less alone when they were together. Like her dreams weren't as farfetched as everyone else seemed to believe. She had never told him, or anyone else for that matter, though sometimes she thought he might suspect her true feelings for him. If he did, he'd never done anything about it. He always said he was far too focused on his future career to worry about such trifling matters as relationships. And she always agreed. How could she not? He was so smart.
Suddenly, Rachel was hit by an all-too familiar icy cold sensation, completely shocking her system. She stopped mid-step and gasped in surprise at the abrupt onslaught to her senses, the cold syrup oozing down through the gaps of her raincoat and into the top of her shirt. Rachel had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't even see it coming, though in retrospect, she should have been more alert.
"Karofsky!" Jesse yelled angrily, moving to push the bulky football player up against the nearby row of lockers, but in a flash he was being held back by two or three other members of the football team.
"Yeah?" Dave smiled menacingly. "Bring it tough guy!" He said thrusting his chest out and waving his arms threateningly. "Or is the Glee Queen too weak to do anything about it?"
Jesse growled, struggling against his restrainers. "Say that to me without your lackeys holding me back. We all know you don't have to balls to take me on one-on-one."
"Why you..." Dave lurched forward, but someone came between them.
"Okay, that's enough." Kurt said standing between the two angry guys, holding his arms out. "Finn, a little help please." Kurt stared pointedly at his step-brother and Finn automatically began to hold Dave back from any assault. They may not run in the same crowds, but everyone knew not to mess with Kurt. Especially Karofsky. Even if he did so grudgingly.
Kurt waved them away as Finn dragged Dave down the hall, away from the scene. The footballers restraining Jesse let go once they were out of sight, and Jesse huffed in annoyance at Kurt.
"I could've handled that." Jesse grumbled, turning to a still ashen-faced Rachel.
"Yes." Kurt replied sceptically. "You forget I was there for your last pushing match between yourself and David. And as invigorating as that was to watch," Kurt paused to roll his eyes before continuing. "I do believe there is no way you could have taken on half the football team." He then turned to look at Rachel, grabbed her hand and lead her towards the closest thing McKinley high had to a day spa. The girls bathroom. "Come on, Diva. Let's get you cleaned up."
.-.
"Hola Mamacitas," Puck greeted Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce as he approached. "Have you seen my girl?" He was kind of anxious to see Quinn. He hadn't seen her since she left for a Christian retreat with her family at the beginning of the break, and when she left, they sort of left things up in the air.
Both girls in front of him exchanged weary looks before turning away.
"Nope." Santana replied with a pop, and threw her lipstick back into her locker. "Haven't seen her."
Puck's brow furrowed. They were both avoiding his gaze. "Brittany?"
"No." She almost squeaked, shifting her eyes back and forth, her hands tucked behind her back as if she was hiding something. "Don't know what you're talking about."
"What?" Puck asked, very confused. "You know, my girlfriend? Quinn Fabray? Blonde? Cheerio? Legs for days? Come on, you guys! What's up?"
"God! Nothing!" Santana exclaimed harshly, catching Puck off guard. "We haven't seen her, okay?"
Puck watched, completely bewildered as they walked away, pinkies linked. He was just about to call after them when he finally saw just the person he was looking for stalking down the hallway as if she owned the place (she practically did). Except... she wasn't wearing her usual matching Cheerios uniform as Santana and Brittany were, both of whom had taken their place behind Quinn as she made her way towards him. No, now she was wearing a very demure white sun dress and cardigan, her silver cross hanging around her neck prominently and her golden curls falling delicately around her face, instead of the tight pony tail that made her look more... pointed. Neither Santana nor Brittany showed any sign of surprise at her new attire as they followed Quinn, but the rest of the school definitely seemed to notice the change. Whatever. It wasn't like it really mattered, as long as she was his.
"Hey," he greeted her, holding out his hands and leaning forward to plant the customary kiss on her cheek. But she stopped him just short.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, just out of reach and turning around to face the other two girls. "I've just remembered I've got to talk to the girls about something. Go round them up for me, will you? Thanks." She said, shooing them away. As queen bee, it was a normal occurrence for her to treat them that way.
"Hey baby, how was your break?" he tried again, pulling her backwards into his arms. "Missed you."
