A Day in the life of the Glee Club
Mostly based around what they text each other during and then after school. Includes some conversations, and some short Povs (going to assume that they have 5 periods in a day)
1st Period
Its first period and some of the students are already bored. Some of the glee members have the same lessons as each other; Puck, Rachel and Kurt are currently sat in history together.
Pucks Pov:
Sometimes I don't know why I even bother to show up to these god damn classes, I never pay any attention. Am I even supposed to be in this class? What is this subject anyway? I think it might be History, maybe English, hell I haven't got a clue. So, who can I distract today, I know, Rachel. This could be fun.
Rachel is sat at the front of the room, in her usual seat. Puck on the other hand, always takes a seat right at the back of the class, that way when he isn't paying attention, nobody really notices. Most teachers don't even really notice when he doesn't show up; either that or they just don't care. Puck stares at Rachel for a few moments before typing out a quick message on his phone, which he takes from his pocket.
To Rach,
Ur lkn hot 2day ;)
Puck
Rachel hears her phone vibrate in her bag. She tries to guess who it was texting her, most people who have her number should know that she would be in lesson. Rachel takes her phone out of her bag and flips it open to read the text, as subtly as possible, so that the teacher doesn't notice. When she reads the text, she can't help but raise an eyebrow, feeling flattered, but is also annoyed that Puck has text her when they are sat in class.
Rachels Pov
Normally I wouldn't answer my phone in the middle of class, especially first period, I mean; we've only been at school for about 20 minutes now. I thought it might be important, perhaps one of my dad's text me, although now I think about it, if it was that important they would have phoned. When I read the text I couldn't believe it was Noah. I wish people would speak properly when they text, it's not exactly difficult, this text language just takes longer to decipher what they mean.
To Noah:
Noah, as much as I am flattered by your text, you should be paying attention in class and not texting me. It's very distracting. Also you shouldn't speak like that, speak proper English. Talk to you later
Rachel
Puck couldn't care less about being distracting, hell; he doesn't even know what class this is. For all he knows, he's not even supposed to be there. Within seconds, he's typed back a response.
To Rach:
Calm down Rachel, I'm not doing any harm. What lesson is this anyway?
P
Rachel couldn't believe it when she heard her phone vibrate, again. Knowing who it would be, she turned round to the back of the class to give him a quick glare, before turning her attention to her phone. Even though she is annoyed, she can't help but reply to him, thinking to herself about he is a bad influence on her.
To Noah:
This is History Noah. Now just pay attention or text somebody else. I don't want to fail the exam at the end of the month.
Rachel
Puck read the text and the first though that came to his head was damn, this girl is no fun. Followed by crap we have an exam, oh well. With that thought, he decided to give Finn a text, but after a few minutes didn't receive a reply. He looked up at the clock, they had only been in the lesson for 15 minutes, and he really needed a way to kill time. She wasn't in the same room as him, but he knew exactly who to text.
To San:
What r u wearing?
Puck
In a room down the hall, Santana was sat behind Brittany, in Spanish. She never paid any attention because she knew Spanish fluently anyway. Most of the time she spent her time staring at the back of Brittany's head, thinking about how she was totally in love with her. Her phone wasn't even hidden away; it was just sat on the desk in front of her. She saw it light up with a message and read the text, a smirk appearing on her face.
To Puck:
Tite green and blck stripe dress. Wot u doin Puckerman, Nt in class?
S
Mr Shue was teaching this class, he noticed that Santana was typing on her phone. He thought to himself about how it was pointless to tell her off for not paying attention, Santana was already fluent in Spanish, she probably knew more than him in fact. After a few seconds of contemplation, he decided that it would be best to at least call her up once, mostly to show the rest of the class that they couldn't get away with slacking off.
Mr Shue: Santana, I can see that you're not listening, would you care to explain what you find so much more interesting than the lesson?
Santana: Ya puedo hablar español, mucho más fluida de lo que de hecho, así que no era más que hacer pasar el tiempo más rápido, usted debe estar agradecido de que no se im prejudicial
* I can already speak Spanish, far more fluently than you in fact, so i was merely making time pass by more quickly, you should be thankful I'm not being disruptive*
Mr Shue knew full well that the rest of the class didn't understand a word she just said, so simply gave her a nod before returning to the lesson.
Santanas Pov
I can't believe Mr Shue even bothered to speak to me, it's completely pointless me being here, hell I couldn't probably teach him a thing or two about Spanish. At least I get to sit here and stare at Brittany. Wait, No, I'm not supposed to be doing that. Damn.
Meanwhile Puck still had no idea what was going on in his class, and he couldn't care less anyway. There was half an hour left of the lesson and he had no intention of paying attention now, he text back immediately.
To San:
Ye in class, no clu wots goin on tho. Nethin under tht dress?
P
A smirk still splayed across Santana's face, she replied quickly with one word. No. This was a lie, but she wanted to have a little fun anyway. After all, she was probably just as bored as he was, and she could do with having her mind taken of off the beautiful blonde sat in front of her.
Puck received the text, and was pleased that he had text the right person to have some fun with. The thought of Santana was certainly better than this lesson. History was it? He still kind of hoped it was Rachel Berry that he was talking to. He thought to himself for a minute before replying: Nothing wrong with a bit of sexting in school.
To San:
U kno wot id do 2 u if we wernt stuk in dis skl?
P
He waited for about 10 minutes, and there was no reply from Santana. He wondered whether she hadn't got the text, but he didn't want to send another one, that would just be the opposite of badass. He spent the rest of the lesson sitting there, staring at Rachel. He did consider texting Quinn, but decided that she would probably just get angry at him.
The reason Santana hadn't replied, was that she had gotten distracted by Brittany, who had turned around to ask for her help. Poor Brittany didn't really understand anything. They both sat at the back of the class. Will knew it was pointless trying to teach Brittany, and that Santana knew everything anyway, so he didn't really bother them the second time he noticed they were clearly not paying attention. They were sitting at the back and not disrupting the rest of the class, so he just let them be.
Brittany: San I don't understand any of this, it's like he's speaking in another language
Santana: He is Brit, we're in Spanish class, remember
Brittany: oh yea, but why do you need to come here, you already know Spanish
Santana: Mis pensamientos exactamente *my thoughts exactly*
Brittany: What, I told you I don't understand
Santana: Sorry Brit, I was just agreeing with you, I'll help you learn Spanish if you like, and I'm a way better teacher than Mr Shue
Brittany: Thanks San! You're the best!
Brittany spoke a little louder than she should have done, and earned herself a light warning from Mr Shue.
San: Do you know what lesson you have next Brit?
Brittany: Erm, nope, I forgot again
Santana giggled a little, and flashed Brittany that smile, that only she ever receives.
Santana: it's ok, you have maths with Finn, and I'm in the other class with Quinn remember? I'll walk you there.
Brittany: thanks Santana, there's just so many lessons, I find timetables confusing