A/N: This was totally random..aha. This is my 4th fanfic on here (please check out my other 3! 2 are completed the other is in progress!) so yeah..I hope you like this. I just wanted to do something by my favorite band (and yes I came up with the all the artists in Puck's list off the top of my head..), but anyways, please enjoy the story and please let me know what you think! ALSO, this isn't going to be that long... And it takes place before the "On My Way" episode. Sometime in the recent season three between the time when Sam comes back and the "On My Way." episode...and, sorry ahead of time for typo's. I just broke my arm AGAIN (the other one this time though) and its a full arm cast so it's really hard to type..please review , and let me know what you think about the different POVs (point of views), I've never done it before so I wanna know if it's confusing or not. They won't all be in so many different POV's though. Just this one. Now that this freakishly long A/N is over, please enjoy the story...thanks for reading (:
Just a Simple Plan;
Chapter One: (3rd Person POV.)
"Guys, stop talking! Listen!" Mr. Schue said, frustrated at the opposite of enthusiasm he had at the class since they'd taken regionals with no problem. They all pretended to be listening; Puck staring at all the girls in the class, or at least all the ones he found hot, which was getting difficult to tell now. Rachel was a hot Jew, but she was crazy. Quinn needed some mental medication, Santana and Brittany were taken ..and didn't really play for his team. Mercedes wanted nothing to do with him, Sugar was just plain freaky, and Tina was taken, and not really his type. Glee needed some new girls...Rachel was bored, which was unnusual, since she normally sat soaking in every word he said, trying new ways to make herself a star. Finn was trying hard to stay awake, and Quinn wanted nothing more than for Mr. Schue to shut up.
"Puck, it's time you contribute more to this class." Mr. Schue said, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"This lessons all on you, so you better pick something good." He finished.
"Uh, Mr. Schue? why me?" Puck asked asked. He smirked,
"Well, for starters, you never really contribute to the class voluntarily unless something is in it for you. So now, your job will most likely decide a song choice for nationals." Mr. Schue explained.
"What is the lesson, exactly?"
"Weren't you listening?"
"Uh..." Puck trailed off..
He sighed,
"Well, I said I would pick one of you to come up with an artist and the rest of you guys have to pick a song by them that explains how you are feeling or something that is going on with you and sing it to the class either as a duet or as a solo...so your job is to pick the artist Puck...and you all vote on who's song was the best, and it will be something we sing at Nationals." Mr. Schue explained, obviously annoyed that Puck missed his lecture...
"Okay Mr. Schue.." Puck sighed, upset that now something this important was now on him. At least he didn't pick Rachel though Puck thought, or they'd all be forced to sing some dreadful ballad.
"Mr. Schue, don't you think someone, like me or Finn for example, would do better with this assignment?" Rachel whined to Mr. Schue.
"Rachel, not everything is all on you. Maybe if we let someone other than you choose the song, someone other than you can have a chance singing lead at Nationals." Mr. Schue told her.
"I'm not trying to be boastful Mr. Schue, but you all know me singing lead is our best shot winning nationals..." Rachel obviously was boasting.
"And how well did that work for us last year?" Santana snapped, STILL hating Rachel from losing Nationals last year.
"The Kiss That Missed" Quinn laughed, now just going along with the class.
"That was my fault! She's got the most talent in here." Finn defended Rachel.
"Your just saying that because you have to. I think Mercedes has the best voice for a female lead." Sam interjected. Mercedes looked away.
"I think Santana has the best voice." Brittany said quietly.
"I agree with Britt..I have best voice in here." Santana said, not even trying to hide the bragging tone of her voice.
"GUYS! We aren't doing this anymore! Rachel, your voice is amazing. When you sing, it's like nothing else in the world. You filled with talent! Mercedes, your voice is so special, you have lungs like no one else and you really know how to use them. Santana, something about your voice is so unique. You have such control over your voice, and you can sing almost any song. Your voice is so different, and I really was shocked to see something that amazing from a girl so young. You all have amazing voices, special in different ways. Why fight to see who's is the best?" Mr. Schue told them. Rachel looked away, annoyed that she'd have to sing something Puck picked.
"I don't understand the point of this lesson Mr. Schue." Finn was confused, like always.