"Listen Puck," Quinn said sternly, ignoring his welcoming greeting. She turned to face him and pushed him away slightly. "I've been thinking, and I think we should break up."
Puck stared at her, completely dumbfounded. "What?"
"I just think we're going in different directions. I mean, you didn't honestly think I'd go away to college still dating you, did you?" He stood there like a punk, stunned into silence. This was coming out of left field. Sure, when she left with her parents, things had been a bit weird, but he just figured that was because they'd finally, finally, had sex. He thought she'd enjoyed it. It fucking seemed like she did at the time. But after a couple of texts and calls over the first few days, he hadn't heard from her at all. "Oh my god," she exclaimed, trying to sound sincere, but it almost seemed like she was mocking him. "You did? That's so sweet." And with a pat on the shoulder, she turned and walked away to join the rest of the Cheerios.
.-.
"Cheer up, diva," Kurt said consolingly as he washed the red-coloured ice out of Rachel's hair. "Just think, one day Dave Karofsky will be pumping gas in this dead-end town and you'll be headlining on Broadway."
"Thanks Kurt," she tried to smile as she held back her tears. While Rachel was in fact used to the icky sensation of ice dripping down her blouse, the utter humiliation that came with it didn't wash away quite so easily.
"It's true." He said reassuringly. "Just you wait. We're divas! We're fierce no matter what!"
He gently tilted her head back to wring out her hair before lifting it out of the sink. Just then, Mercedes made her way through the bathroom door, emergency supplies in hand.
"Oh my god, you'll never believe what just happened!" she exclaimed excitedly, simultaneously handing Rachel her bag of spare clothes. "Quinn Fabray just dumped Puckerman! Right there in the hallways!"
"What?" Kurt gasped in disbelief. "No way! The golden duo is dead?"
Rachel tuned out after that. She really didn't care about the 'popluar' crowd and their never ending drama. She preferred her drama to be on-stage rather than off. Instead, she quickly got dressed as both Mercedes and Kurt buzzed around her, helping Rachel to dry her hair. It was just sensible to include a hair dryer in their emergency kit. Getting a slushie tossed in their faces occurred often enough. To all of them.
Once they were done, the three of them hurried out into the halls, dirty clothes wrapped neatly in a laundry bag, where Jesse was waiting patiently with Rachel's books.
"Thanks guys, I'll see you at lunch." she said to them, before turning to Jesse and gathering her belongings from him. "Thanks Jesse." She said gratefully, looking into his eyes.
He smiled at her and asked, "You okay?"
Rachel smiled back softly, "Yes. I fine."
His smile widened, his eyes twinkling. It was moments like these that made Rachel think...maybe... "Good." He nodded. "Now we better get to class before Mrs. Kowalski give us detention."
.-.
"Okay, you guys... go." Puck commanded to the rest of the simpering Cheerios at the overcrowded lunch table. He then turned to Quinn and pulled her down to sit in front of him. "You, sit."
"You can't talk to me this way!" Quinn gasped indignantly, her fierce gaze telling her squad to stay put.
"Shut it." Puck admonished, his frustration evidently showing. "Get out of here. Now!" He growled, fixing them with his most menacing glare. He'd been a tyrant all morning. Even worse than Karofsky. Which was saying something.
With an almost imperceptible nod, Quinn told the girls to disperse, though Santana and Brittany seemed a little more reluctant to leave.
"What do you want Puck?" Quinn asked tersely.
"What do I want?" He spat out, trying to keep his voice down, though it wasn't easy. "I want to know what the hell happened!"
"I don't know what you mean," she replied, staring at her nails as she feigned disinterest.
"Cut the crap, Quinn. We were fine when you left on that stupid retreat -"
"Hey! It was not stupid!" she huffed in annoyance.
"- and then nothing! For days!" He continued, ignoring her interruption. "And then you come back dressed like this and all of a sudden break up with me. Now tell me, what the fuck's going on?"
"Nothing!" Quinn insisted exasperatedly, but when Puck fixed her with his famous you-can't-bullshit-a-bullshitter stare, she let out a loud resigned sigh. "Fine! If you want to torture yourself." She was silent for another moment before she spoke. "I met someone."
"What?" Puck growled again, his anger getting dangerously high.
