Sorry but this thought would not get out of my head. I had to write it. I really hope you guys like it, I worked quite hard on it. Review telling me if you liked it. Thanks so much.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the Killers. But Puck does own my heart. :)
You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to; to save you from your old ways, you play forgiveness, watch it now, here he comes.
Quinn sat in the choir room, sulking. Sam, probably the best boyfriend she had ever had, had just broken up with her for Santana. If Quinn weren't classy, she would so pick a fight with that Latina bitch. All Quinn could think about was Sam, and Finn. Finn, she couldn't get him out of her head; his soft lips, his russet, messy hair, and the way his brown, gorgeous eyes looked like they could see into her soul.
And then she thought of Sam some more. He was such a dork, but he accepted her. She rested her hand on her chin, and began humming one of her favorite songs; and sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live.
Suddenly she caught sight of another boy walking into the choir room, one with a Mohawk. She smiled a sad smile at the memory of their past.
"Hey." He spoke in a hushed tone. He walked up to her and she noticed he had missed a button when he was buttoning up his red flannel shirt. She smiled to herself; such a Puck thing to do.
"Hey." She whispered back.
"You okay?" He sat next to her.
She laughed bitterly, "No, I'm not. As much as I wished I was okay, I'm not." She looked at him. "My boyfriend just broke up with me and Finn won't talk to me considering the fact that I pretty much denied him, and the fact that he's going out with the damn midget again. So, no, I'm not okay."
"You gotta stop feeling so sorry for yourself." He leaned back in his chair.
"What does that mean?" She asked tentatively.
"It means," He leaned forward, "you need to stop feeling so bad for yourself and you need to go out there and get a man. A man you have a connection with. You need to get yourself a man that wants you for you, and that would never, ever, change you." He smiled a toothy grin at her. Oblivious to the fact that Puck was talking about himself, Quinn quickly stood up and turned to Puck.
"You're right; I need to get back to the guy who always wanted me. I need to get back out there. I'm going to go after Finn! Who cares about Rachel, I need Finn in my life!"
"That's right-, wait what?" He paused.
"Thanks Puck, you're such a good friend. Where would I be without you?" With that she walked out of the room and off to find Finn.
"Damn it!" Puck stomped his foot.
/0\
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagine when you, were young.
Quinn rushed by the metal lockers trying to locate the gigantic teenager. She heard his voice before she saw him. "Anyway I was thinking we could go roller skating?" The midget just nodded, which was weird, because usually the midget was the one making plans and talking incessantly. Rachel said something quickly before walking away. Whatever. "Finn!" Quinn called down the hall. The boy looked back and smiled briefly at the blonde girl. Rachel also looked back, but with no expression, Quinn didn't know why, but the expressionless face really annoyed her. "Hey Quinn." He greeted cheerfully.
"Can I talk to you today after school, in the auditorium?" She whispered in his ear.
"Sure, about what?"
"You'll just have to wait and see." She said flirtatiously. She then walked away gallantly, not failing to shake her hips obviously. Finn smiled his irresistible goofy smile before walking into his History class.
/0\
Can we climb this mountain, I don't know, higher now than ever before. No, we can make it, if we take it slow
So maybe Rachel was a little depressed. She shouldn't be right? She got Finn back, and she kind of has friends now. She isn't terrorized as much anymore, and Mr. Shue doesn't call her selfish anymore. All good, right? Not right, in fact, Rachel had never been sadder. While she did have Finn, it was mainly because Quinn turned him down, so now she was the rebound girl. And she wouldn't call Mercedes and Tina friends, they were more like frenimies. And she was still terrorized, just not by slushies anymore. There was still the name-calling, and the gossiping. And just because Mr. Shue didn't call her selfish anymore didn't mean that he didn't call her other meant things too.
So if she were really looking at things at a realistic point-of-view she would say that her life kinda still sucked. And now she was kinda depressed. It was only a matter of time before either Finn broke up with her, or she broke up with him. But she couldn't deny her love for him. He was her one weakness, no matter how she felt. If he needed something she would give it to him in a heartbeat. She was happy that she was back with Finn, she really was, but she felt like they missed a certain spark, one they had had before. But still, being with Finn was better than not being with Finn.
But there was no denying the fact that she was still depressed.
/0\
Let's take it easy now, watch it go. We're burning down the highway skyline, on the back of a hurricane, that starting turnin' when you, were young. When you were young.
Finn wandered into the auditorium, and saw Quinn sitting on one of the chairs in the audience. She got up and walked over to him, a smile playing on her cupid bow's lips. She was radiant, and if Finn knew anything about Quinn, it was the fact that whenever Quinn looked radiant, she was planning something.
"Hi." He said softly. She draped her arms his neck.
"Hi." Finn gazed into her deep, blue eyes. He had long forgotten about Rachel, is current girlfriend. All he could see now was the blonde beauty in front of him.
"What did you wanna see me about?"
"Well I was wondering if you're not doing anything on Saturday, maybe we could go roller-skating." Finn was about to say yes, when he remembered Rachel.
"Rachel?" She groaned and rolled her eyes.
"Breakup with the midget, she is such an annoyance, how do you deal.