"Guys, we all know what to expect if I tell you you can sing whatever you want. You guys stick to the same types of songs all the time. You've sang songs that sound so different, but similar in meaning. Now your going to sing songss that sound similar, but are very different in meaning. I want you guys to dig deeper, to find something you never thought you'd be singing and sing it. I want you to be able to sing anything, not just the songs that you think go with your voice. To really make it, you need to be able to sing any song, by anyone. So that's why Puck is going to pick the artist and you all have to find one of their songs to sing, to make it your own and show me how much talent you really do have. If you can go on that stage at Nationals and sing a song that's way out of your usual range, and manage to do it perfectly, that trophy is ours. No more questions about this guys. We're doing it." Mr. Schue was upset at the lack of enthusiasm in his kids.
"So, I can pick anyone I want, not just some 80's show tune band? Anyone?" Puck asked.
"Anyone. Just make it school appropriate." Mr. Schue clarified.
Puck sighed, "So... that means I can't pick The Sex Pistols?" Puck was upset. Mr. Schue second guessed himself on who should pick the artist for this lesson. He couldn't have kids coming in singing Anarchy in the U.K, or something BAD, like Bodies...that would just be terrifying...he shook the thought out of his head.
"Please make this good Puck..." Mr. Schue told him. The bell rang, and everyone headed out of the class, except, of course, Rachel, who wanted nothing more than to continiously complain and threaten to quit Glee Club.
"Have the artist picked by next rehearsal!" Mr. Schue shouted to Puck as the kids all filed out of the choir room.
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Pucks POV:
I sat in bed, thinking about who I would chose. I mean, if I picked, like, some classic rock something-or-other, everyone would love me. If I picked a show tune band or someone that does a lot of ballads, Kurt and Rachel would be my new best friends. Pick something R&B? Mercedes would be all over me. Santana could sing just about anything, but she'll probably hate me for whatever I chose just because she can...Screw it. I'm done pleasing everyone else, not that I ever really did in the first place. I'm just going to pick something that I like. We've done show tunes, hip hop and rap, ballads, alternative, rock, some old ACDC and Bon Jovi stuff, and even a little country. We've done just about every genre of music out there. But we skipped one. And the Puckasaurus is about to bring it to the Glee Club. Get ready glee kids, Puck is bring Punk to the glee club.
I had the genre, but I needed to find an artist. A band that not only had awesome sounding music, but music that really said something, songs that meant something and came from somewhere. Songs that would help us win Nationals. At first, I highly considered picking Blink-182...but I could just see someone singing Family Reunion ...Mr. Schue would hate me. And most of their songs wouldn't win us Nationals, since they only had a few songs, like Adams song, that sounded real. put my iPod on shuffle. The first song that played? Any Given Sunday, by Simple PlaThe Sex Pistols? Anarchy in the U.K. was just about as Punk as it gets...And then, I remembered Mr. Schue implying a no to that one too...The Ramones? Blitzkreig Bop is the number 1 punk song on any list...but they were kind of an old band...Sum 41? That just didn't feel right! D.O.A? Not very popular..but they were pretty good...I could do MxPx? Or maybe Good Charlotte? This was a lot harder than it seemed...I went through about a dozen bands..Wire, The Germs, Fear, BuzzCocks, Discharge, Link 80, The Clash, Rancid, The Misfits, The Who, Minor Threats, Dead Kennedys...nothing seemed like it'd win us Nationals though! But I realized I was thinking too hard. I was searching through my iPod and listening to hundreds of songs in a row. Finally, I gave up, I put my iPod on shuffle, and an old song by Reset came on. That's when it came to me... I needed something modern, with songs people can relate to. It was perfect. Simple Plan. (A/N: For those of you that don't know, I referenced Reset and Simple Plan because the lead singer of Simple Plan, Pierre Bouvier, was in a band with his friend, Chuck some-thing-or-other, when he was 13 and it was called Reset but that fell through so they made another band in 1999, called Simple Plan with some other friends and it got way more popular. Just some info. there)
They had songs about real things...and they had some punk songs, some rock songs, some pop songs. They had songs for everyone. It was perfect. I couldn't wait till next rehearsal to tell Mr. Schue. And they told me to grow up...I was fine, I wasn't changing anything. I'd sit in my room listening to Good Charlotte, Sum 41, Blink-182, or MxPx all day if I fucking felt like it.
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Rachel's POV:
"What do you think he's going to pick?" I asked Finn nervously. Maybe Puck told him, they were really good friends after all...
