Story: Redeem Yourself
Rating: T (Safe side)
Word count: 1,694
Pairings: Puckurt, Finchel, Samcedes, Bartie, one-sided Brittana, Tike
A/N: This is a first for me, in terms of Glee. It's been in my head for the LONGEST time, and I don't mind the pairing (I'm a true Klaine, however). We'll see how this goes, so enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee.
Ah, the first day of classes. Now, you all might be wondering: Puck, are you really that excited for the first day of class? I mean, aren't you sad that summer is over and you're in school again? True, person that probably admires my badass-ness. But I love it. I don't know what it is—maybe it's the hot new chicks that come in as freshmen, or perhaps it's the idea that teachers don't give a rip about class today and you can just sit around doing absolutely nothing for attendance points (which I'll need come the end of the trimester). Whatever it is, I never miss the first day of class.
Of course I'm standing outside—I gotta get my sun on before my tan fades when stupid Winter brutally comes. First off, all the cool kids are out here when school starts. Second, you get to find the best eye-candy out here, so you know who to hunt down for a date. Third, well, all the cool kids are out here. All the nerds are in there, getting their nerdy selves on because they haven't seen each other in so long (probably because they shell themselves up in their houses all summer like they're allergic to the sun) and here I am, still keeping up my reputation being cool and being a badass.
"Dude, my summer was bomb. Hooked up with all kinds of chicks, but I totally dumped all their asses once I was through with them," one of the football players says to the group. I missed this. Not because I like hearing other people talk about how they got laid (should be the other way around, because everyone wants a piece of this) but because all I did during my summer was help my mom around the house and hang out with the Glee members.
I don't hate them, don't get me wrong. I love to express myself (didn't that Madonna chick write a song about that?) through song, because my voice is just that amazing, and I like how everyone is cool with everyone in there. It's just—I need my man time. So I am just standing here, watching these guys high five each other because they got laid. We all score our own way, after all—I think that's how the quote goes.
I have to redeem myself, though, 'cause some of these guys think I'm a loser and the other half think I'm a babe magnet. I refuse to think I'll be a Lima loser for the rest of my life—I need to get my rep bumpin'.
"I bet they want me back," the same guy says. I don't know his name; he's just the kicker on our team. He's not as cool as me (or is he? See? I need to redeem it back!).
Dave and Azimio are standing on each side of me, watching the people enter the school instead of actually listen to the stories. I'm leaning against the dumpster, waiting for some stupid kid to walk by so we can put him in there. You all thought I stopped my bad ways? Please. Puck knows no boundaries when it comes to being a total badass. Plus, the ladies love it.
I see a few of the Glee members come to school. There's Finn, towering over Rachel (might I add, the hottest Jew in this school besides myself) like a loaf because he's just an idiot. Yes, we're all happy that the two of them finally got together (except Quinn, but she's just a straight up bitch when it comes down to it) but damn, they can't keep their hands off each other! I don't see what Rachel sees in him—he's just an idiot.
Mercedes is strutting her stuff, but waits in front of the school. She's probably waiting for Sam, star quarterback of our football team. He's no Finn, but he still has one hell of an arm.
Then I see Kurt. He waves at his "boo" (I don't understand the term, myself—Mercedes tried calling me that when we were dating, but it never stuck) and hops over to her. You may think I hate the kid because I stuffed him in this dumpster dozens of times, and I may have slushied him a handful of times, but I admire him. He's not afraid of people threatening his own life because of his lifestyle. He's gay, so what? I respect that—you love who you love, there's no going around that. The heart chooses who you love, damn.
But Azimio and Dave are not like me. They're homophobes (I don't see what's so scary about them, but people fear their way of life like they're terrorists), and they can't help but make comments about him. "Look, the homo is back on school grounds for the year," the others on the team watch him walk into the building, as if everything is fine. Azimio snickers.
"He doesn't know when to stop coming to school, apparently," some of the guys laugh with him. I look over at Dave, who is still looking at Kurt. When Kurt is out of sight, he just looks a little down. Dude's weird, I have to admit. Azimio continues. "He don't have no friends in this school but those losers in Glee—you're a loser, Puck, I can't help that," I frown; see what I have to deal with? It's insane. "and no man in this school is gay like him. Spreading his fairy dust around here like he own the place, please-there's one of him and the rest of us—what's he gonna do?"
I hear Dave reply. "Dude, there's no way anyone would even think about going out with him, even if all of us were gay like him." Some of the guys are high-fiving.
"And if someone were going out with him, it'd have to be some sick joke, 'cause no man would want to date that thing!" Azimio is laughing. The others, too, are sharing a few laughs and jokes about Kurt. I feel sorry for the guy, though. Here we are, standing around dumpsters talking about him like he's a bad guy. Normally, I'd stop them for saying stuff like that (and I'd like to stand up for Kurt because of how bad Karofsky has bullied the dude for just being gay) but it's the first day. Plus, it's sparked my interest. I'm known to spice things up a bit at McKinley, and I've been looking for something to do for my last year here. I can't help it—I need to make my life exciting.
"We need to get rid of him," Azimio finally stops laughing and talks to the group. I think we've tried that before, to get rid of him, but he came back. Plus, Glee is no fun without him in it—he kind of makes things interesting with those sarcastic comebacks to Santana and Quinn. The dude rocks, can't deny that.
"We can bully him until he's too traumatized to come back…" they all go back and forth. From my previous experiences, it's hard to get someone out of the school. I've only done it once, and all I did was date the chick because she was hot, but she got a little freaky because I may have—
Wait. That's it. If I had to win back these football dudes and not be called a Lima loser because I'm in Glee, I need to play by their rules. And I need to play dirty. Sorry, Kurt, but it looks like you're my target for my Senior year. I might regret this plan by the time Christmas comes around—hell, I might regret this in a week.
"Guys, it's real simple," I tell them my plan. I can't believe I'm thinking before school starts! My mom would be proud. I can see some of them smiling. Dave, however, questions it.
"Yeah, but you afraid you'll turn into him throughout the whole thing?" I shrug it off.
"Please. I'm a babe magnet—chicks dig this. I can't give up their bodies, anyway." Most of the guys are patting my back, telling me I'm a genius. I knew my brain would be good for something.
Dave's not really buying it—neither is Azimio. "What makes you think you're lame ass is gonna get that homo to like you?"
"No person can resist me, man," I say to him. He chuckles and kind of gets in my face. I wish I had worked out more this summer, I'd totally kick his ass.
"Dude, you probably are gay for him already," Please. If I were gay for him, he'd be all over me. "I bet you can't get him to fall in love with you. And I bet you can't do this, because you'll think it's too weird to like a dude," he says to me. Maybe, but it's worth a shot. Besides, nothing better to do in this town but stir the pot, right?
"I bet you I can do all of that, Azimio. If I get him to fall in love with me, and if he leaves this school, you have to acknowledge the Glee club is a cool club," he nods.
"Alright, white boy. Wanna play that game? Fine—if I win, if he doesn't fall in love with you by the end of the year, and if I can get him to leave by bullying him, then you have to be my punching bag for ten minutes straight." Damn. I got into something. But a deal's a deal—I hold out my hand, he puts his in mine. I can't back out of a deal when it's made, no way in hell.
So, my Senior year will be pretty amazing. I see some of the guys heading into the building, at the sound of the warning bells. I mutter my apologies to Kurt, hoping he won't hate me after all of this. I take one more look out into the parking lot and smirk.
Look out, McKinley: Noah Puckerman is coming out of the closet.