A/N: This idea has been bouncing in my head since the season one hiatus. I was encouraged to write it by Coldwind, one of my dearest friends and fellow author. I know better then to work on more then one multi-chapter story at a time, but I finished this earlier then planned and thought, "Why not, Summer's almost here anyways." Bleh, enough with my thought process - enjoy the first chapter and please tell me what you think. :)
It was the last day of spring break, and with nothing else better to do then procrastinate writing a research paper, Finn Hudson lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling as he tossed an old football in the air. Although nothing had been said between the two for over twenty minutes, Noah Puckerman also occupied the cowboy-plastered bedroom. Slouched in a faded red beanbag chair, he flipped though the latest issue of sports illustrated – of course only being there for the foxy women in skimpy bikinis.
"You know what I've kinda always wanted to do?" Finn asked, looking at the Pantera poster across the room with a final toss of his football.
"Repaint this room?" Puck asked scanning the walls and making a face.
"No." Finn answered, defending his wallpaper. "I've always wanted to start a rock band."
"Dude, that's genius." Puck said closing up the magazine.
"Really?" Finn asked sitting up, surprised at Puck's positive reaction.
"Yeah. Chick's love guys in bands – do you know how much ass we could get?" He said with intimate fantasies playing in the whites of his eyes.
"Dude." Finn dryly sighed throwing the football at his friend's chest.
"Just sayin'" Puck said putting his hands up.
Moments later Volume Eleven, inspired by the fact more amplifiers only went up to volume level ten, was created However, there was still one thing missing from the duo – a bass player. To solve this dilemma, Puck made out with Rachel again in return for her flyer making abilities. It killed him inside to have his tongue pressed inside her huge mouth, but she was almost so disgustingly desperate, that he could get away with most anything – and that he didn't complain about. The melodic looking flyers said in bold letters: "Musicians Wanted". Really all Finn and Puck were looking for was a good bass player, but they were willing to pick up anyone else with useful talent to give.
On his way to physics, Artie Abrams passed by one of the alluring posters. After a moment of thought, he reached for the pencil behind his ear to put his name down for an audition slot. Since Finn put up the flyer, it was almost completely out of Artie's reach, but somehow he managed to scribble his name on the twenty-fifth line. Artie needed a good distraction, especially after the heated fight he and Tina had the week before.
Kurt Hummel only noticed one of the flyers because it was rudely stuck to his looker, crooked and with a piece of blue chewing gum one could add. He thought the flyer looked tacky, and the fact that it was stuck to his locker with a piece of flavored plastic that someone had in their mouth was grotesque, but once Kurt noticed Finn Hudson's contact information in the bottom left corner – he was sold.
Auditions were held in the McKinley High School gymnasium considering the musical had dibs on the auditorium until their final show in May. The two creators of Volume Eleven set up the scoreboard table in the middle of gym. Finn sat on the right with a hopeful expression on his face as he stared at the doorway while Puck sexted Santana, under the table out of view, with a smirk on his face. Since Artie was the only to actually sign up, he rolled into the gymnasium with soft instrument case strapped to the back of his wheelchair.
"Dude, you're in." Finn said with a smile before Artie even thought of taking his Fender Precision Bass out of its protective covering.
"Don't I have to-" Artie started, confused at the instant acceptance.
"You're the only one to sign up. Plus we know you're talented." Finn smiled, scooting his chair over to make room for Artie to fit between him and Puck. They still had the gym signed out for another hour.
"Damn girl, that's hot." Puck mumbled under his breath at a steamy text from Santana.
"Excuse me?" Artie questioned, locking his chair in place.
"N-nothing." He said sinking into his chair and burying his cell phone into the pocket of his jeans.
The trio sat there for over half an hour. Puck was more then tempted to reach back into his pocket to sext Santana again, especially with her attempts of getting a hold of him again, but for once – he kept his hand out of his pants. The only other person to arrive was Brittany, but that was only because she got lost on her way back from Cheerio practice. The poor girl couldn't remember her left from her right.
"Dude, this is pointless. No one else is gonna show. We only have Bill Gates here because he's one of us." Puck sighed.
"For the last time, it's Artie." He pitched in.
"I know that. I was being fesicious." Puck said.
"Good job, Noah." Artie said dryly clapping at his friend's use of vocabulary.
"Hello gentlemen."
"Oh god." Artie said slipping his hands under his glasses.
"Is that?" Finn asked.
"No, I don't think he's even that queer." Puck said sitting up straighter.
With a white key-tar held against his pelvis, and a purple strap around his neck, Kurt Hummel marched with pride down the length of the gymnasium. To make matters worse, he wore red skinny jeans and sunglasses to big for his face for style points. He would have arrived earlier, but it takes time to look that good.
"I'm here to audition." Kurt said taking off his sunglasses and hooking them to the collar of his Blondie T-shirt. Puck and Finn both bent down simultaneously to Artie's level for a group huddle. After a serious of nods, it was decided. Despite his flamboyant ways – Kurt Hummel would be a valuable person member to have in the band.
"You're in."