"His name is Sam Evans and he goes to Dalton Academy. You know, that private school up on the hill? Well... anyway, his Dad is a friend of my Dad's. So, he was at the Christian retreat with me, and we sort of hit it off. He's planning to be a senator, you know, Puck. Can you imagine? Me a senator's wife? It'll be perfect."
"What?" he asked again, his voice dripping with disdain. "What the fuck? Wife?"
"Oh come on, Puck. He has a ten-year plan. And sure, it may not happen until we're at least 35, but still... a senator!"
"And what about me?"
Quinn looked at him with disbelief. "What about you, Puck?"
Her harsh gaze almost caused Puck to flinch. "I... you know..." he started. "Well, I could be a senator some day." He finished with more conviction.
"Please..." she rolled her eyes. "You're not even Christian." When she saw his gaze harden, Quinn took Puck's hand in hers and spoke calmly, almost resigned. "Look Puck, you're a Lima Loser, and you'll always be a Lima Loser. And I just can't stand the thought of being stuck in this know-nothing town. " He stared at her fingers as she patted his hand once more, before it slipped out and she left him sitting there.
He continued staring at the place her fingers once were for another moment. Then suddenly his gaze snapped up and he looked around. He scowled as he realised the entire cafeteria was watching him, inevitably watching his utter humiliation. As soon as they noticed Puck had snapped out of his stupor, the rest of the crowd quickly resumed the hustle and bustle surrounding him, eager to avoid being on the end of his wrath.
That, however, was the last thing on Puck's mind.
.-.
"I think we should sing a duet at Nationals." Rachel recommended to Jesse afterschool as they made their way to glee rehearsals. "It only seems right to continue our impeccably successful trend this year of singing time honoured classics together to win."
"I agree." Jesse replied with a smile.
"How about a duet version of the Gershwin classic, He Loves and She Loves? Fred Astaire was rather marvellous."
Jesse's smile widened in agreement. "Though was it weird that he was technically singing it to his sister?" He wondered out loud.
Rachel hesitated. "Well, it was all purely professional. They often played romantic roles opposite each other. And both Fred and Adele's stage careers were extremely successful. Plus, he sings it to Audrey Hepburn in the movie."
Jesse thought about it for another moment before nodding. "Okay, Audrey." He teased. "We'll try it out during rehearsals. I'm sure Brad will know it. He always seems to know everything."
Rachel laughed as they reached the choir room, excitement bubbling up inside her.
Just then a loud raucous noise sounded from down the hall, and the pair looked up to see Dave, Puck and Finn standing at the end of the corridor. Rachel saw Jesse's fists clench as he stared at the trio, motioning towards them, but she clasped his wrist tightly in her hands.
"Jesse, don't." She pleaded. His head turned to look at her. "It's not worth it." She said, pulling the begrudged Jesse into the room after her.
.-.
However, Jesse and Rachel had not gone unnoticed by Dave. "Hey look," he nodded towards them, cracking his knuckles dangerously.
Finn rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "Leave it, dude."
"Why?" Dave countered in annoyance, looking down at the new bright blue slushie in his hand.
"Because one slushie's enough for one day. Aren't I right, Puck?"
The two of them turned towards Puck, but he wasn't paying attention. They both looked passed him to see what Puck was staring at, and their eyes widened. Their gazes shifted between the sight down the hall, and Puck's clenched fists. Near the school's entrance, a tall blonde guy was walking towards them, stopping short as he reached Quinn at her locker. The sappy looks passing between this new golden couple (literally - their hair shone brightly enough together) was enough to make any guy puke.
"This is total bullshit." Puck announced fiercely, finally tearing his eyes away from them. "Quinn thinks she's so hot. But I'm telling you, there are hundreds of girls at this school, and I could fuck each and every one of them. Quinn Fabray is totally replaceable."
Dave and Finn exchanged weary looks before Dave opened his mouth to speak. "Listen dude, I know you're hurting right now. But that's total bullshit."
"What?" Puck asked, getting ready to punch his so-called friend in the face.
"Quinn Fabray is totally non-replaceable." Dave explained, ignoring Finn's pondering 'Dude, is that even a word?' "I mean, every girl wants to be her and every guy wants to fuck her. Heck, even some girls want to fuck her. I've seen the way Santana looks at her."
Finn nodded in agreement. "I hate to admit it Puck, but Dave's right. She's basically you. With boobs."