"I don't know Rach, it's Puck. But don't worry. I meant what I said about you in Glee Club yesterday. You'll be able to sing whatever it is he picks, and you'll win this, and then you'll win us Nationals." Finn smiled at me. How did I get lucky enough to have him?
"Thanks." I smiled back at him. He leaned in and kissed me, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to marry him. I really did want to spend the rest of my life with him...he wouldn't get in the way of my career, no matter what everyone else said.
"But what if he picks something like ..rap?" I whined as I pulled away from him.
"Rachel. He isn't going to pick rap. Puck isn't the smartest, but he's not always an idiot. He wants to win Nationals just as much as the rest of us. He's going to pick something that he likes, and that everyone will have a good chance to be able to sing to." Finn tried to calm me down. I was just so stressed. I didn't get to compete in sectionals, and I didn't get to sing too much at Regionals. I had to win us Nationals.
"But what if-" I started but Finn cut me off. "Rachel! You're going to be fine, and you're going to win this for us, okay?" Finn was starting to sound a little annoyed with me.
"Fine..." I said, hinting at a slight smile. He grinned, and leaned back in to kiss me. I couldn't think about Glee Club anymore. I was too...distracted. What's that feeling when you get off a plane after a really long time? Jet Lag. That's how I felt when Finn pulled away. I felt dizzy and shaken up, but it didn't stop me from leaning back in.
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Blaine's POV:
"You know he's going to pick something stupid." Kurt told me.
"You don't know that." I tried to tell him. He didn't even seem to be listening.
"Blaine. We had to sing It's My Life once. I couldn't talk for the next to days and I wasn't even singing lead! My voice is not built to sing that kind of music."
"Kurt. Finn isn't picking, Puck is. Finn would pick something like Bon Jovi. Calm down, Puck isn't going to pick something like that."
"Why is Mr. Schue making us do this? Why can't we all just pick a song, all by different artists. This is so stupid." He whined.
"He's right. This builds the team too. This is good Kurt. Wont it be worth it if we win nationals?" I tried.
"I guess..." He said.
"Kurt, are you okay?" I asked him. He didn't usually wine so much, or at least not about stuff like that.
"Yeah." He said quickly.
"Now tell me the truth." I tried again.
"It's my dad! He used to be my hero, but now it's like I don't exsist. He's always choosing Finn over me. I know I didn't grow up like he planned, but I'm his son, and he's always choosing Finn over me and I'm starting to think it's too late to fix things. I can't help feeling like it's my fault though. I can't be perfect, but he wants me to be..."
"Don't get down on yourself for that Kurt. He can't help it. Maybe you should tell him that it's bothering you? It's never too late to fix things...and Kurt? You are perfect." I smiled at him. His mood seemed to brighten, which was all I needed. We were just so Happy Together...
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Kurt's POV:
Now, okay, I'm gay. So why am I thinking about the hottest girl in school? Even though she's a lesbian. Her voice. I can sing, Sam says I sing like Faith Hill, which is a complement I guess. But I don't have the power that Santana has...if I got her on my side, we'd own the competition. They don't typically want me singing at Nationals, because I sing like a girl and I only want to sing girl songs. But if I got Santana, she's beautiful, she can dance, and, she's got power and control over her voice like almost no one else in the club. If I could get her to sing with me, we could make the song, whatever it ended up being, amazing, and we'd so win nationals. I needed Santana on my team...just one problem...she hated me.
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Quinn's POV:
"Mom, what's for dinner?" I called downstairs.
"Come down and see!" She yelled. I rolled my eyes, walking lazily down the stairs, trudging slowly down each step.
"Mom...you realize we can't just eat fast food every night, right?" I asked, seeing more fast food on the table.
"Then why don't you cook? Quinn, you are 18 years old! You're an adult! Your old enough to live on your own, you've had a child! You've gone through labor, months on drugs, but you can't even cook for yourself?" And then she just started crying..
"Um, mom? Are you...okay?" I asked confused.
"You don't appreciate anything Quinn Fabray! All I've done for you and you've never done anything for me! I left my husbandfor you after you got yourself pregnant, I lied for you when you were going through those ...rough times-" I cut her off.