Finn was about to take up for Rachel, before he decided against it. No, it was better to just nod and not say anything.
"So you'll break up with her?" Quinn said eagerly.
"Uh-sure." He didn't really want to, but it was better to have Quinn as his girlfriend, at least she seemed more enthusiastic about it. Quinn smiled widely fore pulling him into a kiss. Finn had only two thoughts enter his mind: One: Quinn was an amazing kisser, and two: he felt really guilty about abandoning Rachel again.
/0\
And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live, when you were young.
Its official, Puck is a freaking girl. As his gaze wonders he spots Quinn and Finn; she's fixing his collar, and he's smiling his stupid smile. Puck hates that smile, it's the one thing that Finn has on Puck. Finn has that stupid irresistible smile. Freak. Puck quickly looks away and moves toward his locker. He knows he's down because he's actually bothering to get his books for class. He hates that he's feeling bad for himself. He such a pansy. God, only sentimental people mope around. He is a man! So why does he feel like a boy?
While he's feeling bad for himself, he thinks about all of the times he and Quinn had made it work. All of those memories, they meant nothing to her. God, he hurts so much! He needs to feel better fast! He looks around for Santana. No, he needs to stop using Santana; he's giving her false hope about their sex relationship.
Puck walks to his English class and sits next to Berry, the only person he likes in the class. She seems happy, which is weird, because as far as he knows, she just got dumped.
"Morning Noah." She greets him.
"Morning." He says glumly. She smiles in response and plays with her hair. Puck notices she isn't wearing an animal sweater, but instead a white v-neck and a pair of black shorts held up with black suspenders. She looks hot. Weird.
"What are you staring at?" She asks him, mildly creeped out.
"Oh, nothing. Let me ask you, why the hell are you so freaking happy?" He asks her bluntly.
"Erm-excuse me?"
"I know you just got dumped by Finn, so why the hell are you so freaking happy, I know that I'm not."
They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet, you don't have to drink right now
"Well before I answer, let me ask you, are you upset because Quinn didn't choose you?"
"Fuck yes." He looked away.
"Well you're not alone. I was sad, hurt even. I loved Finn, and he was my everything, and then just goes and dumps me like trash. I just wanted him to accept me." She pauses. And then he remembers that he wasn't the only one who got the short end of the stick.
"What did you do to get all happy? I need to know, I can't keep moping around like this cause it's giving me a bad image." He whispers. She laughs, and for a moment he can almost feel a smile playing on his lips. But his smile fades away as he awaits her answer.
But you can dip your feet in, every once in a little while
"Get happy. Simply get happy. Stop caring about the rest of the world. Make mistakes, do something spontaneous, make a difference. That's what I learned. You have to stop caring about what people think of you. You have to realize that you are great the way you are, and if someone you want doesn't want you; you just have to accept it and move on. The world is filled to the brim with people who are all different. People you meet in high school may not be in your life in twenty years. You have to put yourself out there. Do something different every day. Make new friends, volunteer, read a good book, go people watching, climb a tree and just look up at the starts. Be yourself, mold yourself, and create yourself. Don't let Quinn bring you down; chances are you'll never see her outside of high school. Go out in the world and make a name for yourself. My motto: People don't make you, you make you. So just get happy. Smile, laugh, sing, do whatever the hell it is the makes you happy. Cause chances are, once you're happy, the rest of the world just seems happier."
She finished her thought, and turned away. Puck thought about her advice. It was probably the best fucking advice he had ever gotten. Not even Pillsbury could tell him something as motivating as what Berry had just told him.
You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to, to save you from your old ways. You play forgiveness, watch it now, here it comes. He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but the talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young.
Puck thought long and hard about what Rachel had said, and decided to follow her advice. It was time to get happy, and just accept the fact that Finn was with Quinn, and move on. He's done moping around, and he's ready to get active again. He's glad that he talked to Rachel. She, in a way, saved him.
/0\
Quinn walks into the choir room hand in hand with Finn. She got with Finn, thanks to Puck. Puck defiantly saved her from internal depression, and she owed him big time. She looked around the room to see if she could spot him. No such luck. However she did spot Rachel, Tina, Mike, and Mercedes laughing and talking. When did everyone start liking RuPual? Ugh, the world was failing her! Suddenly Puck walks in; he looks healthy, as he hasn't in the past couple of days. He has a glimmer of hope and happiness in his eye, and she finds it oddly charming. He has his guitar oh his back which means he will be performing, and she can't help but feel excited.
He begins to sing, and she realizes the song might possibly be directed at he, as he is looking straight at her.
I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus.
But then she follows his gaze which ends at Berry. What the hell?
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus. But more than you'll ever know.
He bows and takes a seat. He whispers something into Rachel's ear making her blush. Quinn's disgusted. What has the world come to?
/0\
Puck just finished his song, and Rachel admits he looked damn sexy singing it. She knows the song was directed at five different people; herself, himself, Sam, Quinn, and Finn. She finds the song perfectly describes their pentagon relationships. Puck bows, and comes and sits next to her. He's smirking, and she's happy that he's back from wherever he was before. He whispers in her ear only four words, four words that really affected her.
"Thanks for saving me."
And she's glad that she did.