Hi!

This is a continuation of my story 'Possibilities'. You should probably read that and my other story 'Beginning of the End' to understand this, it might be helpful. Title is after the Adele song. Certain chapters will also share a name with one of her songs. This is a multiple part WIP so just bear with me :]

Warnings: Asshole!Blaine (seriously my only warning for this chapter.) I don't hate Blaine or Klaine, and I actually love Darren Criss. I just have a strong belief that puckurt should be canon, lol.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.

Note: underlined text is Schue singing, bold text is Puck singing, italicized is everyone/Kurt sing. Combined text=combined singing.


Rolling in the Deep:

Chapter 1:

Where there's a Will, there's a way…

(and some convoluted ideas about expressing yourself through song)

Kurt Hummel had a truly marvelous summer. One might even call it…badass. He would always treasure the memories of himself and a certain mohawked teen on his front steps. And the Lima, OH dollar movie theater. And a brief, regrettable interlude in the back of his Navigator.

With Blaine, everything felt like some weird scene in a Disney movie. It was all hand holding and soft smiles. Then the credits rolled, leaving Kurt frustrated and confused. Sure, Blaine had charm, intelligence, kindness. All important qualities. If he happened to lack other things like practicality, ambition, common sense-well, those could be overlooked. Kurt had managed to overlook Finn's general slowness and heterosexuality. Who could really blame him for overlooking something less obvious.

Puck…Noah was a whole different ballgame. His life went from 'When Harry Met Sally' to 'Along came Polly.' The fact that he went from Meg Ryan to Ben stiller should have worried him. Yet, whenever Noah held him or called him beautiful, he had to smile. Becoming Ben Stiller was a small price to pay, even with the ears.

All that sugary sweet sap must have addled his brain. Why else would he walk into the McKinley High School choir room with a goofy grin on his face?

A collective gasp shook him from his thoughts.

"Kurt, why are you grinning like a maniac?" Tina asked.

"Please, it's so obvious." Santana smirked. "Somebody got laid this summer."

Kurt blushed. "You certainly have an overactive imagination. I'm simply awed by the fact that in exactly one year, I will be gracing the streets of New York."

"Right, we'll all just pretend the hobbit didn't pop your man cherry."

"Speaking of Blaine, where is he?" Mercedes demanded. "My ear drums are still sensitive from when you called me two and half months ago screaming 'My boyfriend is transferring to McKinley!' The pitch of your voice literally shattered the glass I was holding."

Santana stood and walked over to Kurt. "I know what it like when a couple begins to explore their sexuality." She placed her arm around Kurt's waist only to have him promptly shrug her off. As he moved to the back row, Santana raised her voice. "He's probably recuperating from some romp in the janitor's closet. The one in the Math hall is the most secluded. I predict some R rated shit went down. Like heavy breathing, shirts open, hands down pan-"

The exasperated, if not humiliated, boy couldn't help bellowing "I did NOT have," he controlled his voice to its normal volume. "I did not have sex with Blaine. In fact, we broke up shortly after summer started."

The female glee members' faces distorted into a look of utter disbelief (excluding Santana, who had on her regular bored expression).

Rachel put her hands on hips. "That makes absolutely no sense." She declared. "If you two broke up, why do you look so happy?"

Kurt couldn't stop the ridiculous smile from returning to lips. "The only way I could describe it is by invoking the words of the original high school musical." He walked over to the piano and began to tap out a familiar tune.

Summer lovin'

Had me a blast

Summer lovin'

Happened so fast

Met a boy crazy for me

Met a boy cute as can be….

He turned to the group. "And then you all shout 'Tell me more, tell me more.' And I ignore you because I realize my life is too much like a seventies musical, even if I had to adjust certain pronouns."

"Fine Kurt," Lauren sighed, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to regale us with the details of how your summer sexcapades with Blaine turned you into a serial killer. As long as you stop smiling like a maniac, we'll stop asking you questions. We wouldn't want to pry."

"Some of us might." Tina muttered. Her own summer had been pathetically devoid of sexual activity. Mike couldn't go to Asian camp this year; leaving her alone with over two dozen eerie preteens.

Their odd little reunion dissolved with the arrival of their fellow glee club.

Finn strode in with his head held high, flopping unceremoniously in the chair next to Rachel. Their relationship was a mix of awkward, self-righteous sentiment, and puppy love. The summer after sophomore yeah, Santana wrote a comic book called: The hapless Knight and his Loudmouth Lady. The entire comic involved Clueless!Finn trying to escape Rachel and her enormous mouth. It was pretty tame compared to the sequel. Santana had enlisted Brittany and Tina to help, needless to say the sequel was x rated and had inappropriate moments of cat appreciation.