"Is that what this is about? Mom, that's called being a parent. You didn't lie for my benefit..you lied because, like always, your embarassed of me. I'm not my sister. I never will be! I'm not your dream child. As hard as things are for you, they're harder for me. All the things you have to keep quiet, I can't. Because that's my life. I never would've turned to the drugs if I had someone there for me. But I don't. You wouldn't talk to me, and in case you didn't notice, I don't really have many friends. You've never asked once what I'm going through. Things are so much harder for me than they are you. You can walk away from me whenever you want, but I can't ever walk away from myself. Welcome to my life mom. You can have dinner by yourself." I told her, turning around and heading back upstairs, much faster than coming down.
I grabbed a bag, throwing in this and that, everything I thought I'd need, and headed back down downstairs.
"Where do you think your going?" My mom asked me as I walked out the front door.
"You said it yourself: I'm old enough to be living on my own." I told her, as I slammed the door and walked out. I didn't have anywhere to go, but I could always just sleep in my car for a few days to freak her out and then come back...it wouldn't be the first time. All the other glee kids were probably worrying about their own chance to be the one to win nationals falling apart. I was more worried about my life, and my relationship with my mom falling apart. What people don't understand about addiction, is that it doens't just stop after a while. When things get hard, that want, that desire, is always there. Everytime things get hard for me, I have to fight so hard to not go back to crazy Quinn...I'm not complaining, and I don't talk about it because I don't want people to feel bad for me, I just wish people didn't take what they had for granted, because not everyone was lucky enough to have such a damn perfect life.
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Sam's POV:
Honestly? I was totally pumped for this competition. Puck and I listen to just about the same type of music, so most likely he was going to pick something I liked, and could sing to. I won the competition with Quinn my first time joining Glee Club. I was better now than I used to be, so I figured it wouldn't be too hard to win again..maybe I could win us Nationals, and win back Mercedes with this song. Glee Club was going to be awesome next rehearsal. I wasn't worried at all. I was doing this by myself too. I didn't need a partner. I was going to rock this competition, all on my own. And then I was going to get Mercedes back, even if it meant getting knocked out by her boulder of a boyfriend..What we had was not just a summer fling. More like a Summer Paradise...Now, to something just as important. My Abs. I hadn't worked out in like, almost a day.
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Santana's POV:
"Hey Britt, do you think Mr. Schue would even let me, you, or Mercedes win this? Since he has to give us a song at Nationals anyways..." I asked, twirling a bread stick in my finger. For the first time ever I hadn't finished eating. And we were at Breadstix!
"I don't know...I'd rather dance than sing anyway. Either way we get a song for sure." Britt said to me, copying me with the bread stick twirling.
"I just want to beat Berry." I laughed, grabbing the bill as the waitress brought it over.
"I shoved the money in the bill, and waited for the waitress to come back.
"What do you think Puck will pick?" Britt asked me.
"Who knows? It's Puck..he could pick anything. I'm not worried, I'll blow Berry out of the water with whatever it is." I joked. Britt smiled, and it made me realize how much of an idiot I'd been for so long.
"Um, no tip?" The waitress commented as she took the bill.
"You have to earn the tip." I snapped, not looking away from Britt. She looked at me confused.
"Let me break it down for you...just because your a little homophobic, you didn't ask if me or my girlfriend wanted more breadsticks...you know, the last person that refused to bring my breadsticks, was fired. I mean, come on, you've never seen a lesbian before? Gay rights are a real thing. I'm pretty sure can press charges on you for discriminating, and not doing your job."
"But, you didn't even finish the ones you had." She complained, not sure how to reply to the rest of my critisisms.
"What if I wanted more? The customer is always right." I rolled me eyes at her, motioned to Britt to leave, and headed out the door. What? If I had to be nice to the Glee Kids, I had to ge my bitchy streak out on someone...I can't be perfect...if I had to pay for the mean, ever time by the way..., why should I tip too? I was getting low on cash from taking Britt out so much. I didn't have enough money to tip old people too..that's what a pay check is for.
"Santana?" Britt said, kind of nervous. Which made my stomach flip, because I knew she was about to ask me something I probably wouldn't want to answer...
"Your still upset aren't you?"
"About what?" I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Everything. You wish things were back like they were." She told me. I still didn't know what she was talking about.
"Like they were?" I asked.
"Before...us."
"What? Britt, no! I wouldn't trade you for anything...not an easier life, not a school that didn't hate me, not a grandmother that actually loved me. You're worth more than all that." I told her, but her expression didn't change.