But not even the image of Santana and Quinn locked in a tangle of arms, legs and lips could stop his rant right now. "No, no, no." Puck said, shaking his head. "If you take away the make-up and the glamour. She's just some spoiled, rich kid who preaches about celibacy and god." Dave shook his head disbelievingly, which only spurred Puck on. "I bet I could take any girl at this school and turn her into the most popular girl by the end of term. I mean, with the right hair, the right make-up, the right clothes and the right guy, she could probably be prom queen."
Dave scoffed. "You're totally dreamin' man."
"What? Don't believe me?" Puck asked, tensely.
"No, I don't." Dave replied, gripping the red Big Gulp cup in his hand even tighter.
"I can do it." When Dave just shook his head again, Puck said something incredibly stupid that would change his life. "Wanna bet?"
The two boys stared at each other, daring the other to stand down.
Dave scoffed again without flinching. "Yeah. Okay."
"Look guys," Finn tried to intervene. "This was funny and all, but don't you think that's enough. Dave, you're taking advantage of Puck in his delicate emotional state."
"Shut up Finn, I'm fine."
Finn raised his hands in surrender, stepping back to let the other two sort out whatever this fight was.
"Yeah. Okay. I'll pick any girl at this school. And you'll have six weeks to turn her into the prom queen." Dave challenged.
"Okay. Deal." Puck stuck out his hand defiantly.
"Deal."
The boys shook hands forcefully, which was more of a death grip than a shake.
"Okay." Dave said, still staring at Puck.
"Okay." Puck repeated.
Finn just stood by watching apprehensively.
Finally, Dave gave Puck an evil grin and started walking down the hall. "Well, then... let's go shopping." Puck just rolled his eyes at him and followed, with Finn trailing behind.
As they were walking, Dave pointed to a pair of girls, a heavy set African American and a tiny Asian, who were arguing amongst themselves.
"H-H-Hurry up Mercedes. W-w-w-we're late."
Dave laughed. "How about T-T-Tina the s-s-s-stutterer." He muttered to Puck.
Puck shook his head as Dave laughed harder. He was having way too much fun with this.
"Or, how about Lauren the wrestler." Dave asked, as the large girl ambled past, wrestling helmet perched prominently on her head.
Puck's eyes widened in horror. "A-are you sure about Tina, I mean..." He trailed off as Dave almost had a fit. Even Finn couldn't hold back a laugh, although he tried to hide it behind his hand like a pussy.
Puck glowered. "Fine, whatever." He mumbled, already preparing himself for the inevitable.
Just at that moment, a door swung open just where they were walking and out stormed a very angry Rachel Berry directly in front of them. They were all kind of caught off guard, stopping hastily in their tracks as she almost streamlined into them. Dave, however, took this opportunity to hurl his half-melted slushie in the unsuspecting Glee freaks face.
She let out a gasp of horror, staring wide-eyed at the three boys. Dave had a smug smirk plastered across his face, while Finn and Puck sort of gaped at her. Rachel's eyes narrowed in anger. They watched as she let out a shrill, frustrated scream and stamped her foot, turning sharply on her heel and disappearing into the nearest girls bathroom.
"Gentlemen, we have a winner!" Dave proclaimed, turning his smug gaze onto Puck.
"What?" Puck exclaimed in astonishment. "Rachel Berry?" He stared blankly down the hall, before shaking his head vigorously. "No, no, no, no, no!" He turned to Dave. "Look, fat I can deal with. But weird clothes, weird boobs, bad attitude and that scary obsession with theatre and wearing sweaters with animals on them? I mean, come on!"
Dave just stood there, obviously amused. "Why're you looking at me Puck?" Dave shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't give a damn, and pretended to check his watch. "By my calculations, you have six weeks 'till prom, and if Rachel Berry's going to be prom queen, well then, I'd say you've got your work cut out for you."
Puck continued staring hopelessly at the door Rachel had disappeared through, as Dave walked away, his joyous, cruel laughter echoing down the halls.
Well, by his calculations, Puck was well and truly fucked.
A/N: Well, what do you guys think? I know it's kinda a lot like the movie at the moment, but I promise you, I have a few Glee-specific twists to add in to make it more my own. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it!
Chapter 2