As for the rest of the glee guys, they seemed to split the room into couples and non-couples. Mike Change forewent sitting in an actual chair in favor of perching himself on Tina's lap. Sam and Mercedes were engaged in a fierce eye squint conversation. If Sam sat next to her, would their not-secret secret relationship be revealed? Or would they look like really good friends? Mercedes' silent screams of 'no, no, don't' were answered by Sam's mental equivalent of 'fuck it.'

Blaine, wanting to avoid Kurt, chose to sit next to Brittany. He didn't know the blonde well, but anything was better than being the victim of Kurt Hummel's icy glare.

Artie was the odd one out. His wheelchair forced him to sit in the front row, leaving him the options of a.) Sitting next to Finn and Rachel's cavity inducing sweetness. Or b.) Having to sit next to someone he's not actually sure he's ever talked to. Deciding Quinn was the lesser of two evils really wasn't a surprise.

Noah Puckerman appeared to be late, as was par for the course.

What proved to be abnormal was the Jewish teen striding into the room with their glee teacher.

Mr. Schuester stood in front of his students with a solemn look on his face as Puck grabbed a guitar from the band. When Mr. Schue motioned toward him, he began to strum a familiar tune.

I've made up my mind,
Don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong, I am right
Don't need to look no further,
This ain't lust
I know this is love
But, if I tell the world
I'll never say enough
'cause it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do
If I end up with you

Puck's voice was smooth as he crooned out the lyrics. He may have lacked the power the original singer wielded, but his delivery held the same emotion.

Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere

Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there
Should I give up,

Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere

I build myself up
And fly around in circles
Waitin' as my heart drops
And my back begins to tingle
Finally, could this be it

Or should I give up
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there

Should I give up
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place should I leave it there
Should I give up
Or should I just keep on chasin' pavements
Should I just keep no chasin' pavements
Ohh oh

At this point most of the glee clubbers had begun to hum along with the powerful song. When they heard the music begin to swell, they couldn't help but join in.

Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements
Even if it leads nowhere

The gleeks clapped and cheered as the song died to its last few notes. The all-around good cheer, however, was cut short as Rachel Berry's hand sliced through the air.

"Mr. Schue," The petite girl began. "While I appreciate the lovely rendition of that song, I don't understand why you sang it. Shouldn't we be preparing for glee club auditions or recruiting or something? Also, I feel we should critique last year's performances and discuss how we can improve." Her answer was a resounding groan from her fellow glee members.

"Or we could just, you know, enjoy the moment." She amended.

"Don't worry guys," The glee teacher assured. "There is an actual plan involved here." Mr. Schuester walked over to the white board and wrote one word:

Adele

"Last year was full of drama. With all of the romance drama and member swapping going on, I wanted to start fresh. Switch to something less hectic." The glee teacher took a breath. "What I didn't want to change is our goals for this club. Glee is about expressing ourselves in a musical fashion. Whether through song, dance, or songwriting." He gave Puck a pat on the back, effectively dismissing him to his seat. The only student to react to his seat choice, next to Kurt, was a certain confused ex-warbler.

"I really want to get back in touch with that. I want to show possible new members that this is a club of self-expression and acceptance." He returned to the white board. "I sang 'Chasing Pavements' because, like many Adele's songs, it brings forth such base emotions in its listeners. Last year, we played tribute to Fleetwood Mac's album 'Rumors.' I feel we should do the same with Adele's album '21.' I want you to use the song as a reflection of yourself; of last year; anything you want."

The first bell of the New Year sounded. As the glee clubbers started to file out, their teacher added "Have fun with it"

Puck and Kurt remained in their seats as the crowd disbanded. A small smile tugged at the corners of Kurt's mouth.

"This why you couldn't hang out for the past week. You were practicing with Schue." He laughed. "You could've just told me."

Puck placed his mouth closer to the other boy's ear. "Aww, were you worried?" He wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him from his chair.

"I thought we were having some weird fight. I thought you were mad for some reason." Kurt responded, attempting to ignore the fact that he was giggling like a thirteen year old.

"Babe, why would I be mad at you?"

"I don't know." The countertenor admitted. "I thought we were going through some sort of weird non-couple turmoil. I thought you were having second thoughts about whatever...this is."

"You could've just asked. And," he gave Kurt's lips a quick peck. "I thought this was a relationship."

Kurt couldn't keep the maniacal grin off his face. "Yeah. I guess it is."


Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Reviews would be lovely. I will try to get another chapter out after the holidays. (Probably won't be as long-I did a mental sprint to kick off this first chapter)