"I wish that I could save you. I know you're still upset about the commercial, how you aren't the most popular girl in school anymore. I know you're still sad about everything with your grandma, and-"
"Hey, Britt?" I cut her off. She was freaking me out. It was like she was in my head.
"Yeah?"
"Are your parents home yet?" I asked her. They went on vacation a few days before..
"Not until tomorrow night. Why?"
"Were going to your house." I smirked at her. After a few seconds, a smile crept across her face. She knew what I meant.
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Rory's POV:
"Sam, I'm scared." I told him, lifting a weight half the size of the one Sam had.
"Of?" He grunted out, not slowing down his reps.
"The glee competition! I don't know very many american songs."
"Don't worry about it." Sam said, obviously having a difficult time talking. He had to be lifting more than his body weight. I looked pathetic next to him, with a weight half the size as his, but it felt like I was working twice as hard to do half as much as him. No wonder he had abs like that. He should've called Puck to go to the gym with him...my working out was barely even classified as working out. Then again, I wasn't as good at anything as anyone else was. I feel like people didn't even care about me anymore...Would people even miss me When I'm Gone?
"Rory. Don't get down on yourself." Sam said, sitting up. "Your voice is great. They all love you. And don't worry, there's a kid over there twice your size lifting less than you. Your fine." Sam layed back across the bench and continued. I suddenly had a lot more confidence.
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Mercedes' POV:
"I never should have let you go..." I mentally slapped myself for saying it out loud. I don't love Sam. It was just a summer fling. I don't love him. I love my boyfriend, not Sam. What I had with Sam was just something that happened over summer. It's over. I don't love him. I don't even like him! I told myself as I watched old videos of Whitney Houston singing. Before she died. Trying to make my voice sound nearly as amazing as hers. My day was just sad. I couldn't stop thinking about Sam...My. Day. Sucked. I just wanted to go to glee club to find out what Puck picked so I could start working on my song, to have something to keep my mind off things...like Sam.
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Arties POV:
Level 29. High score. Biggest accomplishment ever. And that's when I decided my life was pathetic...Well, I decided my life was pathetic when I was eight, and ended up in this stupid chair. But when I got that excited over a high score on a Video Game? I realized that God Must Hate Me...That was the only explanation...I lost my first girlfriend to a dancing asain, and my second girlfriend, to another girl...I was stuck in a wheelchair playing video games as a hobby, and I let my mom cut my hair...everything about me screams pathetic...but at least I had a voice...a good voice. And I was dead set on being the one to win us Nationals...after all, I needed an accomplishment bigger than reaching level 29...My biggest competition was Rachel, and she was most likely going to have trouble singing whatever Puck picked. I had the advantage here, for the song choice anyways. And I was going to use it.
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Sugars POV:
"But daddy!" I whined. He never told me no.
"Listen here Sugar. I had to pull a lot of strings to get you in that club. I can't just keep making all these demands. You're in the club, just do what Mr. Schue says." He told me.
"I don't want to! I want to pick my own song." I complained.
"Damnit Sugar! Just...do what he tells you, okay?" My dad was obviously not in a good mood today...I'd just ask him tomorrow. I was not okay with mr. Schue letting that mohawk boy chose the artist that could cost us Nationals!
"Oooh daddy can I have that?" I exclaimed as we passed a very expensive looking necklace.
"Which one?" He asked.
"That one!" I indicated the one that I wanted. He bought it for me within minutes, and even got me a matching bracelet for it...I guess he was in a good mood...but why did he say no to firing Mr. Schue?
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Tina's POV:
"Mike?" I asked.
"Tina?" He said, turning around and facing me.
"Why do we always lose competitions? I mean, you dance just as good as Brittany, and I sing just a good as Rachel. Why don't we ever win?"
"Because we don't need to. Rachel acts as if her life depends on this. We do it for fun." Mike shrugged it off like he didn't even care.
"Wouldn't it be nice to win for once though?"
"Winning doesn't matter to me. As long as I'm having fun, and I'm with you..."
"Your such a loser." I joked, smiling at him. He grinned,
"Loser of the year. Thats my way." He laughed. I just smiled at him. I guess losing sometimes was better than winning.
A/N: Let me know what you think about the different POVs, I've never done it before so I wanna know if it's confusing. And, I hinted at which song each character would sing, putting in italics, so see if you can figure it out before you read the next chapter (x Please review, let me know if you like this or not!